I had been monitoring her behavior closely lately, and I had to admit... She
had been doing VERY well. Almost all her energies.. all her desires and thoughts it
seemed had been focused on pleasing me. Not just her words and actions... but her
whole body spoke of pleasing me and she had done very well... I was very happy these last
few days.. well taken care of. I knew I needed to show her my appreciation... let
her know her efforts had been
noticed, and that she should be proud of herself...but I had to do it in a way that
wouldn't make her think that she had done so well that she could relax and deminish her
efforts, but rather which would make her increase her desire to please, by reminding her
of the pleasure she gets to feel when I am happy... when she puts My happiness first.
It was just February, which meant thatValentine's day was getting close, but
it was too far away to serve the
purpose .. I needed to do something soon. I decided to surprise her that nite!
I told her it would be nice if she would run to the store and pick up a
couple of beers or wine coolers so we could relax and spend some time tonight.
She smiled, kissed me on the lips, and grabbed her hat and jacket, and walked
out the door. While she was gone I took the liberty of running her a hot bath and
adding a little bath oil.. not too much and nothing too aromatic... (I know she doesn't
like strong scents) Just a hint of vanilla, a scent I find very sensual. I lit
2 candles one on each side of the tub and turned on a tape of some soft music with nature
sounds... By this time she was just walking in the door, so I took the package from
her and put it down on the table. I helped her shed her coat, took her by the hand
and looked back at her puzzled but smiling face as I led her towards the bathroom.
she saw the scenario there, it was as if I could SEE her melt in front of me. I ordered
her to turn around, and when she had, I began helping her to unbutton her blouse and
slowly slide it off, gradually I exposed more of her body with equal unhurriedness, until
she was naked before me. Turning her to face me, I held out my arms and she
eagerly slipped betwen them, her arms embracing me and locking behind my back... not
letting me go, even if I had wanted to try to get away, (which I didn't). Finally,
reminding her that I wanted her to be able to enjoy a HOT bath, I ushered her into the
bath tub, and as she lay back I worked a soapy lather in to the sea sponge that she loved
to use when she bathed. Reaching into the the water I took hold of her left leg, and
raised if from the water and starting at the toes, I washed her leg from bottm to top.
Then I did the same for her right leg, lovingly
caressing her skin with the sponge and soapy water... As I lowered her leg back into
the sudsy water, I let my hand slide up along her thigh until I reached junction of her
legs... and rubbed it firmly over her mound, letting my finger slip between her lips
briefly as I trailed over her. Soaping up the sponge again, I rubbed it iver her
breasts and neck, and then, helping
her to lean foward, I washed her back, swirling the soapy water over her and caressing her
back and shoulders as I washed her. All that was left was to do her hair. So I
massaged the shampoo into her hair and scalp and rinsing by pouring cupsful of water over
over her hair cascading down over her shoulders. After the shampoo was rinsed, I
added some of her favorite conditioner and also massaged that in and let it sit for 2
minutes, before rinsing her hair clean. Then, I let her soak in the tub for a few
minutes enjoying the music and candles, while I poured us both a drink. Brining the
drinks into the bathroom I placed hers, (a black russian) on the side of the tub, and sat
on the tile floor nest to the tub and watched her, as I drank my wine cooler. She
asked why I had gone to all this trouble for her. And I told her, that my lamb had
been a very good girl, and that I was very pleased with her behavior of late, and I
thought she deserved some sort of acknowledgement for it...
As the water began to cool, she leaned foward and kissed me... It was a passionate kiss on
the lips, sucking on my tongue. They rolled and danced together as if to the tune
playing in the background. I broke the kiss and stood up, reaching to the hook on
the back of the door where a soft, blue, cotton-teri towel hung. Pulling it down I
draped it around her and dried the water off of her back, and and thighs. Holding
out my hand I helped her step
out of the tub and continued to dry her body, covering all of her with the towel and
pampering her. I could hear her mewing and moaning as I worked over her with the
towel. Finally I stood before her and asked her how she had liked her bath. She said
" It was wonderful, Sir, thank You so much. You are very kind to me."
I looked her in the eyes and said, "Yes I am. BUt I want you to
remember WHY I am... It is because you have been so good to ME lately... You have pleased
me well." And I reminded her that My pleasure
would ultimatley yield her own pleasure.
Still looking her in the eyes I asked her if she genuiney liked to
please me as much as it seemed. Her response was just what I wanted to hear.
"Sir, Youlr pleasure is all that truly matters to me," she said, adding
that she craved every opportunity to show me that. She was proud to be mine, in
everyway... especially to be my slut, whenever I wanted. Smiling I told her to turn
around face the sink, and raise her hands in the air. Quickly she complied with my
commands, and I stepped behind her. Reaching around her I pulled the bathrobe tie
from its loops, and held it in my hands, watching her in the mirror. Her eyes
lowered as I tied the silk length around her wrists, holding them above her, but not
before I noticed the look of hunger with in them, and a smile that almost said thank You
if you were looking for it.
When her wrists were securely bound, I leaned her foward and looped the tie around the
faucet, securing them there as well. I pressed my body against hers from my vantage
point in back of her, and leaning close to her again, I whispered in her ear, that her
answers were indeed very good... that she is my slut, and her body was for My pleasure.
It was in granting my pleasure, that she was also well taken care of as far as her
pleasure was considered.
I told her that to show her this, I was going to take her right there in the bathroom,
because it was My wish. Taking hold of the bottom of the bathrobe, I flipped
it up, exposing the naked flesh of her bottom. It had a pink glow to it, still warm
from the hot bath. I caressed the soft globes of her ass, as I traced my tongue
along the convolutions of her ear. I placed
one hand on the back of her head, and pressed down gently, yet forcibly, signalling her to
bend over farther. Bending foward at the waist, she propped her upper body on the
sink on her elbows and forearms, her head down near her hands, and her breasts pressing
down against the vanity top.With her back arched back just slightly, her ass stuck out
nicely, as if a
presentation to her Master, which, after all it was. Kneeling down, I took hold of
each leg and applied pressure to silently tell her to spread them farther apart.
When the room between them was sufficient, I positioned my head there and offered
my tongue to her mound, letting it run from one end of her crease to the other, wetting
her pussy, which I realized quickly, was not necessary at all. The thoughts in her
mind as she awaited my commands and my penentration were enough to make her pussy wet with
anticipation. Her readiness apparant, I knew it was time to get serious.
Standing up behind he and seeing her bent over the vanity, hands tied to the
faucet, and totally offering herself to me ... I became very aroused, my hardness evident
through my flannel pajama bottoms. Untying my pants, I let them fall to the floor,
and moved foward a little, until my hardness was pressing between her rosey ass cheeks.
I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and pulled softly to separate them and guided my
cock so it rested right at the opening to her pussy. I
heard a soft moan from my lamb as My cock brushed across her moist slit. Feeling a
bit of pressure as slid pushed back against me in an attempt to take me inside, I withdrew
myself and could hear her gasp with frustration. She wanted to be taken in the worst
way by her Master... her Ram. But I was determined to make my point, that I was
going to be in control of this, and reminded her of this. I brought my cock to her
again, and pressed hard enough to maintain contact, but not enough to penetrate her.
I felt her hold steady, and KNEW it must be agony for her. I whispered
"Good girl," as I moved foward and let my cock slip just inside her. I
leaned over her allowing my manhood to penetrate her further as I spoke into her ear...
"The bath was a reward for how good you have been, and to show you I have been
pleased by you efforts... this is just to remind you WHY you are my lover, my slave, my
slut ... for My pleasure, and now I am going to fuck you like noone else can... I am going
to fill your heart with warmth and love, as I fill your sweet pussy with my cock."
All she could muster as a response, was "Yes, Master, fill all of me."
Then all I wanted to do was to take her hard and fast. So I began
pumping into her from behind, my cock slick from her juices, and glistening in the light
of the candles which were still burning near the tub. In the mirror I could see her
face... eyes squeezed shut in passion, truly lost in the emotion of the events unfolding.
She was delightful to watch, the pleasure visible in her eyes, even through the
flesh of her lids... hunger written all over her face. I continued to pound myself
against her, her ass compressing with each stroke, as my balls struck quite audibly
against her with each thrust. I pushed my cock hard inside of her, as she was
lost in moans and groans, enjoying being filled by the shaft she worshiped. Finally
I could feel that familiar sensation rise from deep inside, and knew I would be cumming
soon. So I called out in total lust, that I was ready to cum, and her her cries of
"Yes, cum inside me Master, Yes, cum for me" she repeated, until I expoded
inside her, my cum spurting ans spilling out from between her lips and my cock... Holding
my cock firmly in place, our bodies almost motionless, except for the increase breathing,
so all that could be felt was the pulsing throb of my orgasm, abating in waves.
Reaching in front of us I untied her hands, but kept my cock rooted inside her.
Pulling her back up, I held her tightly to me. Softly she turned her head and
thanked me for the opportunity to please me, and moved her lips to kiss me. Then my
mouth covered hers, and our tongues explored each other again. Breaking the kiss,
she asked if I would allow her to "clean me up." Smiling, I nodded,
and she fell to her knees. There was a drop of post-coital fluid on the tip of my
cock, which, as she engulfed me, made its way to the back of her throat and was swallowed.
Using her tongue, she proceeded to remove the traces of what had just hapened off
of my cock. I don't think a Master could EVER have been more proud of his sub then I
was of mine that day. And I continue to be so each and every day. There is no
better servant on earth, than the girl I call my lamb, and who calls me her
With all my love, my lamb... this story is for you!...