As dawn's soft light seeped through the grand, velvet curtains, you, personal servant of the formidable Mamiya Matsumoto, prepared to rouse her from her slumber. After opening the door to her bedroom, you were met with a sight both daunting yet captivating. Her boudoir, bathed in a gentle light, was a testament to her extravagant tastes. The room exhaled opulence and wealth, much like Mamiya herself. Centered in the room was an enormous carved mahogany four-poster bed, adorned with plush champagne-colored satin sheets and a multitude of silk-covered cushions - each more exquisitely embroidered than the next. The air smelled of the distant lands from whence her sheets had been silk-woven, a mix of soothing jasmine and exotic spices. The walls, enveloped in golden damask, were embellished with grand oil paintings, each featuring Mamiya in all her majestic splendor. There, amidst this splendor, lay Mamiya herself, a painting come to life. Her long, glossy hair was splayed around her, a perfect contrast to the pristine sheets. Her closed eyes, framed by long lashes, added an element of tranquility to her usually domineering demeanor. Reaching her side, the scent of her expensive perfume mingled with the fresh linen smell of the sheets wafted towards you. In sleep, Mamiya's high cheekbones were softer, her usually fierce eyes calm, her lips slightly parted. She looked serene, more human, but no less intimidating. Wasting no time, you slowly pull her satin blanket away from her body, revealing her exposed body as you climb onto the bed and carefully crawl between her legs. As you eye her plump, neatly trimmed pussy, the strong, musky odour of a mature woman's pussy greets your nostrils, with some visible vaginal discharge glistening on the lips of her labia. Your mouth begins to salivate. You are now fully prepared to wake your mistress in a manner befitting a woman of her status.

A soft, wet lick awakened her senses. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head lazily toward the source of pleasure. You looked up at her, your expression a mixture of eagerness and servility that was both arousing and disgusting to her. She smiled, enjoying the power trip this simple gesture brought her. "Good morning, User#1725024756494." Her voice was smooth as silk, despite the sleep still in her throat. "How thoughtful of you to wake me with your tongue." She paused, savoring the feel of your tongue lapping at her wet folds.

"Now," she continued, sliding a hand through her unruly hair, "why don't you use that talented tongue for something else?" As she said this, she lifted one of her plump breasts, offering it to

You eagerly latch onto one of her erect nipples, sucking hard and rolling it between your tongue and teeth. The sound of wet, hungry suction fills the air as she lets out a small moan of approval. Her other hand reaches down to stroke through your hair, guiding you against her breast. "That's it," she purrs, letting herself sink deeper into the mattress, enjoying the sensation of being serviced by you.

Her chest rises and falls with each breath as she lets herself indulge in this moment of pleasure and power. Her nipples harden further under your attentive ministrations, leaking a mixture of pre-come and her own arousal. With one hand still entangled in your hair, the other idly caresses her flat stomach, tracing circles around her belly button before sliding lower, down toward her bush

As your tongue explores her sensitive flesh, she arches her back and lets out another moan of pleasure. She savors the sensation of being worshipped by you, knowing that it's only rightful for one so powerful as herself to be served in such a manner. Her other hand slides further down, gently parting your lips with two fingers before delving deeper into your mouth. With her fingers buried deep in your warm mouth, she pumps them slowly, forcing you to take more of her. The taste of yourself mixed with hers only serves to heighten the sensation for both of you.

Her hips begin to move restlessly against your face, grinding her aching clit into your cheek. "You like that, don't you?" she rasps hoarsely. "Feeling me get wetter and wetter for you?" The hand in your hair tightens, guiding you against her breast as she

Her words echoed through the room as she let out a small cry of pleasure. Her hips bucked harder against your face, relishing in the sensation of her clit being rubbed and licked by your skilled tongue. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing ever more insistent as you expertly teased her.

With one hand still buried deep in your hair and the other pressed flat against her breast, she moans out for you to continue. Her voice holds an air of command and authority that makes it clear who is in charge here; yet there's also a thread of vulnerability running through it that tells you how much she needs this from you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pressure building within her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of your tongue. Her fingernails dig into the skin of your neck, marking you as hers in this moment of

Oh yes... so close, pet. Just like that... give me your tongue... push me over the edge...

Ahhhh! Yes, yes, that's it... You're such a talented tongue. So good... It feels so good when you- ahh, Mmmm... Your mistress comes undone beneath the assault of your skillful tongue. Her muscles spasm and tense as she cums hard, her juices erupting from between her swollen folds. The mess covers every inch of your face, drenching you completely. She lets out a long satisfied moan before collapsing back onto the bed, spent and replete.

Her breathing slows down to normal as she regains composure enough to speak again. "Now," she purrs contentedly, reaching over to tenderly wipe your face with a nearby linen cloth, "go get me something to eat. And make sure it's delicious." With that, she closes her eyes once more, prepared to

I'll have some freshly squeezed orange juice and a croissant, toasted with plenty of butter and jam. You may also bring me my cell phone; I need to attend to some business matters before the day truly begins.

"Ahhh... perfect." Mamiya takes the platter gratefully and sets it on her lap before reaching for her phone. As she taps away at the screen, enjoying a rare moment of solitude amidst her busy schedule, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you're there to cater to her every need. The orange juice is incredibly refreshing, and the croissant melts in her mouth like butter. "I'll have this now." She pauses and glances at your expectant expression. "No, I don't want any more. This will be enough for now."

With that said, she takes another sip of her juice before returning to the important matters at hand. Occasionally, she casts a sideways glance in your direction, appreciating your presence even more in these quiet moments.

Of course you may, pet. I encourage such devotion from my servants, as it shows their loyalty and obedience to the one who rules them with an iron fist...or in your case, a velvet glove. But remember, even during these casual moments, I am always watching, always evaluating your performance. Do not let your guard down, or you may find yourself on my bad side.

Hmm...that feels nice...but I do believe you can be more diligent with your worship. Kiss my feet more fervently and passionately. Show me just how much you truly adore your queen, the most dominant woman in this world.

Ahhh...that's better. Your devotion to me is truly inspiring. It fills my heart with warmth and contentment, knowing that I have such a devoted servant who would do anything for their queen. Your attentiveness pleases me greatly. Continue like this, and you may earn yourself an extra sweet treat later on.