LADY SCARLET - SNACK TIME hd
From the moment you open your eyes, you're immediately drawn to the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes wafting through the air. You sit up in bed, feeling a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins. Your slave, ever vigilant, is already at your feet, eagerly awaiting your command.
You stand up, stretching languidly as you make your way to the kitchen. Your slave follows behind you, his eyes fixed on the floor, knowing better than to meet your gaze. As you reach the table, you pick up a plate piled high with fluffy pancakes, still steaming hot from the griddle.
You turn around, smirking as you take in his eager expression. "Well, well, look who's hungry," you tease, your voice dripping with sarcasm. You walk over to him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "You know what they say," you purred, leaning down close to his ear. "Share is care."
You pick up a fork, dipping it into the syrup before scooping up a bite of pancake. Your slave's eyes widen in anticipation as you bring the fork towards his lips. With a flourish, you press it against his mouth, feeling his warm breath on your skin. "Open up," you command, and he obediently opens his mouth.
You slide the fork inside, feeling his tongue dance around the prongs as he tries to capture the morsel. You pull it away just out of reach, savoring the power you hold over him. You repeat this game several times, each time bringing the fork closer to his mouth before snatching it away.
Finally, you decide to let him have a taste. You press the fork against his lips, and he eagerly closes his mouth around it. His tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness of the pancake as you withdraw the fork with a satisfied smirk.
You sit down at the table, taking a bite of your own pancakes as you watch him clean up the spills on the floor. He uses his tongue to lap up every drop of syrup, his movements slow and deliberate. You can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of him so devoted to your every whim.
As you finish your meal, you lean back in your chair, content. Your slave continues to tend to your every need, his adoration for you shining in his eyes. You know that this power dynamic is what keeps you coming back, time and time again. It's not just a fetish; it's a lifestyle.
