I’m watching TV… not really paying much attention to it.
My little man brings in the coffee. He’s wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That’s all he’s wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.
Weekends are nice, when you’re a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man…?
I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.
“Little man…?” I call to him.
His head pops around the doorway, “”Yes, Madam.”
“Bring those towels from the dryer, here.”
In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.
Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it’s soothing and comfortable.
“Kneel before me, boy.”
He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.
I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. “Unfasten my bra.”
I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.
“This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum.”
His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. “You feel very nice.” He says.
“My boobies are a bit cold.” I whisper.
“May I kiss them?” He asks.
“Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs.”
He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I’m already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I’m enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.
“Now you can kiss my boobies.”
I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.
My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.
By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.
“Stop.” He freezes in place. “Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock.”
Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. “Should I take it off?”
“No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock.” He lets the apron fall. “What may I do for you now, Madam?”
“You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit.”
“Thank you, Madam.”
“You’e welcome.” It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.