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Christmas Presents

December 27th, 2006

I guess Iâ??ve put it off long enough. The â??Christmas Presentâ?
post. Iâ??ve been dying to say what I bought Master for Christmas but I know that
in turn Iâ??d have to tell what He bought me. What He bought me is embarrassing!

Yes, I said bought. Master decided to spare me the anxiety
of having to come up with something creative for Christmas (I think He realizes
Iâ??ve run out of ideas), and gave me some cash to spend on Him. I see the shock
in your eyes. I can hear the questions spraying from your mouths in utter
distaste. â??Gave you money? Why would He have to give you money? You
work for a living!â? Yes, but Iâ??m a slave, and as such I own nothing. Even the money
I slave away for, as the government will so gladly tell you. And besides, even
if I was allowed to retain ownership of the money I work for, itâ??s still in His
bank account (We donâ??t have a joint account anymore – long story that has
nothing to do with the fact that Iâ??m a slave or either of us being bad with
money.) so I had to bug Him to take some cash out for me.

In any case, what I bought Master: Terry Goodkindâ??s
new book in hard cover, a sake set, the dragon chess set Heâ??s wanted FOREVER, a
monopod and a bag for His tripod. He made me laugh when He opened the tripod
bag. He was so excited. Iâ??ve never seen such a little boyâ??s look on His face. And
then He turns a half-hearted disapproving stare (unable to fight the smile
still plastered to His lips) on me and said, â??But this is sort of for you too. You
were thinking when you bought it, â??If I have to carry the damn thing, I want a
bag for it.â?? werenâ??t you?â? And I laughed and reminded Him, â??But Master, you
usually carry the tripod, not me.â? â??Oh, thatâ??s true.â? (I carry the tripod now.
He hates carrying bags. I knew it would work out this way, but I donâ??t mind. Itâ??s
really light and doesnâ??t mess with my balance when walking so itâ??s all good.)

What Master bought me: a candle from Yankee candle (Clean
Cottonâ?¦ yum! The odd thing is, our dryer sheets smell just like the candle so
when the dryerâ??s running you canâ??t tell the candleâ??s lit.), a cell phone!, the
first Post Secret book (I read the whole thing on Christmasâ?¦ Iâ??m so lame.), and
an enema kit. An enema kit!

What Master bought Himself (but really both of us): Two bags
of mini clothespins (Theyâ??re so cute!), and a paddle.

Okay, okayâ?¦ Iâ??ll never make the mistake of thinking He doesnâ??t
read me again. Not that I ever could. He often recites back to me things I say
here word for word. Sometimes mere seconds after Iâ??ve uploaded the post.

Anyway, the enema kit and the paddle are both specifically
because I said I wanted them. Well, He wanted the paddle too. But other than
having a clean ass to fuck, He could care less about the enema kit. Heâ??s not
into scat (and neither am I!) and made it very clear that He has absolutely no
interest in being in the room while I do this. Which is perfectly okay with me.
I meanâ?¦ what if one day I put too much in and I canâ??t make it to the toilet? Iâ??d
rather keep that embarrassment to myself, thank you very much!

So yesterday I administered my first enema to myself. I have
to admit, I was dripping wet about midway through my bowels filling with water.
I donâ??t know if it was due to the enema or the thoughts running through my
head. I had visions of Master fucking my ass and me spinning around without
hesitation and sucking His cock running through my head. Enjoyable fantasies of
being fucked in the ass and not having to worry about how Masterâ??s cock will
look when it comes out. Becoming a little anal whore who begs to have her ass
used all the time. And damn if it didnâ??t take extreme self-restraint not to put
my fingers between my legs while the last of the water trickled into my waiting
anus.

And now Iâ??m all slippery againâ?¦ ::grin::

Later, Master and I were laying in bed talking and teasing
when He started pinching my nipples and tugging and touching and feeling and
justâ?¦ wow! I reached between us and His cock was hard as a rock. I laid back
and enjoyed the way it felt to have His hands all over my chest while I rubbed
His cock between my pussy lips to let Him feel the wetness there.

It wasnâ??t long before He told me to turn on my side so He
could fuck me. I about died from ecstasy when His cock thrust into my cunt. He
spent the entire time pinching my tits and hitting me andâ?¦

And my day just went to shit. A pipe broke in the bathroom. Fuck!

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