Tea Time
Making a cup of tea.
This is really carrying on from the Blog . The Visit.
She was crawling around the floor on hands and knees, picking up all the clothes pegs. She was a very nice sight to see in just her stockings and suspenders but best of all was her bottom.
It was pure white and surrounded with her black stockings and suspenders, and right in the centre were two beautiful red hand marks where I had laid my hands on her.
Once that task was completed she then set about preparing to make a cup of tea.
Throughout the world there has through the ages been a Tea Ceremony, well this is mine and hers.
The first problem that I came across with her was that she did not have cups and saucers, and no tea pot, or milk jug.
She was uncouth and used to make it by putting a tea bag into a mug pour the water on, squeeze out the tea bag and add milk and sugar.
Having purchased the items above she now could make the tea properly.
All was prepared the cups and saucers, milk jug, sugar bowl and spoons were on the tray, ready to be carried through to the living room.
The tea pot was on the side by the electric kettle with the tea bag already in it. (Some say the pot should be heated first, I miss that bit out)
Ready to go was the kettle, it was as full as you were safely allowed to fill it with fresh cold water (you will see why in a minute)
she was also ready and had chosen a tawse, a nasty piece of kit but it was her choice.
I was still reading my paper and she came and stood silently in front of me, arms folded behind her back and 12 inches between her heels.
Eventually I looked up from the paper and asked “Is everything ready?
“Yes Master” was her reply
I got up and walked to the kitchen with her following, where I picked up the tawse from the table, struck it across my other palm and gave the command “GO”
As quick as a flash she flew across the kitchen, turned on the kettle and immediately jumped up onto the table and lay on her back with her legs open wide and her legs hanging over the edge.
I then started to steadily hit her with the tawse on her cunt, not too hard, but that thing is a nasty piece of work. I just got into a steady rhythm of raising and lowering it and slightly changing the target area, within her pubic area. This was already quite red from the clothes pegs and clamps earlier.
Over on the work top the kettle was steadily doing its job of heating the water, I was doing my job of heating her cunt.
As the heat in the kettle rose so did the tempo of my blows to her cunt.
The water got hotter, her cunt got hotter my blows became faster.
She was watching the kettle, but we all know that a watched pot never boils, and she was willing that pot to boil.
I was almost breaking into a sweat with the effort of hitting her when at last the kettle had done its job and switched itself off.
This was what she had been waiting for, her cue to call a halt. It came in the form of her shouting out. “Hit me with the big one!”
This was my cue also; I raised my arm way above my head, and brought the tawse crashing down onto her already reddened and sore cunt.
As soon as it landed she let out a howl and jumped off the table, I lept out of the way as she rushed to the kettle.
She picked it up and poured it straight into the waiting tea pot. Poured the correct amount into the pot, put the kettle back on its stand and resumed her position on the table.
(To make a nice pot of tea then you must pour boiling water over the teabags to scald them to bring out the flavour, but then you must leave the tea “to mash” This is why she had now resumed her position on the table)
I pulled up a chair and sat with my face just a few inches away from that glowing cunt, dropped my head and licked and sucked at her like there was no tomorrow. I do like licking cunt.
Eventually I had finished, got up and I allowed her to kiss me, well it was her juices all around my mouth.
She went to get the teapot and place it on the tray I went into the living room and sat down.
She brought in the tray and in a nice civilised manner of me sitting there fully clothed, her sitting opposite with her legs wide open drinking a nice cup of tea.
After the tea it was time for me to go, but before I did I asked one or two questions.
“Out of interest how long have you shaved your armpits?”
“Well Master I started when I was about 13 or 14 years old so about 25 years” and you could see the quizzical look coming over her face of what is he planning now for me?
“Also then, how long have you shaved your pubes?!
“That was from when I was 16 Master, so 22 years”
The look she was giving me was great. What next it said.
“And how often do you shave those areas?”
“About every two or three days, as because I’m dark haired it shows up very quickly” was the reply
“So have you ever let either the armpit or pubic hair grow?”
“Never Master”
“Oh! I’m away for a month and will be back on the 15 May, I’ll be staying the night, so get your act together. Also YOU WILL NOT BETWEEN NOW AND THEN SHAVE BETWEEN YOUR ELBOW OR KNEECAPS! Is that understood?”
“Yes Master” was all she could reply.
I went to the toilet… Kissed her had a feel of both tits, gave her cunt a parting slap and walked out with a quick
“Goodbye see ya later”
This is really carrying on from the Blog . The Visit.
She was crawling around the floor on hands and knees, picking up all the clothes pegs. She was a very nice sight to see in just her stockings and suspenders but best of all was her bottom.
It was pure white and surrounded with her black stockings and suspenders, and right in the centre were two beautiful red hand marks where I had laid my hands on her.
Once that task was completed she then set about preparing to make a cup of tea.
Throughout the world there has through the ages been a Tea Ceremony, well this is mine and hers.
The first problem that I came across with her was that she did not have cups and saucers, and no tea pot, or milk jug.
She was uncouth and used to make it by putting a tea bag into a mug pour the water on, squeeze out the tea bag and add milk and sugar.
Having purchased the items above she now could make the tea properly.
All was prepared the cups and saucers, milk jug, sugar bowl and spoons were on the tray, ready to be carried through to the living room.
The tea pot was on the side by the electric kettle with the tea bag already in it. (Some say the pot should be heated first, I miss that bit out)
Ready to go was the kettle, it was as full as you were safely allowed to fill it with fresh cold water (you will see why in a minute)
she was also ready and had chosen a tawse, a nasty piece of kit but it was her choice.
I was still reading my paper and she came and stood silently in front of me, arms folded behind her back and 12 inches between her heels.
Eventually I looked up from the paper and asked “Is everything ready?
“Yes Master” was her reply
I got up and walked to the kitchen with her following, where I picked up the tawse from the table, struck it across my other palm and gave the command “GO”
As quick as a flash she flew across the kitchen, turned on the kettle and immediately jumped up onto the table and lay on her back with her legs open wide and her legs hanging over the edge.
I then started to steadily hit her with the tawse on her cunt, not too hard, but that thing is a nasty piece of work. I just got into a steady rhythm of raising and lowering it and slightly changing the target area, within her pubic area. This was already quite red from the clothes pegs and clamps earlier.
Over on the work top the kettle was steadily doing its job of heating the water, I was doing my job of heating her cunt.
As the heat in the kettle rose so did the tempo of my blows to her cunt.
The water got hotter, her cunt got hotter my blows became faster.
She was watching the kettle, but we all know that a watched pot never boils, and she was willing that pot to boil.
I was almost breaking into a sweat with the effort of hitting her when at last the kettle had done its job and switched itself off.
This was what she had been waiting for, her cue to call a halt. It came in the form of her shouting out. “Hit me with the big one!”
This was my cue also; I raised my arm way above my head, and brought the tawse crashing down onto her already reddened and sore cunt.
As soon as it landed she let out a howl and jumped off the table, I lept out of the way as she rushed to the kettle.
She picked it up and poured it straight into the waiting tea pot. Poured the correct amount into the pot, put the kettle back on its stand and resumed her position on the table.
(To make a nice pot of tea then you must pour boiling water over the teabags to scald them to bring out the flavour, but then you must leave the tea “to mash” This is why she had now resumed her position on the table)
I pulled up a chair and sat with my face just a few inches away from that glowing cunt, dropped my head and licked and sucked at her like there was no tomorrow. I do like licking cunt.
Eventually I had finished, got up and I allowed her to kiss me, well it was her juices all around my mouth.
She went to get the teapot and place it on the tray I went into the living room and sat down.
She brought in the tray and in a nice civilised manner of me sitting there fully clothed, her sitting opposite with her legs wide open drinking a nice cup of tea.
After the tea it was time for me to go, but before I did I asked one or two questions.
“Out of interest how long have you shaved your armpits?”
“Well Master I started when I was about 13 or 14 years old so about 25 years” and you could see the quizzical look coming over her face of what is he planning now for me?
“Also then, how long have you shaved your pubes?!
“That was from when I was 16 Master, so 22 years”
The look she was giving me was great. What next it said.
“And how often do you shave those areas?”
“About every two or three days, as because I’m dark haired it shows up very quickly” was the reply
“So have you ever let either the armpit or pubic hair grow?”
“Never Master”
“Oh! I’m away for a month and will be back on the 15 May, I’ll be staying the night, so get your act together. Also YOU WILL NOT BETWEEN NOW AND THEN SHAVE BETWEEN YOUR ELBOW OR KNEECAPS! Is that understood?”
“Yes Master” was all she could reply.
I went to the toilet… Kissed her had a feel of both tits, gave her cunt a parting slap and walked out with a quick
“Goodbye see ya later”
10 years ago