Despite having slept tied up, collared, and beneath the Christmas tree, I awoke this morning surprising refreshed.  Milord was standing above me, completely nude. My mouth (and pussy) watered at the sight of him. Slowly, he “unwrapped” his gift, freeing me from the loose ribbon bindings. He then spread my legs wide and tasted his gift. I lit up like – well – a christmas tree! Seriously, there’s nothing more luxurious than having your man eat your pussy first thing in the morning! Within moments I was coming all over his face and he was making delicious lapping sounds. I thought he would then make love to me, but no. Milord kept his mouth on my weeping pussy and spun around so that we could 69. Now, the only thing I love more than being ate out in the morning, is sucking on Milord first thing in the morning. 69ing, though, is hard for me. Milord is a MASTER at eating me out and I become hopelessly distracted. Nonetheless, what’s woman to do with when there’s a magnificant cock right in front of her face. So, I opened wide, swallowed his lovely flesh, and massaged his balls. It didn’t take long for both of us to come again, this time I too receiving a gift!!

We spent the day enjoying each other’s body to the fullest – neither of us bothering with clothing. We made love, sucked each other, touched each other. I was spanked over his lap, lying across the table, on the bed, over a the back of the sofa. He fucked my mouth, my pussy, my anus and came in each place as well!!! By late afternoon, we were exhausted and needed a nap. When we woke, Milord suggested a dip in the hot tub.  Hels yeah!!! The hot water eased our sore muscles and revived us. After a while, Milord stood and I was again able to offer him fellatio. Good Lord but I love his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down. My lips pressed against his base, my hot hands cradling his balls, he shot off once again deep down my throat. Minutes late, once we had both recovered, he helped me out of the tub then, grinning, held my hand and together we ran into the snow, steam rising from hour hot bodies. Laughing, I lay down and rolled, making a snow angle with my naked body.

Now, snuggled on the sofa next to Milord, a warm fire roaring in the fireplace, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the Yuletide season.