This is the first part in a story inspired by and written in collaboration with the delightfully devious PlayfulSwitchCT (the second part of the story from “Her” perspective on Fet and I’ll post it here shortly):
PART 1
It’s 17:45 on Thursday evening and you’ve just shut down your PC after finishing off the last few emails for the day. You have a look at your phone and see that there are no messages from her which means that the default routine for Thursday evening applies. Without further ado, you arise from your desk and make your way from the study through to the kitchen in order to tend to the necessary preparations.
There isn’t too much to do at this point as you’ve already prepared a fish curry which is slowly simmering in the slow cooker and the rice can be microwaved just before eating. The wine (a Gewürztraminer from Alsace) has been in the fridge for a while and should be suitably chilled by now. With the table already set, you place two glasses on the granite counter and put out some olives for good measure.
Your dinner preparations are now finalised and you walk through the open plan kitchen into the living area towards the queening chair where you assume your position underneath her throne whilst awaiting her arrival. All you can see is the off white colour of the ceiling through the strategically placed hole in the middle of the seat. Although your movement is restricted, your position is comfortable as the chair has been designed for use over extended periods of time.
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It’s not long before you hear the jingle of keys at the door, she’s earlier than expected so it’s just as well you are ready. The creak of the door opening is followed by the clack-clack of her stilettos on the tiled floor. A bunch of keys is placed on the counter – does it perhaps include the key the cage which encases your genitals? And if so, will this key be used? You realise it’s best not to dwell on that possibility as you ready yourself for what lies ahead.
The sound of the stilettos resumes, coming closer and then fading as you hear her walk down the passage to the bedroom. You don’t hear much now as the bedroom is carpeted but you assume she’s probably just putting her work things down and getting more comfortable. She’s obviously taken her shoes off because the sharp sound of her stilettos has been replaced by a gentle thud as she walks back down the passage, most probably in socks. She’s back in the kitchen and you hear the sounds of a glass of wine being poured followed by the scrape of a glass being picked up off the counter. Her footsteps resume, coming slower towards you now as you lie and await the inevitable.
Your view of the ceiling is suddenly obliterated by her beautiful posterior taking its place over your well positioned face. Although you can’t see much, you can smell her musky scent as she makes herself comfortable, adjusting her position a bit in various directions. Her adjustments stop once she has settled on the right position and you begin to slowly tease the lips of her womanhood with your tongue, exactly as she likes it.
You hear her sigh contentedly as she takes a sip of her wine. You continue with gentle licks, running your tongue over her sold folds, slowly and deliberately. After some time, she moves back further into the chair and presses her derriere closer to your face. This is now your cue to increase the intensity. Although you can’t see much at this point, you can smell, taste and feel her beautiful pussy as your tongue delves deeper into its recesses.
After some further probing, you shift your focus upwards towards her clitoris, alternating between slow circles and gentle lapping. You let her pleasure build before going back to teasing her labia and some further probing with your tongue. As you do so this, you can’t help but postulate whether another part of your anatomy will be lucky enough to follow your tongue later on this evening (although it has had plenty of stimulation in various shapes and forms, it’s been a long time since your caged member has visited the location that your tongue now occupies).
Her sighs have become moans as you feel her pleasure build and you restrain yourself – she likes it slow. Careful not to appear to be rushing, you pull back reducing the speed and intensity of your ministrations. A further sigh and slight shift in her body tells you this is exactly what she wanted. She takes a few more sips of her wine as you hold her on a pleasurable plateau. Then you gradually begin to increase the intensity, focussing again on her clit which is now larger and more easily accessible.
She how pushes herself even closer, grinding her nether regions into your face. As her orgasm approaches, she abruptly alights her throne returning your view to the ceiling. You hear her footsteps and the sound of her refilling her wine glass. Then more footsteps towards you this time and your view is once again obscured by her posterior as she resumes her position on her throne. You begin the routine again, starting with delicate teasing and then gradually building the intensity. Each time she approaches orgasm she pulls back – this is clearly a good sign as she appears to be saving her orgasm for later thus implying that your worship of her is a prelude rather than the main event of the evening.
After a number of iterations of the build-up process she arises one last time and says, “That’s enough for now sweetie, let’s have dinner. I’m famished!”
You slide out from under her throne to see her pulling her underwear back up under her skirt. You both take a seat at the table and proceed to have dinner together, discussing the details of your respective days. From the outside this appears to be nothing more than a very normal, domestic interaction, however, beneath the surface the results of the prior activities linger in the form of your throbbing, anxious cock and her very wet pussy.
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