Hummm, sir perhaps we could cut down a christmas tree today. It would be fun. Perhaps play around in the snow in the woods, make snow angles and decorate the tree inside after. "That is fine my sweet. I will make some rules along the way. 1st rule you are not to speak, if you speak the rest of the day will be fully up to my plans and your schedule will be discarded." I nod, with a mischievous smile, content to follow orders. He is going with me this year, to do a chore I often do alone.
I choose a tree, a birch tree. The birch tree is beautiful almost a graceful tree. I choose a tall one. Only the top is needed for the christmas tree but the remainder provides extra wood for a nice fire. One that will burn for hours, we could watch the flames, while playing and or making love next to it in the snow, to feel the warmth next to our bodies in the cold dark night. Yum, I bask in the thought. I wore a warm sweater, a scarf, a long dress with no panties as requested. I really didn't see the point, we were only cutting down a tree, but I have learned not to question his thoughts. We reach the chosen tree. Take off your sweater my sweet and stand by the tree. Puzzled I comply and I am suddenly tied to the tree. He removes my scarf from around my neck and uses it to blindfold me. Slightly aroused, I hold still. I wonder why he wishes to play now while we have work to do.
The air has a chilly crisp feeling against my skin. I feel the coldness of the axe blade slide across my breast. I shiver, as the blade slides slowly along my stomach, outside of my skirt down my leg and rising again lifting my skirt. I gasp and am wet instantly. I strain to see through the tiny holes in the scarf to no avail, yet I know the smirk that must be on his face. "We shall play later pet," he says as he proceeds to use the axe to start to chop down the tree. I feel the vibration against my body with each strike, damn I could be in trouble. Yet, I stay quite, he comes around the tree & remove my boots. "You won't be needing these for a while." I put my feet up on his shoulders, spreading them ever so slightly inviting him to inspect my wetness. Kissing my clit a single time and teasing me with one swipe of his tongue he leaves me yearning for more. He moves my legs to a bent position feet against the tree and tell me to stay perfectly still. Wosh!!! The sound of the axe falls through the air. The swing lands in the front of the tree this time just under my feet. The tree jerks in it's own response to the assault. To think I was afraid of knife play... I breathe deeply. The tree sways as if they were my own legs quivering. Lifting my legs back to your shoulders, I am unclear if I feel the cold chill from the winters day or a shutter of anticipation. Perhaps a nice mixture of both. He teases me as he suckles my erect nipples that are now hypersensitive from the cold. He slides the axe back up my dress feeling the coldness of the blade against my inner thigh i hold very still.
The tree is swaying more from the injuries it has sustained. I begin to feel nervous. He puts the axe down as to not allow any accidents. He grabs my ass squeezing hard, as he disappears under my dress. I feel his tongue and fingers simultaneously. As he sucks my clit into his mouth he bites down, not his usual nibble but firm hard aggressive biting, and pulling my hair with his teeth. I tighten my lips and pray for him to let go. I hear him unzip his pants, my body feels strangely warm in the cold air. He moves my legs off his shoulders and I wrap them around his waist. He tantalizes me with just the tip of his hard long cock. He whispers in my ear, I feel his warm breathe against my neck, softly asking me if I have enjoyed my self so far. Remembering not to speak I just smile. He pushes into me hard and deep with one quick thrust. The pressure of his body makes the tree fall. We land into the deep snow with a sudden jerk which jams him in me even farther. Helpless, I lie half in the snow, tied to a tree with his body on mine. It was a wonderful mixture of sensations. The warmth of his body, the flushing of my skin hot and prickly, and the cold wetness of the snow. He finishes with a pounding vengeance, while I am to hold back not allowed to cum. I am throbbing trying to hold back, I know I am vulnerable to what ever desire he holds.
