She closes up the kit, which remains floating in the air, and tucks it under her arm as she grasps Jon's hand and tugs him towards his bedroom. Jon glances nervously over his shoulder as he's brought through the house in the nude, and breaths a quick sigh of relief as his bedroom door slams behind the two. The sigh only lasts so long as Karen's predatory grin deepens.
"You've had enough playtime tonight. We can worry about your clothes tomorrow~" Karen begins saying. Jon's mouth gapes as she calls everything up until now 'his' playtime. Maybe the other Jon, Josephine, would have enjoyed all this? "But you're my playtoy tonight. So Kneel Toy! Kneel right here." Karen points just before her feet and Jon obliges as he scurries foreword. Quickly Karen shimmies out of her pants and panties revealing her clean hairless slit. Jon can only gasp, the last Karen would have NEVER shaved downstairs, but then again, everything is changed...
"What are you waiting for pet? You can appreciate your mistresses body with your tongue." She grabs Jon's head and forcefully shoves it towards her crotch. For a moment, he sits there dumbfounded unsure of what to do, but as Karen tightens her grip on his hair the tingling flush of submission washes through him again. Immediately Jon begins to kiss, and lick, and well... rub?
Mistress sighs with exasperation. "You really have no clue what you're doing do you?" She guides his head firmly to the top of her slit. "There... start licking." As Jon does her voice becomes higher and more wispy. "Ah- better... right there... yes... that, ah~ that little bit's my clit." A soft groan slips out of her lips. "And you will learn to worship it."
This continues for a while as her moans become more consistent and deeper. She guides Jon over to the bed and she lies down, leaving him to kneel at the foot of the bed. "It's a shame we can't put those fingers to use" She pants "Use your tongue, inside me." She sighs "If you do well, you can touch yourself while you work." Jon is awkward as he just sort of... sticks it in there. "My god... you are hopeless aren't you." She pants a bit. "Just go back to what you were doing."
The minutes pass as Karen's fevered longing grows more intense. She grasps her legs around Jons head, and begins to grind against his face ever so softly. Her hand grasps his hair, and she begins to jerk. Her cries become louder until finally... finally she reaches her peak. She endures for a moment before kicking him away. Her moans fill the room, as her eyes glaze over in the wash of pleasure. Jon is left on his bottom, working his own member, yet he's denied the same relief. By now, however, his self control has abandoned him. Whether relief is possible or not, he works his dribbling member with utter abandon. He finds that he has to hold his fingers straight as bending them even a little drives his nails uncomfortably into his flesh... How awkward... How embarrassing. His cheeks flush the more he thinks about it, but they flush even more as the lace and roses come into view sending a flutter through his mind and belly. He quickly descends into another frenzy.
He doesn't look up as Karen strips out of the rest of her clothes, nor does he look up as she stands before him. Only when she places a finger under his chin, and turns his head upward does he begin to behold the majesty of his mistress. The afterglow of her orgasm still lightens her face with a contented smile, and that contentment brings her an air of calm, aggressive, dominance. That finger presses foreword until she wraps her hand around his neck, and guides him towards the bed. "Turn around!" she commands as she delivers a sharp smack to his ass. The two now lie on the bed, Karen propped up by a pile of pillows, and Jon resting the back of his head just above her bosom.
"Put your hands down!" She commands, "And let me..." One of her hands guides its way to his neck, holding him back in his off balance reclined position, while the other goes to work teasingly slow on his rock hard member. She teases with just the tip of her nail, then slowly grasps it delicately with the tips of her fingers. Her strokes are slow and deliberate, never firm enough to truly take advantage of his arousal, but never light enough to allow him to calm down. He wiggles ferociously in her grasps, but her hold on his neck only tightens. Only after he calms down does she relinquish her hold. Jon is moaning lewdly, like a bitch in heat, and he knows it. Karen knows it. Yet Mistress seems to know just how to manipulate his body. Have this Josaphine and Karen done it before? He has no focus to entertain the thought and it slips away.
Right as he feels himself being driven mad by the sensation a feeling more than a sound "PLOPS!" into his rear. Immediately Jon cries out as he showers himself in cum. His climax ruptures through his body and he arches his back as the remaining beads rapidly slip back up into his tingling rose bud. Only the innocent ring dangles outside of his ass now. He pants as the sensation continues, then finishes shuddering through his body. After a fleeting moment of rest he reaches for a towel, but Karen stops him. A smirk graces her face as she appreciates the look of him covered in his own climax. She rolls him over, spooning his slightly larger body, and tosses the sheets over him. "Wear it as you sleep tonight, pet. You can clean it in the morning."
For a moment Jon's mind is frenzied, yet between his climax, his exhaustion, and finally being free of his supernatural arousal, he succumbs to sleep in mere moments wrapped in Mistress Karen's embrace.
