Reason # 52 To Wait Till Christmas Morning
By Emma DeFalco
| I knew who
the voice on the other end would be before I said "hello".
Swallowing before greeting Him, I could hear his tone, a mix of
disappointment and amusement. I should have mentioned, Master had a bit
of a camera fascination. "My Sweet.. Is there something you'd like to-
confess?" I stammered a bit before answering "Umm. N-no Master.. Of
course not!" I could virtually see him shaking his head through
the phone "Be prepared for me tonight. I am NOT pleased" as he hung up
abruptly. Biting my lip nervously, I shakily finished my chores, having
put dinner on the table as his car pulled in the driveway. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek as always, and we had a perfectly normal dinner. I thought I MIGHT be off the hook. With a smile he glanced at me and asked "Do you see that teddy bear under the tree" That bear, that DAMN bear! Only on a second glance did I see the TINY camera's eye hidden in its middle. Knowing I was caught, I lowered my gaze. Quietly Master instructed "Clear the dishes, then go undress. I will meet you downstairs." It was THEN that my heart began to race. I remember it perfectly, I was so nervous I was shaking as I followed his orders. While waiting downstairs, I fidgeted nervously. Master took his time, keeping me waiting a full 45 minutes (my eyes never left the clock). As much as I adored my Master's games and punishments, they intimidated me too. I don't think even he fully understands the grasp he has on me. When he finally descended the stairs I immediately rose and took my position beside his chair. It took me quite some time to get up the nerve to actually look at him. There he was, my ferocious Master, wearing a jolly red Santa suit! I didn't know whether to laugh or keep quiet, so I bit my lip and went with the safer of the two. "My Sweet," he began, his favorite pet name for me, the one I so adore, "You know there was a reason I wanted you to leave the box alone, don't you? I never ask anything of you without reason, and you usually trust me enough not to question me. Why was this different?" he gazed at me with an expression of disappointment, masked with a playful twinkle in his eye. "I-I'm sorry, Master. I only got so curious, I forgot myself" fixing my eyes on his boot (He had the complete costume, right down to the shoes!) He nodded and cupped my chin in his hand "I quite understand, girl. But you do know there are rules, don't you?" as he kissed my forehead and pulled a chair from the corner of the room. He motioned me to the chair as he stood back, his hands behind his back. I scampered quickly to the waiting chair as Master handed me a red thong and a pair of boots "I can't be the ONLY one dressed up tonight" he said with a grin. As I put on the boots and sat back down, he looped some rope around my feet, securing them to the chair. He then came around behind me and handed me a loose fitting pink teddy. I slid it down, the silky fabric sliding over my body with ease, my nipples standing firm against the thin fabric., He then slid a jacket much like his own around my shoulders, before weaving my arms through the back of the chair. Once I was securely in place, he tied a jolly loop of ribbon around my middle, before sliding a small wreath of holly around my neck. I bit my lip as the holly bit lightly into my skin, but of course, Master knew what he was doing. Completing the ensemble by fastening some red tape over my lips, he stepped back and exclaimed "Perfect! You seem like a work of art!" (Thinking back now, I can only chuckle at the irony!) He walked around me slowly, examining every bit of me, every now and then bending to kiss some part of my body, slide his hand between my legs (While I am perfectly aware he knew of the moisture there before he touched me.) He bent to a box, slightly larger than the box which was the cause of all this mayhem. As I glanced at the box he smiled at me, "My Sweet... I have something very special in this box." As he reached inside and drew out 3 ornaments. 2 were the same size, 1 was slightly larger. I gazed with wonderment at the ornaments. Craning my neck to view them easier, I gave Master a most confused look. I couldn't understand their purpose. He smiled at me and tilted the ornaments so I could get a better look. These ornaments were special. They had clips at the base rather than a hook, and given the gleam in his eye, I knew right what was coming. He placed the larger of the balls between my legs "I'll need this back unbroken after tonight, my dear." He then slipped a hand into the teddy and pulled it down, easily exposing my breasts. My nipples standing erect with sheer excitement, he simply stood there stroking my breasts for a long moment. Before I knew it, there was that all too familiar rush of pleasure mixed with pain, as Master attached one ornament to my left nipple. I let out a tiny yelp as the sensation grew. Master chuckled and whispered "Oh. You might notice I had these weighted a bit, I hope you don't mind." I simply smiled at him. As much as this was meant to be a punishment, we both knew I loved it as much as he did. He walked slowly around me, before picking up a camera and snapping some quick shots "This is just TOO lovely to pass up!" He resumed stroking my right breast with great attention, before attaching the remaining ornament. I moaned, a mix of pain and divine pleasure. Master smiled at me, obviously approving of my reaction to his treatment. "Oh, my Sweet! You make it impossible to even pretend to be angry with you!" as he bent to kiss my forehead affectionately, the fake beard tickling my cheek. He picked up the digital camera and backed toward the door "I'll be right back" as he flashed a winning smile and stepped out and I heard him dash upstairs. As I sat there, ornaments on my breasts, one between my legs, and the holly prickling at my neck, you might say I was in QUITE a hurry for his return. When he returned nearly half an hour later, he was holding a piece of paper. He held the paper up for me to see, a PERFECT replica of the scene here tonight. I gasped through the gag, amazed as I always am by Master's incredible talent. He has a way of capturing the essence of our moments together. He began to untie my bonds from the chair, removing the ornament from between my legs (Unbroken, I might add) and ever-so-slowly removing the clips from my now aching nipples, taking special care to massage them gently with sweet oil. After removing the gag and kissing me, he smiled proudly at me and handed a box to me. "You have more than earned this early present, my Sweet." I looked at him with a smile before cautiously tearing away the paper. It appeared just another box, until I got inside. There was the toy I had shyly asked him about so long ago. In true holiday spirit, there was a glass anal plug, in the form of a candy cane. I picked it up and grasped it, a little intimidated by its girth. Master took my head in his hands and gazed into my eyes. "We have many, many things to discover together, girl. You have no experience with these, correct?" I shook my head, still too astonished to speak. He reached for my hand and smiled "We're going upstairs now. And don't even THINK you're going to sleep." With my toy in my hand and Master by my side, we climbed the steps together. I could only IMAGINE what was to happen that night..... |
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