Cher washed the last of the dishes from her holiday baking project as she gazed out the window wistfully watching the newly fallen snow in the back yard. There was already about six inches of the frozen beauty on the ground from last night, and it had been snowing steadily for the past several hours. She always loved how quiet and safe the world seemed when there was snow everywhere. It was snowing heavily now and she wondered how deep it would get before it stopped.
As she watched she saw a beautiful doe gracefully walking through the trees in the stately, peaceful forest that lay just beyond the back yard. A smaller doe that was barely larger than a fawn trailed behind her. Cher guessed it must be the offspring of the larger deer accompanying her. Occasionally, they would nudge around under the snow near a tree as if they were searching for a bit of grass that they might still be able to feed on.
Cher felt a twinge of sorrow for these two wild little ones. She thought they must be terribly hungry for them to be wandering in this weather. She wished there was something she could do to help them, but she didn't know what it could be, so she closed her eyes on the hot tears that she felt rising in her for a moment and wished for health and sustenance for them during this hard winter.
As she finished a little prayer she watched again. Then she noticed that the smaller animal was a carbon copy of the larger one. And like all young creatures who will not be disenchanted by negativity for long, she started bounding around and around the mother. Now and again she ran to her mother and rubbed against her shoulder affectionately.
She jumped playfully around the snow-covered yard. Occasionally, she stopped to tilt her sweet little face to the sky. When one of the large soft snowflakes would drift down to land on her nose she would jump and shake her head. Then she would prance back to her mother and nip playfully at her hooves before bounding away once again.
Cher had to laugh when she realized that the language of babies is universal in their love of their mothers, and their love of play, regardless of the species. Just as all babes do when they want their mother's attention, the little fawn was clowning around as if to say, "Look Mom. Look what I can do."
She laughed again when the doe looked down with strained patience at the antics of her progeny. And like other mothers she bent her head down and give the baby's face an affectionate little nuzzle before meandering onward to prod around under the next tree. And then, remembering her own task Cher reluctantly looked away from the gentle scene beyond the window.
Master had given her one of his famous looks this morning with that sexy raised eyebrow of his when he told her his buddies were coming to play an unexpected game of poker tonight. He had also given her a list of what he wanted her to prepare as refreshments.
She wasn't sure why they were going to play poker the night before Christmas since all his poker buddies had families. Nor did she understand why he had asked her to prepare these specific delicacies, but she knew not to pry when Master gave her one of those looks. She only knew that he had something fun in mind.
She turned to look at the selection of goodies she had prepared on the kitchen counter and nodded to herself. Everything seemed to be in order. She glanced back at the window for a moment and noticed that the snow had started falling in frozen flakes so big and thick that she was hardly able to see the deer any longer.
She was enjoying the winter scene, but she was a little apprehensive this afternoon. It was the night before Christmas Eve, and twice in the past several Christmas's she had been separated from her beloved Master on Christmas Eve due to bad weather. She fervently hoped that he would be home safe and warm with her this year.
And then, feeling her cheeks flush as she remembered the naughty pleasures she had enjoyed at those times, she felt the moisture and the delightful itch of passion growing in her pussy. As the memories pranced through her head like the proverbial sugarplums, she got an incredible body rush. Not wanting to make things worse she quickly busied herself folding clothes in the laundry room.
She knew in her heart that her Master had been behind each of those holiday experiences. But, he would never discuss it with her, except to say, "Did you enjoy it Pet? Then don't spoil the magic by talking about it too much." And, then he would always grab her naked pussy and squeeze it hard making her yelp.
She paused her chores for a moment to enjoy the sweetest memory of her entire life. After that last sexy Christmas Eve adventure he had awakened her the next morning by diddling her cunt which he knew made her hotter than a fire cracker. And when she awoke he instructed her to get on her knees. He blindfolded her and told her he was going to take her to see her big Christmas Day surprise.
He guided her along then by gently tugging on her long hair. And when she tried to ask a question he silenced her with a loud, "Did I give you permission to speak my naughty little slut?"
When they had arrived at the living room he instructed her to kneel before him. And then she felt him put something cool and smooth around her neck. When he took the blindfold off he was holding a mirror for her to see by the brightly colored twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. As she gasped in shock and surprise she was unable to stop the hot tears that spilled down her cheeks and the incredible love that stuck in her throat.
There around her neck was circlet of little silver triskels all joined together into a chain and in the front was a tiny silver lock. It was the collar she had begged and waited for all those long years that she had served her Sir.
And then she heard the words she had prayed so long for when he simply said, "Merry Christmas my little slut puppy, you may now call me Master."
Throwing her arms around his legs as she knelt there she was so overcome with joy and happiness all she could do was bawl like a baby. He held her close smoothing her hair until she stopped crying. And then he had made soft and gentle love to her for hours giving her orgasm after fantastic orgasm there in front of the Christmas tree.