My neck is stiff and my head feels full; sore. I have been crying. Make-up is wonderful for evening out blotchy red hues on an otherwise porcelain complexion. Crying makes my face less than perfect. “You’re a mess,” you told me just before you had to leave. “but I love you that way. I love that I can make you that way.”

I was lying on the bed with you this morning, lounging like we do. You slipped out from the covers and padded naked to the bathroom. You didn’t take me with you this time. It was quiet but soon I heard the shower. I felt a little disappointed. I wanted to be in there with you, but I knew you had to make a meeting downtown by 11:30 and there was no time for a long, lingering shower even with your favorite slave. I slithered deeper into the softness of the bed linens, a very slight shiver moved through my naked body. CNN was on but I had heard all the news by now and my mind drifted. I knew you were leaving as soon as your shower was over and tried to push away any sad feelings. ‘They do you no good’, I thought to myself. ‘Do not indulge them.’

The water turned off and you strode out, big brown eyes gazing straight into mine. You had that familiar look in your eyes. The look that has Ownership written all over it. My eyes met yours as you moved to the side of the bed and took me by the shoulders pulling me across the bed on my back until my head was hanging off the edge, my eyes looking directly at your cock. I was not expecting this. I thought we were through sessioning. Your meeting….

Stepping into me, you pressed your cock deep into my waiting mouth and down my throat until I was gagging and suffocating. You held me there for the longest moment until I was choking and struggling a bit for air. You pinned my wrists to the bed with your hands. Slowly you began to thrust in and out of my mouth and I sucked the air each time you pulled out. You told me to open my thighs for you and your finger found my clit and began teasing and rubbing. You knew exactly where to rub and soon I was thrusting up my hips and moaning loudly around your cock. You stopped short of making me climax. Just like you did last night. You were rubbing so ferociously and just as I was on the brink of cumming you stopped cold and slapped my mound with your hand firmly and said, “Mine. Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine. I can just as easily place a metal alligator clamp there.” I remember whimpering my frustration completely drenched in my slavery as much as I was drenched between my thighs.

But now, as I was brought to the edge, you began to pump your cock in and out of my mouth again and as soon as I was at that same brink, you cut off my air and pinched and pulled my nipples so hard and I wanted to scream out but couldn’t make a sound. I struggled until I finally broke free and greedily gulped sweet Master-cock-scented air deep into my starved lungs. Tears were trailing across my cheeks as you bent down and placed your Masterly voice right by my ear.

“2007 has been a good year. I’m very glad I met you. You’re my Christmas present, I just got to open it a little early, that’s all.”

You kissed my right cheek, then my left, then my forehead, ever so softly.

“I love you,” You whispered even softer, “but you still have to follow the rules.”

I melted, tears renewed and spilled from my upside-down eyes and worked a path into my hairline. I sniffled. I knew you had to leave. I was broken. I didn’t want to cry, but so help me god, the tears just would not stop. You were like the PuppetMaster. And I your best work. I could not move, could not speak, could only lay where you put me and fret as tears were trickling down my forehead and cheeks, my head hanging limply off the end of the bed.

You were dressing and I was floating in and out of semi-consciousness. Frozen on my back, you knelt to kiss me again and stroked my face, painting it in my tears.

“Merry Christmas,” you said softly.

Struggling hard to lift out of my fog, I managed to find my voice:

“Merry Christmas,” I replied in a choked whisper.

Your eyes were studying my face, your mouth curled into a soft smile, You were measuring me; my commitment; my surrender; my helpless and total devotion. I could be nothing else but yours.

Then you walked out the door.

Merry Christmas Master.