"Valentines Day is here," she said to her reflection in the mirror, she smiles as she thinks of the gift that she has bought her Master. She reaches into the dresser drawer and removes a gray brushed leather box. Opening it she looks at a single gold key. She smiles knowing that the key will soon unlock pleasures that until now she had never known. Looking back at the mirror she continued to brush her long auburn hair feeling the bristles of the brush hitting her collar once and a while. With each stroke she smiled thinking of her Master, her true love running his fingers through her hair before grasping a hand full and pulling her head back with it. A tingle ran through her body, her nipples started to get hard and she could feel herself getting damp. Never in her life had she experienced such wanton sexual emotions. Just the thought of what may come or what had been was enough to get her excited. At times she would just lay back in the tub, soaking in hot water surrounded by soft bubbles.
Closing her eyes she could see him as he guided and directed her in the ways to please him. How he liked this dish or that dish prepared. The way he wanted her to kneel beside his chair or at the side of the bed. The way he desired his pleasures. As she would lie there she would become excited. She could feel her nipples harden, and that warm tingle between her legs. She use to masturbate when she felt that way but Master has taught her not to, that it was better to just let the feelings grow until he allowed her to climax. She learned her lessons well, but there was a wonderful side effect as well. She learned that just from her thoughts she could bring about a climax, without touching herself. She would think of how he touched her, stroked her and at times just took her and she would climax, the feelings were so strong. The water would be so hot the images so strong. Her body would stiffen and start to shake. She would swear that he was there touching her, forcing her over that edge. She stopped, shook her head trying to clear her mind, It was to late. Her juices had soaked her panties and were running down her legs. "Damn," she said aloud as she took out a dry clean pair. She still marveled at her heightened sexual responses.
It was about time for him to arrive. She stood at the door, dressed in his favorite outfit. A tight crop-top tee and black thong with high heeled open toed sandals. Her collar fixed about her neck. As she heard the car drive up she knelt by the door on her fur. Head bowed and arms crossed behind her. She heard the door open and felt a hand on her head. This was his was of telling her to stand, which she did. She stood before him, eyes down awaiting instruction.
" Come with me my little one. Come and sit with me." His voice was soft but the timber of his words seemed ominous.
He led the way into the living room. As he settled into his chair she sat at his feet still looking down, not speaking just waiting. He reached down took her by the jaw raising her head up so that her eyes met his. Love filled his eyes and again she knew that all was right with her world. He smiled, leaned over and kissed her lips softly. His tongue fluttering about her lips seeking entry to the warm moistness of her mouth. She parted her lips and his tongue slipped between them. Dancing a slow and gentle dance around and with her tongue. A soft moan rose from her lips as she felt her nipples hardening even more and the dampness returning between her legs. Their kiss lingered, each feeling the excitement building. As the kiss broke she rose and knelt between his legs.
Without a work she slowly unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants pulling them down to his ankles followed by his briefs. She looked at his swollen member, a smile played along her lips. Looking up into his eyes she lowered her head and ran her tongue along the underside of his penis. She then slowly circled the purplish head with the tip of her tongue. He laid back, eyes half closed looking down at her, savoring her touch knowing that soon he would have her at his sexual mercy. She slowly drew the thick throbbing member into her mouth, sliding her head down an inch or two at a time until her mouth and throat were fully impaled by his shaft. Relaxing her throat she began to raise and lower her mouth on him, sucking him tight between her lips. This is what he desired, this was his pleasure and the thoughts of this drove her to perform her best each and every time. Varying her speed and tempo she was able to keep him fully aroused for a long time. She loved to hear his moans as she worked her magic on his gland. Cupping his sack she would squeeze and release, over and over knowing that it brought him pleasure. Slipping his penis from her mouth for only a few seconds she quickly pulled off the top she was wearing, baring her breasts to his hands. She shifted her position and weight so that he could feel and caress her breasts. He took her nipples into his hand one then the other tweaking them, pulling them, rubbing his thumb across them. Seeing the pleasure she brought him combined with the pleasure of his manipulation of her breasts just served to make her wetter and wetter.
She understood the rule and did not have to be reminded that her climax was only allowed with permission. It had not been easy to learn that control and he knew the things that would force her climax no matter how hard she fought. She also knew the punishment for climaxing early, and often thought that he made her climax just for the pleasure of watching her as he punished her. His breath was short the muscles in his legs had tightened. She knew he was close. Alan sat up and slid to the edge of the chair, grasping her hair he pulled her face tightly against him, pushing as much of his member as he could into her throat. He started to stroke his penis in and out of her mouth. She tightened her hold on this penis with her lips as he stroked in and out faster and faster. He began to moan looking at her he reached down and ran his nails up her back leaving red welts. She moaned a deep guttural moan, a mix of pleasure and pain. Faster and faster he thrust into her mouth. She felt the vein expand and knew that he was ready. Just at that moment he pushed his hard rod deep into her throat and cried out as jet after jet of hot cream hit the back of her throat and flowed into her stomach. Not a drop was lost, for there was no time to swallow, just relax and let it takes it's course. As the final spurts filled her mouth she started to lick and clean him. When she was finished she returned his penis to it's place in his pants and sat back on her knees, leaning back on the ball of her feet. Hands folded, eyes cast down. He smiled at her. Tilting her head up to face him he kissed her lips softly again.
"That was wonderful little one, now go to our room and get ready for me to join you."
She knew what was about to happen. She said," Thank you Master and I will await your arrival." Raising and turning towards the stairs she hurried back to the bedroom, stripping off her clothing as she went. She brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, put on few dabs of fresh perfume and she was ready. Kneeling beside the bed she waited. Thinking about the pleasure he would give her, knowing that soon she would be able to release the growing pressure she was experiencing.
