Rising Shards

I was both relieved and even more turned on when Pippi was not only cool with my whole collar idea, but also very into it. I was practically drooling when she clicked the collar around my neck, smiling almost gently.

"So...should I just start?" Pippi asked.

"Mhm...that would be...real nifty," I said.

"And you remember the safe word, right? Just want to make sure you're comfy," Pippi said. She lightly tugged on the leash. "Well, relatively comfy."

I shivered with excitement. "It's lake! But I don't need it right now for sure."

"Good, good," Pippi said. "Now, pet, would you kneel for me?"

I obeyed immediately, kneeling, adoring the sight of looking up at Pippi, her sweet expression, her gorgeous body.

"Good girl," Pippi said, petting my head. "What should I have you do next?"

I'd do pretty much whatever Pippi asked of me, but she had a very cute start to all this, in my opinion. Pippi made me crawl around our hotel room as she led me around. It was degrading in a freeing way. Usually when I ended up in a spot like this, it was degrading in a less fun (but still enjoyable for me) sort of way.

When we were back at the foot of the bed, Pippi ordered me to kneel again.

"Next, be a good pet and take care of me, please?" Pippi asked.

With one hand still on my leash, Pippi used the other to pull her panties down, giving me a glorious sight of her exposed. I inched closer, picturing myself tripping forward, headbutting the bed and knocking myself out. Instead I grabbed onto Pippi's legs, kissing them as I climbed upwards.

Soon I was at her inner thighs, and finally the main attraction of this leg of the journey (not Pippi's legs, which were the start of this leg of the sexual journey). I could feel her heat the closer I got, I wasn't used to someone wanting this from me of all people this badly. It was do or die time. Well, Pippi probably wouldn't hate me if I did a terrible job at sex, but I wanted to make a good first impression.

When I published my first memoir, I had to work up the nerve to finally click the button to upload it to the self publisher's website. I pictured a boardroom of powerful and beautiful CEO ladies who I stood confidently in front of, proclaiming to them that my book would succeed, which made me feel fearless enough to finally jump off that diving board.

Similarly, this time I had to picture something for a second to enter that confident state. I pictured the CEO ladies watching me again, but this time I was on my knees on top of their table with Pippi also standing on the table. It wasn't as good a mental image for motivation, but it made me feel really hot, and before I knew it I was finally tasting Pippi, my tongue dragging across her pussy.

"Ohhh, good, that's real good," Pippi said. "Just like that."

With the praise motivating me, I continued, enjoying Pippi's taste, enjoying every touch of her, and really enjoying it when she was feeling good enough that she leaned back, climbing onto the bed and beckoning me to join her here. With her lying down, it seemed like every touch from me to her was even more pleasurable. I almost felt like I did something wrong when she came.

As Pippi composed herself, I wiped my lips, my mind a bizarre mix of pride in how well this was going and confusion at how well this was going.

"Heh, Darli never went past the first part there..." I said. "And Kitty usually stops before we get to anything fun..."

Pippi blinked, then it looked like she watched me pour scalding hot coffee over myself. 

"Kitty...?"

It took me a second to realize what I'd just said. My initial strategy in response to Pippi's shocked reaction was to flee, so I got up, having to make a split second decision to bail either through the window or the front door.

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