Lust is in the Air
Happy Valentines Day! Here’s a very odd yet no less romantic pairing with The Baroness and her favored Handmaiden Lauren. Yes indeed, my friends. Even Penelope Brightwood is capable of gentle romance and tenderness with someone. I decided to go for a lovely PoV shot as female lesbian PoV just isn’t common enough.
Anyway, even if your lover this day is your hand or the max setting on your hitachi magic wand. I think we can all enjoy a good bit of lesbian taco-time between a mistress and her pet, hm?
Credits & Thanks: Rey (Lauren OC Owner)
Lauren would be hard pressed to find someone who’d believe her, but she knew better than most of the rarely seen gentle and romantic side of The Baroness. As her only personal handmaiden, raised from the lowly position of common slave, she had seen much more of that terrifying yet stunning woman than most.
She has shared in her thoughts and exchanged them, even lending some perspective of her own from time to time – albeit with careful footing to her words and much respect. A surprising place to be for one who had attempted to take her would be mistress’s life upon their first encounter.
Yet here she was upon the bed where The Baroness sleeps. Sharing in her lust, comforts and luxuries as she peered up at her beloved mistress between the soft squeeze of her lacey stocking clad thighs. Her lips firmly placed against Penelope’s nethers as she rolled and twirled her tongue in and around her perfect pussy. She was even free to take initiative in how she pleasured her mistress, something not afforded her common slaves who were only to do as they were told.
Lauren’s palms would climb higher to gently fondle and squeeze at Penelope’s breasts and tease at her nipples. It was exhilarating to say the least. To see those luminous emerald eyes look down at her as she did things nobody else could. She imagined it must be what stroking the fur of a wild lioness must be like. Ever fearful that the next stroke could be the one where the beast takes your arm.
Yet even though she was doing these things, she was ever aware of the invisible leash between them that Penelope held. She had more freedom as her mistress’s favorite, but it was never in question who was in control between them.
Lauren’s tongue and lips found their way to the very thighs of her mistress too. Showering them with kisses and worship as those wonderful warm mounds enveloped her face, squishing her cheeks between the vice of that six and half foot beautiful woman. If they decided to close fully and choke the life from her, that was an end Lauren could take pride in.
She felt the hand of her mistress settle upon her head, a gentle stroke at first. If Lauren was a kitten she’d be purring loudly and shamelessly from the touch. She felt the palm push her head downward, her tongue dragging from Penelope’s nethers until it lapped against her smooth asshole. She dare not venture there without permission, even though she knew Penelope was fond of it. Yet with the guiding palm giving her that permission, Lauren’s tongue lashed and probed at it with the eagerness of a favored meal.
“Look at me.” Her mistress commanded, her eyes opening and darting up to meet those emerald orbs without hesitation. Lauren’s tongue dancing and twirling as their gaze locked. “Good girl.” Her mistress praised, the words swelling over her like a wave of joy.
She had been looking up at this woman ever since her life was in her hands at the end of their first encounter. She knew not if she’d always be in this position of service to this terrifying, evil, beautiful and intoxicating woman.
Yet she knew for a fact that no matter where she went in life, no matter who she shared a bed with or even fell in love with... Penelope, her mistress. She owned a large part of her that she could never get back.
And in moments like these, she knew for certain that she didn’t want it back.
