Esther knelt before me.

The lady of my love was a gorgeous mess. Dishevelled was her raven hair, its chaos maximized to the most erotic degree. Strands formed a crisscross landscape of silky streams. Many covered her forehead, refusing to properly conjoin into one streak as they settled between her eyes. Ire usually directed towards this chaos was entirely absent.

Pearly white teeth pressed down on the red of her lower lips. The colour was even more emphasized than usual. All of her was flushed with excitement, adding a shade of pink to her tanned form. A lustful coo reverberated from her throat.

Esther knelt on the soft bed. The sheet covering the room-sized mattress was wrinkled from so much motion. Cushions and blankets had been tossed to the side. In the open space, there was me and her. The round, perfect ass of my Queen was slightly raised, hovering above her ankles and trembling indecently. Toes wiggled. Thighs twitched in pure anticipation. The little motions caused her breasts to jiggle. Despite her eagerness, there was no demand to be found in any of her motions. All she was awaited my next move.

My thumb pushed the little wheel on the remote in my hand. A previously muffled buzz now reached enough of a volume to be faintly audible. A gasp overpowered the subtle sound quickly. Esther slumped forwards, catching herself on both hands. Fingers curled into the sheets, adding yet more wrinkles to the dark fabric. The corners of her lips twitched into a needful smile.

Squished between her softly toned upper arms, her breasts made for a voluminous display. They were always large, huge even, and were all the more emphasized in this pose. Exactly as firm as breasts that size could conceivably be, they dropped a bit. The pink areola at the tips were hard. Her chest expanded and contracted, each inhale audible, each exhale a wanton sigh. The depth of her cleavage was enough to pull in a man’s soul.

“I’m clo-oh-se, contr---olling Karitas,” Esther pushed out, despite knowing what telling me would do.

My thumb pulled the little wheel on the remote. The buzzing disappeared once more from the audioscape of the room. Esther’s moans took on a desperate character, yet all there was to her amber eyes was adoration. Despite the tremors that the edging caused her, she managed to return to a mostly upright posture. She was shivering like a woman dragged out of a cold lake, yet was radiating heat like the daystar on a summer’s noon.

Through the closed curtains, the early autumn sun brought enough light to bask the bedroom in a red-tinged twilight. I studied the soft shades my hand cast before placing it on Esther’s cheek. 

“Master,” she whispered at the touch, nuzzling against my palm like a happy… what? She wasn’t rubbing like a cat, nor was she resting against it quite like a dog – a bird? Maybe a parrot of some kind?

‘What animal could ever be alike my gorgeous submissive?’ I dispensed with the thought and devoured her with my eyes. She, in turn, never stopped gazing up at me. Our explorations on the matter of dominance and submission had accelerated somewhat in the last week. We were past initial explorations, confidently striding deeper into a shared delight. “Offer yourself,” I demanded.

Without hesitation, Esther parted her red lips. Her long tongue stretched out, the tip reaching just past her chin. She tilted her head back, so I could see the invitation in full. The wetness of her mouth, the shifting at the back of her visible throat from each excited breath, the rim of her white teeth, her pronounced fangs, all of it set in a face as gorgeous and noble as a goddess.

“Good girl.” I drew the two words out in my deepest baritone. I even used the intonation lessons I had received from Maria. They were meant for singing, but what was sex if not its own intricate song and dance?

For a moment, her shivers were caused more from the words than the vibrator buzzing inside her. My hand wandered from her cheek to the top of her head, brushing back the smooth strands. The chaos that her hair reverted to when Esther wasn’t spending hours combing it straight was still remarkably silky. I barely felt any resistance as I brushed through with my fingers. She wore it open at the moment, if only because I had tossed her white ribbon aside with the cushions.

“You look gorgeous,” I complimented her more. “I love your hair. The care you put in it always keeps it so smooth.” I combed through a little more, to underline the point. Then, I took a fistful of it. “And yet there is so much to grab onto!”

Pain was just another way to make the cords of her pleasure thrum and Esther made that clear by moaning aloud. What a stunning specimen of the female form she was. Shaped like a creature of dreams, toned where discipline ought to grant definition, smooth where only extensive self-care could assure smoothness, and soft where only the interplay of the first two factors and victory in the genetic lottery could make someone so. Huge tits, a flat midriff, a shapely ass on wide hips and thighs to match - an hourglass of discipline, care and beauty.

“I ought to remind you, lady of my love, that I think you could spare yourself the daily hours spent on straightening this most gorgeous mane,” I suggested to her.

Esther’s amber eyes lost a little bit of the wanton spark. It was my signal to stop trying to make her more comfortable with her natural appearance. Instead, I was to continue the kind of training she was excited for. None of this was spoken. As her dom, I was expected to know. As my beloved sub, I had studied her extensively.

Dragging her forwards, I snapped her attention away from her own thoughts and towards my erection. Precum oozed from the tip. The length of it quivered with every one of my heartbeats. I groaned in delight as soon as the sensitive underside came in contact with her eagerly raised tongue. The constant gaze I had been receiving broke. Esther half-closed her eyes and focused entirely on the shaft gradually advancing into her mouth.

At first, she weighed my manhood with her tongue. My cock was of above average size, nothing monstrous but big enough to boast about. Esther’s lips wrapped around it with acquired confidence. Red lips were stretched and yet contracted into a tight ring. Her retreated tongue circled around my glans. Loosening my grip, I allowed her to move on her own.

Esther obeyed my unspoken request for service. Methodically, she bobbed up and down. The motions were a bit too stilted for my liking, even if they were effective. “That’s it,” I encouraged her with lustful sighs. My preferences would be matched in due time. We had only been together for a few months and the truest depth of intimacy and sexual understanding were difficult to reach. For now, I simply turned the vibrator up again - a reward for her submission.

Motions swiftly grew more heated. Pleasure made her stern nature take a second seat to the eager service I was conditioning her to engage in. A fully consensual conditioning, of course, created by a submissive requesting to live up to her dominant’s expectations.

Bob for bob, she grew more aggressive in her service. Deeper and deeper, she went. I knew she was studying my reactions, felt it in the way her tongue pressed against sensitive spots she discovered. My voice was one vector of feedback, the buzzing another. Further and further, I increased the intensity of the vibrator. Eventually, it was maxed out, the buzzing clearly audible despite the toy’s presence within her.

“Make me cum.”

Three words changed Esther’s approach completely. Suddenly, she reached for my hips, using her hold on them to stabilize herself. Her head glided forwards, hesitating only for a moment when she sucked me past the threshold between mouth and tight throat. 

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! The sound of repeated penetration of the depths of her hot mouth dominated the room for a little while. My encouraging gasps mingled with the other sounds into a debauched song of ecstasy. A suppressed cough marked the end of her tolerance. Sliding out of the tunnel of her throat also marked my point of no return.

Her lips rested as a seal around the border between shaft and head. I came as soon as she stilled. Repeated spurts filled her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered, the uninterrupted buzzing pushing her over the edge at the same time. My own ecstasy was only heightened by watching her slit pupils dilate from the orgasmic spasms. Moans of the most shameless kind vibrated through her lips and the walls of her sucked-in cheeks.

The repeated tightening of my balls eventually abated. Trained well, Esther took hold of the base of my manhood. Her thumb curved against the underside, gently but firmly pushing the last drops up to the tip and into her eager mouth. After, she tilted her head back and presented me with the gathered load. Her tongue swirled the thick white, tasting it all with the glee that could not be faked. Some women just loved the taste of cum. “Good girl,” I complimented my still twitching submissive queen. “Swallow.”

Heavily, she gulped, forcing the seed down her throat. “Aaahhh!” It sounded like she had just drunk the most delicious thing ever. A light, proud smile on her lips, she presented her now empty mouth to me, a perfect echo of the invitation that had started this oral venture. Only now, I turned down the vibrator. Every moment of serving my cock would be, should be, and was associated with pleasure.

“I hope my service was proper, my virile Master,” Esther’s erotic whisper was just loud enough to be heard in the silent room. Wet noises soon followed, audible proof of the sensuous kisses she placed along the sides of my half-flaccid cock. Each drew thin strands of the gooey mixture of precum and saliva between her red lips and my manhood. Her face was a gorgeous mess, her noble features covered in a sticky, shiny mess.

“Proper does not begin to do your service justice, my beloved Esther,” I answered in a husky voice. “Yours is a service that I can barely liken to anything else. Perhaps a chalice of cold water in a desert?”

“A metaphor that makes it sound like this is a rare good,” Esther answered with mild disapproval. Between entanglements, her submissive sexuality broke away in favour of our everyday, equal relationship. 

“Something does not need to be rare to be precious to someone of sound mind,” I countered. Appeased, she hummed and put another kiss on my testicles. Blood began to flow back into my manhood. My instincts were realising that there was more demand and I had yet more of the supply. “That is the proper place for your lips and tongue.”

The return of my dominant tone made Esther shiver once more. “Yes, my Master,” she cooed in that perfect voice of hers. Nimble and eager, she returned to venerating the tip of my manhood. I was about three-fourths back to a full erection when she happily took me back into her throat. I basked in the heat surrounding me and the joy she took in her growing skill.

In this past week, we had done little else than learn about one another’s bodies. After Aclysia had joined my Anomalia, we had gone through three consecutive days where the three of us only left the bedroom to eat and clean ourselves. 

Things had gradually cooled down afterwards. Alluring as both of them were and alluring as they found me, even us young and nubile people had to mix up our routine at times. Still, we had and were spending most of our time indulging in each other, flitting to sex like a hummingbird did from flower to flower.

To remain sexually active for six to ten hours a day required a certain discipline. Proud as I was of my stamina, even I could not run that marathon if I sprinted the entire way. Fact was that I couldn’t run that marathon if I sprinted as much as a third. Rather than being hard and rough, the majority of our time was therefore spent on exploration of our boundaries and training within them.

The vibrators had seen plenty of use, as had ropes and gags. We were still dabbling in the surface of BDSM related activities. Esther had been evaluating it with a bothersome but appropriate slowness. Aclysia took more readily to it all. It was clear which of the two women had spent her life harbouring fantasies of following a strong Master.

The maid of my leisure entered at that moment. Esther momentarily paused in her service to glance over her shoulder. For her sake, Aclysia quickly closed the door again. Neither Willt nor Arlethia were home, but knowing that did not help the lady of my love with her body issues. She relaxed visibly once there was no chance anyone unwanted could look at her naked form and returned to giving her full attention to my cock.

“All preparations have been finished, Master,” Aclysia informed me with a bow.