Part 3 – Champagne Fueled Orgasm
A real life Mistress close to The English Mansion (but who wishes to remain anonymous) is going to let us into her secret exploits with these regular blog entries.
I have already told you how I love having my arse licked, especially now that my tongue slave is so ‘able’ (read Pt 2 Here) but there are many other uses for a personal slave.
Well, yesterday, as I was enjoying a glass of sherry reading my book; my slave busily licking away beneath me, his long tongue buried to the hilt in my arsehole. I instructed my tongue boy to fill his mouth from my antique crystal decanter and then to continue slowly licking my arse slowly letting the fortified wine seep inside me. I let out a sigh of delight as I felt my slave’s hot tongue push inside me.The slave did precisely as he was instructed (as he always does) keeping the sherry inside his mouth it warmed nicely and I barely noticed it as it flowed into my arse. It was only when the slave stopped licking that I realised that it was all inside. Even as I instructed my slave “Again!” I was already feeling the sherry going to my head. An hour of arse licking and about five large mouthfuls of sherry later my head was spinning beautifully and I knew that arse licking would never be the same again.
Such divine decadence, both myself and my slave were becoming rather merry in the process. I was also becoming extremely aroused and each time my slave’s mouth was empty I grabbed him by the hair directing his hard working tongue onto my very wet cunt.
(It should be noted that I am currently keeping him locked in a chastity device, I find it keeps him keener and I love knowing that I control his cock. I wear the silver key on a chain around my neck a constant reminder for him, especially when out in public.)
Anyway, I was just at the point of a marvellous exploding orgasm when my slave announced that we were out of sherry. Furious, I decided to use my slave’s testicles for football practice; a frustrated woman is a dangerous one. They were already red and swollen when a few of his agonised words began to filter through to my incensed brain.
“Champagne” was all I heard. Over and again he repeated the word. “Champagne. Champagne. Champagne.”
I stopped swinging my 6 inch stiletto heels between his legs and glared down at him. Slowly, and in obvious pain, my slave crawled away from me and out of the room. He returned with a magnum of chilled Veuve Cliquot straight from the fridge.
I have to say that my slave struggled. I think the coldness of the Champagne must have tightened up my arsehole because try as he might he just ended up spluttering and coughing as the chilled liquid frothed in his mouth, nose and throat. I was about to lose my patience and use his balls as stress relief once more, when an idea came into my head.
“Fetch the douche”, I told the slave.
Moments later I felt a cold flush of Champagne filling my arse. Waves of chills ran through my body as the slave now began to lick and I felt the pressure build as the liquid frothed and I revelled in the moment I felt it and the contents of my arse pour out and into the slave’s mouth. My poor slave gulped and gulped swallowing everything.
“Again,” I ordered the slave.
By the time the slave had alternately filled me with Champagne and then licked me and drunk the contents of my arse I was wonderfully high on the alcohol that had entered my system. Finally I reached the most sublime orgasm, my slave cleaning up all my wet cum that had squired everywhere. Since then my drink of choice (or should I say, my arse’s choice) must be Veuve Cliquot.
Read Pt 2 Here ~ Read Pt 1 Here
(Please note: Do Not imbibe spirits (or anything more than 20% volume) or large amounts of alcohol in this way, it can be very dangerous, ideally mix wine with water. You will find a very small amount of alcohol will have a very strong effect as the alcohol will reach your blood stream without being filtered by your liver.)
To read the other entires – click on the Category below ‘Dominatrix Diary’.
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