It was for him to do with it all as he pleased. Destroy it, preserve it, stain or mare it - It was all in his hands because that too was part of the birthday gift.
When I'd finished putting it on I hadn't expected to come out from the bathroom and find him sitting - almost villain-like in one of the chairs, facing my entrance, one leg lazily crossed over the other. I explained the perks of the gift, and walked over to him, certainly not needing to be beckoned into my Master's parlor at this point.
What happened next was completely unexpected. There were no flogs, no cuffs, no rope, no toys even. Just the ridiculously gentle touch of Master's hands sliding over my body. And not even sliding over the most sensitive places I have! The bodystocking worked against me as his fingers slipped over the well-fitting threads, the feel of the gentle touch had me wet and weak before his fingers even began to slip through my hair.
He ignored my breasts, pointedly ignored my clit and most of the area surrounding it. His demands came surprisingly as the edge of orgasm rushed up on me and his command to cum brought the desired reaction. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't in control, I was already lost in a shivery haze of gentle pleasure. I didn't even register the actual orgasm myself until his fantastic purr of "good girl" slipped into my ear.
Again and again, struggling to stand, wanting him to stop the teasing, being on the verge of begging for mercy, he would command that I cum. Every time he demanded it my body obeyed, even as I shuddered in disbelieving pleasure. The orgasms weren't earth-shattering, they weren't causing me to squirt or anything like that, but dammit they felt good <3 And I was certainly becoming a shivering wet, dripping mess by the 3rd or 4th one.
I don't remember just how many it took to bring me to my knees, but I know it happened. Then it was towards the bed we went. I remember the pictures, mostly because a day or so later I flipped through them on Master's camera. I remember being so wet that even while on my hands and knees on the bed he barely had to touch me to be able to show me just how dripping wet I was. And still he hadn't ran his incredible touch over the places I wanted it so badly.
I was his happy delirious and soaking wet whore. His pet, his toy, and dammit was he ever good at playing with me.
His cock has always felt good, awesome, the perfect size to fill me up, never hurting or ruining the pleasures. It filled me slowly, his voice calm and steady, words barely understood, mostly the understanding was from the tone, the inflection, those few full words that actually made it into my head. Every now and again even those failed me, and I think I had to ask him to repeat himself once or twice, I was just too far gone.
Too far gone and still he hadn't stroked my clit, pinched my nipples or even pushed into my sopping needy pussy entirely. He stretched things out delightfully, filled me and covered me with his wonderful cum. And by the end of everything I'm pretty sure I came 7 or 8 times easily. If not closer to a dozen.
Master enjoyed his birthday present, even if it was a little late in coming, and I certainly enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed it. ^_^ Much snuggling and liquids afterward, a good cleaning (albeit kind of cold since he didn't want me to fall asleep until I'd had a chance to wind down good enough), and I slept like a rock. I don't think he had a hard time falling asleep either.
But! More about the vacation later, for now I want to spend the last 24 hours I have with him, you know, actually with him, so I'll write more on the other scenes later. <3
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