Alright everybody, welcome to the end of our little story. Never forget your aftercare!
I is for Intimate
She pushed the door open a crack, “How you doing back here, Phil?”
“I’m good, come on in.”
She opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Phillip was sitting on a leather couch against one wall, a cool washcloth over his crotch. There was an ice bucket full of them at his feet.
“Didn’t get you too hard, did I?” she asked.
“Nah, just easier to get everything to go down this way.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, sliding her skirt off onto the floor. “I’m sure I could get it back up if you wanted.”
She crossed the room, holding a gloved hand out towards him.
“If that’s what you want, Mistress, I’ll be happy to. Usually, you like some cuddles after a scene, though.” He reached up, slowly pulling the glove down and tossing it on top of her skirt.
“You’re right,” she said, reaching out with the other glove. “That was a hot one tonight though. Either you’re getting the job done tonight, or B.O.B. is.”
“I can’t see why you’d want to waste the batteries when I’m right here,” he said with a small smile, removing the other glove.
The Dungeon Mistress sat down on the couch next to him, putting her feet on his thighs. “Can’t have you getting too full of yourself,” she said.
He reached over, unzipping one of the boots and slowly pulling it off.
“No, Mistress,” he said, voice deadpan. “I understand that you only use me as a last resort. That my pathetic cock is really more of a clit. That I could never hope to satisfy a woman, let alone a Goddess like yourself. But I swear if you give me a chance, I’ll do my very best. Even if it’s only a fraction of what you deserve.”
“Stop it,” she said, punching him lightly on the arm. “Just because it makes me wet as hell to hear you talk about yourself like that doesn’t mean I want it all the time.”
He took care of her other boot, leaving her naked. She slid up into his lap and unzipped his hood, letting it fall away.
“Of course, Mistress. Just takes me a minute to get out of character sometimes.”
She leaned down and kissed him lightly. “I hate snuggling you in costume. All weird and sticky.” She reached around for the zipper on the back of his suit, helping him to peel it off. “This is much better,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
“Really? The fearsome Dungeon Mistress would rather snuggle up to me on a couch than crush my balls under her heel?”
“I didn’t say it was better than that, just that I like snuggling you better out of latex than in it.” She took another damp cloth from the bucket and rubbed it over his nipples. “Are these okay?”
“They’re fine. Do you work tomorrow night?”
“No, I’m off until Sunday, why?”
“I thought we might have more fun snuggling somewhere other than the leather couch in your dressing room.
“Gotta convince me I’d rather hang out with you than spend the night with my B.O.B. first,” she said with a laugh. “Lay down. I seem to remember you doing some wonderful things with that tongue of yours in the last seminar we did together.