Author's note: This story is a culmination of mine and my sister Sara's minds as we worked for our first Christmas with our Master.
"Are you almost finished down there? The top half still needs your attention." He slapped the crop across her bare ass at medium strength, a simple emphasis to finish her task and move on to the next. She hung the last ornament on the lower half of the tree, crawling around on her hands and knees, naked save for her purple 5'' heels, matching purple thigh highs and string bikini.
"Master, yes Master. Master, sorry Master." She knew he was only enjoying Himself and the show she was putting on while her sister was cooking in the kitchen humming to herself, and it pleased her that she could amuse him.
"Master, may I stand and finish hanging the ornaments Master?" she asked Him, her eyes never lifting above his belt.
"Yes pet, you may stand and finish the tree." He answered. This was a new tradition they had started this year when His pet and lil_one had expressed their desire to make the house more festive for the holidays. He knew she had wanted a tree with lights and ornaments and stockings, the traditional layout, and He knew what joy it would bring to her to allow her this request. He denied her, often and with pleasure, but this was something different to her, something sentimental from her upbringing, and it was a part of her that He enjoyed nurturing.
Her heels were a tremendous help in reaching the upper branches of the 7' tree, but the top limbs still required her to reach out to the limits of her grasp. He sat on the couch next to the tree, leather crop in the crook of His arm, watching her ass move as she stretched and put each ornament in place on the tree. She was making very good progress actually. But He had planned on making tonight much more amusing for Himself, and now seemed like a fair time to begin. He waited until she had only half of the top part left to complete when he snapped his fingers once loudly and pointed to the space in front of his feet. Without hesitation she put down the ornament and quickly moved to the spot he had gestured at, dropping to her knees, hands in her lap, head bowed, eyes on his feet.
"Master." she spoke clearly. He had trained her never to whisper when called nor be timid in her response. Her one word was her acknowledging that she was ready for her orders and listening. It wasn't something He did all the time or in public often, but on occasion He had snapped for her someplace public, and her training had prevailed, much to His pleasure and her relief. The return home from the bookstore coffee shop in the mall had resulted in a night of multiple orgasms and verbal praise from Him for a job well done, never hesitating to drop to her knees even with the young barista watching with rapt interest at her behavior.
"Go into your toy box and bring back the purple C vibrator." he told her, watching her face.
"Master, yes Master," she stood quickly and hurried to retrieve the toy as Master turned and smiled to His little one in the kitchen as she was now dancing a bit and humming oblivious to His quick glance then looks back to see pet return to His feet. Once she had returned and once again on her knees, the toy in front of her, He directed her again.
"You know what to do with that. Turn it on full, put it on, and go back to what you were doing." Little one hears Master and glances to her sister biting her lip softly watching her play with the toy and enjoying seeing the look in Masters eyes of how pleased He is.
"Master, yes Master," she replied. He smiled inwardly, watching for a reaction on her face as it registered what He had in mind. To her credit only a slight smile crept up in the corner of her mouth as she turned on the toy and put in on under her string bikini. She then went back to work decorating the tree.
The toy He had made her wear was a C shaped vibrator designed to stimulate both her clit and her g-spot internally, causing her to build to orgasm quickly and keep her there. Most of the toys He owned and used on her were for devious designs, this one being no exception. She was well acquainted with it and in truth it was one of her favorites that He liked to use on her. It always led to an exciting buildup of a long tease that ended in the kind of satisfaction that only being completely owned and used well by Him could give her. All these thoughts went through her mind as she went to find the toy for Him. Combined with the time she had already spent this evening preparing the tree under his close attention, dressed sexily the way He wanted her, His eyes moving over her body, with the occasional swat from the crop on her bare skin, had excited her to the point where she was more than wet enough to slip the toy inside herself with ease before going back to work on the tree.
He smiled at her back as she nearly finished hanging the rest of the tree decorations, her actions much slower and deliberate now, and He knew why. The C vibe always got her so worked up she could cum with just a word, one command from Him. She was very good that way, never allowing herself satisfaction without permission. A feat that never failed to impress and please Him about her, she was working near the top of the tree now, nearly finished, when he noticed she stopped mid-stretch, pausing a moment, breathing with focus before hanging the ornament. He could see her face was flushed now, her nipples hard and pointing skyward. She was fighting the urge to cum without His permission. This was a lot of fun.
"Pet, come here for a moment," He motioned for her to come to Him. From the tone of His voice and His gesture she could tell He did not mean for her to come with the immediate urgency as when He snapped His fingers for her. This time He was more casual. He was still not to be ignored or slow in obeying however. She walked over to Him and stood in front of Him, ready for her directions.
"Master." was all she said.
