Kindness is the most dangerous weapon

The quality of mercy

Sometimes the soft touch is the most dangerous. You smile at him, gently touching his shoulder.

"I think you ought to show me that you really are sorry, my dear."

You gently push him back down to his knees. You carefully remove both shoes and pull up a chair. You place one foot delicately on his face.

"You may start your apology, now."

He starts by kissing all over the foot. You lower it to the ground, making him move to all fours to continue the kisses. You slip your big toe into his partly open mouth, encouraging him to lick and savor it.

Eventually, he starts to kiss higher up on your legs. You gently push him away.

"No my dear--you have to earn that privilege."

Over the next few weeks, you transition his duties from outdoors to indoors. Cooking, cleaning, shoulder rubs, foot massage.

One night, after a particularly lovely salad and white wine served by him, you invite him to kneel next to you on the couch. He watches intently as you cross your bare legs, letting the short skirt you are wearing ride up slightly.

"Yes, you have earned that reward, my dear. But of course, everything has a price. Strip first."

Once he is naked, you allow him to start on your feet, kissing and licking up your legs to your inner thighs. Once he tries to use his hands to spread your legs, but you gently but firmly push them down.

"Unless I say otherwise, the only part of your body that you are permitted to touch me with is your tongue."

He reddens and nods.

"Yes, miss."

You pause for a moment.

"I think it is also time that you learn to address me properly. Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," he answers instantly.

His tongue continues to explore you. You uncross your legs to reveal the secret you had been hiding earlier. You had removed your panties durning dinner.

He doesn't look up.

"You may look at all of me."

His eyes are both hungry and adoring.

"You may touch me with your tongue. Clasp your hands behind your back."

It is not a comfortable position from which to eat someone out, but his gives it his very best. You idly stroke his hair as he works, enjoying the sight of your juices on his face when he lifts off to breathe. The combination of his obedience and the oral stimulation brings your arousal to a peak.

The urge becomes uncontrollable. Your thighs involuntarily clench, holding his mouth against you as you reflexively grab his hair to hold him against you even harder. He squirms from his inability to breathe.

You gasp and relax, patting him on the head.

"Good boy."

Actually, a very good boy. One who deserves a treat. But what should it be? His cock is nice and hard--you could enjoy riding it, especially if he were restrained in such a way that he couldn't object. On the other hand, you also feel like showing him off a bit.