The warm tropical sun slowly brightened the corners of the room… the sound of ocean waves caressing the sandy beach drifted in on the soft, flowered breeze that floated the balcony curtains to and fro.
The Goddess stretched her arms above her head and rolled over onto her stomach. Slipping her foot from under the crisp white sheets of the bed, her toes searched for the mouth of the slave lying on the floor next to her. Her big toe found his lips and pressed between them, parting them, and pushing into his warm, wet mouth. Slowly she pushed down more, stretching his mouth wide until all five were in, making an effective fleshy gag. She felt his tongue come to life darting and wriggling between her toes.
He groaned at her erotic penetration of his mouth and his arousal made the tiny sharp pyramids of the MCD ring dig into the sensitive flesh of his cock as it became erect. She pressed her foot down more firmly in a silent command to remain quiet.
Reaching her hand down, she caressed his balls and cock making the MCD’s bite even worse. She smiled to herself feeling the lust and pain rise within him. All for her. Knowing full well the pain she was causing, she continued to tease – softly dragging her fingernails across his thighs.
She opened her eyes and leaned her head over to look down at him. “Good morning Mr. Worthless. I hope your accommodations are to your liking..”
The name came from a spontaneous tease the day before. While she and her Drum lounged at the beach, she had struck up a conversation with another woman. He had knelt in the sand behind her lounger, ready to serve her whim.
As the women talked more, the lady obviously curious, finally looked to him and introduced herself. His Goddess replied, “oh I’m sorry, how rude of me… this is B.M. Worthless the 3rd. He’s a very important man in… support services.”
Those who knew him would have thought the B.M. came from his real initials, but they actually referred to a more… intimate service he provided the Goddess.
Back in the bedroom, she chuckled to herself. “I want you to crawl over to the other side of the bed, get your head under the covers and wake Drum with that talented tongue. I feel like riding my pony boy again this morning! When you’ve got him… up, get dressed in the bathroom and let yourself out. Go get us breakfast from the buffet and wait outside the door until I let you back in.”
Obeying her instructions, he quietly lifted the covers at the foot of the bed and crawled between Drum’s thighs. Softly he took Drum’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the head as he bobbed up and down, feeling it grow in his mouth. Drum groaned at the pleasurable awakening and once fully erect, rolled towards his Goddess pushing ‘Mr. Worthless’ away without a word. His duty complete, he rose and dressed quietly while listening to the beginnings of their lovemaking. He let himself out and closed the door behind him.
He headed down to the hotel’s huge buffet and gathered the ingredients for her green smoothie, baby spinach and chard, half an avocado, a handful of frozen strawberries, a handful of raspberries, half a banana and coconut water then asked one of the kitchen staff to blend them thoroughly for him. Being unsure what she was in the mood for, he picked out a bag of black tea and made a plate with three Applegate Farms chicken apple sausages. He knew she would usually have 2 or 3, but he was sure she’d be hungry after her marathon fuckfest with her Drum last night. He had heard every last scream and moan from the hall closet where she had put him. And again this morning! Yes, Goddess would be hungry.
The sausages had been frozen and packed in his suitcase. When they arrived at the hotel, he immediately asked they be given to the breakfast kitchen staff, and prepared for Ms. Voltairine only each morning.
He then asked for a plate cover to keep the sausage warm, and a small pot of very hot water for her tea. Glad he’d remembered to grab her MCT oil on the way out of the room, he added a few drops to her teacup.
Taking the tray back up the room, he stood in the hallway next to the door as he had been instructed. He worried that if Drum lasted too long this morning, her sausage and tea water would get cold. Waiting until he thought was the optimal time, he poured the water into her teacup and added the MCT. He watched the tea difuse, darkening the water, hoping she’d open the door soon. The sound of her increasing moans suggested he guessed right…
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