Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me CleanI've ..

Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me Clean

I've spent the last few months training for a half-marathon, and it's been going really well. I've lost some weight, put on some muscle, and turned myself into the tall, fit, spooky domme of my dreams.

I've even made my pet join me. Part of gentle femdom means requiring that you to take care of yourself, after all. It's been going well for her too. Her tummy has gotten so toned, her hips so defined, her thighs perfectly sculpted, and her breasts have never looked so big and perky; my own little bimbo Bunny.

I woke up early on Saturday, as I often do. My pet is definitely not a morning person, so she elected to sleep in. Of course, only after I gave her some gentle loving and positive affirmations, praising her on how good she looks and feels, ASMR-ing some loving dialogue into her ear, and gripping her well-defined hips from behind and thrusting some loving dry humps against her breedable ass. Needless to say, she drifted off to sleep full of love and sub-spacey thoughts.

I decided to go for a jog instead. We had a busy day planned, so I wanted to squeeze in a workout before things got crazy. After a brisk 10k run, I finally arrived back home to see my sweet little Bun nesting on the couch, sleepy and full of need. My first thought was "god, I need a shower". My second thought was "why waste the water?" But, to put my plan into motion, I need to do some coaxing first, get my sleepy girl up and at 'em, ready to serve.

I plopped down next to her (hey, running a 10k is tiring!), letting her run her fingers through my messy dark hair, slick with sweat, and encouraged her to take in my scent, ripe from the workout. She loves my sweat and my stink, so immediately she started nestling closer. All according to plan.

Once she'd had her fill of my scent, her need for me growing, it was time to put my plan into action. She's a mouthy brat, and a chatterbox, so you can imagine all the talk, talk, talking she was doing at the time, but her desire was present. She was awake, alert, and interested. And so, once I got properly fed up with her chatting, I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, drawing her up to look into my eyes and said "is talking all your tongue is good for? Why don't you put it to better use and lick me clean." Her eyes flashed, first in annoyance, but then with hunger, desire.

"Down on the floor please, start with my feet and work up. And make sure to get my toes as well, I know how you love worshipping them."

And so, my now delightfully horny sub set to work, peeling off my soaked socks, servicing my feet and toes, running her tongue along the arches of my feet, licking every drop of sweat off of me. She worked her way up my calves, and while she may be my Bunny, she went to work like a cat trying to clean her kitten, soft and rough, and full of need. Taking off the rest of my clothes, she spent her time running her tongue along my thighs in long motions, getting herself hot and bothered before dipping into my center, the perfect treat half-way through her service. There's nothing she loves more than my core hot, ripe, and sweaty, and I enjoyed myself several times before commanding her "you're not done yet!"

With a whimper of protest, she resumed her task, cleaning every inch of me, so that not a drop of sweat remained. Unfortunately for her, it took much too long, and we had much to do. So, with a pat on the head and a "good girl", I left her hot and bothered, aching to be touched, but not allowed relief, and set about my day. It wasn't until that evening, hours and hours later, that I rewarded her good work. The edging must have done her some good, because she came in buckets.

Such a good bunny, putting her tongue to good use.