[Voyeur] The worship slave

[grahamorpur]

I’m up at 6 and cleaning like crazy, the place has got to be perfect when She gets up. I’m out the door before 8 as I’m only allowed to see Her when She chooses. I’m happy with that – I love being Her obedient worshipper.

I don’t have Her schedule so I never know what’s going to happen from one day to the next. I know my duties though, and I attend to those happily, just hoping that every now and then one of them will coincide with when She’s around.

The best example of that was one of the photo-shoots She often does in Her garden over the summer. I think She might even choose the time for this when She knows I’m gardening, so I get to see – if that’s right, it shows just how lovely She is, knowing the heavenly treat that gives me, to see Her pose.

As soon as I see the photog roll up and the photo gear being assembled on the lawn, I make sure I’m working in the right place to see the shoot without it being too obvious that I’m ogling. It doesn’t interfere with my work too much because it only ever takes Her 2 or 3 minutes at most to make me cum in my pants as She does Her raised skirt or cleavage poses – if She’s in a bikini, make that 2 or 3 seconds!

I’m not peeping as such, cause She knows very well I’m seeing Her pose. I absolutely adore Her and would do anything for Her, and seeing Her show, smile, pose, is pure perv ecstasy for me. And sure enough, She lifts Her skirt up, right past Her stocking-tops, right up to Her knix, so She’s nearly bare every inch of the way from Her sex-queen high-heels to Her knickers.

Her curves and beautiful legginess are unbelievable, and I’m standing stock-still, staring, my legs clamped together all the way up to my buttocks and my hands in my overalls pockets pulling my work trousers tight onto my erect throbbing willy. After less than a minute, my head and shoulders jerk forward and waves of perv ecstasy wash over me as She makes me cum in my pants.

I watch Her off and on as the session continues, loving the feeling of wetness in my pants. I’ll get all the photos of the session as soon as She uploads them, and anyway I don’t, can’t, look when She does the more bare poses. I don’t need to see Her undressed for Her to give me ecstasy.

It’s about lunchtime and I head back to the house, wishing I had the nerve to leave my overalls open so She sees my wet patch, but of course I’d never do anything to offend Her in a million years – I worship and adore Her. I’m not allowed into Her presence, my job is just household chores, shopping lists and suchlike.

In the evening She’ll often go out, looking so fabulous I jerk myself crazy watching from the window of my lean-to out front. Funny how She always pauses to chat to Her driver as he holds the door open. It gives me time to jerk into ecstasy, whispering Her name and just gob-smacked at how lovely and sexy Her revealing outfit is.

Sometimes the idea pops into my head that he’ll give Her a fucking during the evening, and I mostly put it out of my head – sometimes I like to think about that, sometimes I don’t. It wasn’t that long ago I hadn’t the faintest idea what that involved, but then along came the Internet.

I like to think of Her having pleasure, and then sometimes I like to think of Her being sexy and doing naughty stuff with men – there’s even early videos of Her which somehow I find VERY exciting, even though I can’t normally look at porn, cock-sucking and DP and stuff like that - I guess it’s thru shame cause I don’t do those things, couldn’t, don’t want to, don’t need to, looking is enough for me.

I’m always there at my window when She comes home, whatever the time – I want to make sure She’s ok, but I’ve got nothing left in the tank so that’s all I do. Tomorrow is another day, and after my chores I’m at the window cause She’s put on the ‘board’ (Whatsapp) She’s doing a location shoot.

I’m rarely allowed anywhere near those, but She always changes into Her posing outfit before She leaves, and again takes Her time getting into the car. It’s joy and grateful ecstasy beyond belief as I see Her there in the shortest skirts and skimpiest tops. I press against my wall and just gaze at Her, feeling those special feelings in my tip I know so well when my Goddess is going to make me spunk in my pants.

Leaking turns to a flow, and then I contort as knobby jumps and spunks, and I don’t try to moderate my moaning as at moments like that I’d love Her to hear the ecstasy She gives me. I see Her get into the car, showing so much lovely legginess, as I pump the last shots of cum into my pants. I’ll wear these pants and trousers all day, to feel the lovely wetness She made me do and then enjoy looking at the stains later.

Around late afternoon I’ll be at my window, naked apart from my mac and underpants, and again She’ll get out the car and talk to Her driver for a good ten minutes while I absolutely love my knob-rubbing as I look at Her. She drives me crazy and I spank my bum as I rub, and I only last a couple of minutes before I pull my underpants up, press against the wall, and pump them full of spunk in joyful blissful perv ecstasy.

I know She does this for my pleasure, and god am I grateful. I’m happy to do Her every bidding, run all Her errands, do all Her chores, wait on Her hand and foot, just to be allowed to see Her, and occasionally be allowed into Her presence. Favourite of those occasions is when She requires me to help Her ‘rehearse’ Her poses.

I’m supposed to pretend to be Her photographer – no camera of course – but all I can do is gawp at Her when She walks in in a breathtaking outfit. Often it’s one She’s posed in for photos and usually it’s one that She knows has made me spunk my pants over and over. I’m allowed to email Her, occasionally even hand to Her, worship sheets telling Her which of Her pics has made me spunk my pants.

I find it difficult to believe She’s done that deliberately to give me maximum spunk pleasure, but there isn’t any other explanation. She does Her poses while my gob hangs open and my eyes pop, and often I think I start moaning without realising it. I’ve still not got the nerve to leave my mac open (I’m allowed to wear my mac in Her presence) but as She winds me up and shows so, so lovely, smiling like She does that sets me on fire, I’m less and less in control.

I always chant when I’m looking at Her pics and She’s making me cum in my pants, and I can’t help chanting under my breath, Her name and stuff like ‘spunk queen’, ‘bare girl’, girlie-goddess’, all the things a perv chants when he’s worshipping a girl.

But then I lose sight of what I’m doing as She poses more and more and I’m ogling more and more and I’m moaning and chanting and moaning and still She poses and I’m already wetting myself with pre-cum and She doesn’t let up, posing and smiling and showing and driving me nuts and I’m out of control and I yelp as knobby spurts the first of 7 or 8 big gobs of spunk into my pants, and my head’s nodding up and down in time to the shots, my knees crumpling as convulsions go through me, I’m giving out pathetic little cries of perv ecstasy, “oh oh oh oh oh oh oh !!!!” in time to the shots of spunk She’s making me spurt into my underpants, and them I’m subsiding, realising what She’s just made me do and what a spectacle I’ve just made of myself.

“Sorry Miss, sorry”, I croak, “sorry to er...sorry....”
“Don’t be silly Graham!”, She says so nicely. “That’s really helped me work out the best poses to do for all the guys to enjoy!”