100 Centimetres - Experience 18

Ironically, in this mass populated world we live in, fate saw fit that I find the Dominant that shares the same birthday as myself. The same day with a 'few' years apart, I muse to myself. I've never celebrated my birthday in a cold climate before and I certainly haven't celebrated it with you in person until now. What a wonderful privilege Master.

We had planned a pretty relaxed day with an evening shared with friends coming for dinner and a drink or two siting by the fire in the backyard. I had even made you a red velvet cake covered in divine cream cheese icing, decorated with red cake crumbs and shaved almonds whilst you were working late yesterday. Both being organised people, everything was prepared the day before. Food dishes were prepped and in the fridge, drinks ready to place in ice tomorrow, wood for the fire in the backyard. Decorations and table settings in place.

When I awoke on said day though, I just wasn't feeling myself. Tired, I could feel the fatigue in my muscles. With an alarm clock chiming it's persistent shrill, I turned it off, wrapped my blanket around me and curled up in the fetal position. I remember dozing back off, the thought of being disciplined for this in the back of my mind but sleep won this round.

Your gentle touch woke me. Pulling me from my slumber and the world of dreams. "Master"? I murmur sleepily. Opening my eyes, blinking several times while they adjusted to the light, your face finally came into focus. What greeted me was a face of concern. "Are you okay"? you ask, in a caring, worried tone. "Just... really tired", I whisper back to you, pulling my blanket closer to my body. You stare at me for several long seconds, pondering, before extending your hand out to me, pulling me up off my spot on the floor,

Leading me over to the side of your bed, you push me down so I fall against the mattress, I could feel the softness of the dark blue comforter against my naked flesh. Through barely open eyes, I could see you watching me. Under your intense gaze, I could feel my nipples become hard, a blush spreading across my pale cheeks, exposed and bare to my Masters watchful eyes. I was aware of every breath, the rise and fall of my chest as you continued to observe me.

After some time, you pull a silver satin blindfold from behind your back. My eyes go wide with anticipation as to what you had planned to do with my blind folded self. I did not have to wait long to find out. Placing the blind fold gently over my eyes before securing it behind the back of my head, you run your fingers slowly up and down my arms.

Then you pause. For a few minutes, I do not feel your touch at all. Concentrating on the air I'm inhaling into my lungs, before exhaling, a slow, steady rhythm. But I am not without you for long my Master. I feel your hand on my shoulder, covered in a warm massage oil, your magic fingers working their way into my tight muscles. I quietly moan as you relieve the fatigue I had been feeling as you work your way down my body.

Starting at my shoulders, then my arms. Feeling your warm, slippery fingers massage my breasts, making circles over my hard, sensitive nipples. I couldn't help but squirm a little and a moan escaped my lips. I was half expecting you to pinch, slap or twist my nipples but you did neither. Just slow, agonisingly teasing circles. I could feel your warm breath on my neck, before feeling the delightful pleasure of your lips against my flesh.

Every time your lips touched my skin, it would send a wave of warmth throughout my body, bringing to life every nerve within. I couldn't help but shiver under your touch, the sensations you were awakening inside me are pure delight. A trail of burning kisses across my shoulders, your teeth grazing my neck, a whimper escaping my lips, my skin crawling with deep desire for its owner.

And just like that, you stopped. Your warm touch dissolved, your shielding presence vanished. My sense of sight still concealed by the satin blindfold, I tried to listen for you. Your scent still lingered and it confused me as to whether you were still in the room or had left. I take a deep breath and try and calm my heart rate. You hadn't given me permission to remove the blindfold, nor get up from your bed.

Concentrating on my breathing, the rise and fall of my chest, the air being inhaled and exhaled from my body lulled me into a light slumber. Waking when your fingers remove the blindfold from my eyes, the light quite blinding after my time in darkness. My fingers reach up to touch your face, outlining your lips, feeling your stubble across my soft skin before entwining into your dark hair.

"Come with me, little one", you whisper, helping me up from your bed. I follow your naked self, as you lead me into the bathroom, my hand holding yours, caressing, enjoying the enchanting sensation of the connection. Upon entering the bathroom, I see the bath tub full of hot, steaming water, bubbles covering the surface. I sighed a grateful sigh. This is just what my weary body needed. A long soak in the heated water.

With every part of your clothing removed, revealing every naked part of your body, it was a true delight to my eyes. If I wasn't so drained of energy, I would have absolutely made a comment about you being 'eye candy'. Climbing naked into the bath first, you pull me into the bath, placing me between your legs, my head resting against your chest. Eyes closed as you bathe me, massaging my aching muscles. So gentle, loving, caring. The touch of a protector and caretaker.

How long did we sit there Master? Time seems to fade away when I am by your side. Even more so when you hold me tightly against you in the bath it seems. But all good things must come to an end including the warmth in the water. When it seemed like neither of us could stand the cooled temperature anymore, we both climb out pretty quickly.

I take a soft, dark blue towel from one of the towel racks and start to dry you off. Starting with your hair, before drying your back, placing soft kisses as I went. Drying the water droplets from your neck, your hair covered chest, kissing every part. Kneeling down before you, the soft bath mat under my knees, I look up to gain your permission before going any further.

With an ever so slight nod of your head, I wrap my fingers around your still water droplet covered cock, stroking it, up and down, feeling it harden in my hands as the blood begins to swell within it. As I place the tip in my mouth, my eyes glance up and meet yours, my tongue teasingly, swirling around the tip before sliding down the the whole underside of your shaft.

Leaving a trail of warm wetness, my tongue slides back to the tip of your cock, sucking it into my mouth, feeling the heat emanating as you continue to grow. My mouth full of your cock, I glance up to look at you before moving my mouth up and down your cock, sucking it, my tongue running along every side.

Your delicious precum was leaking abundantly into my dedicated mouth. I feel your fingers work their way into my hair, pushing your cock further into my mouth and into my throat. I concentrate on holding my breath, trying not to choke on your swollen cock, before you release my head and allow me to breathe again. I instantly start sucking your cock again, your entire shaft glistening with mixed precum and saliva.

I can feel your cock start to twitch, so hot and thick. You once again place your hands on the back of my head and start thrusting in and out of my warm, awaiting mouth. With each thrust, you quicken your pace, my mouth is yours to use, my Master. Your eyes close momentarily, as I feel your cock start to erupt, filling my mouth with your precious, hot cum.

"Don't swallow yet", you instruct, removing your cock from my now cum filled mouth. I stay there on the bathroom floor, knelt before you for sometime, while you take photos of your little slut. Finally, you give the word that I can swallow. I gulp down your cum, my tongue licking my lips at the end.

You help me up off the bathroom floor, my legs had gone to sleep from kneeling so long on the tiled floor. Lifting me up onto the bench in the bathroom, I gasp as my arse touches the cold surface. "Wait there", you instruct as you leave the bathroom. Returning moments later with... a marker? Now I was confused. "Watch" you command, directing my attention to the mirror. Removing the maker lid, you place it against the skin on my left breast.

I watch quietly as you write your initials in big letters but the ink didn't stay on my skin. I look up at you puzzled but you just point back to the mirror. On my right breast you write LITTLE ONE, kissing my neck as our gaze meets in the mirror.

You then spread my legs and write CUM DUMP just above my naked pussy. Your fingers teasingly tracing the outline of my already wet pussy lips before moving your hands to my face. With a kiss on my forehead, you write a final word, right where you kissed me. I could feel the marker but I couldn't see what you were writing. When you were finished writing, you say that I had better get organised for our guests.

With about half an hour to go before the first of our guests would arrive, I was rushing around trying to get dressed with makeup and hair to go. My blonde curls were a mess, I honestly looked like a mop. I didn't really make much of an effort with my outfit. Chucking in a pair of dark grey cargo pants and a white tank top. My hair ended up in a messy bun on top of my head. I walk up the hallway to check if you were ready for tonight and end up walking straight into you.

"That isn't what you are wearing tonight" you say to me in an amused tone. I look up slowly, a puzzled look on my face. You laugh when you see the confusion that paints your submissive's face. "Come with me", you command, holding out your hand. Taking your warm hand, I smile as you lead me into your bedroom. Always a man of mystery.

A beautiful silver gown, adorned in a pattern of flowers made from glitter lays across the bed. You remove the hair tie from my hair, my blonde curls cascading down my back. From inside a jewellery box, you hand me alluring silver star ornaments. "I shall leave these with you to place and for you to dress" you murmur, kissing me, your lips lingering just long enough to be a tease, before leaving the room.

Inhaling a deep breath, I turn to the bed again, gazing upon my outfit for the night. He's turning me into a lady for the night, I muse. I strip out of my all casual outfit and place the gown over my head, the silky material tumbling down my body, stopping centimetres from the floor.

Glancing up, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Pale white skin, blonde hair, silver dress. My grey eyes became so colourful and stood out. My already large breasts appeared even more enormous in the gown. I couldn't help but smile. My owner knows what he is doing. I walk closer to the mirror, the hair ornaments in my hand. I start to place them in a intricate design across my hair, filling in the design with more stars as I went. When at last the box is empty, I step back to admire my handiwork.

With an additional of some light make up and a pair of silver heels, my outfit is finally complete. Dressed like a princess I laugh internally to myself. I walk down the stairs, my fingers running along the railing as I descend, careful to not trip in my heels. To be united on the bottom step with my Master, holding out your hand. I reach for your hand using it to steady myself, feeling your warmth.

Taking your hand to my lips, kissing the back of your hand, before teasingly taking the very tip of your fingers into my hot, wet mouth. A quick flick with my wet tongue against your fingers before releasing your hand prior to walking off in the direction of the kitchen. Sending a playful smirk at you over my shoulder, briefly catching the amused look on your face and then hearing your laughter behind me was like music to my ears.

I know I will pay for that later tonight. I wonder if you knew how much I longed for it? What would you come up with? I start to set out the cheese and fruit platters on the kitchen bench as well as several bottles of wine and a bottle of the finest bourbon for my Master. One by one, guests start to arrive and so our night of playing hosts begins.

After eating dinner, you light the fire in the fire pit outside. Before letting me outside, you place a silver sash around my forehead. Despite my deathly curious nature, I don't ask why you did that and just join everyone else outside. Collecting a stick to toast some marshmallows, a cocktail in hand, and settling into a chair to stare into the intense flames.

As the night cooled off, I could feel my nipples hardening in the frosted night air. I glance up from my drink and meet your eyes from across the fire, the flaming glow making your dark eyes pools of endlessness. Hypnotic, enticing, beckoning. If I could hear your thoughts, it was as though you were calling to me.

In a trance, I stand up to make my way over to you, my gown silhouetting my every move, your eyes locked with mine. In mere moments I was before you. You pulled me into your lap, your arms wrapped tightly around me, my head resting on your shoulder. Both of us sitting, watching the flames of the fire. Content for a time, until a wonderfully wicked idea decided to invade my thoughts.

A devious smile crept across my face as I slowly lifted my lips towards your neck. Breathing softly on your neck. Kissing your neck ever so gently, nipping on your ear. Inhaling your scent, my Master's smell intoxicating me. My kisses became more earnest, my fingers playing with the buttons on your shirt, automatically undoing the top one, then the next. Your chest hair now visible, and something my fingers had to touch. I didn't realise how much I was squirming in your lap until your grip on my body tightened and your breathing quickened.

When I looked around, I saw that all our guests had actually left while I was sitting in your lap. I took this opportunity to pull my dress up my legs, exposing my pale white thighs and turn so I could straddle you in your chair. Your lips claimed mine as your hands found their way to my breasts, stroking my erect nipples through the satiny material. My hips started to move in a figure of eight, as if they had a mind of their own, feeling your cock grow in your pants.

My pussy flooding itself with anticipation of being speared upon that enormous, hot appendage I was wiggling on. With a low growl, you push me off you, rising from your seat, a wild and animalistic look in your eyes. You strip me bare in mere seconds, including removing the sash from my forehead. My naked body, wearing nothing but your drawings from earlier, glowing in the dark, exposed to the elements. The icy wind soaring through the night air, the warmth of the crackling fire, your initials glowing on my left breast, little one written on my right breast, cum dump on my bare cunt.

How I could I stand there and not feel proud? Completely on display for my owner and the universe to witness. Possessed in every sense but my spirit felt so free. The burden of a past life didn't exist with you. A new life that was entirely gratifying and rewarding. I had become more than I had ever dreamed to be possible.

Your hands on my body snapped my thoughts back to reality. You held me from behind, pressed up against me, your fingers running along the outline of my jaw, down my neck, my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, my pussy, the inside of my thighs, my arse. Every inch of skin touched was ignited by your touch. From behind, you push against my body, promptly me to move forward. Directing me inside the house and up the stairs, all the while, positioned behind me. Not so much as the slightest margin of space between us.

Once at the top, we walk together into the spare bedroom. You hand me a box of matches and gesture to me to light the abundance of candles placed throughout the room. Each one lit, flickering and adding another depth of glowing light to the interior of the room. I must have lit at least fifty candles, finally lighting the last one, when I feel your large hands upon me once again. Warm against my chilled skin.

Not for the first time today, you place the silver blind fold across my eyes, securing it behind my head. Completely blind. I feel the roughness of rope against my wrists as you work to tie them. Eventually positioning my back against one of the end posts of the four poster bed. Raising my hands above my head, you secure them to the post. I go to speak but your finger touches my lips, silencing any words I would have ever thought to speak.

"Just stay. I want to admire you" you say as you sit in the white leather armchair situated in the corner. I can't see you, my Master but I can certainly feel your eyes upon my body. There was a modern pendulum clock featured in the room. Every second that passed was counted by the sway of the pendulum. Left and right. Feeling the heat from the candles placed around the room, the desire within spreading like wildfire through my body. My skin was ablaze, petitioning to feel it's owners touch.

I could feel the heat spreading from between my legs, causing my pussy to moisten even more. How I longed to feel you inside of me, using me for your pleasure. How hard it is stand still when I all wanted to do was to kneel in front of you and worship your cock. It's mind blowing what a slave will do to obey their owners though. So stand still I did. For what felt like hours but was probably close to mere minutes. Hearing your clothes rustle suddenly actually gave me a fright as I had grown accustomed to the flickering sounds of the candles and nothing else.

I could just imagine you undressing Master. Envisioning each layer removed revealing more of your delightful body. Your warm fingers touching my nipples, pulling them, pinching them, slapping them. I bite my lip to stop from whimpering as you knew how much I loved when you played with my massive tits. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips when I felt the sharp pain of the nipple clamp you attached to my left nipple. Realising it wasn't just a normal nipple clamp when you finally realised my breast as I felt an added weight pull and tug against my clamped nipple.

Biting my lip, I prepare myself for the clamp that is most certainly to be attached to my right nipple. And attach it you did. Feeling the same piercing pain and weight on the right side. My already heavy breasts felt so much more heavier with these weights attached. Swinging from my imprisoned nipples. I hadn't realised my breathing had quickened until I hear you whisper "Breathe" against my ear. Inhaling a deep breath, I try to steady my breathing, focusing on the swaying I can hear from the pendulum.

You untie my wrists from the post, allowing them to fall to my side. Now I really felt the weight of the clamps that you had attached. You push me face down to bend over the bed, my arse in the air. Using your foot to spread my legs apart, exposing my pussy and arsehole. A loud smacking sound echos the room as you spank my left arse cheek, followed by the right. Again and again. Reddening them both with the outline of your hand. I squirm against the cover, moaning as you mark your sluts arse.

You push something between my lips, big and rubbery. Even without my sense of sight, I know that I have a butt plug in my mouth. My tongue runs along the outline of its shape, wetting it with my saliva. Something cold and wet drips on top of my arse, dripping between my cheeks. Your fingers start to rub the cold liquid into my skin, circling my arsehole. Teasingly pushing your lubricated finger slightly inside before taking it out. You remove the now very wet butt plug from between my mouth and place the tip at the tip at my hole.