January 6. Epiphany. 12th night. The night, supposedly, the three wise men followed a star to deliver gifts of frankincense, gold, and myrrh to a baby.

I decided to honor this night by employing said gifts on my wench. She came to my home, filled with the intoxicating scent of frankincense. As I had ordered, she immediately disrobed and knelt in the center of the room. She looked up at me, silent. I see her nipples harden and caught a slight spicy scent of her excitement. I played with her nipples until they were hard as bullets then I handed her a gift. She opened it and my cock pressed painfully against my zipper when she gasped. She held the box up to me and, one by one, I attached the clips to her nipples, tightening them enough to pinch but not enough to be cause pain. The golden bells at the end jiggled merrily.

“Worship me,” I commanded. Eagerly, she reached up to unbuckle my belt and open my trousers, She pushed them to the floor and then aside as I stepped out off them. I always begin our evenings together with me wearing only dress trousers so that she can undress me. As I prefer, she kept her eyes up and her her hands down using only her tongue, lips, and mouth to anoint my cock. Her mouth was pure magic and soon I had spilled my first of the night down her greedy throat. Only then did I hold out my hand and help her to her feet. I kissed her, tasting my own saltiness mixed with her sweetness.

I handed her another gift, one that I had crafted myself. She giggled, ripped open the paper, and again gasped. A gold star graced the top of a riding crop. Her eyes held excitement laced with a thread of fear. Perfect. I could already feel my cock regenerating. I positioned her bent over my table, her hands grasping the edges. I wanted her ass covered with bright red stars, so I didn’t bother with a warm up. Snapping the crop against her white skin I couldn’t help smiling. The effect was perfect. Her started squeals, her glistening labia, her white knuckles grasping the table’s edge, and the exploding constellation on her ass. I was please, I continued down her upper thighs making her dance in place.

Now, she was sobbing, begging for mercy yet thanking me for the gifts all the same. Her inner thighs were coated with her own honey and my cock was once again ready. I leaned over her, ordering her to open her mouth. She did so without question and I placed the crop’s long handle between her teeth. She bit down obediently and I impaled myself in her. She screamed her pleasure around the crop’s handle and her body quivered and tightened around me. Because I had already released, I knew I could make this last for her. Over and over she came, coating my cock with her sweetness. Eventually, I could take no more. I allowed my balls to tighten and released my own pleasure deep within her body.

We stayed there a few moments, exhausted. Then, I stepped back. She slid gracefully to the floor, the crop still in her mouth. I took it from her and she did as she always insisted. She licked and cleaned my cock, her golden bells tickling with each movement. When she finished, I helped her walk to the bedroom where I placed her face down. Gently, I spread a cream infused with myrrh over her swollen, star studded bottom. She moaned with contentment. Purred, really.

I do so love starting new traditions.

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