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across the carpet. This is not at all what I was expecting, to be crawling around on the floor. I’m glad the carpet is so soft and clean. I wish I could see the expression on his face as he watches me. I hope he’s pleased.
“Just a bit farther,” Sir says, giving me another chance to locate his voice. “Good. Stop there.”
I stop crawling, remaining on all fours while I await his next command.
“Reach forward along the floor, Jennifer. You’ll feel my shoes. Take them off.”
I sit back on my knees and slide my hands slowly forward along the carpet. When I feel one of his shoes, I explore the top of it with my fingers, searching for the laces. There aren’t any. He’s wearing loafers of some kind, which makes things easy. I wonder if he chose them on purpose, out of consideration for my first time doing this. It’s a nice thought, but it doesn’t really matter. I pull the shoe off his foot, then find his other shoe and remove it as well.
“Let’s see how good you are with your hands, my pet. Massage my foot.” He places one of his feet onto my lap.
I like the sound of “my pet.” I feel a little bit like a pet, the way I’ve been crawling around. The feeling is not all unpleasant.
I begin kneading his foot, using my fingers on the sole of his foot and my thumbs on the top. I’ve enjoyed getting foot massages in the past, so I know how good they can feel. I want this to be his best foot massage ever, so I concentrate completely on what I’m doing, trying to use just the right amount of pressure. Since I can’t see anything, it’s not hard to give his foot my full attention. Right now, his foot is pretty much my entire world. I’m so focused on my task that I’m almost surprised when I hear Sir’s voice.
“That’s very nice, Jennifer. Very nice indeed.”
I s mile, but say nothing. He’ll know by my smile that I’m pleased with his compliment.
I keep on rubbing his foo t. After a few more moments, he places his other foot onto my lap and I switch my attention to it.
Finally, he pulls his foot away.
“That was wonderful, Jennifer. Come closer and get your reward.”
Reward? Wondering what he has in mind, I crawl slowly forward, not wanting to crash into his legs or into the couch. When I feel his feet, I move my hands up his legs until they are resting on his thighs. His legs feel firmly muscled under the cloth of his pants.
I remember how he was about to reward the woman at the end of the story he told me—with the taste of his cock. Is that the reward he has for me now? Am I ready to do that so soon? I think about how easily his finger slipped inside me a few minutes ago. Maybe I am.
I wait there, on my knees, for his next command.
CHAPTER 12
Sir’s hand cups my chin. The sudden touch startles me, sending a quick shiver through my body. He tilts my head back. His touch is firm, yet somehow gentle. I wait with my lips slightly parted.
He has to be studying my face now, I know. Where else could he be looking, holding my chin the way he is. Is he wondering if I’m worthy of the gift he’s about to present me? He said I had earned a reward—he wouldn’t go back on that, would he? Once again, I wish to hell I knew what he was thinking.
Soft flesh gently brushes my lips. Another shiver shoots through me. It takes me a split second to realize I’m feeling his lips against mine. Sir is kissing me!
He lets his lips linger softly against mine for a second or two, and then presses his mouth harder against mine. His tongue pushes against my lips, seeking entry, and I open my mouth to let him in. He tastes faintly of mint—he either brushed his teeth or used mouthwash before I arrived. I don’t know if it’s the blindfold, the firm hold he has on my chin, or the entire situation, but the kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. To say I’m seeing fireworks would barely be an exaggeration.
His tongue probes the inside of my mouth, claiming it. My tongue responds
“Just a bit farther,” Sir says, giving me another chance to locate his voice. “Good. Stop there.”
I stop crawling, remaining on all fours while I await his next command.
“Reach forward along the floor, Jennifer. You’ll feel my shoes. Take them off.”
I sit back on my knees and slide my hands slowly forward along the carpet. When I feel one of his shoes, I explore the top of it with my fingers, searching for the laces. There aren’t any. He’s wearing loafers of some kind, which makes things easy. I wonder if he chose them on purpose, out of consideration for my first time doing this. It’s a nice thought, but it doesn’t really matter. I pull the shoe off his foot, then find his other shoe and remove it as well.
“Let’s see how good you are with your hands, my pet. Massage my foot.” He places one of his feet onto my lap.
I like the sound of “my pet.” I feel a little bit like a pet, the way I’ve been crawling around. The feeling is not all unpleasant.
I begin kneading his foot, using my fingers on the sole of his foot and my thumbs on the top. I’ve enjoyed getting foot massages in the past, so I know how good they can feel. I want this to be his best foot massage ever, so I concentrate completely on what I’m doing, trying to use just the right amount of pressure. Since I can’t see anything, it’s not hard to give his foot my full attention. Right now, his foot is pretty much my entire world. I’m so focused on my task that I’m almost surprised when I hear Sir’s voice.
“That’s very nice, Jennifer. Very nice indeed.”
I s mile, but say nothing. He’ll know by my smile that I’m pleased with his compliment.
I keep on rubbing his foo t. After a few more moments, he places his other foot onto my lap and I switch my attention to it.
Finally, he pulls his foot away.
“That was wonderful, Jennifer. Come closer and get your reward.”
Reward? Wondering what he has in mind, I crawl slowly forward, not wanting to crash into his legs or into the couch. When I feel his feet, I move my hands up his legs until they are resting on his thighs. His legs feel firmly muscled under the cloth of his pants.
I remember how he was about to reward the woman at the end of the story he told me—with the taste of his cock. Is that the reward he has for me now? Am I ready to do that so soon? I think about how easily his finger slipped inside me a few minutes ago. Maybe I am.
I wait there, on my knees, for his next command.
CHAPTER 12
Sir’s hand cups my chin. The sudden touch startles me, sending a quick shiver through my body. He tilts my head back. His touch is firm, yet somehow gentle. I wait with my lips slightly parted.
He has to be studying my face now, I know. Where else could he be looking, holding my chin the way he is. Is he wondering if I’m worthy of the gift he’s about to present me? He said I had earned a reward—he wouldn’t go back on that, would he? Once again, I wish to hell I knew what he was thinking.
Soft flesh gently brushes my lips. Another shiver shoots through me. It takes me a split second to realize I’m feeling his lips against mine. Sir is kissing me!
He lets his lips linger softly against mine for a second or two, and then presses his mouth harder against mine. His tongue pushes against my lips, seeking entry, and I open my mouth to let him in. He tastes faintly of mint—he either brushed his teeth or used mouthwash before I arrived. I don’t know if it’s the blindfold, the firm hold he has on my chin, or the entire situation, but the kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. To say I’m seeing fireworks would barely be an exaggeration.
His tongue probes the inside of my mouth, claiming it. My tongue responds
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