Alice, Mistress of Femdom. 3. The Theater

It's unlikely you've read such a description of cunnilingus and female orgasm, and this is not at all self-promotion; the text of this story is more than 90 percent the work of Mistress Femdom Alice herself, so I, as the author of many stories, can only swallow my saliva enviously, acknowledging her superior talent.

I, already at home, spent a long time writing the story while listening to the pleasant-to-the-ear voice of Mistress Alice recorded on a dictaphone, feeling her presence in my shackled cock. It was as if I had no control over it at all. I could only relieve myself, but nothing more. Mistress Alice didn't so much steal it from me as brazenly take it away! I

missed it terribly, I really wanted, of course, to stroke my little friend and satisfy him, but he just looked at me like I was some kind of traitor. As you might have guessed, I didn't dare break and remove her chastity belt, thus, perhaps, finally resigning myself to the fact that she is my Mistress, and I am her slave.

The story's text wasn't coming together, and I didn't know what to do, how to tell you what I heard! How to convey what I heard? And in the end, I decided to write in an unusual format for myself. I simply recorded her words, from her own perspective!

Well, here we go! I hope I was right and she might realize that she herself can write amazingly arousing and wet porn stories.

So, in short – Alice began her story — that day my young slave with a hard-on was already at my place. I put a chastity belt on him, after which he, with trembling and tenderness, pulls stockings onto my legs and puts on my shoes. Then I put on a tight black sleeveless dress with a high collar, like a turtleneck, and a length just above the knee. Then black gloves.

Then the slave helps me put on beautiful long earrings, gold with brilliants, and a watch. My favorite platinum Rolex. Women's, thin and elegant, expensive and diamond-studded.

Then I make him put on a classic men's three-piece suit, shirt, trousers, waistcoat, jacket, and bow tie. He puts on the trousers without underwear.

We take a taxi to the theater.

I deliberately cross my legs so the slave can see the top of the stockings. However, the driver sees it too. Then at the theater, we take a box where there's no one else but us.

The ballet Spartacus begins.

The lights go down. I'm sitting with my legs crossed. The slave is next to me. I'm looking at the stage. I made him look at me.

I hike up my dress so the edge of the stocking and garter are visible. He's sitting to my right and watching. I'm sitting with my right leg over my left. Then I gracefully switch legs, putting my left over my right. I sit so the top knee is facing the slave. I snap my fingers, and he silently slides down from his seat

I snap my fingers, and he begins, sticking out his tongue, to carefully and tenderly lick the steel heel of my shoe. Then he rises a little higher, licking my ankle.

Then he begins to lick my calf and the juicy, firm calves for a long time and passionately. Then I give him a look allowing him to lick higher, and he joyfully begins to lick my knee in its stocking.

I spread my legs and hike my dress up as high as possible. I gesture aggressively with my gloved hand for him to lick between my legs.

He begins to lick the way I love it. With a relaxed tongue, he runs over my labia. They begin to swell and fill with blood. Oh yes. I love this.

A sharp desire begins to kindle somewhere inside my ass and belly. Come on, sweetie, lick.

The heat of arousal begins from within. It slowly starts to spread from the pelvic area wider to my stomach and thighs. I begin to get wet. Now, my sweet, cover my protruding clit with your relaxed tongue and suck gently. Lightly. Yesss, and then slowly and gently lick to the left and right of the clitoral hood. Yesss, that's perfect. The desire and the swelling feeling of pleasure slowly builds inside my pelvis. Yesss.

I start breathing quickly. Come on, my sweet, lick my vagina now, peek into my vagina. It's already flowing heavily! Come on. I hear him slurping my juices tenderly and with increasing speed, lapping up my fluids.

I look into the hall at the other boxes. My gaze is unfocused. I can't concentrate.

I caught the eye of a gray-haired asshole in a suit with a distinguished mustache. He turned his head and is looking not at the stage, but at my face.

That aroused me even more. He understood that I was receiving pleasure right now.

I slightly opened my mouth with my fist. Started breathing rapidly. Yess, my sweet, now lick the clit itself and quickly and lap up my juices.

The pleasure builds. The feeling of fullness in my pelvis spreads wider and wider. I'm already flushed. My thighs are trembling from the high.

The sweet moment arrives. Oh yess. When the mounting tension is no longer contained by the pelvis, nor the stomach and thighs, it's like an electric discharge of pleasure tapping into my chest and legs.

The tension is maximal! I squeeze his head into me as hard as I can. Yess, come on my sweet, don't stop.

And here it is, the orgasm! It's the sensation of maximum tension, which suddenly sharply transforms into an incredibly magnificent feeling of release. My stomach cramps, and my thighs squeeze the slave's head.

An explosion of pleasure, I can't describe it in words. Maybe it's like when you tense up before you sneeze, and then sneeze with pleasure. But that orgasmic sneeze is many times stronger and sweeter. An incredible, fabulous feeling of expansion in the pelvis, from which pure lust and bliss shoot out.

My ass jumps, my face is contorted in a grimace of happiness. Yesss, I happily dig my stilettos into the slave's shoulders. The lustful pleasure spreads from my pelvis throughout my entire body.

I continue to extract bursts of high from my swollen vagina and clit. Oh gods, how good! One orgasm passed, a small pause, and I can see how the mustachioed, gray-haired old man looks at me with lust. The little tongue continues to slurp wildly in my vagina. Oh yesss, the feeling of tension intensifies again and another discharge of physical pleasure, which spreads incredibly sweetly from my vagina throughout my entire body. Yesss, I close my eyes and throw my head back. Convulsions shake me. I want to scream, but again I cover my mouth with my gloved fist and only slurp contentedly with pleasure. I'm flowing, I'm spilling over, I'm happy. I feel how the walls of my vagina contract and relax so divinely.

I feel their convulsions, from which it feels so luxuriously inside, how my juices flow under the seat and into the mouth of my obedient slave. It's marvelous. I received happiness and I rest, breathing heavily and looking at the slave with gratitude.

A little while later, I dragged him out of the box even before the intermission into the theater foyer. Taking him by the hand. He walked behind me with his trousers bulging from his erection.

I went into the women's restroom. Quickly sat on the toilet lid. And spread my legs — Lick quickly — I said, feeling another surge of pleasure.

Oh yes, he was without the belt and without underwear. Pffft))).

The slave pressed against my flowing pussy and immediately I experienced a new orgasm. The walls of my vagina contracted sweetly, pushing juices into his face. Oh yesss. I squirted. I felt as if a balloon, inflated and tight, had burst inside me and lust washed over me in a wave so beautiful that I held my breath on the inhale and my stomach and ass were seized by a cramp. Yesss. I shuddered and breathed from happiness deeply and rapidly, as the wave of magnificence passed through me.

It's divine. A heaviness of fatigue washed over me. My ass filled with a heavy, satisfied relaxation. Gratitude and tenderness awoke in me. He is my dear slave. How wonderfully I taught you to deliver unearthly pleasure to me with your tongue. The Mistress is pleased!

I sat up and, pulling his head towards me, gently ran my gloved hand over his cheek. Gratefully kissed him on the lips

The Mistress is pleased! Now call a taxi, we're going home.

Well, and when I finished, I stayed in the restroom to adjust my stockings and dress and powder my nose, while the slave wiped his face of my juices with paper towels and obediently waited in the lobby.

While he was calling a taxi on the phone, we walked side by side in the theater crowd. I hugged him and pressed him to me, squeezing his buttock with one hand. The cloakroom attendant shamefully lowered his eyes when he saw the hard-on in my slave's trousers. Since it wasn't intermission yet and we were waiting for the taxi, the slave brought me some juice. I was thirsty. Of course, the theater was just a pretext. Then we got our coats and he, with his hard-on, and I, on legs trembling from pleasure, left.

Then, when we got home, I made him undress, and I undressed completely naked. We got into a large shower cabin, under the hot water. I fastened his hands to the hooks on the wall of the cabin, and he stood with his hands up and watched me wash.

That's where it all ended, and he went home empty-handed. Well, meaning without jerking off and with swollen balls)))

And then. And then there was another story…