Mary's Tongue-Only Cleaning and Foot Reward
Mary knelt there, wiggling her hips ever so slightly. Seeing her full of eager anticipation made my cock harden naturally once again.
She glanced at my now even bigger erection and licked her lips. If I told her to suck it again, she'd probably dive right in without hesitation and give me a refreshing blowjob. But I decided to try something different.
A woman fantasizing about being dominated by someone is one of the oldest sex fantasies out there. Plenty of women even beg to be spat on during sex because it turns them on more. But does that really count as masochism? I always thought masochism was more passive. According to my personal sex philosophy, a true masochist doesn't demand anything—she just accepts. Just like Mary right now, shaking an invisible tail.
But everyone has their limits. There's only so much pride anyone can discard. She might be thinking of this as a kind of play since I've been treating her so gently and cutely. Just how masochistic was Mary, really? I got curious. Time to test it out.
"Mary."
I spread my legs comfortably and sat back on the bed. When I crooked my finger for her to come, she crawled toward me on all fours like she'd been waiting for it. Her stiffly erect nipples jiggled along with her massive tits.
She knelt between my legs again, her eyes sparkling. "Stick out your tongue."
"Y-Yes.... Beeeeh.... Eee?!"
I grabbed her tongue just like that. Startled by the sudden move, she looked up at me in confusion.
"Is that it? You get off just sucking my cock like a pervert by yourself? Once you're done serving, you have to clean up my dirty one too, right?"
"B-Behhh...."
I put on a slightly angry face as I said it, and she looked totally lost, her expression adorable as she wondered how to appease me. As I kept holding it, saliva dripped down her tongue. I pulled my fingers out and crooked them again.
She swallowed the drool and pressed her face back to my cock. When she opened her mouth to swallow it again, I stopped her.
"Mary. What do you think you're doing?"
"Y-Yes? I was just trying to clean Master's cock...."
"Don't you always clean it with just your tongue? Forgot already?"
"Ah...."
I recited the setup roughly, and she seemed to catch on, answering me.
"You're disappointing me over and over. Face."
I flicked my cock with my finger and slapped her face with it a few times. When it smacked down on her forehead repeatedly, her expression went blank for a moment, like she couldn't accept the reality of it. She'd messed up her service and gotten smacked in the face with her master's cock.
The spot turned a faint red. She let out a soft "Ah... aaah..." moan, then her face melted into ecstasy. It was an insanely arousing look.
"S-Sorry.... Master...."
One screw loose, maybe. As she apologized in a gooey voice, I casually told her to be more careful next time and waited for her cleaning.
"Then.... I'll clean Master's cock nice and pretty with my tongue...."
She said it as she stuck her tongue out between her plump lips.
"Mm...."
She stared at my cock, still half-covered by foreskin, and hesitated. To clean inside, she'd have to peel it back, but she couldn't use her mouth. She looked up at me with her tongue out, and I gave her a blank stare in return. Realizing it, she quickly lowered her head and thought hard.
"Mm...."
She rubbed her face around until she finally got it, pressing the tip of her tongue against my cock. As she wedged it under the foreskin, the shape of her tongue bulged out visibly. She kept her mouth wide open in an "ahh" shape, careful not to touch it with her lips. Her tongue wriggled around underneath.
"Mmmph.... Mm.... Heup.... Heeeeh...."
My glans was mixed with her earlier saliva and leftover cum residue. Using only her tongue, she hunted down each sticky bit.
"Heeeup.... Behhh.... Heup...."
She scooped up the weird-tasting scraps one by one, swallowing them with audible gulps. Then she roughed up her tongue as much as possible and shoved it back under the foreskin. Her face as she repeated this was utterly unhinged—no exaggeration. She probably couldn't believe what she was doing. Even as her face flushed bright red, she kept that dopey, melted expression while cleaning my glans.
"Heeeh. Slurp.... Behhh....?"
How much time passed? As she flicked her tongue under the foreskin, she made a puzzled face, like she couldn't taste anything else. She checked around with her tongue, realized it was clean, and reluctantly pulled it out. A long string of saliva trailed from her tongue—super lewd. My cock was rock-hard again, but I calmed my mind to let it soften a bit. This was just cleaning, after all.
"Master.... I finished cleaning your cock.... Um.... Did I do good....?"
She looked up at me with that same dazed expression. She'd been fishing for praise non-stop. Was it her desire to be dominated? Maybe deep down, she'd been parched for this for decades, centuries even.
"Yeah, Mary. That was a really good cleaning—felt amazing."
I leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her forehead. Didn't forget to stroke her hair either.
"Ah.........♥︎"
She rubbed her pretty hair against my palm, craving more warmth.
"Um.... Master's touch feels so good...."
"Heh. Mary, you're so cute. Were you always this adorable? Other guys would be jealous of me."
"Th-That's.... C-Cute.... It's embarrassing.... But Master's so handsome.... And your cock's huge.... The other goddesses will be jealous.... Haaah...."
She answered with a happy face as I petted her.
"Then I guess you deserve a reward?"
"Haaah.... A reward?"
She nuzzled my hand, asking curiously.
"Yeah. Mary, you love it when I touch your pussy with my foot, right?"
"...Ah......."
She shuddered like the thought electrified her.
"...Yesss♥︎ Mary loooves when Master touches her pussy with his foot....♥︎"
"Good girl. Then I'll make you feel good."
"Yesss♥︎"
I planted my feet firmly and stood on the bed again.
"Come on, Mary. Get into your usual position."
"Ah. Yes. L-Like this.......?♥︎"
She lay back right there, spreading her legs in an M shape. Arms tucked by her sides, she looked up at me with a face full of heat. She was incredibly turned on by this perverted setup. I was grateful she was playing along so enthusiastically.
Her pussy lips were already flooded with juices.
"Mary. Already leaking like this? You're such a hopeless pervert goddess. What were you imagining?"
"Haaah.... Actually, I was.... imagining Master fucking me ha-hard...."
"Heh. You think I'd stick it in a pervert slut like you that easily?"
"Y-Yeah.... For a cheap slut like me......♥︎ Mm...."
"But you did good earlier, so here's your usual reward."
I pressed my foot against her pussy. I rubbed the plump, firm lips roughly with my sole.
"Haaaang....! Ah. Ah. Aaaang....! Hn. Hii! Ang. Ah!"
She stared at my foot on her pussy and cried out in pleasure. The masochistic thrill of her twisted situation made her gush even more. Her face was slutty, like she'd chugged an aphrodisiac, her pussy twitching wildly. Schlick, schlick, schlop! Sticky, lewd sounds filled the room.
I felt the slick mound under my foot and teased her clit with my toes.
"Nng hiiiii♥︎ Aaaaaaaaang!!!"
"How's that, Mary? Feel good here?"
"Yesssss.... Th-There....! That spot feels so gooood!!!"
"Tell me exactly where. Then I'll keep going."
Schlick. Schlorp!
"Hiiiing....! Ha! Hn. The... the poking bean thiiiing!!!! Rub the puffy one on toooop....♥︎"
"You mean your clit here?"
I poked her clit with my big toe.
"Haaaang♥︎ Yesssss. There. My cliiiit♥︎"
She panted like a dog, tongue lolling. Eyes closed, she focused every sense on her pussy. Pure bliss. It was making me feel good.
"Haaaah....! Hii! Ang! Ah! Aaang!"
"Mary! Time to finish!"
"Haaaah.... Hn! Hng! P-Pu-Pussy gooood....! Master gooood....♥︎"
I ground roughly against her clit to wrap it up, and she hit her peak.
"Hak....! Haak............! Nngoooh....! Ooh! Hii. Haaaang♥︎!!"
Squirt, squirt!
"~~~~~♥︎♥︎♥︎!!"
She trembled, hips raised, squirting all over. My foot was drenched.
"Haa...! Haa. Hn! Hooo......."
She savored the afterglow with closed eyes.
"Haa.... Haa...."
Her firm tits heaved slowly as she caught her breath. I waited until she calmed, then she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"........."
"........."
In the quiet, we stared at each other. I half-expected her to snap out of it and get embarrassed, but her eyes were pure pink affection, dripping one-sided love. Like a puppy gazing at her beloved owner. Her chest and pussy were wide open, practically begging to be looked at. I was the one feeling burdened by that gaze.
"Mm...."
"Mary.... We still got time?"
"Probably fine since it's quiet? They'd come tell us if we need to hurry...."
The 30 minutes were long past. Mid-tier goddesses might barge in after their meeting, but no point borrowing trouble. What could lowly lower goddesses do anyway? If mid-tiers crashed, my position would be dicey, but she'd warn me if things went south. With 36 down there, someone would.
Anyway, after all that, she was still using polite speech with me. She didn't want to break this dynamic either.
"...You wanna keep calling me Master?"
"Yes♥︎"
No hesitation, just a warm smile. Sigh. This lewd thing. Only regret was I couldn't fuck her pussy yet. Someday, if I got stronger powers or divine energy, I'd deal with Ilisia. This was unfair to the goddesses. I'd make them all happy—that half-baked thought in mind, I rolled around on the bed with Mary.