There once was a lovely sweet Mystress kiving in a majestic castle positioned periously close to a sea cliffs edge...the view from her bedroom window able to see for days over the oceans horizon.
The day is young and Mystress stands on her balcony...dressed in her thin red velvet robe...parted slightly teasing all her knights, burshing her hair in the morning sun, watching the knights who drill in the courtyard below.
Each Knight keeping in top shape so that when they are called upon...they can deliver on whatever service ordered with the utmost vigor and determination.
A breeze floats in from the ocean ruffling Mystress's light robe as she takes a dee breath...wondering what to do today.......
Wow, over a year of more wonderfulness!
10 years ago
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At this point Mystress had completly wore Paladin down. He lay
across the padded footstool in Mystress's chambers begging for blog pardons.
Robert picked his fallen comrade up off the crushed purple velvet and carried him to the stables.
"Here we are stud. Sleep it off" robert smiled.
Mystress and those wicked smoke rings She blows are some times to much for
young guns to handle.
Robert breathed in the fresh mountain air. Disgusting he thought. How do people do it? He returned to Mystress's chambers.
3 AM. Late for Mystress but the heat of the day for Robert. Still, he tiptoed acrosss the room and began hanging Mystress smartly styled pant suits in order of there color in accordance with the radio spectrum. Infrared on the left, ultra violet on the right.
God...he hoped she never guessed at Paladin and roberts sublime organizational rationals. The hangers could be chaotic, but the
underlieing pattern of color brought some sort of order to the rack.
Suddenly he heard the tone of his fife. EBEC#D. The hollies roc riff for long cool woman.
"Get out of the closet Robert."
He smiled. Mystress was alive and well still.
He poped out of the closet all smiles.
Mystress, good morn. What be Your pleasure Ma'am? Coffee, tea or Me Ma'am?
he chimed.
Well lets see kajira. Do to Your highly effeicent efforts, I already have
orange juice and champagne on my knightstand so it must be You I crave oh sweet slave." Mystress's voice filled the room like the soft sounds of a purple medow lark.
She rose, Her beautiful form gliding acrosss the room to the hearth. The flames glowe flickering with her voluptious shadows on the rough hewn rock walls.
Just like the first time robert had seen Her temptous charms high on Her balcony perch.
With a snap of Her fingers robert jerked from his Mystress-induced coma and fell to his knees behind Her.
He peeked a look at Her nice ass cheeks.
Still round and firm. Each soft cheek rising slightly as She stretched Her arms
into the air.
He wanted to trace the hills with his tounge...dip his nose into the valley...and
generally kiss Her sweet cheeks all over.
She wiggled Her ass alittle to let him know She knew he was looking.
Red with embarrasment he turned his head down.
How can I, Mystress Swan, a long haired leaping nome, star in Your hollywood movie Ma'am.
She turned and smiled.
Uh oh, robert though.
She stepped right up to robert and had a grasp of his long blonde locks pulling his head back.
His nose suddenly buried in Her soft purple fur.
His cheeks suddenly kissed by Her soft thighs.
"Think its time for a trim Kajira?" Mystress spoke with a smile.
Take Your time luv and make a thorough accounting.
Well robert is no fool now. He knows when to seize the moment and keep his mouth shut. Well, not allll the way shut. Just silent. Well, not allll the way silent just....
Ok....robert knows little about playing it safe.
In the back of his head a little voice screams...GO FOR IT.
But he waits...the intoxicating scent of Mystress's perfume filling his senses.
But he knows a impatient Mystress is not a happy Mystress...
His tounge begans to delve into the depths of Her magnicifent womanhood. Her
necture opium to his senses.
His hands sweep up Her soft legs to that tender spot behind Her knees....
Gently his fingers play Her tender flesh, and gently her muscles relax resting more of her delicious form against his lips...
His tounge trained well in the court yards below, his lance rises to salute to the Queens flag...Long may She waive...
As Her legs began to quiver, his hands rush up to grasp Her Royal ass, filling his palms with glee.
Her grip more relaxed now but still resting against the back of his head...Her
pulsating body flowing with the flickering flames, Her knights tounge lashing out are Her joy button as his lips kissed the velvety ribbons of Her lips...
She quickly grasped his mame and pulled his head back....
"Oh Robert," She purred..."You know what that does to Your Queen."
She pointed to the ottoman.
"Buns up for Your reward knight," She giggled.
Robert assumed the position and once again was rewarded for his effort as Mystress's muff muffled his mouth once again.
Her silken robe She dropped as Her sceptor turned to leather.
Her crop teased his bare buns as his muffled plea's went nowhere....
"Thank-You Mystress, May I have another...."
Great comment Robert....a lovely addition for sure.
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