I knew we were going to have fun!

From the moment Apprentice Tate crawled into the room in his flimsy ceremonial robe, I knew we were going to have fun. I instructed him to wash me, looking smugly over my shoulder at Master Snow who was being forced to play second fiddle to me on this occasion. Young Tate carried out his business with beautiful precision. His task was to demonstrate servitude by washing my feet, and he did this with a deeply sensuous, seductive touch. The room was utterly silent except for the sound of the boy’ s breathing, which became increasingly labored as his desire for me increased. I undid the tie on his robe and allowed the fabric to slide off his shoulders and drift to the ground. I dropped to the floor and started to suck him. I took his meat to the back of my throat, almost swallowing him whole; he was soon panting in ecstasy. I sat down on the bed expectantly. Apprentice Tate fell obediently to his knees, gently relieving me of my underwear before starting to work his magic.