Reborn: Tale of a Body Servant

Even though Mistress and slave were fused in heated passion, both somehow realized that the water indeed WAS still rising, and would soon overflow the tub if nothing was done. Thomas took the initiative to end the looming threat. Pushing his Mistress against the wall again, he tried to keep his thrusting rhythm as best he could while solving the potential crisis. Searching with his right foot, he found the spigot. In his excited state, he accidentally turned it the wrong way, increasing the flow rather than decreasing it. With an exasperated grunt, he immediately turned it the other way, toes desperately gripping the wet metal, and the water slowed first to a trickle, then finally to a stop. The brief distraction notwithstanding, the thrusting continued. Thomas had long been trained to NEVER cease his plundering of his Mistress until SHE had so ordered it...no matter WHAT the circumstances.

The crisis averted, Thomas once again focused his full attention on the carnal pleasuring of his Mistress. Able to once again stand back and take an advantageous stance, he pulled Lori away from the wall so she could again bend over and thrust her needy sex at him. Bent way over, legs spread, the palms of her hands plastered like twin suction cups against the wall, she gave Thomas total access to the depths of her burning cavern. And he took full advantage of that irresistible offering.

It was pure agony to pull his hands away from such tempting targets as Lori's nipples and clit, but his only desire now was to fuck his Mistress senseless...as he knew she also wanted. So he circled his arms around her hips, grasping her inner thighs mere inches from her steadily heating mound. With a grunt, he lifted her up and back, pulling her ravaged sex to him, slamming forward with his hips and pulling backward with his hands. As his hips thrust his erect cock into her like a piledriver, his hands helped force her sucking pussy lips down hard onto it. The end result was the deepest penetration Lori had ever felt in her life, and her eyes grew wider with each subsequent thrust of his engorged manhood into her molten core.

As he held her firmly with her feet off the floor of the tub and slammed into her over and over, Thomas snarled his lust. Lori's hands clutched the tiled wall for all they were worth, and the right side of her face became squashed against the wall between those desperate hands. She panted, barely able to breathe, as she now watched her personal love toy hump her like an unbroken stallion in the steaming reflection above the sink.

The view alone was erotic in the extreme. Thomas thrusting into her from behind, his muscles taut and straining mightily with the sustained effort. Her own ass cheeks rippling with each heated attack of his penis into her opening. Thomas's face was a mask of lust and desire, his mouth frozen in a grimace, his teeth clenched nearly to the point of shattering as he growled between them. Lori was even able to see her own face, mouth agape, nostrils flaring, eyes glazed, hair flying about as if she were indeed riding a stallion. But in the end, it was when her eyes fixated on Thomas's firm ass cheeks clenching as he rammed into her that put her over the edge.

She felt the orgasm rising within her. It started as chills deep inside her fiery cavern, and radiated outward from there. The chills climbed up her back, to her shoulders, neck and the back of her head. Even the ends of her long strands of hair felt it. Those icy pinpricks also radiated downward, along her legs to the soles of her dangling feet. The chills were hot; they burned as they made her tingle coolly from the inside out.

Then she shuddered. She gasped, her lungs almost failing to work properly. A dozen chills raced along her spine and she panted like an overstimulated puppy against the cool tiles. She felt like her belly was burning inside. Her nails dug into the wall. Her back would've arched, if Thomas's thrusting wasn't already accomplishing that for her. She shuddered one more time, a moan rising from the deepest depths of her lungs.

With a shudder that racked her entire body at once, and a long, sustained, staggered gasp, Lori came. The gasp became a scream of unadulterated pleasure as she writhed in ecstasy upon Thomas's impaling shaft. As her fluids rushed like roaring rapids and her body quaked from head to toe, she stared at her climaxing reflection in the mirror...which only served to enhance the experience. Her orgasm doubled in intensity. She squirmed and shook and gasped as Thomas continued to pound into her time and again, seemingly tireless in his desire to please her...and himself.

About midway through her orgasm, Lori's eyesight blurred. It wasn't the steam on the mirror, either, but the product of her own intense orgasm, as her brain registered but ignored the erotic sight in the mirror in favor of focusing on the sensations of her body. She was cold and hot, drained and energized, wanting to slip into a coma and yet needing to squirm around her slave's succulent member. She shuddered spastically in his firm grip as her pussy jerked and oozed and spat. In another instant, she somehow knew that her weakening arms would fail her, and she would soon plummet face down into the overfull tub.

Thomas sensed this, as any good slave should. Letting go of her hips, he again grasped her breasts. Holding them firmly, he slowly got down on one knee, bringing Lori with him. He lowered her to her hands and knees in the hot water, where she gasped unsteadily, but still gushed her hot cream around his swollen cock. He then got down on both his knees behind her...and carried on with his stud duties.

Now with both hands free again, he once more fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples, mixing in a goodly amount of clit-play as well. With one arm firmly around her waist, he resumed his pleasuring responsibilities...doggie style. Lori bit her lower lip as her orgasm, which had nearly exhausted itself, began to revive, energize...thrive!

Thomas grunted as he again thrust into her. This time, she was too weak to turn her head to see the erotic sight of being taken doggie style by this virile man. The mirror would've been too high above them now, anyway, but her brain was incapable of comprehending that fact at this particular moment. She could only hold her position on her hands and knees as Thomas's flat, firm abdomen slammed continuously against her ass. With each of his thrusts, the water around and beneath them churned and sloshed. It lapped hotly at Lori's nipples and belly and splashed playfully around her pussy as her slave expertly serviced her needs.

A little weaker it was, perhaps, but her orgasm renewed itself, and she again pulsed hot liquids around her playtoy's invading weapon. She gasped...even squealed...as she drenched them both, creating yet another slick of sexual fluid on the roiling surface of the water. And as she nearly bit through her lip she cried, "Oh, yes...slave boy! Fuck your...Mistress! Fuck me....HARD! Is that....all you've...got?... Maybe...you're only...good enough...to suck toes! Maybe...I need...a new....slave boy...one who...can REALLY...fuck me...properly?"

She knew better. She was having the fuck of her life. But, as expected, the words both aroused Thomas and nicked his pride. He slammed his cock into her burning pussy so hard that it was beginning to create a growing ache deep inside her. But it was a delicious ache. She loved it. She came that much harder. And she knew it was time to allow her slave the same release. She would finally give him permission to ejaculate, just as her own most recent climax began to crest.

"Such a...good....foot boy," she gasped, a wicked smile crossing her lips even in her exhausted state. "If you.. come...like a...good slave...I'll let you...kiss my....ass....again. Or lick....my pussy....for hours! Do you...want that? Or would you...rather...lick my....toenails?" Not waiting for his grunted reply, she barked, "Come inside me...foot boy! Show me...how a....good slave...comes for...his Mistress!"

The blast of hot liquid that filled her was immediate. Thomas moaned deeply and thrust himself against her ass hard and fast. He gasped with each thrust, every note accompanied by a searing spurt inside her. She squealed with glee as he sent his molten load into her over and over, filling her to overflowing. It filled her, warmed her, made her lick her lips and buck harder against him. Heat radiated outward from her vaginal canal as the chills had earlier...traveling to every corner of her body.

After what seemed eons, Thomas's legs slowly began to weaken. His thrusting slowed, diminishing in force. His panting was replaced by deep, but slower, breathing. By that time, Lori's orgasm was on a slow decline, thought she was still in that delicious orgasmic afterglow. The warmth of his fluids inside her was an incredible addition to the warm, mellow feeling that was coming over her. His body and the water warmed her from without, while his seed warmed her from within. It made her want to curl up and sleep for a decade. And she almost did. With a long, low sigh, she slumped against one side of the tub and smiled contentedly. She sunk into the water up to her neck, sighing, relaxing totally. Thomas, still inside her, lay behind her in the water, knowing she didn't like him to pull out of her too quickly.

After adequate time had passed, Thomas slid himself gradually, gently from her. She sighed as he slipped free. But she still lay contentedly against the side of the tub. Her faithful footboy kissed her gently...the back of her head, her neck, her shoulders, along her side, the hip that barely protruded from the warm water. Then he got on his knees and slipped his arms beneath her soft body. He got up on one knee, then stood, lifting her limp form from the now much less soapy water. He held his Mistress there in his arms, both of them dripping more than just water and soap. He again kissed her head, just behind her ear. She sighed, smiled, as exhausted as she was content.

Thomas kicked the plug out of its hole beneath the water, listened to hear the tub draining. Then he stepped over the tiled edge and out of the spacious tub. He lowered Lori's legs, listening for the sound of her soft soles landing on the bath rug. She stood there, stretching and cooing like a dove, waiting for Thomas to complete his duties.

"Be gentle when you dry me, Thomas," she sighed, "I feel like fragile glass right now. Just pat and dab me. Anything else would be like grating sandpaper against my skin right now. You understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Thomas smiled, removing the soft towel from it's silver ring on the wall.

"Good," she purred, "then please begin." She stood on the rug with her arms raised above her head, legs spread slightly, swaying slowly to and fro. "Ohhhh," she sighed, "I do so love when you bathe and pamper me."

Thomas, towel in hand, began dabbing and patting, just as instructed, slowly absorbing every drop off of his Mistress's body. Smiling happily, he dried his Mistress from head to toe. Every bathing session went a little differently, depending on Lori's moods and whims, and he'd become very adept at both anticipating her wishes and gauging when she'd had enough "bathing" and was ready to relax and/or retire. Tonight was one of those nights when the sex had been particularly intense and pleasurable for her, and he could tell she wanted to be taken to bed and gently pampered until she drifted off to sleep.

Lori sat on the toilet, smiling a relaxed smile from her oh so satisfying "bath". Leaning against a somewhat cooler section of the bathroom wall, she could not see her foot boy's reflection as he dried every inch of her. No matter, she held that erotic vision in her memory like a series of exciting photos. Besides, she was exhausted, and was sexually satisfied for the moment. With a wry smile, however, she DID realize that her bath had not been complete. Her faithful body servant had never made it above her waist. That would have to be saved for tomorrow morning. She was even too tired to mentally picture it, as she knew the thought of Thomas's strong hands bathing her belly, breasts, back and neck would serve to once again set a fire in her furnace. Not to mention the utterly sensuous feeling of his fingers kneading her scalp as he washed her hair! She sighed like a smitten schoolgirl. It was just too sensual for words.

She grinned...sighed yet again. Yes, tomorrow would begin with a wonderful shower, with Thomas's hands all over her. Then she would eat another of the delicious breakfasts he always prepared for her. Thinking back to earlier events of the day, she remembered her plan to have him sit under the table and pamper her feet while she savored her morning repast. Such a truly wicked and delicious display of her power over him, to have him sitting there massaging every inch of her feet with his soft, puckered lips. How silly he'd look when she glanced under the table between bites and sips...and yet how utterly erotic. Of course, after her breakfast if would be Thomas's turn to dine...on her. She chuckled quietly, though Thomas did look up to see why she laughed. She simply smiled at him and closed her eyes. Best to let him wonder what was on her mind...ponder what she might be planning.

After completing the toweling off of his Mistress, Thomas stood before her. She ogled his nakedness, resisting the urge to lean forward and fondle and kiss his juicy manhood. Still, the sight of it did cause her to lick her lips. When she looked up into Thomas's eyes, he was blushing. But he still thrust his hips forward ever so slightly to allow her the best possible view. Always the accommodating slave.

"Thomas, my sweet," she smiled, "you do realize it's very difficult to resist sucking that wonderful cock of yours until it explodes all over the place. However, I AM tired, and I can suck it any time I choose to, so I'm going to resist the urge...for now." She smiled as he tried valiantly to hide his considerable disappointment. "I wish to be put to bed and gently massaged to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied politely, despite the nagging thoughts of her lips on his penis still stumbling through his brain.

Thomas folded the towel and pushed it through it's shiny holder. He quickly dried off his own body, using the other towel, removing and then replacing it into its - of course - lower ring. He then bent down, placing one forearm under Lori's legs, behind her knees. His other arm he wrapped around her back. Lifting her off the toilet easily, he held her aloft for a few seconds, gaining better balance, adjusting her weight in his arms. He carried her out of the still slightly steaming bathroom, switching off the light with his elbow as he left.

His strong legs propelled him down the dimly lit hall in long, confident strides, carrying his precious cargo. He brought his Mistress to her boudoir, looking like a naked groom on his wedding night, carrying his likewise naked bride across the threshold. His goal was the large, queen size bed in the far corner of the room. Reaching it, he gently lowered Lori to the comfy linens that hugged the mattress in warmth and softness. Moving to the other side of the bed, he folded open the blankets and sheets. He then went back to the other side, where his Mistress lay waiting, and again lifted her. He carried her around to the spot where he'd made an opening in the blankets for her, and laid her down gently. He reached for the blankets and began to cover her with them, momentarily - and uncharacteristically - forgetting about her massage. His somewhat liquefied brain was still recovering from his explosive orgasm, after all.

"No," she said, "just the sheet tonight. I feel deliciously cool after that hot bath, and I want to stay that way for a bit."

"Yes, ma'am," Thomas replied, folding only the sheet over her. Lori sighed, stretched, yawned, snuggled under the cool sheet. She looked up at her adoring pet and smiled. In a moment of kindness she said, "Thomas, would you like to sleep here in bed with me tonight? I feel you've done such a wonderful job of pampering me today, that you've earned a reward. You may sleep beside your Mistress if you wish." Thomas's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning, as if that child had received extra wonderful presents for being well behaved. He was a little confused as to what had happened to Lori's earlier spoken wish to be massaged to sleep. But he was also not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If his Mistress desired him to lay beside her and possibly embrace her as she slept, well, he was not going to question her change in plans. After all, he loved her as much as he worshiped her.

Lori had always adored that childlike look on her slave's face. "Come," she said, reaching over and flipping open the covers on the other side of the bed, "sleep next to your Mistress, my pet." She patted the now exposed bottom sheet.

As if in a dream, Thomas circled the bed yet again, slowly flipping down the light switch, climbing into the bed next to her. Lori motioned for him to move closer to her. He did so, looking shy, suspicious and grateful all at once. As soon as he was next to her, Lori reached over and stroked his chest, fingers playing in the sparse wisps between his strong pectorals, taunting his erect nipples.

Slowly, she ran her hand down his chest and belly, to the carpet between his legs. She fondled his manhood shamelessly, cupping his testicles, squeezing his shaft, stroking it, feeling the helmeted head...teasing him to the point where she felt shivers coursing through his body. Ignoring those shivers, she went on to kiss and lick his nipples, finally sucking hard on them. All the while she nibbled his nipples, she stroked him faster and more firmly. At one point, Thomas actually thought she was going to jerk him off. Silly foot boy.

Suddenly, the stimulation stopped. No hands, no fingers, no lips...no erotic sensation at all.

"There," Lori grinned, "that should hold your interest until morning. Now, when I wake nice and early, you'll be ACHING to please me, won't you?"

"Oh....uh.....yes, ma'am." he groaned.

"Good, now be a good foot boy and sleep tight." With that, she kissed him on the cheek and rolled over, purposely - wickedly - putting her naked ass up against his hip. She felt a shudder as the two made contact. With a series of sighs, Lori drifted off to sleep, grinning her way into dreamland.

It was a long time before Thomas drifted off to sleep, but when he finally did he slept deeply. Sometime in the middle of the night he awoke. He felt Lori's breath against his shoulder and neck. But she wasn't asleep.

"Slave boy," she whispered when she realized he was awake, "kiss your Mistress."

Thomas smiled. He rolled over on top of her and grabbed her shoulders in his strong arms. Lowering his face to hers, he planted a forceful, lip-mashing kiss on her mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply into it. They kissed long and hard.

"Enough of that, foot boy," Lori said finally, "I need you to warm my feet."

"C'mon, Lor..." Thomas paused to huckle, "fantasy play is over. It's just you and me now...hubby and wife. You really left me high and dry there for a while. Let's fuck til my testicles suck back up into my gut. C'mon...whattya say?" In the darkness, she couldn't see him batting his baby blue eyes at her, his all too eager grin showing every tooth in his mouth.

"Is that any way to talk to your Mistress, slave? I said my feet are cold...now get down there and do your job. Warm my feet!" Lori was shivering with anticipation. She was flushed with her boldness. She was attempting something here, and it excited her...greatly.

"Lor...fantasy's over. I got a dick here that's all horned out from your playing with it before. We did the Mistress-slave thing. It was great...one of our hottest role plays yet. But...uh...c'mon, now...give my boys here a break. Let's do the horizontal mamba!" This time Thomas's grin was accompanied by a Snidely Whiplash-like fluttering of his eyebrows. Still Lori didn't see it. The silhouette of his trim, masculine body leaning over her in the darkness was all she could make out in the midnight darkness.