Good morning, Mindu.
Good morning, Master. I just wanted to tell you that your round of golf yesterday was superb.
My word Mindu, I had no idea.
Yes, Master. The way you reacted to your eight on eight yesterday. It was your only Other of the day and you handled it like a champion.
Wow, Mindu! Thank you. It was, other than that, a pretty consistent round.
Are you kidding, Master? What about that stretch of nine through fifteen when you hit six out of seven greens in regulation?
But no birdies, alas!
Oh, birdies shmerdies, Master.
I can see you've been around Linsa, Mindu.
Yes, Master, I adore Mistress.
Yes, Mindu, so do I.
I see you're wearing your corset, Mindu.
Yes, Master.
And nothing else.
Would you rather I wore a crotch duster, Master?
Not at all, Mindu. Nothing beats bare pussy.
I like bare pussy, Master.
I could sit around all day looking at bare pussy, Mindu.
And jacking off, Master?
That too, Mindu.
And fucking me?
Well, it's kind of hard it look at it while I'm fucking you, Mindu --
I have an idea, Master. You could commission a huge portrait of my pussy and hang it up and look at it while you're fucking me.
That's a good idea, Mindu.
Who would the artist be, Master?
I don't know Mindu. Who would you like to paint your pussy?
Not Picasso, Master.
No, no, not Picasso.
How about Georgia O'Keefe?
Georgia O'Keefe! Yes, Master. I want Georgia O'Keefe to paint my pussy.
Like a big six foot by four foot painting of your pussy by Georgia O'Keefe, Mindu, oil on canvas.
Omigod, Master! Oil on canvas.
She's dead, Mindu.
So? I want oil on canvas, Master.
(Mindu trains the laser beams of her purple eyed stare on Jim.)
Sigh.
Ha ha, Master! It doesn't have to be Georgia O'Keefe. You can get Milika Favre instead.
(Jim contemplates Mindu's pussy.)
We should have Linsa's done too while we're at it, don't you think, Mindu?
Omigod, Master! A Milika Favre of Mistress' pussy! And one of Mistress' asshole too, Master. I would probably come in my corset every time I looked at it.
Me too, Mindu.
You can come in my corset, Master.
I doubt if it would fit me, Mindu.
Corsets are totally adjustable, Master.
I don't think my beer belly would look that good.
Yes, it would, Master. Then you can jack off and cum on my corset.
And what would you be doing, Mindu?
I'd be making French toast, Master.
I don't give a fuck about French toast, Mindu. What would you be wearing?
Nothing at all, Master.
So I'm jacking off in your corset and you're standing nude at the stove making French toast, Mindu?
Unless you don't give a fuck about the French toast, Master.
Hmm.
(Jim abandons himself to a protracted meditation on Mindu's pussy.)
Come here, my sweet.
(Mindu comes here.)
I don't give a fuck about the French toast, Mindu.
(Mindu caresses Master's balls and gives his dick a lick.)
Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.
(Jim loosens the front of Mindu's corset and takes in the revelation of her spicy titties. Mindu sucks master's dick. Master strokes Mindu's titties.)
It's raining, Master.
It's what they call heavy mist, Mindu.
Suck, suck, slurp, slurp.
No early bird. Moorrrmpp lormph. This morning. Smack. Slurp. Suck. Master.
No, we just aren't going to make it in time this morning, Mindu.
Too much. Splorp. Smurge. Smarp. Suck. Traffic this morning. Suck. Suck. Master.
Now, Mindu, if you would just lie on your back on the table with your legs over the edge so I can relax here and gaze at your pussy.
Here Master I'll take off my corset.
(Mindu takes off her corset.)
And put it on you.
(Jim's 's sucked dick languorously lolls below while Mindu installs Master in her corset.
Unnn! Omigod! Ummmpppp! Ummmppphh! Unnnh! Unnhhhh!
There! It fits! See, Master? It fits!
Wow.
(Jim's cock is standing up straight now, having lost all traces of languor.)
See?
Wow.
I knew you'd like it, Master.
(Jim is already jacking off as Mindu, now the langourous one, lies back on the table with her legs over the edge and starts playing with herself while Jim gazes entranced at the faultless fault line of her perfect pussy.)
What a relaxing way to begin the day, Mindu, jacking off in your corset.
Actually I got it for you, Master. I knew you'd look cute in it.
Stretching out on the table Mindu rolls her head to the left and to the right finger fucking herself.
Thank you, Mindu.
