Any dominant woman who puts herself online will get her share of figurative ass kissing. As a professional I invite it, and thus get even more of it. This vast experience with online messages leads to a sort of radar; you get a sense for which guys will actually show up for in-the-flesh meetings, which are cyber-fantasists, which are form letters sent to every new domme they come across, etc. Fortunately I like figurative ass kissing so the messages from online wankers looking for someone to chat-sturbate with don't bother me the way they seem to bother some dommes.
(I confess I get sincere pleasure in referring the chatsturbators to my online smut though - one of the benefits of being a pro, IMO!)
Anyway, I get quite a lot of figurative ass-kissing. And every once in a while I get something special. The following letter sent to me by a subguy is one of those rare gems, purely for this phrase:
i had the following daydream (which You inspired in me) – and lay it at Your feet!!
I pull the slim piece of bed sheet – the only thing covering your totally bare skin – off your behind, with my teeth, nose, lips and tongue. Your magnificent nude body, lying there, waiting for pleasure, servile obeisance, adoring flattery, tribute, fawning -- and the honor (and amusement) it gives you to hear my gasping breath and to feel my heart pounding -- makes me dizzy and my knees weak! Is this a form of heaven??!!
As you directed, I lift one of Your feet, kiss the ball of it, and the pads of your toes, and begin to massage it. Then I do the other. I'm gratified to hear your murmurs of pleasure and voluptuous, luxuriant self-indulgence. I do your calves, and my hands quiver a bit, as I tenderly, lovingly, caress your fabulous thighs!
Though not ordered to I can't resist kissing your majestic buttocks all over. I hear you giggle, but I know you're pleased. Then, daring more than perhaps I should, I bury my face between them, my nose right up against your regal anus -- and I take a long, slow lick of your sex. (You tense, and I hear a quick intake of your breath!)
Then, getting back to doing the massage as you commanded, I do your back and shoulders and neck.
You turn over. (Will I have a heart attack from the display, now, of your breasts and sex?) I cup your breasts, gently, and run my tongue over your nipples, flicking them back and forth. You're louder now, no longer subtle about your pleasure and thrilling experiences. I suck them, kiss them, kiss your breasts ALL over, my hands cupping your butt-cheeks and tickling your anus. Finally, you push me down lower -- and set me about the ultimate task/pleasure! (Is it even more a pleasure/thrill/delight/joy for me, than it is for you?)
My buttocks have been lavishly praised many times. My ass has even inspired a song. But never has my anus received such royal treatment.
And naturally it was also the inspiration for a whole slew of smart ass comments from my silly sissy slut, which I will also share with you, dear readers:
So when you goto the bathroom, does that make it a royal flush?
Isnt that what they call Prince Charles's new wife?
I think that was an '80s punk band, "Regal Anus"
I suppose now we know why youve had royally shitty days...
Hope Izzy appreciates sodomizing royalty!
And when you have a hemorrhoids, would that officially be a Royal Pain in the Ass?
Rest assured, tia will pay the penalty for every single one of them. ;-D