Slowly, languorously, I opened my eyes. The room lay in shadow, but there was more than a hint of sunlight coming through the drawn blinds; night had fled and the day was here. Lying beside me, Zoe slept peacefully, her naked body exposed by the twisted bedsheet, limbs loose and spread wide. As if that ripe flesh insisted on demonstrating its receptiveness even in repose.
A surge of need tugged at my loins. Need for my beloved. My goddess. Heart thumping, I slipped down to the foot of the bed, maneuvering easily despite the chain on my wrists, the emblem of my bondage; how quickly I had grown accustomed to it! Aflame with desire, I bent low and kissed her feet, gently touching each pearly nailed toe with my moistened lips. The sudden thrill was overwhelming, all the more so because of its endless nuances, a thrill of submission, of self-abasement, the strange but all-too-familiar sensation that had numbed my will and turned me into a humble slave. Even in the depths of slumber, this woman had me under her spell. As if we were linked together by some invisible but unbreakable chain, far stronger than this symbolic silver trinket adorning my wrists. Was it a kind of witchcraft?
Zoe's feet were soft. And perfumed, of course, always immaculate, always kissable; it was practically a fetish with her, she might sully my mouth in other ways, never this! I licked them with a leisurely tongue, savoring our initial contact of the day. The skin of her ankles gave me a new texture to appraise and I lingered there too before gliding upward, eventually lavishing affection over the length of each solid but shapely limb. And by the same token, eventually running out of territory to explore. Except for the one place that defied inspection and/or analysis, the place that was neither solid nor shapely and yet somehow never failed to win all the popularity honors.
Cunt…
I had nowhere else to go and could no longer hold myself in check. Luckily, though, I didn't have to, the veil of sleep had been lifted by my soft kisses; she was awake now, awake and sexually aroused. A moan sounded from somewhere in the distance. Her quivering thighs became an invitation to rapture, an invitation that I accepted instantaneously, persuaded in part by the clutch of fingers in my hair. Not that I needed much persuasion! The distant moan had swelled to a wail now, almost a screech of desperation; what more incentive did a slave girl need?
Inflamed by the sudden magnitude of her response, I gave her my love, all my love, wordlessly I gave tongue to all the emotion bottled up inside me, praying that my hopefully skilled homage might be at least adequate to the task of elevating this awakened goddess to a peak of exaltation. Which was all I cared about at the moment. My own orgasm was no longer important, oddly enough, nor had it been for quite some time now; she seldom showed much interest in that direction any more. Not since the night of the Broadway opening, in fact, and our own personal premiere performance afterward!, apparently a turning point in our lives. I didn't mind, really, having learned to accept her domination, her fate-ordained authority over me. Especially since I didn't just accept it, I reveled in it. This was my place. Here. Now. Sucking her cunt. For that matter, even doing it in the comfort of a bed was a bit of a luxury. I belonged on the floor kneeling before her voluptuous body like a slave. Worshiping. Worshiping her cunt. Or her ass. Or whatever. Whatever pleased my goddess. And even when she did caress me, it was for her own enjoyment rather than mine. Selfish. And how I adored her for it!
She was rearing up now, a caress of sorts, caressing my face with her cunt, smearing the hot wet flesh over my chin and cheeks, gorging me with great hairy mouthfuls. Everything reeked of sex down there between her legs, thick, heavy, suffocating, unbelievably erotic!, enveloping me in a world of total sensuality. Fogging my mind with fleshly lusts, leaving just barely enough sense to recognize the signs of success, my goal, the exaltation of my goddess. Glorious! Her body went into a violent contraction, her thighs closing in on me, crushing my skull. The pain became unbearable. I uttered a silent scream. But there was a far worse pain now, the one I had neglected so long, the agony of my own sexual frustration. And this time the demand brooked no denial; instinctively my hand scooted down on its errand of mercy, intent on plugging the grievous gash and ending all that misery. Only to be stopped short by the chain, that damned silver chain!
The handful of solace never got there. Instead, my excited flesh went out of control, the restrained urgency bursting through and shattering all precedent. A thrill coursed the length of my spine. Something exploded in my head. Instantly it was followed by another blast lower down in my body, and I wondered why it didn't blow up the whole cabin and set the surrounding forest ablaze. After that one, anything less had to be an anticlimax…
I lay there stunned, feeling but not quite believing; was an orgasm like that even possible? It was new to me, new in concept even, a climax with no physical contact, imagine! No physical contact where it really counted, my clitoris, my cunt, and I hadn't even been rubbing my thighs together. Untouched, strictly untouched. I must have swallowed hers and made it mine, one great big orgasm for the both of us. Would wonders never cease?
Anyway, I had certainly succeeded in pleasing her. The fingers in my hair had relaxed and softened considerably, they stroked and smoothed and seemed to be thanking me. Complimenting me on my prowess. Telling me that I had done no wrong by coaxing her out of sleep like that. At least I Hoped so!
Then, a whisper, "Darling… "
"Hmm?"
"That was lovely."
I sat up, smiling. "Glad you liked it."
"So weird waking up that way, you know? I must have been in the middle of a dream. Only the dream started coming to life and then I couldn't really tell, I just couldn't figure out if it was a dream or not."
"And was it?"
"Silly. Of course not. It was you."
"Uh-huh. Then you don't mind my waking you up?"
"I loved it. Only it sure felt funny inside, I mean your doing that to me before I'd even been up to go to the bathroom. Especially after the booze last night… " She laughed, a girlish giggle almost. "Next time, who can tell what might happen? After all, a girl isn't responsible for something like that when she's asleep, is she?"
I shook my head, feeling a tiny surge of embarrassment. An embarrassment that somehow wasn't at all unpleasant. "Next time I'd better wake you up first, I suppose."
"Well… " She giggled again, sitting up and stretching. "Which reminds me. I still haven't powdered my nose. Or brushed my teeth. See you in awhile, kid." Out of bed now, she glided off toward the bathroom, her naked backside swaying and wobbling sinuously with every step.
It was a beautiful sight, one that I missed the instant she vanished from view. I stretched in catlike contentment, still deliciously limp from that unexpected orgasm. A sense of gratitude pervaded my mind; suddenly I felt a need to be close to her, to let her know how much she meant tome.
The impulse burgeoned, putting an end to my lassitude, shooting new verve into my drained body. I slipped from the bed and followed her. The bathroom door was ajar and I could hear the sound of the toothbrush scrubbing her teeth. I peeped in and was immediately inspired by the entrancing vision, the tawny skin rippling, the heavy haunches jouncing and jiggling provocatively in rhythm with the rasp of the toothbrush bristles.
Maintaining my silence, I pushed the door open and padded in, feasting my eyes for a long moment and at last sinking to my knees to offer tender tribute. Not sexy, really, just grateful, overflowing with sentiment, looking for some way to communicate my emotional fervor. The touch of my lips brought a spontaneous stiffening, a start of surprise, then the taut muscles relaxed as she glanced back over her shoulder and spoke through a froth of toothpaste.
"Hey now, what's this all about?"
"I, I'm just thanking you."
“Thanking me? What for?"
“Oh, for everything. For just being Zoe.' «r “
“Huh?“
“For this nice vacation. For being so good to me. How can I say it? Let me just show you… mmm… "
She went back to brushing her teeth again and my lips tingled to the novelty of kissing her like that, pursuing the curved flesh as it vibrated to the activity of her arm. I caressed her with a certain delicacy, little dalliances, tongue-taps, kisses in volatile flurries, more artistic than amorous, still quite immersed in my mood of sweet rapport. After a while I opened my mouth upon the dimpled crown of one cheek, sucking it in and daubing the surface with my tongue at the same time. She seemed to react favorably to that, jutting her bottom at me for more, and I gave her a similar suck-kiss on the other side, skipping over the in-between valley to get there.
My playful blandishments pleased her, apparently, and I kept going back and forth that way, returning to each soft bulge with mildly increasing warmth. Until, pretty much out of simple curiosity, I nuzzled into the middle for a tiny taste, licking up through the crack with the tip of my tongue. The flesh quivered noticeably and I was glad to repeat the daintily swabbing caress; I was beginning to feel a bit quivery myself.
But the rhythmic jiggle had stopped now and I heard her up there, rinsing out her mouth and putting the toothbrush away. She swung around from the sink and smiled down at me. And with a gleeful little chortle she stepped into my embrace, lifting her legs over the chain one by one and winding up inside the locked circle of my arms. With her cunt right in front of my face, of course, the cunt I adored, its silver-blond tuft of hair still damp and matted from my lovemaking on the bed.
"Kid? Still wanna thank me?"
“Uh-huh."
"Good girl… " Then, with a squirming motion that found my open mouth and just as abruptly withdrew from it, "Wait. Hold it right there. Don't move."
I didn't understand. And then I did. So freaky! But what else could I expect from such a capricious goddess? The bizarre notion struck a responsive chord in me, spreading a sudden heat over my skin, an undeniably glow of excitement. So soon? It was nothing short of miraculous.
"Oh, that sexy mouth of yours! Darling… " A tremor passed through her body. "Yeah! Ah… yesss… "