The Gift
As we lay here, a pile of arms and legs and a pair of hearts, you hold me tight wrapped in your arms. You lean close to me and nibble softly on my ear, then whisper to me, "I love you, slave."
A smile slowly crosses my lips as I turn my face towards yours. I mouth the words I love to say to you, and you long to hear from me, "I love you too, Master."
Then I immediately press forward, kissing you softly on the lips. You pull me tighter to you. Rolling on top of me, you kiss be harder, growling softly, deep in your throat, more passionately. Slowly, stop kissing, nibbling on my lower lip, sucking it into your hot, wet, wanton mouth. I moan softly. You pull a little further away, sitting atop me, straddling my waist, smiling down on me with nothing but love. I smile back up at you.
I know what is coming next, yet there is always an element of surprise in everything you do. You lean over to the night stand next to our bed, and pull out a pair of soft leather handcuffs. Leaning down, you look deep into my eyes, and kiss me softly on the lips while you set the cuffs on the pillow next to me, but I don�t flinch. I watch you closely out of the corner of my eyes, yet stare intensely into yours.
You back up just a bit, far enough to whisper to me, "I have a surprise for you, my slave."
Although I say nothing, you notice the spark in my eyes at the mention of a surprise. You know what I truly want and have been waiting for what seems to be a lifetime for it.
You smile and whisper, "Now, close you eyes, beautiful, while I get your present for you." "Yes, Master," I whisper, following your instructions obediently, not wanting to upset you in any way, with the hope that this present is what I'm wanting it to be.
After I close my eyes, I feel you climb off the bed, but I wait patiently, still feeling the presence of the cuffs next to me, smiling widely. You are gone for what seems to be an eternity, although it couldn�t have been more than ten minutes.
Suddenly, you say, "And why the big smile, my little slave?"
I jump, startled, having not heard you enter the room. Still with my eyes closed, I answer you, "Because I love you so much, Master." I wonder how long you had been standing there watching me, but I do not ask.
I hear you walk back to the bed, and softly climb back on. The bed creaks but I do not notice it as you straddle me again. My eyes still closed tight, but I feel your presence. Everything about you, so familiar, your scent, your aura. Then I feel something cold on my stomach. I�m not sure what it is at first, but I know the feel, the smell. It is something made of leather.
Still, my eyes are closed, you lean down over me and whisper to me, "Do you still want my collar, my beautiful slave?"
I bite my lower lip as I nod slowly, then whimper out, "Yes, Master. More than anything." You smile. I don�t see it, but I feel it. I feel the glow of pleasure and happiness and excitement and pride radiating off of you.
You lean back and say, louder than before, "Open you eyes, slave."
Slowly, I open my eyes, and adjust to the soft light of the room again. I look down at my stomach and see the strip of leather laying there. I smile, beaming happily. You pick up the collar and lean forward to place it on my neck. I lift my head and use my hands to hold my hair out of the way as you place the collar around my neck. You lean down and hug me, but that is not enough for me, I want to smother you in hugs and kisses right now, but I only hug you back. This is the happiest day of my life.
You smile down at me and take my wrists in you hands. You pull them above my head, holding them there with one of you hands. With your free hand, you reach over for the leather cuffs, and lock them around my wrists, being sure to thread them through the bars on the headboard in the process. I smile, still staring up at you with passion and love.
With that done, you slide you hands down my arms, lightly scraping your nails on my sensitive skin, leaving not permanent marks but light red scratches. Your hands smooth over my shoulders, my thoughts and feelings and emotions all melting together at you attentive touch.
You sit up with a straight back, and press your hands down with pressure, but not too hard, on my shoulders, dragging your palms down over my breasts, rubbing and massaging them, giving special attention to my already sensitive nipples. You pinch and pull at them as you lean down to suck one into you mouth licking at it attentively, then nibbling it lightly.
Then you move to the other one, doing the same, sucking, licking, and nibbling. I moan softly from my gut and the back of my throat.
You lean up to kiss me hard on the lips for a only a moment, then travel back down to my nipples, following your hands lower down my body, planting small, soft kisses everywhere. I arch my back slightly, pushing my body into you kisses. I want to please you, and I know I will, as long as I follow all of you instructions. As long as I listen to my heart and do what I know you want me to do.
You push down harder on me and kiss further down my body. You move your hands to either side of my torso, gripping my waist softly, you stop you kisses at my navel, and slowly lick at it, drawing lazy circles around it with your tongue.
I love the way you tease me so, it makes me feel giggley and giddy sometimes, and other times hot and sultry. Right now, I feel all of the above. I am full of happiness and giggles and love and lust and passion.
You sweep at my belly button one last time, then draw a lazy, wet line down my stummy with your tongue, to just about my freshly shaven sex. You can smell me as you already have me hot and wet with excitement. You inhale deeply, and lash you tongue out at my very sensitive clit, just once, and I gasp and jerk a little, having not expected it just yet.
You pull away, and slide the rest of the way down my legs placing small attentive kisses on my inner thighs, the top of my thighs, my knees, the soft sensitive skin on the sides of my knees. Licking softly, kissing down my shins. You stop at my feet and suck each of my red-toenail-polished toes into you mouth. I giggle slightly and wiggle my toes as you pull each one out of you warm mouth.
You smile up at me, and I smile back.
You move slowly to one far corner of the bed, pulling one of my ankles with you. Then from seemingly nowhere, you pull a rope up and tie it around my ankle.
You still smile at me, and I back.
Then you move to the other far corner and do the same with the other ankle.
Still, you smile, and I back.
I lay there, defenseless, yet I do not worry. I trust you, with my heart and soul and mind and body. These are the most precious gifts that you could ever possible receive from me, and that I could give, and they are all yours. When you finish tying me up, you climb back up on the bed like a big cat, a lion as it were, hunting your prey, quiet and unyielding.
I watch you with my blue/gray eyes, twinkling in the soft light of the candles burning all around the room. Slowly, you climb up to me and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
My body quivers slightly.
This is all so physically emotional for me, the collar, the binds, the kisses, the attention. I love every bit of it, but most of all, I love my Master.
I lay silent, softly kissing him back as you run your hands all over my body. Over my soft breasts, across my stomach, a finger circling my navel, down my left thigh, then back up my right thigh, a couple fingers running over the swollen lips of my already hot pussy. I rock my hips forward slightly at this, filled with the desire that can be read in my eyes.
You look deeply into my eyes, as you feel my boiling skin. You kiss me again, and then pull away smiling.
I look at nothing but you, watching you, trying to read you, to anticipate your next moves before you make them, yet I am unable. I can only lay there helpless...
To Be Continued...
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