All morning she had been waiting in delicious anticipation for her cell-phone to ring. It had been His first Valentine gift to her; the box had been waiting for her on the kitchen table, along with a note. She had set the note aside and opened the box to find the new phone. She loved how thoughtful He was. Her phone had died less then a week ago, and here was a brand new one; all her numbers already programmed in for her.

The note that had come with the phone had filled her with intense curiosity for what her love had planned. It instructed her to go out for the morning, to be away from home until all was ready and He would then call her. She was then to come home as quickly as she could, "because I love you and want you with me; in my arms, as fast as possible." The note also reminded her, again, to keep the promise she had made to Him. It had been a very long week since she had made that promise. That damn promise!

They had been lying in bed together. Both covered in a light sheen of sweat and the glow of the passion they had just shared, talking about what they should do for the day of love. When she brought it up He had smiled down at her, mischievously, and said if He asked her to make a promise with Him, would she? Of course she would. The promise was that for the entire week, they were not to make love to each other, themselves; or anyone else (at this she had playfully slugged him with a pillow) they were not to have one single moment of carnal pleasure until Valentines Day. At the time it didn't seem much to ask. It was only a week, so she had readily agreed to it. Reading the note she thought back to how hard He had made it to keep that damn promise…and of course how hard she had made it for Him.

Every time they were alone, she felt His eyes on her, exploring her curves, undressing and ravaging her with just his gaze. When they were out together the tension was just as bad, sometimes worse. Halfway through the week she had decided enough was enough - if He was going to try to drive her into a sexual frenzy - than she was going to make damn sure He got as frustrated as she was.

Her collection of provocative clothing and lingerie was extensive, she had always been proud of her body, and enjoyed the looks of appreciation and desire her clothing brought her, in public, and especially in private. Their schedules made it easy for her to be the first one home each night. And each of those three nights, she dressed to tease him without mercy. During dinner, while relaxing together, when they sat and talked, she was using her body to tempt her love. In bed she was vicious, coming from her nights shower and laying down to sleep still wet and making sure she was constantly rubbing her soft shapely form against Him. And every time she felt his warm body rubbing against hers, His hardness twitching as it slid along her thighs or her ass, she would pull away and throw his promise back at Him, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

By the end of the week they were both in a fury of desire for each other the likes of which neither had ever felt. Lying in bed that night they both talked about how they felt, sharing their desires in words if not actions; making a game of who was more in heat, a game she had won through the simple fact that she didn't know what tomorrow would bring. They had fallen asleep hot, hard and wet in each other's arms.

All this ran through her mind as she drove home, careful not to floor the accelerator in her desire to be released. The whole ride home she found her fingers tracing the thin line of the satin thong she was wearing, feeling the warmth and moisture that had been with her all day. As her fingers caressed her inner thighs, as they teased her folds through her thong, she began to breathe heavier and deeper. Her eyes on the road - her inner eye seeing only Him: on her, in her, under, above; thrusting, licking, kissing, sucking; moaning, screaming, cumming.

With a loud moan of pure shocked frustration she jerked her fingers away, seconds before breaking her promise in an explosion of sheer pleasure. She let out a long sigh and growled in frustration. Pulling into the driveway she stopped and looked down at her the fingers that had almost betrayed her and smiled wickedly. Getting out of the car, she licked at them tasting her sweet nectar, ready for rapture to take her wherever the hell it, He wanted.

She walked up to the door and found her second gift and second note. The gift was an absolutely adorable baby polar-bear doll with a red heart and a note attached to a ribbon. The note attached said. Hug Me. She did just that, feeling its soft white fur as she opened the door. Walking into the kitchen she found two more items and two more notes. On the table was a small beautiful array of white Orchids, set in an absolutely gorgeous thin hand-blown crystal vase, with the attached note saying Smell Me. The other item was a crystal goblet, filled with golden wine, with the note saying of course Drink Me. There was also an arrow pointing down.

The wine was incredibly sweet and potent, warming her and going to her head quickly. She giggled and gave the bear a big kiss. For a second she didn't know what to make of the arrow and then she giggled again and turned the card over. Written on the other side were instructions to go into the den and open up the closet. Taking the goblet and the bear she walked into the den and over to the closet. Setting her gifts down she read yet another note that said. Open Me. Inside the closet was yet another gift.

Ever since they had bought this home together and began the slow process of furnishing it to their tastes, she had always wanted a full home stereo-system. And here it was, with another note that read. Play Me. Her heart racing and with a large joyous smile on her face she reached up and hit the Play button. The first thing she heard was her lover's voice. "Welcome to your Wonderland my Angel. Go upstairs, while you listen to the music, my Love."

The music that began to play was fantastic. Making her way to the stairs she listened. It was very electronica, with a mid-east type rhythm and form to it. The sound was incredibly erotic and stimulating, and there was something else to it. She could hear mixed in to the music sounds of a woman moaning in pleasure, as she listened she realized it was her moans! She smiled and laughed as she thought back to that night two weeks ago when he had asked if He could tape her masturbating. She had wondered why, and He wouldn't tell her, now she knew.

To the stairs she went. Placed on the first step were two wrist cuffs, and yet another note. The wrist cuffs were made of soft nylon, and had some sort of link on a swivel; the note said. Wear Me. Smiling lasciviously, she slipped on the black cuffs. They were comfortable and form fitting and what they were obviously meant for, sent shivers down her body, and made her nipples tingle. On each of the remaining twelve stairs was a small heart-shaped dark, sweet chocolate, and, of course the note said. Eat Me.

"Oh I'm going to eat you alright," she thought wickedly. Her thong was now drenched with her warm cream and her erect nipples were rubbing deliciously against the lace of her bra. The chocolate was melting all over her tongue letting her relish in the flavour of each piece. At the top of the stairs the music grew louder again. It came from another speaker somewhere; the sounds of her moans were even louder - coupled with an occasional cry of pleasure.

Lying on the hall table was a rather familiar, hot pink object. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she read the note. Fuck With Me, it said. She let out a small burst of laughter. So far this little escapade had been soft and sensuously romantic. He was good at changing the tempo on her, surprising her with a shot of tawdriness. She had no problem with that - she being prone to rather nasty language at times herself.

Finally, finally she stood at the door to their bedroom. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for what she thought would be the last note. It read:

My angel love, Happy Valentines Day. I hope you have enjoyed your trip through the House of Wonder. Hanging on the doorknob is a satin blindfold. You are to walk into our room and remove all your cloths. I want you lying completely naked on our bed. You are to be blind with your arms lying near the post. When you are prepared as I have instructed. Call to Me and I will come to you and we shall celebrate our day of Love, together.

Taking the black satin and lace blindfold off the doorknob she entered their room. The music played low and the scent of rose was light in the air. She looked at their bed. It had been stripped, and covered with a soft red blanket. Each corner of the room had a red or blue light glowing, there glow melding into a purple haze. She was shuddering with lust and anticipation. She wanted her cloths off so badly she practically tore them in her rush. She slipped her body onto the soft blanket and lifted her arms near the posts. Her body was shivering with need. She slipped the wonderful feeling blindfold over her eyes.

She then called to Him.

Her body was tense and aching as she listened for Him, her vulva swollen and her lubricant flowing freely. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door open. She listened in silence as her love moved about the room. She sensed more than heard her lover close upon her. A gasp of release escaped her lips, as she felt his mouth close around her left nipple and then her right, giving each of her bullet hard nipples a quick sucking kiss. A whimper of utter delight came out of her when He took hold of her hands and pressed his lips to them."I love you."

Those three words brought her closer to orgasm then she had been all week - her entire body and mind shuddering with the intensity in those words."I love you too, with all I am, I love you." "Do you like your bracelets my Love?" Yes Master she whispers softly.With a teasing lilt in His voice He asked, "Do you want Me to bind you with them?"

She let out a soft moan and just nodded her head. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to be bound and taken with all the love she knew they shared! And it happened. The links were attached to straps on the bed and he let her arms go. She tested her mobility and felt comfortably secure.

"I love you." He then kissed her in a way He had not in one week: deeply and passionately. She felt His fingers stroking her cheek, as she darted her tongue out, forcing Him to part His lips and accept her demanding tongue. As they kissed fiercely His fingers moved through her silky hair, stroking along her throat feeling her raging pulse. Mouth to mouth passed their ragged hot breath, as did their low moans of pleasure. His fingers teased her nipples with light pinches and soft caresses. And then He was gone from her.

"Open your legs for me." yes Master She complied instantly, slowly parting her legs to let Him see her wet hot vagina.

"I have missed your body so much..." "Then reintroduce yourself to it," she purred, and sinuously writhed her body for Him.

She could feel his hunger for her and His shuddering gasps filled her with delight, she knew her display was driving Him mad, she hoped His cock was throbbing and aching to be inside her.

"Do you like watching me this way," she cooed. She began to slowly raise her ass off the bed, feet planted firmly, as her back arched. She then let her body fall, and twisted to show off the contours of her legs and her beautiful butt. "Do you like me showing off my body for you, knowing I'm yours for the taking, that you're in total control of me - and I love it!"

His breathing was raspy with need and He suddenly didn't feel in control anymore. "God Yes." "Then take me! NOW!!!"

"Oh no you don't," He said, fighting hard to regain His composure. "Don't what," she teased.

Her little coup was cut short as she felt two of His fingers slip into her. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a groan as her muscled contracted, and her heart rate shot up. His fingers began to move inside her slowly stroking, caressing a part of her that had been deprived of it for too long!

Don't try and turn the tables on me you naughty little angel. He hissed into her ear, then giving the lobe a not so gentle; but oh so delicious nip."Why not," she said tauntingly. "What are you going to do spank me?" "No." She pouted at him, thoroughly enjoying her game.

When next He touched her, it brought a cry to her lips, as she felt a wet, exquisitely warm towel being laid between her thighs. He pressed down gently on the towel, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the warm water trickling down her. He then removed the towel and told her to remain still. She then heard the unmistakable sound of gel being sprayed from a nozzle, and she knew what was coming. This too had always been a shared fantasy of theirs; a fantasy that was about to be made reality.

She shivered as his hands began to apply the shaving gel to her pubic mound. The gel made her sensitive skin tingle with delight. He then began, slowly, and carefully to run the blades along her flesh. Taking his time, making sure to leave not a mark on her, nor a single strand of hair.

When He was done He loving applied the towel to her bare skin, patting and rubbing along her inner thighs, around her lips, leaving her clean and absolutely drenched with warm water and her own dripping juices. By this time her breathing was heavy and loud and she was in quite a state.Now its time to test how smooth your pussy is My darling. how are you going to do that? she whispered to Him.

She got her answer when the flat of His tongue began to run along the cleft of her thighs, running over her entire pubic mound, searching for any stray hairs or stubble. Her body - after a week of sensual neglect, combined with this day of constant near orgasmic arousal - just had no control left to it.

Her first climax in seven days ripped through her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic delight sent her body into heaven, as she writhed on the bed, her wrists yanking at the nylon cuffs. Her growls, moans and outright cries of pleasure were animalistic in their intensity and vibrancy. Her sweet nectar literally flowed from her, and eagerly was it taken by her love. She could hear His moans of joy as he drank of her. At the perfect moment, two of His fingers slipped into her, and her slowly fading orgasm was overrun by yet another, as He flicked her clit with the very tip of His tongue.

Howling with the violent ebb and flow of her orgasm, she locked her thighs around her lover's head, squeezing tightly, as her body thrashed. An eternity seemed to pass before she released her grip on her love. He climbed up her body teasing, tickling and stroking as he went. She could smell her cum on his breath, and taste it in the long deep kiss He gave her. She began to laugh when she ran her lips along his face. He was covered in her nectar. She lustfully went about licking the sweetness off His cheeks, chin, lips and tongue. They spent a long time sharing her nectar in kiss after kiss, neither seeming able to stop.

His fingers toyed with her left nipple playfully as He whispered seductions into her ear. Telling her how delicious she tasted and how He had missed the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm.

Several moments passed without his touch, she could hear Him doing something. "Oh fucking GOD!" She growled this through clenched teeth as she felt something being slowly dripped onto her nipples and her breasts, something that was very warm - hot against her flesh. The sensation was intense as she felt something stroking her nipples - her areola, tracing hot lines down the skin of her breast. Down her belly in long streaks this hot soft substance was being poured, sending tremors and chills through her body! And on the tender, smooth skin of her mound this gooey warm stuff was being stroked into her skin with some round soft instrument. "What are you doing to me," she whispered in pure elation as the substance cooled wonderfully on her body.

She caught the scent of something sweet, seconds before more of it dribbled onto her lips. She opened her mouth reveling in the taste of melted chocolate and honey, licking it off her smiling lips."Do you want to share what I lick off your body my love?"

"yes Master" She said huskily, still enjoying the fun of licking the sticky mix off her lips.

And then the real fun began as her love went about lapping up every gooey drop of chocolate-honey off her body. First her stomach: making a little game by scooping it out of her navel and dripping it back in. Then around her soaked pussy, mixing it with her juices and lapping it up, and of course bringing the treasure to her lips to share in an ever-messier kiss. Her full luscious breasts were last, and this they shared. He brought her lips in line with her nipples gently, and together they feasted on her, tongues intertwined, fighting and giggling like little kids as the licked sucked and bit. "Do you want more my love?"

She smiled wickedly at Him. He could feel her stare through the blindfold. "As much as you can give."More of the sweet scent assaulted her and she felt the bed dip from His weight, as she felt the head of His cock, covered in chocolate-honey, press at her lips, which she readily opened. His sweet-coated shaft slipped into her mouth, at the same time He unbound one of her wrists so she could touch Him, which she did greedily. She wanted Him to come as quickly and with as much force as she did. She knew Him so very well, knew how to hold His moment and knew how to bring Him almost instantly to the peak. And she wanted Him fast!

She felt Him lean forward, knew by his shudders and his heavy gasps of breath He was close. She heard Him grab at the headboard of their bed, as her mouth and hands worked Him into a frenzy of lust. Which peaked in a long loud cry of her name, a plea to her for release, and a shockingly powerful spurt of his seed, followed by several more, which she hungrily drank down, lavishing in the salty delicious taste of her love, as the mixture flowed down her throat.

She continued to suck at Him wantonly being as loud and lewd as possible just for the sheer fun of it. And it paid off. The combination of seven torturous days and her treatment had done wonders for his libido. He seemed harder now than before he had emptied His seed between her devouring lips."I want to make-love to you, my sweet little angel" He said.

She smiled up at him, as she slipped her wrist back into the cuff. "No you don't." She signaled to Him with a flick of her wrist to bind her again, which He did. "You want to Fuck Me!" The way she was bound and the fact that the cuffs were attached to a swivel allowed her to turn fully even cuffed like she was. She turned over and getting on to her knees, she began to wiggle her ass at Him.

"Take me. Fuck me. I want it anyway you want it. Screw the shit out of your little angel. Cuz if you don't, I am going to rip out of these cuffs throw you down and fuck you like a damn slut...Slap! She cried out in pleasure, as He smacked her ass-cheek, with the amount of force he knew she loved. Slap!Breathing heavily and groaning with delight, she said. "I thought you weren't going to spank me." She wiggled her rosy ass at him again, daring Him to do more!Slap...slap...smack..."I changed my mind..."Mmmmm, I was hoping so."Slap!

She felt His hands on her ass - gently now, stroking, caressing. He then took hold of her hips and rubbed His hard cock along her slit, teasing her clit and then he slid in...all the way in. Her fingers were gripped into the towel on the bed so hard she thought she might tear through it in her pleasure.

There was no measure of stroke here, neither of them thought about prolonging their pleasure. They were beyond that, having been separated from this for too long. They pounded into each other: Him slamming His cock into her tight wet pussy, she thrusting her body back into Him; and both of them gasping, grunting, and screaming out words of love - some curses, others not.

She lost count of the waves of orgasm that rocked her. In actuality she didn't even count or care. As they loved - as they fucked, His hands, His mouth were everywhere He could reach. Stroking, licking, kissing, sucking and biting.

He ripped the blindfold off her, and somehow untied her. She threw Him down and rode Him. Their eyes locked as her breast bounced, her hair flew. She grabbed His hands for support as she rode Him. He slipped out more than once as they fucked with ferocity. She put both their hands on her tits to play and pinch.

He pulled her down onto him, his thrusts faltering for just a fraction. They sat up. She in his lap, her legs wrapped around him, locked in their frenzied embrace. Kissing so hard their teeth clacked. They licked at each other lewdly. He took her nipple into His mouth and bit, just as an orgasm came over her. She screamed his name. He begged for more. She tightened her hold around Him. He plunged in and out a hopefully endless cycle!

And then He came...And then she came...And they came together...And they collapsed...In each other's arms...Their bodies entwined...Hot and sweating...Gasping for breath...Smiling and kissing...Their love shared...

written by & for Master
sexyazzangel*LastRites
on July 11, 2003.