Of course the big test is yet to come. So rather than grow impatient I content myself with reveling in the present: the lush fur beneath me, the warm fire, the crisp taste of the bubbly on my tongue, the frantic strokes of Terry’s own tongue as he slavishly cleans me and best of all the sight of him kneeling naked at my feet, bowing down before me to intimately worship my lowliest parts.
This last vision is the most maddeningly arousing of all of course. So when Terry’s efforts finally become only redundant, I place the sole of my free foot on his cheek and gently push him away.
“Enough, boy!” I order. And to my delight he only looks disappointed, and not the least offended by my manner of expression or the dominance implied by the slightly contemptuous use of my foot. Indeed I’m tempte
