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Rebecca

Yes, it’s that time of year. My birthday. My day off. Normally, my master would just be that little more considerate by lavishing me with a present; usually a new type of butt plug or nipple clamp, a collar even, but sometimes with a meal out, somewhere posh. This year, he has chosen to try something completely different.

I’m not sure what compelled him to do this, but it goes against the grain and I find myself in a quandary. I may just be a total air-head, but I’m finding it difficult.

He has given me the day off from being submissive, period. He called it something like role reversal. He wants me to be dominant and for him to be treated the way I yearn to be treated.

So, I prepared myself for my birthday and decided to start the day by buying my master something nice to wear to work. I do hope he likes it. Maybe, he will think about what he does for me in a different light.

It’s nearly eight in the morning; three minutes to go until my birthday starts and then I have sixteen hours of dominance, whatever that means. I can’t say I completely understand what it is I have to do, but I will knuckle down and try my best. I have some surprises that are tucked up my sleeve and a friend to help me out.

I must remember not to bow my head when he enters. He did leave me instructions and I have read them eight times already. I do hope I get this right.

I’m excited. I really am and I can’t wait to present him with my present. I will let him finish in the shower and let him dry off; wait for him on the edge of the bed. Smiling.

Master

What was I thinking of! A single moment of madness that overcame me. I yearned for something different, I suppose. But really, what was I thinking when I offered Rebecca this option.

I mean, I’m looking at the contraption she has handed me. A black and very small leather garment with four holes in it; I know what three of them are for, my waist, and two legs. The other hole, I am reliably informed are for my testicles.

Rebecca smiles at me as she helps me wriggle into the pants. With them snuggly pulling in my resistant flesh she opens the fourth hole as wide as she dares and reaches inside. After grabbing my balls she pulls them through the hole and lets them dangle there; free as a bird on the outside.

I wasn’t expecting the leather strap to be all that effective until she tugged my testicles downwards.

I had to smile at her as she giggled; obviously relishing her task as master.

I stood there, tongue in cheek, watching her slowly gather up my balls, wrap the leather strap around the base and tie it off in a very secure bow; the strap almost cutting off the blood flow completely. She tugged at them to make sure they were free of any snags.

After admiring her handiwork, she let me get dressed for work.

Rebecca

It made me smile. I must admit, this was the first time I had ever seen my master’s cock on the inside and his balls on the outside of his pants. I saw him to the door and gave his balls a little tug before he left the house.

I don’t know what I was thinking when I spanked his butt as he left. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

“Be naughty for me, won’t you,” I shouted as he left the house.

I closed the door and pondered my next act of dominance.

Master

It felt uncomfortable, to say the least. Having my testicles on the outside of my pants felt odd. Every step I took caused the leather tie to chaff against my trousers, my testicles twisted and my cock stiffened.  It wouldn’t be right to board the train for London with a hard-on.

I took smaller steps. It didn’t help.

I was thrilled to be able to grab a seat on the busy tube. I rested all my parts, which now only jiggled from side to side. I couldn’t help but look up the thighs of the attractive lady opposite me. When our eyes met, she smiled, knowing that I was admiring her slender stockinged legs. My lip curled as I wondered how she would take my hand on her backside. Questions flooded my senses. The carriage jerked and my laptop bag half leapt from my hand; catching in my pants, dragging my balls with it.

It hurt! But I had to smile to myself. Rebecca had been confidently inventive.

I alighted the train at Holborn station and ascended the escalators. Normally I would walk, but the action of walking upwards put me off after the fourth step, so I tucked myself into the right-hand side and let the escalator take the strain.

I got to the top and heard my phone buzz. It wasn’t until I got outside and started to walk towards the office that I looked at the message.

She was a cheeky little bugger.

Rebecca

I had to guess where he would have been in the journey but it seemed I timed it just right. It took him a while to respond to my text. I smiled as he replied that it had been a little discomforting. I asked him whether it thrilled him to have his testicles brush against his trousers.

He replied that it was uncomfortable. I sent back the message to request clarification of the fact and he duly responded.

I felt a sudden twang of delight in the pit of my stomach at my response. I don’t think he expected it. He went a little quiet and finally, he responded in kind.

Finally!

Master

Fuck! I couldn’t believe it; I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the words on my phone. People bumped into me, others rapidly twisted their bodies to one side and made haste around me. There would be what? Repercussions? Punishment for not being thrilled at the freedom she had allowed me to have – down there?

And punishment for not addressing her as Mistress?

That was when I knew I had gone too far. I looked at my watch it was nine o’clock, but it was the wrong nine o’clock.

I finally reached the office and headed to the washroom; more to jiggle the hairs of my testicles free from being pinched against the leather strap or the side of the leather orifice they were poking through. I had a piss at the same time, but that too was fraught with logistical problems.

It was awkward, trying to pee while not trying to pull the pants down too far. I found I had to sit rather than stand; which in itself was rather embarrassing for me.

I shook my head. It was going to be a long day.

Rebecca

I left it for about thirty minutes; giving him time to settle into his seat, log his laptop on and start working.

I inserted a finger into my pussy and then sent the text message.

I waited.

Yes, mistress, came the response. I smiled and started to finger myself with some urgency while I waited. I quickly typed and sent another text, telling him how wet I was with my finger inside my pussy and that he should hurry and help me climax. I told him I was relying on him.

What went unsaid was implied.

I kept myself on the verge of climax and stared at my phone, fingering, waiting, fingering and then I started to bring myself off.

The first image of his dangling balls, framed against his thighs and mid-thigh trousers with the toilet cubicle door as a backdrop took me to the edge. The second image of him fondling his balls was even better and when he tugged them downwards, I exploded; lifting my bum off the bed and creamed into my hand as my fingers plummeted my depths.

The whole episode was such a rush and it took me a few minutes to compose myself and look at his remaining texts; asking me whether he had satisfied me and whether he could go back to work. There was no mistress at the end of either of them.

I had to remind him; let him know that he had forgotten something.

I simply cannot explain the pleasure it brought me to see those words appear.

Master

I can’t believe I did that. It was bad enough sending the ‘yes, mistress,’ text but going to the washroom, taking my trousers down in a cubicle and photographing my testicles to send her pictures of my bits was rather demeaning.

I know I do that to her; ask her to show off her tits, take a picture and send it to me, and I know she complies with my requests every time. Hell, I’ve even had her masturbate on a chair in a public bar once. Though I had to admit, that was such a turn on.

What will she think of next?

Rebecca

I’m all dressed like a tart and I can’t wait to spend lunch with my Master, sorry slave, I must get used to that term. I’ve managed to catch the tube without catching the attention of all these lascivious young men.

I’ve told him to meet me in the Holborn Dining Room; an oak-panelled bar that’s a stone’s throw from where he works. I’ve already ordered him a dry Martini; rather James Bond-like – don’t you think.

I see him enter and wave to get his attention. He looks dapper as he makes his way towards me. I point to the seat and smile at him. I tell him he may kiss me, which he does. Rather too well, I have to say. His arm reaches around me to pull me closer, but he catches on to my wagging finger and soon releases me.

I wonder where he gets these ideas from that he can just touch me whenever he feels like it. That’s not the rules – is it! He should know better.

We’re actually sat at Scarfes bar, on the leather and velvet upholstered high stools, the pearl in the necklace of this refurbished hotel. In the corner, the open fire roars like a lion.

I reach out to touch his thigh and accidentally slide my hand over his balls. You should have seen his face.

The shrimp burgers that I ordered arrive and silence takes over as we start to eat. I tell him how much I’m looking forward to getting him home tonight. The irony of my words is not lost on him as I can see him contemplate whether I mean pleasure or pain.

The meal is finished off with the last sips of the wine.

Now for some fun!

Master

We had had such a nice time, a lovely meal, some wine, even though the conversation was a little double-edged. Rebecca surprised me when she slipped off the stool and stood in front of me. She leaned in towards me and her words shocked at first.

I shook my head as if to refuse. Her stern stare with her head cocked to one side said otherwise.  

“Here?” I whispered.

Rebecca just nodded, “right here,” she replied.

I slipped my hands down to unzip my trousers and slipped off the stool.

Hidden by the two high-backed stools on both sides, and Rebecca in front of me, I felt her hand slip inside my trousers, bundle up my balls and caress them. My cock responded and started to stand to attention. Rebecca tugged my balls downwards, sharply, which only made my cock jerk even more. I could feel it tent my trousers and I knew my coat was at least six feet away; hanging on one of the ornate coat stands that were spaced throughout the bar.

Rebecca tugged my balls three maybe four times; all the while giggling and leaning in to whisper in my ear. When she had finished with me, she zipped me back up and tapped my hardened cock.

“Don’t you dare explode until you get home,” she ordered.

With that, she left me, exposed to those nosey eyes that turned towards me to see what was going on. To say I was self-conscious was a bit of an understatement. I hurried to where my coat was hanging to find that Rebecca had already picked it off the hook and was carrying it towards the door. I followed in haste. Much haste, behind her.

By the time I caught up with her at the entrance, my cock was back to normal.

“Enjoy that, did you?” she asked, turning to me and handing me my coat.

I shook my head, but inside, I had to smile at her actions as I remembered that only a month ago to this day, I had her sat in that very bar, pleasuring herself; a firm case of double standards if you ask me.

Rebecca

I wanted to tease him all the way to his place of work, but I had to make my way back home and prepare the evening’s festivities. I had invited Jennifer over for the evening and she had agreed to my plan. I licked my lips as I waltzed through the local food store picking up remaining items I needed while unable to resist those that caught my evil eye.

Master

Rather surprisingly, the rest of the day went without incident. I’m not sure how I got away with it, but I was expecting further trips to the loo with my phone. They didn’t happen. It was rather eerily quiet on the Western front.

After work, I made my way to the tube station and crammed myself onto it; along with a few hundred other people vying for the same space. I couldn’t help but look down on the four foot something woman that was squashed into my chest, or rather her breasts that were squashed. She had ample cleavage which was struggling to be contained. I swear if it wasn’t for the volume of people, they would have spilt over the edge of her inadequate clothing.

I watched as they wobbled. I felt my cock start to rise; not a good thing to happen unless you’re with someone that wants it to.

Within six or so stops the volume of people started to recede. More space only provided more opportunity to look around at all the beauty on display. It was a shame that most of them were either lesbian or not interested in my world at all. It was all very limiting, but I was more than happy with Rebecca.

Talking of which, my phone buzzed. I read the text.

Rebecca

I sent him a text to tell him what to do when he entered the house. Shoes off, straight to the bathroom to get showered and to dress in the clothes that had already been laid out on the bed. He replied as he should have. I was pleased to see he was catching on and slightly disappointed as well.

I started to wonder whether he gets disappointed when I behave myself as he expects me to. I made a mental note of the thought.

Master

I entered the house, removed my shoes and headed to the bathroom. I shouted that I was home and the smell of the food that greeted me was heavenly.

Rebecca never replied.

I showered, remembering not to remove my leather pants or the leather tie that seemed to be turning my balls a darker shade of blue; the shower gel eased my concerns for a while and after drying, dressed in the black slacks and white shirt that was on the bed.

I was to wait on the bed for Rebecca to fetch me.

The bedroom doors opened and my mouth opened in awe.

Jennifer

I could tell he was well out of his comfort zone. His mouth dropped open at the sight of my long legs in stockings and suspenders topped off with high heels. The rest of me was of course, completely naked. My breasts wobbled for a while before I came to a halt.

Normally, he would have slapped them or pinched my nipples but I knew he dare not because Rebecca had not told him to do it. I stood to one side and asked him to follow me to the dining room.

I could feel his eyes bore under my skin causing my nipples to rise and become stiff. My pussy leaked, but I wasn’t sure whether that was because of Rebecca or him.

Rebecca

I watched as he followed behind Jennifer to sit in the chair opposite her. I sat at the head of the table. The place, normally reserved for him. Jennifer actually served the meal for us as I watched with interest at his uncomfortableness.

“Did you enjoy today?” I said out loud.

“Yes Mistress,” came the reply.

“Get up and take your trousers and top off and put them in a neat pile over there on the chair,” I said without warning.

My Master got up and stripped, doing as I said; leaving him in just the pants and nicely exposed pair of testicles that were on display.

We ate, we drank wine, we chatted about what happened that day. My Master spoke when he was offered to join in. He was getting this completely and I must admit, I loved him for it.

Jennifer stood over him to serve the strawberries and cream dessert and turned to me.

“Rebecca, may I?”

I nodded.

Jennifer reached down and cupped his balls, rolling her hands over them before tugging them outwards from his body; as best the chair would allow.

I could see my Master wince at the sudden movement. It amused me. It looked like it thrilled Jennifer.

Jennifer

I loved it. The feel of his balls in my hand and the power to do whatever I wanted, caused a rush of adrenaline through my body. Fuck! It was awesome and I couldn’t wait for later.

I secretly wanted to prise his cock out and tease the head, but Rebecca forbade that. There were still rules to be adhered to.

Master

I was indignant at having to wait for Jennifer to stop mauling me before I filled my mouth with the strawberries and cream, but at least time was getting on and there were only three hours left, what could possibly go wrong between now and then?

With the lovely meal finished, and it was a lovely meal indeed, we sat there in silence. Rebecca had outstripped her cooking abilities tenfold.

I stared straight at Jennifer, who was smiling back at me; grinning more like.

There was an eerie silence about the room. Unnerving. I glanced, with my eyes only, to Rebecca, whose eyes were fixed on me.

“Shall we retire to the bedroom,” she announced.

I stood up. Only seconds behind Rebecca.

“I didn’t tell you to rise, did I,” she scolded me, “I was referring to Jennifer and me.”

I sat back down and lowered my head so that she couldn’t see me smile. She stood and walked behind me.

“There will be repercussions,” she said, stroking my hair as she walked past.

“Come, follow us.”

I stood up again and followed both Jennifer and Rebecca to the bedroom.

Rebecca

Earlier, I had told Jennifer to place a chair in front of the bed. It was perfectly placed. I motioned to my Master to sit in it. I then had to adjust his posture until his balls were hanging over the edge. I pulled his pants down as far as they would go just to see his stiffened cock stand to attention.

“Excited, are we?”

My Master nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

I never touched his cock. I never intended to. I moved to the bed while removing my one-piece white lace gown. Slipped my bum onto it and opened my legs to my Master’s gaze.

Jennifer

My lips were watering, standing behind her Master. Watering, because of the length of his cock that was sticking straight up into the air and watering because of the delicious pussy that was so wantonly on display. What a choice?

But there was no choice to be made. I slipped past the chair smiling at her Master and biting my lip in wicked anticipation before kneeling before Rebecca’s chalice. My tongue slipped over her pussy lips and I licked and parted them with my tongue before slipping it inside. She tasted heavenly and I could just see her play with her breasts from over the top of her mound.

Rebecca started to moan out loud, gripped my head tightly and pulled my mouth closer to her sex. She rocked her bottom from the bed and rubbed her lips over my mouth. My tongue started to flick and lick at her clitoris but she was moving too energetically to get enough purchase to make it worthwhile. I relented and pushed my tongue between her open folds and sucked on them.

Rebecca was working herself up to wonderful orgasm and it was turning me on listening to her.

She eventually propped herself up on her elbows and looked her Master in the eyes as I finally got to suck her clit between my lips.

Master

I was surprised that both women decided to miss me out of the festivities. Still, it was sexy, horny and erotic to see Jennifer buried between Rebecca’s thighs. I had seen that sight before and I never, ever tired of it. But this time, I was not in charge of what they did, or how they did it. I was not in charge of when Rebecca would climax. In fact, my cock was straining for action and all I could do was sit in this useless chair, watching them.

I was straining and desperately holding myself back from wanting to touch my cock and stroking it. But I knew if I did there would be repercussions as Rebecca so eloquently put it.

I was taken aback when Rebecca lifted off the bed to make eye contact with me. I was even more taken aback with her evil words.

“See what she’s doing to me,” she said through exasperated pants.

“Look at her make me cum, look at her.”

My gaze descended as I watched Jennifer lick and ride the maelstrom of Rebecca’s bucking lower body.

“You can’t make me cum like this, not like the way she does it. Even with that huge cock. It’s just not the same.”

I started to feel inadequate.

“Fuck, she’s got my clit now. Fuck, I’m coming on her mouth. Shame you can‘t feel this.”

I looked at the clock and watched the minute hand reach twelve, the hour hand only one digit behind it. I looked down at my cock and then back at Rebecca.

I watched as her hand shot from her body and stopped on the back of Jennifer’s head. I watched her pull Jennifer’s head into her nether regions and I watched Rebecca climax on her friend’s face; her juices erupting into the air and eventually falling over Jennifer’s blonde hair, coating her face in the process.

I watched as Rebecca humped Jennifer while holding on tightly to her hair.

Jennifer

I love it when she takes control of me like that; pulling me into her, tugging on my hair while my mouth plays its tune on her clitoris. Sucking it. Flicking it. A finger in her pussy, sensuously pushing its way to her g-spot.

I love it when she’s so energetic that she humps my face and especially when no one is instructing her to behave and control her emotions. I could tell she was completely out of her box with excitement, with freedom, with an erotic expression that was only Rebecca.

I relished the wetness; splashing against my face, coating my mouth and tongue. I loved the feel of her juices squirt into the air when I pulled back a little and almost giggled to myself when it landed in my hair, her hands and my shoulders.

I still couldn’t believe she had said those things to her Master and I was concerned about what may happen later.

Rebecca

What an orgasm that was. I flopped back to the bed, panting hard, slowly releasing Jennifer’s hair and letting her slide back to the floor. With my legs still either side of her I sat upright on the bed.

“Go and fetch me the toys,” I told her, “then you may go.”

Jennifer left the bedroom and I stood up to face my Master.

“I hope you enjoyed that. I certainly did.”

“Yes Mistress,” came the reply. His head hanging low.

“Open your legs wide.”

My Master opened his legs. His balls dropped slightly off the end of the chair and dangled.

Jennifer handed me the spatula-like toy. The other one she leant against the back of the chair and turned to leave.

Jennifer

Rebecca reached out to stop me from leaving. Turned me around and passionately kissed me. I could tell it was more than just a kiss goodbye, this was pure passion, love, a huge thank you for what I had done for her, though she didn’t know that of course.

Rebecca

I smiled as Jennifer left and once more smacked the spatula into my hand. It was rather like a cooking implement but dressed in leather rather than plastic. The extended area on the end stood out from the thin stick.

 “Repercussion time!” I smiled at my Master.

Master

I couldn’t believe that she was going to use that on me. I felt it scrape along my thigh and rest just underneath my testicles. I felt her lower it. I closed my eyes, held my breath and winced.

The light tap on my balls surprised me. I was expecting much worse.

“Feels Lovely, doesn’t it.”

I blinked my eyes a few times and saw her eyes widen.

I nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Look at me,” she instructed.

I lifted my head to look into her eyes.

“Tell me how thrilling you’re finding this.”

I started to open my mouth to tell my Mistress how it felt and immediately yelped at the instantaneous pain that emanated from my groin.

Rebecca

In the short space of time it took him to raise his eyes and answer my question, I had lowered the spatula and flicked my wrist quickly upwards. I hadn’t realised how fast the flick of a wrist could be or how hard the impact of the spatula on his balls would be.

I almost yelped with him.

I saw him suddenly grip the side of the chair and he almost clenched his thighs together, but it was too late. The impact was instantaneous.

I felt a thrill go through me as I stood with my legs tight against his knees, pushing them outwards. I flicked my wrist five more times, the last one harder than the rest.

I wasn’t expecting the volume of his voice and it left me in no doubt that my actions hurt. When it happens to me, I do try and keep rather quiet. But then, I suppose I enjoy it more. This has come as a bit of a shock to him.

Master

It was all I could do to stop myself from openly crying. The pain was intense as my balls jerked with the impact of the spatula. The sudden jerk upwards was not like anything I had previously experienced; almost worse than being kicked in the proverbials. Yet my cock was still hard as a rock and desperate to spurt.

I was desperate to close my legs to comfort my testicles and was glad of the opportunity when Rebecca stepped backwards.

As I looked down to see what damage had been done I noticed a good dollop of pre-cum sneak out of the end of my cock. Ordinarily, I would get Rebecca to suck it clean, but I had to watch as it slid out, over the top and down the side.

Rebecca

“I didn’t tell you that you could make a mess. Get on the bed – all fours.”

Master

I looked at Rebecca knowing I shouldn’t have. I stood up and walked to the edge of the bed and knelt on it. I fully expected her hand to rain down on my now exposed bottom. I felt cum seep from the end of my slit onto the bedsheets.

More repercussions I thought to myself. Still, only ten minutes left as the hands of the clock above the bed crept ever closer to each other.

Rebecca

I let the spatula fall to the floor and picked up the cane. I knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.

“You shouldn’t have made that mess, you know there will be…”

“Repercussions, yes, Mistress,” I interjected.

“I think six should do it, don’t you?”

Master

I nodded, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

Rebecca

I had to smile. I lifted the cane and with a swift flick of my wrist landed the first of six.

Master

Before I knew what was happening. Before I realised that the swishing noise was not a hand making its way through the air. It hit me. Hard.

I yelped once more and involuntarily sucked in copious amounts of air. More because of the shock rather than the pain, to be honest, yet it still hurt like hell. I knew there would be five more and I started counting.

“One.”

The next followed almost immediately.

“Two.”

I could feel Rebecca breath hard behind me. Every strike would see her exhale a loud and satisfying moan.

“Three.”

After every stroke, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly; dissipating the pain along with it. My bottom burnt with the heat. It seemed like I was on fire.

“Four.”

There was a long pause. To my surprise, my cock had not deflated and was rather getting harder. I was desperate now for the clock to strike twelve, not that it actually made a sound, it didn’t, but it was the thought of having another six for possibly ejaculating over the sheets.

Fuck, I was so close to coming.

Jennifer

It was awesome watching from the slit in the bedroom door. The way Rebecca flicked her wrist and the grimace on her face, I could tell she meant it. Every stroke of the cane was placed with perfection. I’m glad I taught her well.

Time to leave before they find out I had been watching all along. I slipped away across the room and into the darkest night; a satisfied smile on my face. After all, it was my suggestion of the unusual birthday present that I made to her Master that had put her in this situation in the first place.

Rebecca

I looked up at the clock on the wall. Two minutes to twelve. My day is nearing its end. I stoked my Masters bottom, soothing his pain and feeling the heat on my hand. I wondered what would happen after twelve. Would he take his revenge?

I let the cane fall at as the second hand ticked away.

Master

“Five.”

It was a struggle to hold back, though her hand was soothing and comforting in a strange way.

Rebecca

I watched as the second hand passed the minute and hour hand on its everlasting journey clockwise.

Time was up.

I struck my Master’s bottom for the last time; the hardest yet. I let the cane swipe through the air and saw his flesh ripple with the force of the contact. I heard a muffled sound from his lips and saw his cock twitch beneath him; his balls still tight and straining against the leather pants.

“I’m sorry,” I announced.

Master

I buried my head in the sheets to stop crying out loud. I think that was six.

“Six,” I announced quickly, finally getting it out before Rebecca started another six. It’s what I would have done.

I wasn’t expecting her to apologise and was surprised as to why?

Everything had gone quiet and I raised my head to find Rebecca standing next to me, her feet together, her palms upright and holding the cane out, her head bowed.

I looked at the clock, the minute hand was now past the hour hand and the second hand surging ever onwards.

I watched as Rebecca handed me the cane which I took before she crawled onto the bed and presented her bottom for me; her head buried in the sheets. Waiting.

Rebecca

“I’m sorry Master,” she re-iterated, “the last strike was past twelve.”

I waited for the inevitable. I had done wrong. I hadn’t even been carried away in the moment, I knew exactly what time it was. It was time to return back to normal, the only way I knew how to.

Master

Her words shocked me. If anything, I felt admiration and intense love for her honesty. I stoked the cane through her exposed pussy. I heard her let out a small, almost inaudible gasp as I did so. I felt her relax into the mindset that was Rebecca.

Yet-

Rebecca

I wasn’t expecting my Master’s cock to penetrate me so quickly and with the words that I should come as often and as quickly as I liked. I felt him push into me with some urgency and at the moment when he was deep inside, I decided that I wanted to climax on his cock before he filled me.

I pushed my bottom back towards his increasing thrusts. His hands grasped my slim waist; settling on my hips as he pulled me back to meet his onslaught.

I climaxed with my knees half on the bed half in mid-air. My orgasm washed over me as his sperm splashed inside me. I could feel his excitement. I could feel him come.

We collapsed onto the bed, bodies entwined, sweaty and sated. I started to drift off in his arms; such was the immediate release of pent-up energy.

Master

The night was intense, to say the least, but I didn’t feel the need to punish Rebecca for a few misplaced minutes. I wanted to fuck my little angel, first and foremost. I wanted to take her and let her have as many orgasms as she wanted to have, after all, it was her birthday.

Rebecca

It is six in the morning and I am naked, waiting by the shower. The hot water is flowing, as hot as my Master’s bum still feels after last night. The shower gel is in my hand and I wait for my master to join me so that I can wash him down. Cleanse his skin for another day at the office.

I kinda enjoyed yesterday and especially last night. I have to admit. I wonder what will happen next year.

I bite my lip as my master enters the bathroom. It’s time for work.