Mona Wales: A Desire For Servitude

Get on your knees. A real woman is about to break you down. Mona Wales stares straight at you and tells you exactly how she wants it done. She raises one black heel first. Your tongue follows every line of it, tasting the leather and whatever dust it picked up walking over you. When she slips the shoe off, the heat from her foot hits you. Through the thin stocking she tells you to suck. Sweat clings to the fabric. You pull it into your mouth, drawing it from between her toes until the nylon is soaked and your tongue is sore. Next she lifts her arm, baring the hollow beneath. Your nose goes in first, breathing deep, then your tongue works through the soft blonde hair. Sweat again, sharper this time. She keeps you there until the taste is all over your tongue. She turns, spreads, and offers you the tight ring of muscle. You push inside, fucking her ass with your tongue until she rocks back against your face. When she’s wet enough she slides a cold metal plug in and out, working it until her hole clenches and shines. She pulls it free and shoves it between your lips so you can clean every inch. Finally she drops into the chair, thighs wide. She rubs slow circles over her cunt and tells you how to stroke—speed, grip, when to stop. Her breathing roughens. Your fist matches the rhythm of her fingers until she comes hard, voice breaking, thighs shaking around your head.