Loyal to the Mistress

Of course, that one orgasm was not enough for her, so without a moment's rest, she began to rub vigorously against my lips and tongue, as much as I could keep up with her, against my chin, nose, and forehead. For the first time since I had been satisfying her, her body was shaken by a series of short orgasms; she twitched as if someone was delivering sharp stabs to her lower back with a dagger.

After the first licking experience with Brankica, in which strong emotions and even stronger pleasures intertwined, we spent, I would say, every free moment licking each other. It turned out that Brankica and I could endure significantly more than we could have ever expected in our wildest dreams; she could orgasm ten times during one night we spent together, and I could lick even more than that. The only thing that regularly hurt after that were my jaws and tongue; and she said that from the clenching in pleasure, her gluteal and thigh muscles were tingling. Don't think that I had no other pleasures besides licking; I must tell you that after every three to four of Branka's orgasms, I would masturbate, and after that, we would rest a bit until passion took hold of us again.

- It's incredibly exciting for me - my beloved once told me - when I spend some time in the upper position, sitting on your mouth and when your face is completely smeared with my juices afterward. I feel like I could orgasm just from looking at your face, wet and sticky, and from the thought of why it is like that and whose hairs are stuck to your cheeks - having said that, Branka laid me on my back and, of course, straddling my head, she mounted the outstretched tongue that was eagerly waiting for her.

I had barely made three serious movements of my tongue along her moist groove when I felt her thighs, like pincers in a delirium of pleasure, squeezing around my face. That day, Brankica was even more intense than usual; she hardly allowed me to catch my breath, so passionately she thrust herself onto my tongue and pulled my head deep into her crotch with her hands. Cries like - lick me, suck me, fuck me with your tongue, give it to me, give it to me, I'm coming, ahhh I'm cumming, and similar were so loud that I was afraid the entire student dormitory could hear them...

For the next phase of our relationship, the phone was again crucial; one weekend night, which we both agreed to spend at our parents' homes, Branka told me:
- You know what I was thinking? It seems to me that we are both a bit tired of what we are doing...

I froze in fear, trembling at the thought of losing her, but I was even happier when she continued...
- It's a bit awkward for me to say, but I would like, and I hope you will like the idea too, for you to be my servant, and I your mistress; that would connect us even more tightly and give our relationship a new dose of interest and excitement.
Of course, I wanted to agree immediately and without question, and with immense enthusiasm, but still, perhaps out of politeness, I asked:

- And what would such a relationship entail? What would change?
- Well, it would be very exciting for me to, so to speak, control you, for you to be my property in a way, to fulfill my desires and my commands, to be at my disposal for all my pleasures. I would also like you to take care of the appearance and shape of my body, to bathe me, massage me, apply creams and lotions, paint my nails, shave my kitty, and most importantly, to lick me even more than before - my adored girl said in one breath.

With a voice in which one could not fail to notice the strong excitement that meant consent, I somehow stammered:
- Of course, I will gladly be your servant and lick you, I will do everything to make you enjoy.

While we talked that night about everything that awaited us in the new circumstances, Brankica orgasmed several times, and I did not dare to relieve myself so that, as my Mistress interpreted it, I would not lose excitement, because all the time I had to be maximally aroused for her pleasure alone.

The following weekend, upon returning to Zagreb, was the first since the beginning of our relationship that Branka and I could spend together, undisturbed by anyone, in the apartment of her sister's family, which, fortunately, had all gone to the wedding of her brother-in-law. I gained access to the weekend kingdom of my Mistress on Friday evening, after she had spent the whole day preparing, as she told me on the phone, for two nights of "orgasmic madness." And into the kingdom of passion, I had to, at the Mistress's wish, crawl in on my knees - all the way from the entrance threshold to the living room, where the lowered couch was obviously prepared to be my altar for her pleasure.

For quite some time, even today I don't understand how she endured, my Mistress only teased me, or rather, I teased her in the way she suggested with words or body movements. For a long time, I unconditionally sucked her well-groomed little toes and licked her feet, which she occasionally pushed into my mouth, then kissed and soaked the calves with saliva, only to be roughly returned to "processing" her feet the next moment when I dangerously approached on my knees. All the while, however, I somehow managed to peek under her short skirt, delighting in the view of the altar of my adoration, which was covered only by a red thong, a strap that was completely soaked in the slime produced from the anticipation of my tongue.

At one point, when her little hole was almost physically painful for me, the Mistress simply pressed her leg against my chest, pushing me onto my back, and immediately after that, my vision darkened - because her crotch was descending onto my face. I say onto my face, not onto my tongue, because it was indeed a descent onto my face; with completely indistinct mumbling and uncontrolled movements of her pelvis, due to obvious excessive arousal, my Mistress orgasmed more passionately than ever before. Of course, that one orgasm was not enough for her, so without a moment's rest, she began to rub vigorously against my lips and tongue, as much as I could keep up with her, against my chin, nose, and forehead. For the first time since I had been satisfying her, her body was shaken by a series of short orgasms; she twitched as if someone was delivering sharp stabs to her lower back with a dagger. She seemed to stop orgasming by a decision of reason rather than body; she stood up, took off her panties, sat on the edge of the couch, spread her legs wide, and directed me:
- Kiss me gently and only lick superficially, and when you feel that I am about to orgasm, you can also satisfy yourself.

I devoted myself to the task that excited me with special passion, trying to be as gentle as I could, and with the tip of my tongue and its entire surface, I glided over her swollen, moist lips as if over a sun-softened ice cream. From the Mistress's sighs and the movements of her body, it could be concluded that this kind of activity provided her with a completely different type of pleasure than the previous intense thrusting onto my tongue; now her sighs were prolonged, and I would say tender, and her body movements gentle rather than frantic as before. When I concluded that another orgasm was about to follow, I began to vigorously massage my erect and painfully swollen spear, and with relief, I accepted her moaning that sounded like "you can cum now too."
I began to spurt strongly onto the floor while at the same time my tongue was delivering rhythmic licks to the beloved Mistress's pussy, I no longer even thought to say Brankica, which also brought her to a stormy pleasure.

- God, how many and what pleasures will I experience with a girl whose panties I initially only sniffed - I thought probably just a second before I relaxed and fell asleep with my face resting on the still wet crotch of my Mistress...