What a perfect first Christmas with Daddy. As I have mentioned, this is my first year not going home and I was more upset than I had anticipated being. Daddy asked to spend Christmas with me and I could not have been more thrilled.
I made him an ambitious meal of individual Beef Wellingtons (personalized and pictured above,) roasted brussel sprouts, roasted multi-colored potatoes with thyme and shallots, thyme popovers, a simple green salad and a peppercorn sauce made with a homemade demi glace base. For dessert, I tried my hand at his favorites, macaroons.
I wore my latex dress which was his Christmas present from me and took extra care to get dolled up. I supposed I was inspired as I just finished Jena Jameson's memoirs. I looked especially trashy and I knew he would love it!
I guess he's been reading the blog and a comment that I made speculating how hard he has played must have struck a nerve. He came in with armfuls of gifts then promptly lead me to the bedroom where he shackled my hands behind my back and fucked me up the ass quite roughly. My porn star make-up ended up mostly on the bed with the remnants smeared all over my face. My hands were then shackled to the front and I was allowed to tidy up and then fix dinner in that state.
Cooking, shackled, in latex with an oven running at 450 degrees was interesting. I could feel sweat run between my breasts and down my back...eventually pooling and dripping down my legs. In spite of my predicament, I managed to put dinner on the table and Daddy was very pleased. The fillet was tender, veggies cooked perfectly. Just a wonderful meal, first component of which (per Daddy) is good company.
I am one spoiled slut.....Daddy lavished me with gifts. I got a feeldow and top of the line harness with which to use it. He gave me a shower attachments for enemas to continue my enema training. I got a bit gag! (I often have trouble with ball gags as I grind my teeth and cannot open my mouth.) Wrist and ankle restraints, in latex to match my growing latex wardrobe. Most specially, he is going to hand build me a table...
I opened one package and I thought it was a collar. When I realized it was a thigh strap for a dildo (which I had told him I thought was cool and wanted) I guess my face dropped. I mean I LOVE the thigh/boot strap (check it out at JT's Stockroom) but was hoping Daddy wanted to take it to the next level. Sensing my disappointment, he pulled me close and we talked about my collar. In his mind, I am already his collared slave. He thought about getting me one for Christmas but he wanted to discuss it with me first. Once he locks it on, it will not come off. He wanted to discuss what I could wear 24/7 considering my professional persona that I must keep up. I am a collared slave. Huh. Pretty cool....just waiting on the hardware! That was probably the best gift of them all.
We ate macaroons and cuddled on the couch. Took my dogs for a walk (and he also leashes his slave for these walks too....) Went into bed and he used me again. He can be so mild mannered but there are times when his cock is inside me when I see his genuine intensity. Hand closing around my throat while he looks in my eyes, slapping my face as he demands I cum, grabbing my tit thru the latex dress as he pumps me hard. My place and purpose. I just take his cock.
He knew I would be upset he had to leave. I hate it when he doesn't stay over, which is more often than not. After some smart mouthing I was met with a slap and a lecture, which I deserved. It isn't just that I love curling up with him, we even intertwine feet when we sleep together....I think that when I wake up and he is gone it is like a dream and it never happened.
This morning, he texted me, "I want you to know you are a true source of joy in my life. You are a fucking wonderful slut." I guess last night really did happen. Me, a collared slave......somehow verbalizes it changes nothing and everything. Merry Christmas!
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