Let me pleasure you , Mistress

"Please Mistress, I beg forgiveness. Please let me please you"

"Good boy, there is hope for you yet" and with that Helen raised her stiletto clad leg over my and straddled my face, gently lowering her pussy to a couple of inches above my face. I reached up with my tongue, but could not reach. Suddenly, there was genuinely nothing I wanted more in the world that pleasuring my Mistress. I was **** to reach her pussy. More **** even that the need to cum.

"Beg"

and this time I begged. I mean I really begged. To lick her, to pleasure her, to belong to her, to be controlled by her. I worshipped her, and I desperately wanted to prove that by worshipping her pussy...

and the she lowered her pussy onto my face. I was suffocated. She was so wet. I felt like kI was drowning. I licked - long broad licks with my tongue flat against her, getting the maximum taste, giving the maximum pleasure. I was in heaven. I was at peace and hungry to make her cum.

Which she did. It started with a clenching of the thighs, and then a shudder, her whole body quaking as she ground down on my face. I just lay there as she abused my face, grinding my nose, my mouth and starving of air.

Then lifting just an inch. Letting me breath -racking gasps of air - desperately trying to fill my lungs with air. Looking up I saw her looking down at me, love on her face. The blackness as she lowered herself. "Again"

Three orgasms later, we were both exhausted. She managed to untie my right hand before she passed out, lying cuddled into me. I fell asleep, not even released from my cage, but satiated and content.