woman, younger man romance
mistress and the slave
Coda (with support from
Kuusooko - translated as 'Fantasy Girl)
Age is only a number
I instructed Ando to arrive at my house at 5:30 and to be
formally. It wasn't difficult for me to decide what to wear this time. I chose my "lipstick red" gown. The one with the slit up the side. I wouldn't need a
bra with it and I intended to wear my new
thongs. The reason I had chosen this particular dress, besides the fact that I always get compliments when I wear red, is that I had found a beautiful handmade
kimono inspired jacket, which had exactly the same shade of red in it. When I saw it, I immediately thought of Ando. I thought that he would love it, and would appreciate my little tribute to his culture.Imagine my surprise when I answered the door and found that he had done exactly the same thing! He was wearing the most beautifully tailored black suit. However Ando had put his own "western" spin on it by wearing black cowboy boots and a bolo tie. He looked fabulous. I couldn't help but imagine him with just his cowboy
hat on! I wish I had thought of that earlier! Cradled in his arms was the most gorgeous bouquet of roses. A kaleidoscope of colors. I'd never seen anything like it.
Ando has been pretty quiet about his feelings for me. I mean besides the obvious. But in the language of flowers, this bouquet was screaming! There were roses that said:
friendship, romance, elegance, grace, variety, charm,
passion, as well as pain and pleasure. Two of my favorites say, "I'll always remember" and "Always new". The bouquet was chalk full of long stemmed American beauties. He gave me the
sweetest kiss as he handed them to me. I took his hand and led him inside. Suggesting that he might make us a
cocktail (though the kind I wanted would have to wait) I left him at the wet bar. I grabbed a vase and took the roses to my bedroom. These would be perfect for later.
made reservations for us at a restaurant down the coast,
just above the beach. I had always wanted to go there,
but somehow never had. It's well known for its fabulous
fresh fish menu and the glorious view of the beach.
Besides that, my friends had told me that they have long
tablecloths and lots of privacy!
We were greeted immediately by the maitre-d and led to our table. I positioned myself across the booth from Ando. I slipped my stiletto heels off and told Ando I would like him to order for me. He ordered the first of several carafes of
sake to begin with. As he began to pour a cup for me, I caught him off guard by running my foot slowly up and down his leg. It was obvious that he was having trouble concentrating on the menu. As the waiter approached him to ask if he had any questions, I slid my foot all the way up and began kneading it gently with my toes. He was so flustered that I almost laughed out loud. He looked at me pleading with his eyes. Poor Ando! Normally I would have shown mercy to him but not this time. I felt I needed to remind my slave that I was in charge, just in case he had forgotten. I slid around the booth right up next to him. Kissing him on the cheek, I placed his hand on my thigh. I knew he wouldn't need any more guidance from me. He had finally relaxed and was
joining me in the game.
I had planned to have Ando take me to the Opera. I love all kinds of music, but have never met anyone to share the Opera with me. They were doing
La Boheme in Los Angeles. I've never been a stickler for plans, however, I'm always flexible and spontaneous. I'll get to the Opera some day! Right now, between the warmth of the
sake and Ando kissing my neck and touching me the way he was, I just wanted him to get me home. The sooner the better. I had plenty in mind for him.
As we entered my house, I asked him to pour us a couple of snifters of brandy and excused myself to the
bedroom. I had a few last minute preparations. I started the bath water, making sure it was really hot so that we wouldn't have to rush to get in. I lit the candles all around the bathroom and about a dozen around the bedroom. I let the canopy down around the bed, leaving only the side open that looked into the bath. After I lit the tea lights in the candelabra over the bed, it became a beautiful glowing gauzy den. I started the music. The last thing I did was to grab the beautiful roses. I gently pulled off the buds and scattered a path of petals leading from the door to the bed and to the
tub. I sprinkled the tub and then made a blanket on the bed. I hadn't added a scent to the bath, because I knew the roses would be more than enough and I do so enjoy the scent of Ando himself. I was very pleased with the whole effect. Aah, I almost forgot the
Kama Sutra Kit. I placed the honey dust, the feather duster, and the
massage oil on the nightstand. Then I went to collect my slave.
As we entered the room, I caught Ando grinning from ear to ear, and then catching himself just in case he wasn't supposed to look so eager and amused. I told him to
undress me. Ando stood behind me. He moved my hair to the side and licked my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. He dropped the spaghetti straps from my shoulders and the weight of the dress pulled it right to the floor. It puddled around my feet. He took my hand and guided me to step out of it. I stood there in only my new
We got out of the tub and I toweled him off. I told Ando however, that he would have to kiss and
lick me dry enough to take me to bed. He licked me like a cat! Every inch of me. Then he carried me over to the bed. I handed him my hairbrush. He let my hair down and began to brush it. He brushed it to the side and kissed my neck. He felt so good behind me, his skin against mine. I had thought about having him polish my
toenails, but I was ready to get on to the
massage. The rose petals were cool on my hot skin. I rolled in them a bit, which released even more of their fragrance. I handed Ando the massage oil. His hands masterfully worked their way from the bottoms of my feet, up over my calves, massaging my thighs and rear. He rubbed the small of my back, then slid his hands across my ribcage and trailed his fingers over the sides of my back. He continued up under my arms, then massaged them all the way out to my fingertips. He was learning every inch of my body. I loved it!
I then commanded, "Now strip for me
Ando." He did of course, piece by piece, until it was
apparent that he had worn no underwear. I guess he had
enjoyed the feeling the other day. I told him to take mine
off and put them on himself. He smiled a little half smile.
And with the candlelight sparkling in his eyes he obeyed me,
after sniffing them first of course!
I sprawled out on the chaise and commanded, "Now
dance for me." Of course he did; he was very good. But it was so hilarious to watch the way he fell out of the panties. They concealed nothing. It was very exciting! I was actually concerned as his body continued to respond just as I had hoped it would, that he might really injure himself. Half in and half out like that. I got up and removed the panties and lead him to the bathroom. I told him that now I wanted him to
take a bath with
me. I instructed him to slide in behind me and to bathe me. I handed him the soap. Once again, he needed no instruction from me. He lathered up his hands and ran them all over my back. Up and down my neck and then down over my shoulders. Over the top and all over my front. He stayed there a long time, playing with my body. After lathering up again, he went down over my belly, up and down my thighs and ended up between my legs. At that point I handed him the razor and told him to carefully use his fingers to guide himself, and to shave
me! Clearly this made him very nervous. "But what if I cut you?" "I trust that you won't; but if you do, it will be a small cut that I will surely survive. Naturally you would have to kiss it to make it better." He didn't even nick me, but I knew it would be better if he kissed it any way.
I told Ando to take the feather duster, dip it in the honey dust and to lightly tickle every part of my body that he had just visited. I told him to pay particular attention to the inside of my thighs and between my legs. When he finished there, I would roll over and he was to start again on the front.
Ando was straddling my waist and tickling me with the
feathers. I looked up at him. His beautiful face was illuminated by the candles overhead. His eyes were dancing, as I imagined mine must be too. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to touch every part of him. I recalled the exact instance in the garden at the Ball when he had gone inside me as the piano played in the ballroom. "Do me, Ando," I said. I do not recall if it was an order, a request, or a desperate cry for help. I just could not wait any more.
Supporting himself on his palms that rested against my
armpits, Ando positioned himself and I guided him inside me. The rose petals pushed against my bare back and as Ando pushed me the pressure released more of the fragrance, which was mixing with Ando's sweat. I simply closed my eyes and took a deep breath while Ando sincerely pleased me as a dutiful slave. I clutched the bars of the headboard as Ando increased the intensity. Through my half-open eyes I saw that his eyes were gently admiring me.
I think I came before he did and as I did, he was still going steady. I continued to enjoy my pleasure as Ando's sweat drops fell on my chest. I just licked my lips when a drop from his face fell on my lips. Ando
was coming pretty soon and I joined him in another one, as my tongue relished the salty sweat from his face.
Like a dedicated slave, Ando gently pulled out and stood at my side. "Would you like me to clean you?" "Yes, of course. And make sure that you do a good job. I am too lazy to get up to go to the bathroom." Ando's tongue once again did an amazing job. When Ando was done, I put my hand down to check and it was as dry as if I had just used a heavy, cotton towel. "You have been a good slave, Ando. You can lie next to me and hug me as much as you want."
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