My mistress picks.

I consider my options whilst my mistress idly plays with my hair. There are so many things that I want to try, and each time I think I have settled on something to ask for, I think of something else I want to try. I really want her to spank me, but would that be considered foreplay? We’re a little past that by now. Maybe I could ask her to sit on my face? Time spent between those pillowy thighs worshiping my mistress's cunt surely wouldn’t be wasted. But what if…

Round and round it goes. It was a classic case of the illusion of choice. So many options to pick, and all would lead to me having a damn good time. It didn’t matter what I picked, I would feel good regardless, either by helping the mistress get off or by the mistress getting me off. So why couldn’t I make a damned decision?

I look up at my mistress, who has moved on from stroking my hair and is currently stroking my cheek, an amused look on her face. In an equally amused tone, she asks, “Can’t pick, huh?” I sigh, shaking my head. The exasperated face I’m pulling makes her giggle, but she quickly schools her features before saying, “Well, I’m going to choose for you then.” I’m a little relieved as I look up at her expectantly, awaiting her decision.

She circles me slowly, humming thoughtfully, before mumbling to herself, “What would be a suitable reward for you?” She stops directly behind me and I can feel her eyes on me as she says, “It is a real nice ass…” Smiling and the feeling of gratification that gives me, I wiggle my hips a little, shaking my ass from side to side for her. Her appreciative noises turn into a long, low whistle as I bend forward slightly and spread my ass to give her a better view of my pussy and the puckered rosebud of my anus.

“Tell me, kitten, have you had much experience with rimming?” Surprised at the forwardness of the question, I take a couple of seconds before answering truthfully. “I’ve done it once or twice, both giving and receiving, but only for people I really like.” I look over my shoulder to gauge her reaction, so I see her raised eyebrow as she asks, “Is that so?” she bites her lower lip, clearly considering her next words, before she asks, “so what about me?”

I shuffle round until I am facing her and look up into her eyes. There is a vulnerability there that I wasn’t expecting from the domme. I already know my answer, so with a small smile, I say, “Turn around and I’ll show you.” She turns around and presents her rear to me, but I catch the beatific smile on her face before she can conceal it. I don’t consider her expression for long, however, as I am suddenly very distracted.

Her plump ass, which looked amazing from a distance, looks even better up close. I revel in the look and feel as I cup her butt cheeks in my hands, watching in wonder as my hands practically sink into the pliant flesh. I spread her ass and watch in appreciative silence as the dark star of her asshole winks at me.

My lover's amused tone is back as she asks, “You do realise this was supposed to be a treat for you, don't you?” I lean forward, bringing my face closer and closer, as I absentmindedly murmur, “This ass is a treat.” A moan fills the air as I finally bury my face between those cheeks and run my tongue over her asshole. She reaches back, pressing my head into her rear as she says, “oh gods that’s nice, don’t stop!” more than happy to comply, I continue to run my tongue over the rim of her anus as she moans in pleasure.

Experimentally, I focus my efforts, attempting to **** my tongue inside her past the rapidly twitching ring of muscle. Her moans reach a fever pitch, and she grinds her ass against my face as she screams, “Yes! just like that! oooooh, go deeper!” I try to do just that, but her grinding against me actually makes things harder, so I am only partially successful. Despite my difficulties, it’s not long until her moans become screams and her legs shake as her pleasure overtakes her and she cums.

I extricate myself from her pillowy behind, and she drops to her knees in front of me. When the waves of pleasure recede, she turns to face me, then hesitates a moment before leaning in for a kiss. After I happily oblige her, she sits back on her heels and says, "Thank you for that, kitten. That felt really good. I feel a little bad for only getting you off once.” I smile, assuring her to the contrary (when pressed up against her, both front and rear, my hands hadn’t been idle), then add, “As for the finale, well, you can repay the favour next time.” She chuckles in response before replying, “It’s a date.”