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I gaze at the tree, smiling. It really is beautiful with all the baubles and lights glowing and blinking. Turning, I look in the mirror and see the glow on my skin from the lights. I smooth my hands down my waist, cinched in by the lush corset you gifted me at Christmas. My breasts pushed up and almost bare, the nipples barely covered.

I look over the table once more, ensuring that everything is in place, just how you like it. Gently touching each implement as a small twinkle enters my eye. The phone rings and I run to answer it, knowing it is you. You inform me that you will be home in ten minutes from the station and I tell you I'll be waiting. Eagerly walking back to the table, I pick up the ear plugs I have laid out there and push them into my ears.

Silence engulfs me as I reach down and slip the four inch heels onto my feet. I pick up the silk scarf and run it through my fingers as I position myself under the rope that I have looped over the beam. I planned this perfectly, I think, as I put the scarf over my eyes, effectively blocking out all light. I reach up and fumble for the cuffs attached to the rope. Stretching my arms above my head I lock the cuffs onto them and feel my body stretched taught. I gasp a little feeling my nipples pop out of the corset. I wasn't anticipating that and frown a little but, realizing there is nothing I can do about, I sigh and relax into my bondage, waiting.

Time seems to drag on, silence and darkness surrounds me. I feel a slight breeze and wonder if that is you opening the door. My nipples pucker in anticipation, but minutes seem like hours and I begin to think what would happen if you never came home. I begin to pull against the cuffs, wondering if this was a good idea. My breath starts to come in pants. Anxiety creeping into my brain. Suddenly I feel something cold against my nipple and I jump back, almost losing my balance. My head moves from side to side, trying to catch a scent of you, trying to figure out where you are, what you are touching me with.

Hesitantly I whisper, "welcome home Master." Trying to sound confident although you do note the barest hint of a question on that last word.

I cannot see your smile as you sip your wine. I cannot see the lights of the Christmas tree blinking in your eyes as you take in the scene before you. You had arrived home a while ago, found me bound waiting for you. Once you realized that I was unable to hear or see you, you took your time. You went to the bedroom and changed into your silk robe, opened the bottle of wine that I had left next to your glass and sat in your chair, looking at me, watching the apprehension build in my body. Watching the way I started to fidget, hearing the slight whimpering as my body tensed. Finally, you reached out and lightly rolled your wineglass against my nipple as it pushed out above the corset.

Almost sure that it is you beside me, I still flinch away from the coldness against my nipple. It doesn't feel like anything that you have used on me in the past. Mentally scrolling through the toys that I had laid out, trying to figure out what it could be. Feeling it touching me again and dancing away from it and you as far as the bonds will let me, which is not far at all. Then suddenly your fingers replace the hint of cold, encasing my nipple in a warm strength that I recognize, pulling me back to you. I feel one arm snake around my waist and pull me tight up against your body. The moan flows out of my mouth before I can bite it back. Silk and skin against me. Your body hard against mine as your mouth claims my lips in a passionate soul stealing kiss. I melt into you, my lips angling against yours, my tongue meeting yours, tangling. Then you are gone. I cry out at the loss, my body swaying into the void left by you.

I cannot see you step back from me, licking your lips as you watch my aroused body search for you. I cannot see you put down your wineglass and walk over to the table, picking up a spreader bar. You walk behind me and, not touching any other part of my body, kick my legs apart. Watching as I grip the rope above my hands to keep my balance. You bend to your knees and start to fasten the bar between my spread legs, looking up to see my pussy, wet for you, my hips moving slowly back and forth. My legs locked open for you, you run the backs of your fingernails up my inner legs, up the silk stockings until you just barely touch the skin above where my stocking ends. The shiver that runs through my body at your touch betrays my arousal almost as much as the dampness on my thighs. Your hands move to my ass you pull my cheeks open, exposing me even more to your hungry gaze and your hungry mouth.

My body goes rigid as I feel your tongue against my lips from behind. I push my ass back, going up on my tiptoes so that I can bend forward slightly, giving you precious access, welcoming you against me. You tease me with your tongue, flicking and stabbing at my hole. Moving your hands around my thighs, you grip them tightly before letting your thumb brush against my clit. I moan and writhe above you. Every sense that I have focused on your tongue and your thumb. Pushing against first your mouth, then forward against your thumb, wanton, needy. Then you are gone.

I cannot see you sit back on your knees, looking up my body, at my face as I writhe with need and pleasure. I cannot see you take out the camera and snap pictures of my body illuminated only by the flickers of the Christmas tree lights. You watch my head moving in every direction trying to find you. You know that I am lost without your touch. You have become my anchor in a world of sensuality and when you pull back you leave me afloat at sea. You stand and walk back to the table, selecting the horse hair flogger with the silver handle. You hear my breathing behind you, labored, excited. Turning to look at me, Yours completely, you smile at my gift to you and then you strike.

I feel the air move before I feel the bite of the flogger against my nipple. I cry out as it feels like tiny paper cuts exploding over my breast. My instinct is to close in on myself and protect my breasts, but I cannot. I pull at my hands and turn my body this way and that, but still the flogger lands perfectly against each breast over and over. It continues until I am crying and begging, my breasts on fire. I feel your hand against my cheek and I sag in my restraints. You caress me, wiping my tears with your thumb and then pressing that moistness against my lips. Then you are gone.

I cannot see you watching me. I cannot see your cock hard beneath your robe. You know that you could do anything with me at this point. That my submission to you runs deep. You have taken your time. My body sings with both pleasure and intense need. Deciding it is enough, you reach up and release me from my cuffs, feeling my body sag against you. You catch me and turn me, pushing me over the arm of the couch and suddenly you are entering me. You drive your cock into me hard and deep in one stroke.

I arch my back and cry out as you push into me. I feel your hand in my hair, holding me in that position as you start to fuck my sensitive pussy. You are relentless, hitting my cervix each time you push in and then pulling slowly, so slowly back out. Slamming back in and causing me to scream each time you do. You feel my muscles tightening. You feel the juices in my pussy starting to flow and you reach around and slap my clit hard, bringing me back down from that edge.

You push back into me, this time sliding against my gspot. Now I am begging for a different reason. I am begging to cum. I am begging you never to stop. My hips move back against you, meeting each hard thrust. I feel your mouth on my neck, biting, your hands now on my breasts pulling me back into you with each thrust. I let go and scream out as my orgasm rocks through my body. My pussy clenches down on you as you continue to push in and out of me until finally I feel you let go inside me.

I float back down to earth, feeling your weight against my back, your breath against my neck, your fingers gently rolling my nipples back and forth. I move and moan just a little as the soreness between my legs, realizing that you are still connected to me intimately. You slide your cock out of me as you pull me up and back against your chest. I lean against you, feeling your fingers in my hair, pulling the blindfold off. Your hands move to my ears and pull out the ear plugs. I hear you growl "hello" finally and smile. Then you are gone.

You bend down again, releasing my ankles from the spreader bar, but holding my legs open with your hands. I feel your mouth against me again and cry out. My clit is engorged and sensitive and the slightest touch of your tongue sends me into space. You push your tongue flat against me and start to lick down to my pussy. I am dripping with the mixture of your cum and mine. You push your hard tongue against my hole and then slide it into me. Gripping the sofa cushions in my hand I feel your hands on my hips, holding me in place as you fuck my pussy with your tongue. I feel you pushing me back up, up to the edge. Your mouth is driving me wild until you push me over that edge again and I cum against your mouth.

You stand and quickly pull me up, spinning me around as my orgasm is still causing my body to tremble. I feel your tongue against my lips and I open my mouth tasting us on you. You slide your tongue against mine, sharing that sweet taste with me.

I melt into you as we kiss, our breath mingling together. Taking my hands you pull me over the sofa and pull me down onto your chest. Our legs entwine our hands roam restlessly over each others sweaty bodies. My eyes droop and I whisper, "Merry Christmas Master. I love you." as I close my eyes and fall asleep to the beat of your heart knowing you will always be there.

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Comments(5)

gigglygirl
Posted 22 Oct 2013 03:28
Thank you all and a special thank you to my Master, my love, my inspiration
Darren_Claret
Posted 22 Oct 2013 03:20
You never cease to surprise me.

visioneer
Posted 21 Oct 2013 19:58
Very eloquent. Very erotic. Please continue to write.
MahlerSymphony
Posted 21 Oct 2013 14:12
Very arousing. I will be looking for more from you.
meredith
Posted 21 Oct 2013 13:49
An Erotic look from a sub's prospective.
 

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