Liz takes you home to serve her

Liz is giving you a look that you’ve never seen before. Something has shifted in the energy between you. It feels very different from your usual dynamic of back and forth conversation. She isn’t really asking a question, she’s just telling you what’s about to happen. It’s clear to you that she is in control right now. And you didn’t realize until now how much you’ve wanted that..

{if perform >=9}She looks over at the woman by the exit and says, “Not this time, but have fun. I’ll see you at the next one!”{endif}

Without wasting another second she stands up and takes you by the hand. You let her lead you, mute and willing, out to the street where she hails a cab. The ride back to her apartment is a blur as you are drawn deeper and deeper into her gaze. At some point you realize that you’re carrying her shoulder bag. You now truly understand the meaning of the word mesmerized.

When the elevator opens up on her floor you realize you don’t remember getting out of the cab or who paid the fare. Bu those things don’t matter. Liz has been taking care of everything. You just have to follow.

And follow you do.

Inside her apartment she instructs you to take her coat and bag to the living room and lay the costume pieces out carefully for her to deal with later.

“I have more pressing needs. Come and join me when you’re done.”

Each item is laid with care onto the couch, which seems the best surface to use. You are almost done and wondering if she meant for you to find her in her bedroom when you hear the sound of running water; she’s filling the tub.

You take a deep breath and walk quietly to the bathroom. The door is wide open and steam is starting to waft out. You stand right on the threshold. Liz looks at you and says, “Close the door to keep the heat in. And don’t undress unless instructed.”

You nod and timidly answer, “Yes, Liz.”

She cocks her head slightly to one side.

“You can do better than that. I know you can.”

“Yes... Mistress.” The words send a pulse into your groin as they leave your mouth.

Without another word she strips herself bare. She puts her remaining clothes one by one in the hamper, luxuriating in each movement as much as she was doing earlier on stage. She’s gotten very good at teasing, and knows to turn her body away from you just enough to offer a glimpse but still deny you a full view of her beauty. Once she’s done with that she turns around with confidence, not even making eye contact, and lowers herself in the warm water.

{if benefits=true}She’s somehow far more stunning than the last time you saw her fully undressed.{else} She looks far more beautiful and sexy than even your imagination could conceive.{endif} You swallow hard.

Liz leans back until her head rests against the tiles, water up to her neck and her breasts forming two small islands, just breaking the surface. She lets out a long, relaxed sigh. You stand there admiring her, still, silent, and waiting for instructions. The minutes pass like hours and you start to wonder if she’s forgotten you.

With a languid movement of her arm she points over at a shelf. Her eyes are closed but she knows exactly where it is.

“Fetch the loofah and the body wash. Then scrub me clean.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you answer dutifully. Even though she isn’t looking you find yourself keeping your head bowed.

As you pick up the items she calls out, “Stop. On your knees. You’ll be crawling for the remainder of your service tonight.”

You lower yourself down and moves beside the tub. You stumble a bit, both hands full and unable to help you on your way. When you reach her side she simply says, “You may begin. Carefully.”

She lifts one arm out of the water and holds it still. You wet the loofah and apply a copious amount of lotion. The scent of lavender fills your nose. Then you follow her instructions, paying close attention to each movement that she makes. Every time she deems a body part sufficiently washed she’ll offer you another. First both arms, then her shoulders and neck. She rolls forward to grant you access to her back. Your eyes follow the subtle line of her spine to where it disappears just above the two glorious cheeks of her ass. You want to badly to go further but she leans back again.

You labour over her skin far longer than is strictly necessary for cleaning. Your touch is soft and slow. You do it as an act of worship.

She lifts one leg up, keeping it straight and pointing her toes like a dancer. You move down to the other end and continue with your task.

“You’re doing well, Connor. I rarely get this level of service. And you haven’t even asked for anything in return. Don’t you want me?”

She switches legs. You keep scrubbing.

“This isn’t about what I want, Mistress,” the words are feeling more and more natural. More and more right. “Other than me wanting to please you.”

[F} catches you off guard by lowering her foot onto your face. Her eyes open and she stares straight into you. You feel the soft sole moving across your cheek and then her big toe pressing against your mouth. You open up for her as she says, “Does that mean you’ve learned your place?”

Even though your dick is throbbing in your pants you resist the temptation to touch yourself. Instead you simply kiss her foot and nod. Your Mistress smiles and puts her foot back under the water.

“Then come over here and get a reward.”

You move back to the other end. She takes the loofah in one hand, and with the other reaches over the side of the tub and into your pants. Her fingers slide past the waistband of your underwear and she grasps your cock. Her hand is deliciously warm, soft, and wet. She starts to slowly stroke you at an agonizing pace. Even still, you don’t know long you will last.

As her arm moves her breasts rise and fall, exposing themselves and then dropping back down under the water. You are hypnotized by the sight.

Your Mistress catches you looking.

“Are you thinking about them? Do you want to touch them? Take them into your mouth and suck on my nipples? {if benefits=true}You always seemed to enjoy that.”{else}I’m sure you’ve thought about it doing it. Fantasized about having the opportunity.{endif}

“Only... it it... pleases... you.”

She gives you a tight squeeze.

“OH! If it... pleases... you... Mistress.”

“No,” she says. “I’ll be taking care of my own pleasure tonight. But if you’re a very good boy then you might earn {if benefits=true}the chance to get back into my bed.{else}the chance to get into my bed.{endif} So be a good boy. Squirt for me, Connor,” she speeds up nearly imperceptibly and flicks the head of your cock with every word. “Cum... for... your... Mistress... NOW!”

And you do.

There’s no way you could hold back given the pure bliss she’s causing you in body and mind. You grab the edge of the tub and tense what feels like every muscle in your body as you crash over the edge and cum. You underwear fills with your load and you feel it soaking into the fabric as your Mistress drains you of everything you have. Your vision goes hazy at the edges until her hand finally stops moving.

Slowly she lifts it up and out. You watch as the excess semen on her fingers drips off onto the floor between your knees. She wipes the rest off on your shirt before reaching under the water to open the drain. She stands up and grabs a towel from the rack. You find yourself unable to move. Unable even to look up at her perfect form. She dries herself off and then steps past you.

Still you wait for her instructions before moving.

“There’s a good boy. I hope you enjoyed your reward. And clean that mess up before you head home.”

Your heart melts at her approval. “Yes, Mistress.”