I'm with every family member I've ever had. We're at a fancy hotel in AZ. I am enjoying myself and hanging out,
getting into the arcades and what nots. Every floor is like a huge mall. Its mad. They have little wooden
statues in the grounds that will fight to the death unless you feed it water. They crumble to ash as they die
and you have to rush to get them to water.
Anyways, I was exploring a floor above mine that seemed a tad fancier. It had more games in the arcade, more
expensive stores.I walked into what I thought was another store. It was a massive room that had a rainforest
behind glass on one side of the room. I failed to notice I was being watched and went to use the bathroom.
An older gentlemen tried to cut my hair and in my rage I got mad and left.
Once outside the door I realized he was a famous hair designer. I knocked on the door and asked if I could
apologize.
Talking to him, we hit it off. He was kind and caring. We played card games together and watched the little
wooden men fight together. I noticed the rest of the family around me was cruel, mean to each other and
outsiders.
I drove my car around with Southly, looking for a place to chill. Eventually on the freeway, some kids hopped
up from tagging something, hoisting themselves up a bridge and asked if they could be let in. Yep.
They tell me they want to get to "Street" but don't tell me where street is and get more and more mad at me
as I try to ask them or look for a place called "Street". They were dressed like common street thugs.
We stop and they get out, pissed. They call me a loser and leave. I figure out, with Southly's aid, how to get
back to the hotel and go inside. We chill at an arcade for a while before my dad tells me we need to talk.
I hop in his car and we drive on the freeway. He talks of having me over in a month to chill when suddenly
a car stops in front of us. It gets smashed aside by a Cadalack convertible and a cop car shows up behind us.
The thugs from earlier were in the car and they all bolt. My dad steps out of the car and out jumps Old Dirty
Bastard.
The cops get out with their guns drawn, "ODB" shouts "You're on the STREETS!" and shoots at a cop before
and putting a round through my dad's ribs.
Its just a flesh wound and we get to a "Dr.s Here" spot in the hotel. He starts getting treated and I go up to
our floor. Every family member is gathered in a huge heard of tables to eat a massive fieast. On the other
side of the room is the Hair Dresser's family, very big. I go over and talk to him a bit about what happened.
He seems genuinely concerned about my father. I go and tell the rest of my family before hanging out in the
arcade for a bit. A girl comes over and starts talking to me. She's pretty with dark tan skin, small waist and
noticeably perky breasts. I talk to her for a bit before going to go get a beer. One of the other family members
walks over and spills his cup of water on me. I tell him I know that was no accident and that I know he doesn't
like me. He just grins at me.
I sit at our table and chill and eat with family. We start a huge toast of beer to family and to dad to get better.
Everyone from both families get up and start to mingle. All those in the other family are nice to mine but vicious
twords me. I find the hairdresser and ask why. He tells me they are curse. There's a flash of light and I'm surrounded
by them in terrible acts of debauchery, incest. Its a massive orgy but I know not where my family is.
I run to my room, slam the door closed, sigh in relife and turn. There's the hairdress who slowly grows black and
taller. He grows two massive rams horns and spines all down his face. His form warps into that of a beastly black
dragon. He tells me the rest of the family hates me because he's marked me as his own and holds up the old
hair-clipping and I awake with a start...

WTF did I dream?

*Note: I wrote this months ago. I draw, don't write, so please forgive any punctuation or spelling mistakes. And, well...the writing style if it blows as I have no clue.*

I remember, I met him when I was eight. Father had bought a new batch of servents, maids, cooks and various others to
help manage the castle. One stood out in my mind. A young argonian had been bought. Feminine in every way, this
argonian became my asigned maid.

I had allways been the odd child in a family of strange people. The fifth child to a merchantlord, I had always been
left to my own devices. The east wing of the massive manor we inhabited was no longer being used so I moved my room
to that side of this small palace. As the argonian was my assigned maid, it was put in the servents' quarter down the
hall. Those were some of the best years of my life. Exploring the east wing and immersing myself in books from the
library I found. Though, some were in odd scripts I couldn't decifer, scripts that hurt the eyes.

The servent I had wasn't really serving me in those years. It was too busy learning its trade from the headmaid. It
wasn't until I was 13 that I was told it was ready to serve me full time. By that point, the family was already
forgetting about me. They were having dinners without me, attending balls and hunting trips without me. Though in
many ways, it was my fault. I'd always been something of a loner. And suddenly, I had a servent? I was baffaled.
For weeks, I'd give my maid weird orders, move this, do that almost tormenting it.

Slowly I grew accustomed to sitting in the study, lost in a book only for it to walk in and hand me a meal or tea. I
never really talked to it, until one day, I tried to call it and realized, I didn't know its name. Finally I saw it,
on its hands and knees scrubbing a floor. I ordered it to stand up and accompany me outside. We spent some time
walking the gardens in silence. I remember it was an overcast day, but there was no wind or rain when we walked.
Finally I broke the silence. I asked my servent its name and watched as it awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, eyes
on the ground before quietly answering "Lifts-His-Tail." In my shock I asked him why he was a maid. He was a eunic
from another land and had been sold into slavery before ariving here.

As we walked back into the house, the wind was picking up, I caught myself staring at him. The grace in every step,
the narrow sholders and already wide hips, the small arms thin leith body. His scales were dark, almost black except
at the bottom of his jaw and down his neck where they were considerably lighter. I still couldn't believe that this
shaply creature infront of me was actually a man, but simply shrugged and said no more until we got to the door into
the house. I told him that since we were the only two on this side of the manor, he could do what he deemed nessicary
to keep it clean. He was alowed breaks but must come when I call. He could inhabit a larger room than the quarters he
was currently in and was allowed to use the study and didn't have to bathe in a tub out back, he could use my
washroom.

Over time, as the months went by, we grew closer. We found ourselves eating meals at the same table, talking whenever
we had the chance, swapping jokes and storys. Eventually I found myself more and more in the study with him. He was
bearly literate so he'd ask me to read to him. Many a night, I would silently close the book, leave only to return with a
blanket to drape over his form as he quietly slept in his chair. And each morning, I'd wake up to a small vial on my
nightstand next to my bed and a note from him, saying it was a good morning treat.

These vials always intrigued me. I never quite knew what they were or where he got them, but I adored them. They had
a strange scent, heady almost musky, but a sweet sticky taste. It was a clear fluid and there was never too much in
the vial but whenever I got one, I drank it up, licking my lips at the taste. I would leave the vial where I found it
and when I returned to my room, without exception, it would be gone.
At first, I'd only get one every few months but slowly, as a few years go by, I'd get one, onces a month, week,
eventually one a day.

One day, I caught myself slowling down as I walked down the hall, slowing down to watch him scrub a wall. I realized
I was trying to catch a glimps under that skirt and, embarassed, I hurried off with out saying a word. The next day,
as I passed by I noticed that he'd had the skirt shortened. Flushed, I hurried on by. More than once, I'd notice him
staring as we passed or eating together. But at the same time, we'd spend more time walking the grounds, talking
about life and getting philisophical. Slowly I found myself longing to hold him.

But those thoughts, I tried to put in the back of my mind. But in my study, I was having a hard time reading. My mind
would always wander from the story to him, his form, the funny little song he hummed to himself as he worked. I found
my mind wandering to him whenever I was idle. Wondering what he looked like under that outfit he wore. Little tricks
I could play on him, ways to tease him. I closed the book with a sigh and called his name.

I watched as the door opened and his head looked. Yes master? he answered. I noticed he looked flustered. Why are
hiding behind that door I inquired. He answered that he had no reason, so I ordered him to enter. He hesitated a
moment before stepping through. Supressing a ghasp, I watched as he walked forward, hands between his legs. I ordered
his hands at his sides, watching as he pitched a massive though not quite complete tent. We both turned away from
each other and stared off in space in scilence. I dismissed him and spent another hour just thinking.

The next day I awoke to another vial of delicious. But this time, it was more full than usual. I smiled and drank it
slowly, swirling it around in my mouth, savoring the taste. I decided to ride to the town this day, get away from
this house and from Lifts-His-Tail. I was confused, I needed time to think. Grabbing a horse from the stable, I rode
off into the morning. The clopclop of the horse's trot helped calm me and clear my mind. I had a fun day, wandering
the markets. I decided to get someting for Lifts-His-Tail and wandered into a little trinket store.

After looking around for a bit I settled on a little jade figure and a weird ring. When I picked it up it grew to an
odd size, too large for my fingers. I couldn't figure it out so I decided to give it to Lifts to see if he could.
Placing the trinkets on the counter, the store owner took one look at the ring and laughed before giving me a price.
Puzzled, I grabbed the items and asked what was so funny but she just laughed so I left. Riding my horse home, I
pondered the ring and her laugh the whole way home.

Walking to my study, I happened apon Lifts. I called his name then gave him a hug, catching him off guard. I handed
him the jade figure. He inspected it and thanked me profusely. Next I handed him the ring. We both watched as I
placed it in his palm and the ring grew to bigger size, almost an inch and a half wide. I told him I didn't know what
it does so I'd give it to him to ponder. He inspected it for a few moments, a wicked grin on his face, before
pocketing it and giving me another hug. That night while leaving my study for bed, as I passed his room I could hear
a slight buzzing noise and moans. I stopped for a moment to listen before continuing on to my room.

I awoke with a start. Sitting up in bed I heard my door close. Nervous, I inspected the room and found the vial. This
time the vial was actually full. Amazed, I gulped it down before noticing the note.
"Thank you master for the ring" it said simply. Pondering the note for a few moments, there was a knock on my door.
I bid them to come in and in steps lifts. He simply smiles at me and places another vial on the endtable before giving
a courtsy and leaving, closing the door on the way out. The whole time I could swear I heard a slight buzzing. But
I cared not, my delicious treat was here again for me! I gulped that vial down, wanting more before getting dressed.

Walking out into the hallway, I spotted him cleaning a window. On his tiptoes, cleaning the top of the window his
tail was raised. I stopped, admiring the view he was offering of his plump full rump, enticing and round. I watched
for a few moments before he plopped back down on his feet, his rear jiggling pleasently then turned. Our eyes met and
I hurried past, blushing. I sat in my study in scilence, pondering the hungry look he gave me when he caught
me apprasing his form. That night, as I walked back to my room I could hear the buzzing and moans again. Putting my
ear to the door, my heart was racing, as I tried to listen in on what he was doing. Hearing him cry out, my heart
skipped a beat and I ran off to my room.

He had cried out my name.

Haggard and tired, I had not slept well that night. Dreams of him, thoughts of him danced through my mind. Waking up
in the morning, I instinctivly reached twords the endtable for my daily treat only for my hand to find air.
Disappointed, I rised to dress when I was inturrupted by a knock on my door. I bid him enter and watched as the door
opened slowly and he stepped in. I pulled up my pants as he approched, eyes dancing across my form. Handing me a vial
he told me he wanted to personally deliver my treat from now on. I told him that was fine then watched as he slowly
walked back out, hips swaying enchantingly. As he walked away, his tail slowly raised up and all I could do was stare
as each step made his rear bounce and jiggle.

He reached the door and held it open as he stepped through but stopped half way. He turned his head twords me,licking
his lips, flashing me another quick apprasial that sent a shiver up my spine before stepping through and closing my
door. I shuddered, finding myself horrible arroused, and finished dressing. I drank my treat slowly and decided to
get away.

Visiting the town, I found myself at the same trinket store as before but this time the lady was talkitive. She was
asking if I was enjoying the ring and, upon telling her I found no use for it so I gave it to my servent, she
presented me a stone. It was cylindrical with smooth sides and round edges and upon grabbing it, changed shape. Odd
ridges and bumps appeared on it and one of the ends flared out. Paying her for it, I left with my new piece of
useless. The whole way home I thought about Lifts and if he could find a use for it.

He was in my study, dusting the bookcases, again on his tiptoes, again offering an enticing view. Slowly approching,
I found my eyes couldn't leave his form. I tapped him on the shoulder and he yelped in suprise before turning around
and giving me a tight hug. He hadn't seen me for the rest of the day and was worried sick about me. Smiling I told
him all was well before presenting the new trinket for him. Handing him the cylinder, it had lost its shape on the
journy home, I told him I was hoping he could find a use for it. He grabbed it and we both watched as it again its
shape slowly changed, a different series of shapes and bumps and ridges appearing then when I had held it. He stared
at it for sometime before excusing himself and leaving me to my thoughts.

The next morning when I awoke, there were two vials of my treat and I gulped them down excitedly. I sprang up out of
bed and hurridly got dressed. Sadly though, there was no sign of him in the hallway or the study. His door was closed
and I approched casously. This time however, the sounds were different. Moans filled the air along with a wet
slapping noise. Heart beating, I threw cation to the wind and knocked on his door, asking if he was alright. Hearing
a sudden rustle and shuffling noises, I reached for the door knob right as it turned and he opened the door. The
first thing to hit me was the scent, strong musky, it had my head spinning, followed closely by the sight of him. He
was seemingly wet from head to toe, a strange fluid was running down his legs. He had on hand to his front, holding
his skirt down, ghasping for breath, knees shaking.

Master! he cried in excitment. Lunging forward he held me in a tight embrace before leaning back to talk to me, his
hands still on my sides. Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I asked him what was going on in there. He chuckled
and told me he was making more of my treat. For a breaf moment, he swayed and I felt something brush against my leg.
Beginning to speak again I was inturrupted when he asked if I had enjoyed having more of my treat this morning.
Without thinking I smiled and told him that the extra was wonderful. He coo'd softly and gave me another tight hug.
His scent was flustering, his body so warm and slick. My head was spinning. Leaning against the door frame, he asked
me what I wanted for breakfast and if I had any orders for him. I told him he needed a bath.

A few hours later I returned to my room but stopped at the door. Looking across the hall, I noticed the washroom door
was slightly ajar. Creeping up to it I risked a glance in. He was untieing the ribbion at the back of his uniform and
I watched with some pleasure as his skirt fell down his legs. I watched in excitement as he bent over to start
undoing his stockings slowly sliding them down his legs. But his legs weren't what I was watching as his rump had
again caught my attention. I watched it wiggle with each of his leg movements before noticing something else.
Between and behind his legs hung his member like a tail. It ran almost half way down his thighs and was thick. A line
of small fleshy bumps ran from its base to its foreskin.

I turned to leave but one of my hands knocked the door. Master? he called out. Sighing, I slowly opened the door and
quickly looked away. Y-you left the door open and I was just about to close it for you. He smiled and told me that he
left it open for a reason. Inquiring about that reason was, he dodged the question and asked me if I'd care to join
him. I ghasped and looked at him. My heart stopped. He was a thing of femine bueaty. His narrow shoulders held up
a very small pair of breasts each crowned with a puffy bright red nipple. His body flowed downward to a pair of wide
hips. His hands were still covering up his front.

Watching as he took a step twords me, his body bouning in all the right places, I took a deep breath and told him
hesitatnly that I would join him. I turned around and began undressing. Glancing behind me, I saw as he was stepping
into the bedsized bathtub that he was watching me quite a bit of satisfaction. I turned back around and finished,
wondering what I had gotten myself into. I entered the tub and we sat at opposet ends awkwardly quiet. Squirming
awkwardly I glanced around the room, every time my eyes moved to him he sat in place, watching me with a wicked grin
across his face. Then I would go back to glancing around the room.

Breaking the silence he asked if I could wash his back. I could only mutter as he slowly drifted to my half of the
tub and sat down next to me and handing me a vial of a gritty fluid. He told me he uses this to wash and keep his
scales smooth. Spreading the soap on my plams, he turned his back twords me and hummed softly. Slowly, nervously
I reached forward and placed my hands on his shoulderblades and began to rub the soap into them. He shifted slightly
and I could feel the muscles in his back as I slowly worked my way down. My pace quickend as I scrubbed his back down
until my hands were at the small of his back, slowly spreading out twords his hips.

Shaking, I muttered something and was inturrupted. Yes, he said invitingly, I could clean the rest of him. Then he
slid back, pressing his back into my body. He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to and placing them on his chest.
Slowly I ran my hands over his chest, rubbing in the soap. My nervousness giving way to excitment, my hands began to
drift all over his form from his belly to his breasts, which I gave a quick squeeze, and back down to his hips which
I pinched. He was squirming at the attention, more and more firmly holding his warm soft enchanting body against mine.
He was coo'ing softly as I finished and he swam to the other side of the bath.

He grabbed a brush and proceeded to scrub down his legs while I washed myself, my mind stuck on the sensation my
hands had just enjoyed. Finishing up, I stood up and stepped out to grab a towel. Without saying a word, I dried
myself off and walked off to my room, stopping to glance back at him. Lifts was staring at me with longing eyes and
for the first time, I returned his stare with a smile.

In bed, looking at a book, my mind was back in the bath. The feeling of his body, the warmpth and softness. The
feeling of his muscles under his scales. I sighed in regret, that I was too nurvous to wrap my legs around him, to
take that caress to the next level. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughs. Come in, I said, watching the
door slowly open. Master? he called softly. Yes? I anwsered as he walks in. I smile at the sight of his body covered
only by a flimsy veil. Come, sit with me, I say. Watching as he walks, I slowly become inchanted by the way his body
moves with each step. He stops next to the bed and makes a show of sitting down, giving me an arousing view of his
backside.

Now then, what is it tonight Lifts-His-Tail? Slow to respond, I can hear the nervousness in his voice as he softly
tells me that he wants to sleep with me tonight. I smile and reach forward and pull him on his back, hugging him
tight. I pull out the lip of the covers and motion twords it. He slowly crawls in, wiggling before I drop the
blankets on us both. Proping myself up on my arm, I lie on my side and watch as he shifts and turns twords me. Ohh
thank you master, lately I've been getting cold at night and- Cutting him off I run a finger down his nose to his
lips. Smiling warmly, I grab his arm and pull him towrds me, hugging him and holding him tight.

He moans softly and wraps himself around me. Slowly rubbing his hips, I hold him as I roll us onto my back. Laying
atop me he leans forward and tentivly licks my nose. Stopping for a moment, I blush hard and his face turns to one
of nervousness as he lookes down at me. Staring at him I close my eyes, place my hand on the back of his head and
kiss him deeply. Suprised, he flinches for a moment before moaning, his tounge slowly wrapping around mine. We hold
this embrace seemingly forever, our tongues dancing in a moment of heaven.

He slowly resinds with a deep smile, a single strand of saliva between our lips. Holding him against me, I run my
my hands over his form, slowly feeling his body. I lick his chin and tell him that only time will tell. My mind is
racing. So warm so soft so pleasent. And I don't know what to do from here which scares me because I suddenly realize
I never want him to leave. Slowly a plan starts brewing in my mind.

Slowly letting him go, I slide him off me and roll on my side my back to him. Good night pet I find myself saying.
Pet? Where did that come from? Why pet- my thoughts are inttrupted as he slides against me, holds his body against
mine. He rests his snout on my neck and softly wiggles. Arousal floods through me as he holds his hips against my
rump and I groan softly as his member slowly slides against my rump. I try to keep my breathing steady and fall
asleep. Wanting nothing more than to have some fun with him, I know that if I never want to lose him, I need to wait.

Slowly I drift into a pleasent sleep, held by my newfound love, dreams of pleasure with him.

Waking up in the morning, he's nowhere in sight, but on my end table are a 3 vials of my treat. Drinking them up, I
dress and proceed out of my room and into the hall. Still he's nowhere in sight so I proceed to my study to draw up
my plans. He will be mine. Never to leave or belong to anyone else. But how? Maybe I should have him teach me how to
make my treat too, while I'm at it I think with a soft chuckle.

A few hours later, I hear a knock on the door to the study. I admit him in and he walks in with a strut, a plate of
food in his hand. Watching with quite a bit of pleasure at the way his body moves when he walks, I motion for him to
place the food on the studydesk next to my seat. He does and as he turns to walk back out, I reach up and grab one of
the strands of the ribbon on his back. As he walks forward it undoes until at last his skirt falls off and he yelps
in suprise. Up in a flash, I bolt across the room before he can react, reaching him and throwing my arms around him.
Squirming, he ghasps in suprise as my hands slide up his stomach to his chest.

Hands on his breasts, I slowly lead him backwards to my chair. He moans and wiggles as I lead him on, his tail
wrapping around my leg. Reaching the seat, I plop down in it and pull him with me onto my lap. His rump is warm
against my body and his wiggling is teasing me in all the right places. A quick squeeze of his breasts, he ghasps and
I start swirling my fingers on them. I lick the back of his neck and softly pinch his nipples, pulling on them
gently. Body going limp against mine, he calls out loudly, a moan of master.

Beginning to twirl his nipples between my fingers and thumbs, I lick his neck again and whisper in his earslit. Yes,
I am your master, I reassure him, and you are my pet. You will always be mine, there will be no escape, but you will
not want to, I promise him. Another soft yank and I pose a question. The trinkets I gave you...what do they do? He
groans loudly and asks me if I enjoyed my treat. I stop teasing him for a moment and tell him yes. I ask, what does
my treat have to do with the trinkets and continue tweaking his nipples. Peeking over his sholder, I notice his cock
twitch but seeming can't get fully hard. Telling myself to remember that for later, I ask him again, what do the
trinkets have to do with my treats.

I twist them harder this time and finally he relents. The ring, he groans out, the ring is a magic cock ring and it
vibrates. The stone takes the shape of, he ghasps as I flick his nipples, the most pleasurable thing you could have
in you. What do these toys have to do with my treats I demand again. Slowly swaying on my lap against my body, he
wimpers out. Have you forgotten master? he begs. Forgotten what I inquire, to which he replies, that I'm a Eunich.
The teasing stops and I hold him tight. Does that mean, I begin, before he starts speaking, ghasping for breath.
Master's treat, he moans, have been my fluids when I cum.

This I had not expected. Not in the least. Now I definately couldn't ever let him leave. If I did I'd lose my
favorite flavor. I couldn't lose him, not now not ever.

Resting my chin on his shoulder, I look down at the member sitting between his legs, crossed at the knees. I slide a
hand down his chest, down his stomach, down to the base. Swirling a finger just above the base, I tell him that if
this is were my treats come from, I definately could never let him go. Slowly, I slide my finger from his base, down
to his tip, again noticing that he isn't fully hard. Pressing against his head softly, I pull back on his foreskin,
peeling it a bit off his tip. He moans loudly, shuddering at the feeling.

Laughing softly I ask if he can get hard; he tells me he cannot. I ask if he's not sensitive, slowly wrapping my
thumb around to the bottem of his shaft. He shivers and cries out in pleasure as I peel it back. Heh, I giggle, you
must be extreamly sensive. He softly nods, tongue lolling out of his mouth as I begin rubbing his head between
my finger and thumb. A dribble of fluid and his head is suddenly slick. I remove my hand and bring it up to my mouth.
I lick my fingers clean with a moan. That was definataly the flavor I love so much. From now on, I whisper, you'll
never leave my side. Pleasure runs through me as I feel him shudder at the thought.

Slowly, I feel him rubbing his fleshy rump against my lap and I suddenly realize how aroused I am. Running my hands
over his body one final time, I stand, pushing my growing member into his rear. He yelps at the sudden pressure on
his tailhole and stands with me. I start walking forward, my body against his, my member pushing at his backside,
the hands on his breasts guiding him forward. Groaning, he walks forward, his master leading him to the door of the
study. We stop infront of it and I order him to open it, prompting him with another twist of his nipples. Moaning,
he turns the knob, pulls the door open and we step into the hallway.

Standing in the hallway for a moment, I lick the back of his neck and tweak his nipples. Mast-ahhh he blurts out.
Thrusting my hips into his end, I pull forward on his nipples and he starts to walk twords the door to my room.
Leading him on we reach the door; I ask if he now knows what to do. He does and opens the door. All I can do is
fill with pride! So easily trained, he'll never leave. He shouts in suprise and pleasure as I tweak his nipple again
anyways and a quick thrust of my hips against him and he begins to walk in the room.

On the otherside of the door, we stop. Quickly, my hands slide down from his chest, caressing his body, fingers
dancing over his stomach. I stop in suprise, I'd tried to catch myself but I had already moaned out. How warm he was,
how soft, how much I just want to feel his body. We stand in silence for a moment, my heart racing, his body swaying
and he was panting. Regaining my composure, my hands slide down his stomach to his hips. Squeezing them and walking
twords my bed, I lead him with pinches and soft thrusts.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I slide my arms around him in a tight embrace, bed watching on in silence. Body
against his, my hands on his form. Yes, this is where you belong, I coo. In my arms, in my bed. He draws a deep
before I continue. You are mine and you always will be. How does that sound my pet, I ask and enjoy the feeling of
his shivering body against mine. So wonderful, his body, so perfect I find myself thinking. Relishing the thought, I
run my hands down his body again, ohh I could never get enough of that sensation, placing them on his rump. He calls
out my name and softly sways in anticipation.

Squeezing his rump, I step back and push. Yelping out in suprise, he falls onto the bed, his body bouncing on the bed
softly. A mass of warm pefection and sheets, I watch with satisfaction as he looks back at me, his round plump rump
in the air. I tell him to hold that wonderful view, sliding my shirt up off my body and over my head. Tossing it to
the floor and sliding onto the bed, I run my hands up his thighs. On my knees behind him, I rest my hands on his
rear, squeezing it, rubbing it. He moans as I squeeze his cheeks and spread them wide.

The sound of the spank fills the air, followed quickly by a ghasp. My hands on his hips, I slowly slide my body atop
his, licking his spine down the way. With a squeeze, my hands start running up his leithe form, slowing to enjoy
every curve, every muscle, his shape so wonderful and warm. They slide up, over his breasts, before I wrap my arms
around him just under his arms and lick the back of his neck, gaining strength from his shudder.

Master, he moans and I coo in his ear. Yes my pet? My hips against his rump, I softly thrust forward, the bludge in
my pants rubbing him. His back arches and another soft moan escapes his lips; he asks if I would like more of my
treat. I stop completely, in my arousal I had forgotten completely about my delicious treats. Inturrupting my
thinkng, he quietly whispers that I could get my treat "fresh." I lick my lips at the thought and slowly slide back
off his body, hands feeling up his form as I do.