My Christmas Visit With Master
9:02AM on January 22, 2011
It started the same as the other visits we have had, I go to pick him up at the airport. We always have the best times either in or near the airport, I love the trill of the chase, the thought of being caught and of course Master knows this. When he arrives we head out to the car, but he stops me by the restrooms. The look he gives me is more than enough for me to know the thoughts running threw his mind. I go in to be sure we can be alone when we enter the room, after checking I get Master and we proceed into one of the stalls. He pushes my skirt up and forces me against the wall, straddling the toilet and bracing my hands against the wall I feel him enter me, one hand on my hips the other over my mouth so that if anyone enters I will still be quiet enough for him to finish with me as he pleases without notice. As I feel his hips pressing against me I hear one of the other stall doors open and then shut, a slight grin comes across my face, but not for long Master shoves into me taking the grin and returning a painful grimace, which is one of pain and pleasure, something I have grown accustomed to from Masters touch. I can hear the woman in the next stall but only faintly as the noises from around me fade and I enter my own head where only master and I exist, where nothing can take away the touch of him or the feelings he brings to me. As Master finishes it takes every bit of restraint I have not to scream with enjoyment, a single moan escapes my lips and the woman next to us giggles and leaves. Master and I arrange our clothing and return to our walk to the car.
It was a long ride home and I could feel my need for another release from Master growing within me as we drive, my body wanting him with every mile. More and more the closer we got to home. Those few moments where I can catch his eyes in between looks as I drive I can see he is thinking, wondering, planning, of what I am unsure but I know it is there.
When we arrive at my place we gather Masters things and settle in. We lay in bed for a bit watching movies. With Master beside me everything seems right and in place, his hands caressing my back as I lay with my head against his chest. The touch of his fingers against my skin makes me quiver with chills. His hands wonder my back inching lower and lower until his fingers enter me, my eyes close and everything fades but him. The pleasure I receive from Master is a necessity something that I can not do without, it motivates my breath, my heart, and stimulates my brain in so many forms it is beyond words for me to be able to explain. As his touch brings me to orgasm I drift into sleep, a sound sleep that only Master can provide for me.
Just think this is only the first few hours, I will continue to write the rest of our visit out but wanted to be sure to get it started.
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