Boys Weekend

Ms. Morrigan uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, extending her other foot to the man on the floor in front of her. He took it between both hands and placed a thumb on either side of the bottom of her big toe, gently massaging the joint.

"So where are you going this weekend?" she asked.

"Just a guys' weekend, with my old college buddies," he replied.

She nodded, and said, "Good for you." She only owned him sexually. And he was only submissive when he was thinking about sex. Which, since he had met her, admittedly, was about 22 hours a days.

"But where exactly?"

"Derek's lake cottage."

"And what are you going to do all weekend?"

"We may do some fishing. Maybe a round of golf. Mostly sit around the firepit and drink beer and tell stories."

She chuckled as he moved to her second toe. "I'd love to listen in on some of those stories."

He chuckled too. "You think so? I think most of them are going to be the same old stories we've been telling each other for years."

"Ah, the glory days," Ms. Morrigan smiled. "Surely there are some juicy tales of ... conquest. All those co-eds and cheerleaders and English professors you all had your way with ..."

He remained silent and worked on the ball of her foot. Finally he offered, "I think you've watched too many movies about how guys talk."

"Oh, so you're private and discrete, are you?" Then, "Are you going to tell them about me?"

"Ummm ... well, probably," he murmured. "I mean, I figure I'll let them know that I'm seeing someone, but ..."

"You're not going to tell them about how you're having the most intensely erotic experiences of your life? In service to your domme, never touching her above the ankle?"
She rotated her foot, making the silver anklet that was the upper boundary of where he was allowed to go sparkle and dance. "Rubbing my feet, cleaning my home ... and making sure I'm the only one who ever, ever gets to have an orgasm?"

"I don't think they'll get it."

"And that's exactly why I want you to tell them!" she laughed. "I want your friends to picture you naked on your knees, licking Twinkie filling out from between my toes. Don't you?"

He remained silent, naked on his knees at this very moment, while his hands began to massage her instep with increased intensity.

"You're so cute when you blush," Ms. Morrigan smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

"And I notice that you're really, really hard ..."

(to be continued...)