So, BDSM Advent – Hope, Advent Week 2 – Peace, Advent Week 3 – Joy, went swimmingly. Week 4 was all about LOVE. since this year, that week ended on Christmas Eve, we blended it with Christmas Day. Milord absolutely loves when I am completely naked. He loves how available I am, how docile I become, how easily he can touch any part of me, and how responsive I am. I love how often he touches me, how his eyes follow me, how free I feel, and how submissive I become. Therefore, for the entire week, I was required to be completely naked while in the house.

Milord was VERY attentive, bending me over the table for a quick shag, fingering my slick tunnel, tweaking my nipples, massaging my back, and other delightful enterprises. For my part, I felt exceedingly sexy and ended up begging him to make love to me or to allow me to suck his cock several times a day.

By the time Christmas Day arrived, I was a well satisfied, very obedient submissive ready to serve Milord however he chose! He chose peppermint and candy canes.

He began by rubbing peppermint tinged lubrication on a new plug and inserting that while I was bent over the table, a large old fashioned candy cane stick clamped between my lips for a gag.

“You know,” he stated calmly, “with your white skin, I bet I can give you a few nice swipes with the new whip you got me and turn your ass into a red and white stripped imitation of a candy cane.”

I closed my eyes before gathering my courage and said, “You could, Milord. But my ass is quite round. My thighs and calves might give a better imitation.

Silence. Then a guffaw. Then his fingers working my dripping pussy until I exploded. “You, my love, are absolutely right!” he agreed. Then got to work. five minutes later, I felt a luscious sting lining my legs.

Milord then, finally, entered my weeping pussy. He took his time, easing in slowly, waiting, pulling back, repeating until I was thrusting back and silently begging him to go deeper, harder, faster. He bent down, kissed my neck and murmured, “Who decides?”

“You do, Milord,” I garbled through my candy cane gag.

“I think you answered appropriately,” he whispered. “Now, be a good sub and enjoy what I give you.”

I tried. And I ABSOLUTELY enjoyed. He fucked me for a really, really long time, only allowing himself to fill me with his seed after I was one with the table, exhausted from the orgasms. He removed the candy cane from my lips, turned me over and picked me up. He carried me to the living room where he sat on our leather couch and held me in his arms where, eventually, I feel asleep.

When I finally woke up, poor Milord’s arm had fallen asleep. He brushed this off as nothing compared to how much he enjoyed holding me, but I was concerned. Then I remembered.

“Oh Milord! I fell asleep before cleaning you!”

He grinned and said, “You did. Guess that means you should make it up to me by cleaning my cock now.”

I slide down between his legs and got to work on my most loved task. “Your ass should be well stretched by now,” he mused.

I looked up at him, keeping my hands on his balls and my mouth covering his cock. His head was tilted back so I couldn’t see his face. Nonetheless, I kept to my task, sliding up and down, sucking gently and firmly.

“Well done,” He said and stood up. His cock popped out of my mouth at this unexpected movement and I yelped. “Come on. Up and over.” He patted the couch. “I have some pretty red and white rope I want to use as well.”

Once my wrists and ankles were decorated to his satisfaction, I awkwardly climbed onto the couch, kneeling on the seat and bent my body over the back, my ass easily accessible. He ran his hands down my legs. “No welts, just some pretty red markings.”

Next, he slowly turned my plug and eased it out. My pussy began dripping honey which he gather with his fingers and used to lubricate my stretched back door. His cock was still slick with my saliva, so he easily entered all the way to his base.

I exploded, screaming his name. This time, Milord was in no mood for easy gentleness. He was primal, demanding I give everything he required. Because he had come less than an hour before, he lasted a long, long time, pounding into me, my body meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You love this, don’t you?”

YES!!

“I’m going to fill that hungry ass of yours. Then. . .”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“I’m going to plug it again.”

YES!!

And so he did.

And now, I’m marked, plugged, full of cum, and completely filled with joy.