Alina called me in the evening, her voice gently laced with anticipation. She had been texting me all day, teasing me with hints of her desires, and now she was here - standing at my doorstep, ready to fulfill hers and mine. We had played this game before; she would visit me unannounced, and I would be at her service, ready to obey any command that she might give.
I opened the door, surprised yet eager to see her. Her strawberry-blonde hair curled playfully around her face as she stepped inside, wearing a tight, black mini-dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her eyes smiled as they met mine, and I couldn't help but feel a stirring between my legs.
"You are such a good little slave," she purred, walking past me and over to my couch. She plopped down on it, her legs crossed demurely at the knee. "I have a surprise for you today."
"Anything for you, mistress," I replied, feeling warmth spread throughout my body at her words.
"Tonight," she began, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I want you to smell my pop-a-corn."
At first, I wasn't sure if I'd heard her right. Pop-a-corn? But the desire in her eyes told me otherwise. This was one of her more unusual requests, but then again, Alina had never been one to conform to societal norms.
I retrieved a large bowl of popcorn from the kitchen and brought it back to her, kneeling down at her feet like a faithful pet. She smiled sweetly as she reached into the bowl and pulled a handful of the steaming, buttery kernels, placing them between her delicate fingers. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward and slowly, seductively trailed the popcorn across my lips.
"Open wide," she commanded, holding out another fistful of popcorn. I obeyed without question, my mouth opening to accept the treat. She fed me more and more until the entire bowl was empty and my stomach was full of her popcorn. But this wasn't about quenching our hunger; it was about indulging our desires.
As we sat there together, the warmth of her body and the taste of her popcorn filling my senses, I couldn't help but wonder how far things would go tonight. Would she let me taste her in return – maybe even give me a chance to pleasure her? Or would she keep me solely as her plaything for her amusement?
The moments passed peacefully, and soon, it was time for Alina to leave. She stood up, stretched lazily, and then turned to look at me one last time. "You've been a very good slave today," she purred, leaning in to give me a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be seeing you soon."
As the door closed behind her, I couldn't help but feel both satisfied and yearning for more. Her scent lingered in the air, a mix of floral shampoo and delicious butter. I leaned back against the couch, feeling the popcorn inside me shift slightly. Yes, Alina was truly something else - a goddess among us mortals - and I was lucky to have her as my mistress.
