My Slave On His Knees

With that said, Rosalie stepped toward Willie to peer more closely at him, and, while gently patting his face, she continued. “I see you’re cleanly shaven too, just as I prefer. That’s a good little boy! You know how I dislike assuming one of my deeply passionate, sexual moods, unless you’re properly prepared for me. Well, let’s get your hands taken care of first.”

A moment later, Aunt Rosalie was seen restraining Willie’s wrists behind his back. She used a few turns of some pink, satin ribbon to do the trick. My aunt explained to me it was because she disliked the idea of ever being “pawed” by any male, and, in that way, Willie was no different from any of the rest of them.

Incidentally, I could see how his eyes were always on her, as if every second was spent drinking in Rosalie’s undeniable beauty. It was obvious he adored her, without reservation. Already it was very easy for me to see that William Rosenberg had a full erection going. If she noticed, the dominant lady did not mention it – yet.

As Aunt Rosalie sat down, slowly and quite regally, on one of the loveseat cushions, there began an opening conversation during which the lady was seen leaning forward to grasp Willie by the chin. Rosalie peered deeply into his eyes.

Quite often I could barely hear the words being spoken, but I could see her male “guest” nodded to everything she was saying to him. In this way, he seemed to be completely in tune with her expectations.

“Don’t you simply love these opportunities to be with me in private, Willie?” Rosalie asked. “Tell me that you do!”

In response, William Rosenberg only nodded his head, which caused Rosalie to frown. Her eyes flashed rather impatiently.

“Tell me you adore being with me, you foolish dunce!” she hissed. “A lady likes to know her presence is truly appreciated.”

Immediately, I heard Willie’s soft voice murmur something to the effect he was always delighted to be with Rosalie. “Anytime! Anytime!” I heard him trying to assure her.

“That’s better!” the lady of the house responded. “But it would be wise to keep assuring me of your deep personal interest in me. That’s what I’ll always want from you: unconditional enthusiasm! Otherwise, I may start looking for someone else to do the honors for me, and I’m rather certain you wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”

After William Rosenberg immediately indicated his complete fascination with the lovely lady, Rosalie smiled in apparent satisfaction, and she announced, “You may begin as usual. Kiss each of my pretty toes, and then you will begin licking my lovely legs.”

Immediately, Willie Rosenberg bent low into position to offer the prescribed kisses. There was no hesitation from the young man. He appeared utterly willing to please my attractive Aunt Rosalie in any manner she might wish. At the same time, I also noticed from the very first moment Willie’s lips made contact with her the lady of the house displayed a typically amused smile. Obviously she was extremely delighted in having an eager, young male demonstrate his acceptance of the continuing power she had over him.

The soft smooching and incidentally lapping of Rosalie’s pretty toes went on for a while, so the only sounds in the room were coming from Willie’s lips, the dominant lady’s pleasurable sighs, and her occasional, condescending, soft laughter. She seemed greatly pleased with the way they had begun together.

Eventually, my aunt opened the front of her thin, gossamer gown, allowing Willie access to the full length of her shapely legs and the rest of her wondrous body. Thus, the young man seemed to realize without actually being told, his kisses and devout licking were to proceed slowly upward on her body.

It was when Willie’s kissing lips and licking tongue finally reached Rosalie’s mid-thigh that the lady of the house had him pause for a moment while she stood to remove her gown completely. She also slipped the filmy panties and the burgeoning bra from her svelte body. It was quite a show, and I made sure to tape all of the sultry scene as it developed.

During those majestic moments, as the lovely lady stood towering over him, the young male was able to feast his eyes on her adorable feminine loveliness. From all I could see, it seemed to charge him with an unmistakable arousal and the strong desire to continue on his journey of devoted, oral servitude.

In addition to the enticing curves of her hips and her very slender waistline, Rosalie’s naked breasts and her succulent-looking nipples had obviously captured Willie’s full attention. His immediate reaction made the dominant lady smile in complete self-confidence.

“You enjoy seeing my luscious tits, do you? Rosalie asked. “How fortunate you truly are, Willie-kins. Not many men have been given the privilege of gazing at my twin beauties. Does the sight fill you with more hot, burning desire?”

Here was an opportunity for William Rosenberg to make up his recent error of omission, and he did not miss the chance for a measure of atonement. I heard him saying:

“I adore gazing at your serene beauty, Mistress. I appreciate each opportunity to bring you as much delight as possible. You truly deserve to be worshiped. I only hope to be worthy of the honor.”

“Nicely said,” Rosalie responded, with another smile. “As you must realize, a lady enjoys hearing such flattering statements, especially when she feels the male truly means what he says.”

“Oh, I do, Mistress,” Willie responded. “I truly do! My mouth fairly aches to taste all of your unparalleled beauty!”

“See that you remember those words!” Rosalie answered.

Even though Willie’s back was to me, I sensed he was waiting rather impatiently for Rosalie to re-establish herself on the comfortable loveseat cushion, just so he could resume his unflagging oral caress of her.

Only a second later, Rosalie moved to sit sideways on the loveseat so that she could lounge comfortably before him, separating her lovely legs to give William Rosenberg’s face easy access to all of her feminine endowments. That was the first time I heard the lady of the house state her personal desires in the clearest terms.

“Make love to me, Willie-kins! I’m in the mood for love, and that means I want you to suck my pussy for me to the best of your ability! But do go slowly, just the way you’ve been trained! Damn it, I’m such a fool for your oral caress, but what’s a pretty lady to do when an eager young man like you is here? You leave me so breathless at times, Willie, it’s difficult to think of anything else but to keep fucking against your obedient mouth.”

Well, of course, in my position on the other side of the two-way mirror, hearing and seeing this developing episode filled me with a tremendous desire. It happened each time I saw the twosome joining for such an intimate effort. I was filled with envy for Rosalie’s position of unchallenged authority over William Rosenberg, and, I realized, when my time came to be thoroughly adored by a eager male, it was EXACTLY what I wanted done for myself.

This feeling within me grew even more intense as the lusting lady continued consorting with her male underling in a most insistent fashion. I particularly enjoyed watching those deeply moving moments when one of Rosalie’s ankles curled slowly across the back of Willie’s neck, helping to hold him in the position for more of her repetitive undulations. She made a great show of doing it, and sometimes Rosalie spoke to Willie about the consummate joys he was able to bring her.

“Oh, lick for me, now, Willie-kins,” I heard her moaning erotically. “Lick for the lovely lady. Show me the depth of your ardor!”

I could hear Rosalie emoting those exact words, very passionately, and then, “Now… smother my delicious pussy with your mouth… that’s it – and let’s fuck! Oooo, yes, let’s fuck, Willie! Yes! That’s it! That’s Mommy’s good little boy! Don’t stop now! Keep it going! Oooo, I love fucking your mouth so much, Willie-kins! You’re so perfect for me! Simply purr-fect!”

Yes, William Rosenberg was made to perform all the aggressive kissing, the robust licking, and the long periods of intense sucking on their schedule. All this while, except for her continuous hip movements, Aunt Rosalie’s role was mostly passive. The lovely lady was merely offering herself, her ceaseless undulating of his face and her verbal encouragement, all in an effort to absorb as much of his continuing oral caress as possible.

I think the sounds associated with such activity are notable, and, although secondary to the main activity, they are certainly worthy of mention here. From William, I could easily hear his repetitious lapping, his smooching, and even his occasional efforts to swallow the lovely lady’s accumulating juices.

In contrast, Rosalie often indicated their progress with wordless little happy notes of high-pitched approval. Only occasionally did the lady of the house offer William any explicit words to indicate how she felt about the quality of his oral efforts.

A few times, I heard her cooing, “That’s so nice! Very nice!” and later, the breathy, almost indistinguishable “Now, fuck with your tongue!” “Quickly, quickly!” “Yes, that’s it!” “That’s it, Willie-kins! Keep it going! Don’t you dare stop!” “You’re Mommy’s good little boy! You have such wonderful talent for sucking!”

I often saw Rosalie take a firm grip of William’s hair while she was also caressing the fullness of her own breasts. Down below, her hips moved in a steady rhythm against his unflagging oral caress. Not too fast, but not draggy, either. Just a steady, fluid motion.

To be precise, I thought Rosalie was actually fucking in a firm, deliberate manner against Willie Rosenberg’s handsome face. It seemed to be a natural movement for the lady of the house, one requiring no particular forethought or prior calculation.

I must confess, as an avid spectator to the ongoing event, I thought I could easily see myself receiving a full measure of the same type of quality, oral effort from the male of my choice. It would be an intimate activity I would look forward to participating in, with much zeal and unequaled exuberance.

Yes, that’s what viewing Rosalie’s sessions of ongoing, FEMDOM debauchery did for me, Ms. Pauline Anne Morrison, age eighteen, happy, healthy, and very horny! At times, as I watched these unfolding scenes, it was difficult to remember my primary responsibility was to take more photos and to keep Aunt Rosalie’s camcorder focused and rolling. Indeed, without even thinking, I found myself caressing my own breasts and placing my fingers against my own warm crotch. It was being done right through my clothing. Such was the depth of my complete fascination with such scenes.