Chocoholic Orgasm
 
Entertaining friends is one of my favourite things. Spending an evening enjoying good food and excellent wine, sparkling conversation coupled with wicked indulgent desserts. When the friends you are dining with are your closest girlfriends and the waiter / chef is a handsome, semi-clothed man trained to respond to your every wish and whim, then it couldn’t be any nicer.
 
Making my way through the house I stopped at the kitchen where my waiter, Henrique, was busy clearing away the last of the dinner things. I noted that he was now more properly dressed or, should I say, more properly "undressed" as I never allow him to wear anything when we are alone. I stood quietly in the doorway admiring his body particularly his wonderful butt as he moved around the kitchen putting things away. Stepping inside I instructed him to bring me a glass of wine and another portion of the chocolate mousse with which we finished dinner, then left and made my way to the living room.
 
Making my way through the house I stopped at the kitchen where my waiter, Henrique, was busy clearing away the last of the dinner things. I noted that he was now more properly dressed or, should I say, more properly "undressed" as I never allow him to wear anything when we are alone. I stood quietly in the doorway admiring his body particularly his wonderful butt as he moved around the kitchen putting things away. Stepping inside I instructed him to bring me a glass of wine and another portion of the chocolate mousse with which we finished dinner, then left and made my way to the living room.
 
Smiling to myself as I walked, I couldn’t help wondering just what my friends would think if they knew the truth of where I find my staff and how I train them myself. How I take an opinionated, self-satisfied, full of his own importance male and through humiliation and just enough strict discipline mould him to my liking. Henrique had been a very good subject. Those Latin macho types are always a challenge, but that’s another story … or two!
 
I had just made myself comfortable on the sofa when Henrique arrived with my wine and mousse. Kneeling at my feet he passed them to me, then assumed a crouching position so I could rest my legs on his back to relax while I ate. He really had surpassed himself with this mousse for it was truly wonderful. In fact one of my friends had gone so far as to describe it as orgasmic, and that set my mind wandering, remembering ...
 
... how I had once been told that chocolate is thought to be a substitute for sex.
Well not in my book, no way! I aimed to have both.
Holding that thought, I removed my legs from his back and crossed them. Leaning forward, I dropped the last of the mousse onto my foot and told him to lick it off. He did so eagerly, continuing to lick long after the mousse was gone, his tongue probing between my toes, then tracing lazy circles around my ankle.