I've never been called "mistress" before, and I think at first that I'm not sure how to respond.  I don't, for just a moment, and instead watch her eyes as I cinch the simple draw-knot, then cinch it a bit tighter.  I take a step backward, pivot a step, my movements slow and languid.  I like having her controlled like this, and I like that she's liking it.  I love that half-melted feeling from inside my lower belly and the glimmer in her eyes as I ease her along.<br/><br/>My fingers trail down her body-- just the tips, my clean, short nails trailing white lines along white skin as I explore her breasts, the smooth slope of her belly, the wispy hair of her sex.  We reach the bed, and with the slightest of tugs I urge her onto the bed, and watch as her curtain of blond hair spills over the frilled ivory pillow, followed by her naked skin.  I lean over her and meet her there on the pillow with a fiery, insistent kiss as I stretch her arms over her head.<br/><br/>Kisses trail over her collar and breast like the feather-strokes of an artist's brush before I pause, inches from her nipple, and draw back teasingly.  I drink her in with my eyes and sigh out a deep breath of lusty satisfaction at how prettily her breasts lift and settle, what with her slender, pale arms stretched over her head... as I wind the cord on itself through the brass rails of the bed, my own trim leg straddles her and I settle my weight onto my knees astride her thighs.<br/><br/>I cinch the knot tighter, letting the soft cord dimple her supple flesh-- in doing so, my breasts brush along her cheek, and as I finish I let myself collapse atop her.  Not smothering her, I'm rather rolling my body along her face, letting my firm, girlish breasts caress her cheeks before my mouth follows.  I glide along her body and work my way down, my straddling thighs letting me grind the damp and hungry crook of my thighs grind over her hip and her thigh.<br/><br/>Then, satisfied that she's tied and having enjoyed the sight of her so trussed and presented for inspection, I perch atop her with my shoulders back, my breasts thrust out and rising and falling with deep, hungry breaths.  My mismatched eyes study her, savor her.  "Say that again..." and my hands slide from her palms up the inside of her forearms and higher, then down her flanks to her hipbones like I'm tracing her form in the sand.<br/><br/>"Say it again and again..." and I glide my hands over that honey-haired mound and over her abdomen, cupping the breasts and kneading them hungrily as I dip my face and my thighs splay wide.  In a graceful sort of bow, I supplicate myself in gesture alone and as my hands cup her breasts, kneading and rolling over them, my mouth meets her sex and I let my tongue glide from the bottom to the top, parting the dewy slit of her body and savoring her taste in a luxurious swipe.<br/><br/>The slow, strong caress of my tongue hangs for just a moment at the bead of her clit, lifting it until the clit pops free and I exhale a hot breath through my mouth along that sensitive peak-- hovering-- waiting.  Waiting, my eyes focused up the plane of her body intently, watching her face as my fingertips perch at her nipples, giving them a subtle, tender tug.<br/><br/>I wait a moment longer than I think I can stand, letting her squirm, and then delve between her thighs with enthusiasm, my tongue stretched and working in steady, smooth and strong laps from the core of her to the peak.  My voice is a long, soft "mmmm" and my lips form it to delicate, wordless syllables as I work at Alex's cunt.  I pause to stroke her thighs, to let my cheek graze the opening of her sex and to nip and her inner thigh, then lap rapidly with bobbing head at her sensitive apex again.<br/><br/>Steadiness is the key-- not speed, though it can be nice.  This I know because I'm a woman too... what will feel best is the drawing out, like stoking tinder to flame.   Build heat, add air, build more, add air then sparks become smoke and smoke becomes a glow.  Too much at once drowns it, too little lets it fade.  I can stoke the fire in her because it's like I can feel it myself.  I have felt it myself.  And when my tongue gives way to the sucking of her clit between my lips and my tongue flickers across it, I want her to know what it's like to have a woman do this for her, to know that a woman's intensity can be something entirely different and powerful.<br/><br/>I want her to come hard, and I want her to know it was me did this.  And then I want more.<br/>