His Uprising

Chapter One-4

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you want to honor our bet or would you rather enjoy an orgasm?”

“I wish the match had ended differently but I accept the terms of our bet and I want to honor our bet by serving out the week without complaint.”

“The terms I made you agree to.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re saying it like you wish it didn’t have to be your reality. I want to hear you understanding that it doesn’t have to be your reality, but that you choose it to be. That’s what I want giving it up for me to mean.”

“Please, Kimberly, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I don’t want to need you to say a thing. I want you to exude submission to me. I want all that maleish resistance, including that urge to come, surrendered to me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress what?”

“Please, I want to give it up for you.”

“Show me. Lie on your back.” She pointed to the floor. Alex lay at her feet. “I’m going to cover you while I take a princess kiss, and I’m going to watch your body.” She slid her shorts off and stood at his side. She faced away from him. Her jersey top came off. Kimberly stretched, arms extended, and Alex marveled at the graceful athleticism she possessed. She tossed the jersey top aside and reached behind her back. Her bra popped off her pressed forward breasts as she unsnapped. Then she turned and, facing away from him, stooped. She slowly pulled her panties down. She gave Alex time to marvel at the force and strength in her ass and the backs of her thighs. All the more powerful seeming as Alex contemplated that they were about to settle on his face.

She straddled his head. Alex gaped. Her posture over him was intimate but simultaneously intimidating. She looked so exposed, all her curves and crevices open to his scrutiny, yet she was about to squat onto him for a window of time completely of her choosing, and Alex would more than accept this, he craved it.

“Now, show me. Show me with your body what you want. Beckon me down with your arms.”

Alex waved her down to him, and Kimberly laughed. “Not like you’d call a dog. Hold your arms out extended like you’re summoning the appearance of the sun, or moon might be more appropriate.”

Alex raised his arms and turned his palms up.

“Good. Just like that. Keep them there.” She squatted slowly. As she came down, with her legs parted, the space between her thighs seemed to open like a mouth, her ass cheeks splitting, her p***y stretching wider, approaching inexorably—about to swallow. Alex licked his lips. A mere inches from his face she stopped. The heat and scent from her body enveloped him. Alex kept his mouth closed and filled his lungs.

Kimberly’s hands roamed Alex’s chest and belly. She found his n*****s and held them firmly between her fingers and thumbs, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to let him know she could increase the pressure and cause him pain. “Beg me to come down with a kiss.”

Alex craned his neck. “Please, Mistress, please settle over my face.” He puckered up and pushed his lips against her and kissed.

“You want to be covered? Are you going to earn it by performing your duty to your mistress?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am.”

She pinched his n*****s and gave both a twist. “Another kiss.”

Alex groaned but stretched up and planted a deep kiss, open-mouthed against her p***y. He could taste how aroused she was.

“Now, honest question: right now, at this moment, would you rather have an orgasm or give me one? Tell me the truth.”

“Oh, please Kimberly, please allow me to lick your p***y, please. Please cover me with your beautiful p***y and wonderful ass.”

“Are you sure?” She stretched over him and ran a finger the length of his c**k. “A week is an awfully long time to go without release. I mean, I guess it would be. How would I know?”

The pad of her finger brushing his c**k lingered in his memory like a florescent smear of pastel paint. He desperately wanted one more finger stroke, even if not brought to climax, but he wanted one thing more. “I’m sure. Please, Mistress.”

She came down and settled against his cheek bones. All light blinked out. Her ass cheeks pinched his nostrils closed. Her p***y made a tight seal against his open mouth. “Don’t start,” she said. “Ponder for a moment the choice you’ve made.” She pinched his n*****s and twisted till he moaned the last of his breath into her. “Now begin.”

She raised up to give him room to maneuver. Alex drew in a breath, but he didn’t keep his mistress waiting. His tongue and mouth moved in tandem with how her body moved against him. Kimberly gyrated, grinding into him. Alex kept hold, maintaining contact and offering increased friction when and where she wanted. They rode each other. They were engaged in a performance, a duet, a mutual dance, her p***y and his mouth. His c**k went untouched but not forgotten. His c**k twitched and bobbed pointed up at Kimberly as her fingers roamed his chest. She returned to his n*****s and spurred him on with firm twists, eliciting moans that complemented his ministrations.