My purchase of Indyweasel and what happened next...

His hands worked their magic on me, finding every tense spot and easing it away. What had been planned as sexual; foreplay now became more. Oh yes. I practically melted as he continued down my back. Barely brushing my ass. Then a light kiss on my shoulder, so sudden and unexpected that it sent shivers throughout me, straight to my nipples. Then jhe licked and tongued me there. Oh god. What was he doing? I was the Mistress here, but he had all the power right now.

" Did you like that?" A whisper in my ear, also causing a shiver through me.

"Yes." I moaned. "Oh God yes. Don't stop baby. Please."
 
"Yes." You moaned back at me. "Oh God yes. Don't stop baby. Please."

"At your command Mistress" I let my hands wander down to her sides as I starting working on her rib and under arm area. With about every third or fourth circle I'd let my fingertips brush against the sides of her breasts just teasing them for what was to come.

Eventually, I let my hands work up to the top side of her shoulders and work their way back up to her neck.
 
I felt like I was melting, trying to hold on to the last vestigae of control as he worked his magic.
"At your command Mistress" Oh god. Yes, at my command. No, I was at his mercy. Sighing again as she casually brushed against the side of my breasts. Then working his way back up to my neck.

"Good God Indy. Where did you ever..." moaning again as he kissed my neck. "Learn. Umm.. Whatever. Just don't stop."
 
"Actually as wierd as it sounds, my mother taught me the actual art of massaging shoulders. And I'm sure it was for her own selfish interest. As far as other parts of the body, I've taught myself. "

"Would you be interested in that, Mistress?"
 
I broke out of my trance at the word Mother. Laughing quietly.
"Remind me to thank your Mother." Laying my head back down.
"Do whatever you feel shall please me dear. But, wouldn't you be more comfortable, undressed?"
 
" I shall remind you of that Mistress", I replied. I ran my fingers up and down youe spine one more time as I swung my leg over your back and moved around the bed to stand in front of you.

I placed my foot on the corner of the bed as I undid my sandles. Pursposefully streching my legs out, I gave you a nice view of the erection hidden underneath my shorts. After I placed them in the corner, I reached up and peeled the shirt off of my chest, revealing a flat stomach with the mucsles rippling as I raised my arms above my head to remove my shirt. I turned on purpose to show you my ass as I placed my shirt on top of my sandles. With my back still towards you I unbutton and unzip my shorts so that the head of my cock is peeking out of the opening.

I turn back to you and ask "Would you like to finish my undressing, or would you like me to do it. Mistress?" I say that last word not as the respectfully question it was earlier, but as a teasing question seeing how much I've already affected you.
 
His teasing almost ended the massage right there. He was a damn fine sexy man. And he was mine, that delicious body was mine. Even as he spoke I was licking my lips. But the slight sarcasm in his voice remeinded me who was suppose to be in charge here.
"Don't use that tone with me. Strip. And get back to my massage. Then I shall have other things for you to do." The tip of my tongue sneaking out again as he did so. I felt mesmerized by his tight body. God. Who was I to make this man a slave. He was a God.
But it wouldn't do to give in so easily now, would it?
 
"Well then", I thought for myself. I havent broken her yet.

"Yes Mistress", I quickly replied as I removed my shorts and let my erection spring free. I crawled right back onto the bed letting my cock swing in front of your face as I crawled by you and kneeled down over your back again.

Quickled I poured some more oil into my hands and started working on her back, moving my way lower, letting the tip of my penis push up against the towel covering your ass, gently searching for your moistness.
 
Why had I let him continue? Ugghhh. his cock so close to my face, I could smell his scent. It hung about me. Longing to take him in my mouth, to please and pleasure him. That was my normal style. never the Mistress. I was suppose to be the server, the giver. Receiving my pleasure in giving it. But he climbed back onto my back. Now his hands covered in more oils. Slowly taking my will as he so deftly massaged it away. His balls and cock rubbing against me. Leavig a trail of fire as he shifted and moved. Then resting them on the crack of my ass. Longing to arch up and feel him impale me. Moaning as his hands moved the towel lower.
"Oh Indy. God. Indy." Not having been this aroused in ages.
 
Pushing the towel off of you with my hands, and take your ass into my hands and continue to rub and massage them. My fingers slip down into the crack between your heavenly spheres, rubbing and caressing there.

"Yes my Mistress. What can I do for you?
 
What can he do for me? Fuck me that's what he could do. hold me down here and fuck me hard. make me beg and cry for his cock. The thoughts raged.
"keep on doing this magic. No wonder the girls all wanted you." Smiling to myself, did he know I had threatened the others when the bidding had started? So I could further humilate him by the supposedly low bid. Actually having given her a weekend pass to the nearby spa resort.

But this wasn't the weekend I had planned. He was so strong willed and I loved his attentions, craved them.
 
"Yes ma'am. I shall continue with my minstrations. "

Damn. By now, I usually had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Begging for me bend them over a table and fuck them. I am impressed by your self control.

My hands slid down from your ass working their way down to the top of your thighs. I keep rubbing the back of your legs, slowly working my way to the inside of your things. Very gently I put some pressure there, letting you know what I want you to do.
 
I know what you are trying. And with all the strength in me I hold my legs together even tighter. Though all they truly want is to spread and be wrapped around you.
"I think my back is fine now. let me turn over so you can work on the front. That is, if you don't mind." My mind screaming. Knowing there isn't anyway I can keep control if he touches my nipples, or my pussy, or damn. He has already lifted himself. His cock still touching me as I roll. I lay back and relax, letting my arms lay gently at my sides and my eyes close. Not daring to look at him. How long can I keep up this torment?
 
Feeling the muscles in your leg tense, I know that you arent going to give up to what you want yet. I smile softly wondering how much longer you can resist.

"Yes mistress. I would be happy to pleasure you anyway that you like." I lift mysef off of you so that you can roll over and show me your magnificent breasts. I am not disappointed as you show me all of yourself, not even bothering with the towel this time.

I pour more oil into my hands, letting it warm from my body heat. I perched myself over your waist and start to rub the oils into your perky breasts. I caress and gently twist your nipples between my fingers as I work the oil into the clevage between your breasts.
 
Biting my lip as you tease my nipples. Pinching and twisting them with the oils. Feeling it drip down my sides, and pool in my navel. Your cock hard and throbbing, rubbing against me as you move. A slight whimper escapes me as you give an extra tug.
 
OOC: I'm back... Not that you missed me.. ;)

IC: Watching your nipples harden under my attention caused my cock to stiffen to its full length and started to brush against you as I moved around your body. Moving my attention down your torso I take the oil in your belly button and work the oils over your stomach.

I continue working my way down to the small tuft of hair over your pubic area. Gently I let my fingers wander over that area. Saving most of the exploration for later, I continue my way down your legs, working both the top and inner parts of your legs.

I watch as you fight the urge to open your legs up to me. "Is there something the matter Mistress?", I ask.
 
His words bringing me back to reality.
"Nothing dear. Nothing." There was no way I was going to admit my need, and lack of willpwer. Wanting nothing more then to spread my legs and make him fuck me, eat me, touch me. Anytyhing. I knew my pussy was wet, could feel her reactions at each touch of his hand, and his body.
This man was an expert at teasing and pleasing. I wanted all of it, but needed to keep control, for now.
 
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