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</div>A smile of wicked delight creeps across my face at the sound of everything we are sharing right now. Your little grunts and whines; the sloshing mess of your pussy, made immensely sloppy by my skilled hand; the lust and want, the desperation in your voice: has your husband<span style="font-size: 12px">EVER </span>elicited such intensity, such pleasure in you before? The wonderment, the question is purely rhetorical as we both know that he's a deficient, incapable fool and simp. The way you cry out your request has my mouth in an open smile --- Jack will surely have heard the sound of his "devoted" wife begging for release, though he would not recognize her voice affected by anything approaching sexual fulfillment. I have a mind to refer to him {<span style="font-size: 12px">from this day forward</span>} as a "eunuch", as he might as well be without equipment given his stunning inadequacy.<br/><br/>Your husband shall be he last thing on anyone's mind, as is the norm, as Mistress considers your request. The question isn't whether Mistress will allow you to find your bliss {<span style="font-size: 12px">for how could a proper dominant not put the cherry atop this supreme episode of sapphic seduction</span>} but in what manner does Mistress prefer your climax to take form. So many options, and you surrendered yourself to me which makes you my property --- no one else gets to claim even an inch of you: not family, not friend, certainly not your impotent husband. You belong to me now ... now and forever.<br/><br/>"Not quite yet," is my answer.<br/><br/>Mistress breaks your complacency, your sense of expectation which is the first step toward the path toward entitlement --- read as<b>weakness</b>. The hand claiming the top of your scalp yanks you into an upright, standing position. The image of your full breasts sway in the narrow mirror for you to witness and me to enjoy. It strikes Mistress that your bosom has been largely neglected, and I intend to seize upon that oversight as you are twisted around to face me. My honey-coated hand swat at the sides of your mounds, the hand that was gripping your hair now around your neck just below the jaw to hold you fast.<br/><br/>You taste your nectar as my punitive hand slips between your lips, making you taste the arousal that only Mistress can produce in such ample quantity. We kiss --- HARD --- and my fingers return to showering your sex with manual attention until you are shifted to one side. Mistress maneuvers you to back up and close the door to my standing bureau, your back now against it.<br/><br/>"Hands flat on the door," comes my terse, erotic command.<br/><br/>Licking your juices from my own fingers, you are roughly groped as we kiss once more with unyielding passion; my pussy begins to ride your thigh as you feel your wet cunt ride my stocking-clad thigh. My blue eyes peer into yours with intensity as you hear your Mistress whisper.<br/><br/>"Cum for me ... cum for your owner."