| Lesbian: BDSM: Christmas Slave 24-12-06 (1/5) |
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It’s Saturday 23rd December. My partner, Donna, and I are curled up on the sofa. I ask her the same question that I have been asking for weeks. “What do you want for Xmas?” She smiles and says, “I know what I’d really like- I’d like you to be my slave again. I’d like a slave from tomorrow until boxing day night.” She looks at me with a wicked glint in her eye and a huge smile across her face. “I loved having you as a slave the other week.” “Ok if that’s what you want then I’ll be your slave over Xmas,” I reply. With that we curl up again but Donna can’t keep the smile off her face. I’m wondering what she is planning. I know not to ask though, I will find out over the next few days. When we go to bed she looks at me and says, “In the morning I want breakfast in bed; you are not allowed to wake me up until 10.30am. And from 3am this morning I want you sleeping at my feet, where slaves belong. Is this clear?” I nod my head; for the moment I still have my loving partner, but she will be gone in the morning. I cuddle up in her arms for now, waiting for 3am when I have to move. I move to the bottom of the bed, where it’s cold and lonely without Donna’s arms around me. Donna sleeps on oblivious. But I daren’t be at her side in the morning. I get up at 10am and prepare her breakfast. I walk into the bedroom at 10.30am. I wake her up for breakfast, she smiles and says, “You are a good slave.” She gets comfy and eats. I stay standing at the side of the bed. She passes me her plate when she has finished. “Now go wash up then come back up here and get me your collar from under the bed.” I pass her the collar and she tells me to get on my knees where she then puts my collar on. She grins from ear to ear saying, “I love this on you, it shows you as the dog that you are. Go run my bath and get my clothes out.” I do as you have instructed. You come into the bathroom and I have to wash you. In the bedroom you sit on the bed where I have to dry and clothe you. I brush and dry your hair. We go downstairs when I have finished. “Get me a drink and cigarette bitch, and put the telly on.” I return with your drink and you say, “I want you on your hands and knees in my presence all day. You will sit on the floor at my feet all day. You have five minutes to go wash and get on your slave outfit.” I crawl up the stairs and get into your dirty bath water; in the bedroom I put on my g-string, skimpy bra, fishnet stockings, suspender belt and stilettos. I crawl backwards down the stairs so as not to fall. I come and sit at your feet. You put your foot in my hands- you want massaging. After a while you kick me away and tell me to go and get my lead, the whip, the vibrating eggs, nipple clamps and the hand and ankle cuffs. When I come back down |
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oh, this is so good
