You are hers.

"Now Pet," she says, "you are going to do as I say." She raises her hand and points one finger at you. "Kneel." Just that one simple word. It isn't a harsh command, and when you hear it, getting on your knees seems like one of the most reasonable things in the world.

As you drop down, you notice her delicate hands now more in view, her nails painted blue, as blue as those encapsulating eyes of hers. You wonder how you fell into those beautiful blue eyes. You wonder how you allowed her to talk you into this so easily. But for now, you allow yourself to be led, to follow those blue eyes and her wistful commands.

It's comfortable down on your knees. Your towel seems to have fallen right where you knelt giving you a soft padding. The sauna has plenty of room and you notice she sits down right in front of you on an opposing bench. You look up to her eyes seeking to find what your next command would be only to see her point with one hand, directly between her legs. That well trimmed dark bush which marks her sex as she deliberately spreads her legs. It's there before you and you feel yourself crawling towards it as she slowly beckons you forward. And then she snaps her fingers [Snap!] "Stop!"

The word cuts through your mind and you do stop. Right in place. Completely. Frozen. The feeling is actually quite pleasurable as you sit there. It's as if she has a complete hold over your actions. As if she is holding a leash upon your body. Yet she's being quite nice about it. And she beckons you in closer again, "Come." And as you get your head in between her legs she says, "Lick."

You easily find yourself granting this request as your tongue reaches out to place a long slow lick up between her folds. It's moist and soft. You can taste the salty sweat of her body, the two of you are in a sauna after all, but there's the familiar scent of pussy as you inhale another deep breath. You look up between her parted legs to see her staring back down at you.

"Yes, Pet. You're going to lick my pussy until I cum on your face." And your desire to be there, to lick, to taste her fills your entire being. “Now, Lick and don’t stop until I command it.”

You plant your head between her legs bearing her slick honey-pot firmly against your mouth. Her scent is strong, overpowering in its intensity. Your tongue darts out for a taste and finds a treasure trove of sticky sweetness. Instinctively you tongue-fuck her, greedily devouring her cunny-juice, shoving your tongue in as far as possible before suckling at her clit. Dimly you feel her hands grabbing hold of your head, pressing you deeper between her folds.

Moans of sheer pleasure begin to escape her as you work her clit over with your tongue. Licking back and forth and up and down as you continue your work, kneeling at the altar of her sex. Her pussy pressed hard against your face. Her thighs contracting hard against the sides of your head from time to time as she enjoys your work. Each move bringing her closer to the edge. Your hands begin stroking your cock, rubbing it in time with the lapping of your tongue as her juices begin flowing down your chin. You lose track of time, orgasming many times over, slick and sticky with sexual fluids. But her command to stop seems to never come.