In all the years I have been owned, my Master has never made a big deal out of Valentine’s Day, at least not towards me. Usually a card and maybe a flower. That is it. Why should He be any more romantic? I am His slave, not His wife or lover.
However, he likes to go all out for His girlfriend: flowers, cards, a special dinner, maybe a night in a fancy hotel suite with all the toys. Of course, I do the planning and make the reservations.
This year, with the help of His girlfriend, Miss Carol, I made all their reservations and ordered the flowers. I even booked them a romantic suite with a whirlpool, a view of the Las Vegas Strip, and the famous Bellagio Fountains. They were going to have a fantastic night!
On Valentine’s Day, Miss Carol stopped by my office several times to ensure I had everything ready for them. Of course, she could not just do that; she reminded me that this was for HER and my Master. I would be home alone, unable to masturbate or do anything that might make me cum, while she would be having awesome, mind-blowing orgasms.
Adding to her insults, she included a little compliment. She said she would miss not having me there to lick her cum filled pussy!
That night, she came over to the house. She entered, i did my usual, greeted her at the door, removed her high heels, and kissed her stocking feet as she handed me her lingerie to be hand washed. This time she even had me remove the pair she wore, telling me to sniff them and tell her if they were wet. They were. She smiled as she walked into the house to greet my Master.
This evening, Master-Sir had me order them a limousine to the hotel.
They got comfortable on the couch as I sat at His feet. I served them both drinks. I noticed she did not have a night bag; I had packed Master one for him.
While I was sitting at my Owner’s feet, Miss Carol went upstairs for something and returned with a smile on her face.
She sat down and had me recite to her what I had planned for them when I heard the doorbell ring. They got up with me as I stood up. Miss Carol told me I needed to go upstairs; She had laid out some clothes for me and shoes. I needed to hurry and pack my bag. I stared at her, not understanding.
Master-Sir held my hand as Miss Carol went to answer the door. He wanted to tell me this night was for Him and me, not Him and Miss Carol. I almost fainted.
Master- Sir was taking ME out on Valentine’s Night! He was leaving her behind! I could not run fast enough upstairs. She had laid out a lovely dress and matching undergarments. I was going to be allowed to wear a bra and panties!
In the limo, I wanted to sit on the floor at His feet, but He kept telling me to sit beside Him. I wanted to carry His bags to the suite, but He insisted on having the bellman do it. This was “Our Night”
I could write an entire post just about the show (O’) and Dinner overlooking the Fountains being served instead of serving. Having my Owner spend so much time with me was overwhelming. He was holding my hand, kissing me, walking hand in hand. All the things I see him do with Her, he was doing with me.
As a slave who spends most of her time naked, wearing something soft, sexy, and pretty made my emotions go into overdrive. Part of me said this was not right. I am the slave, not the girlfriend. The other side told me to enjoy the fantasy night.
Back at the suite, i immediately stripped and knelt at His feet. Kissing them and thanking them. He laughed at my reactions to it all., It’s been a long time since I was allowed to enjoy a Jacuzzi in the bedroom.
The problem was, all the time, he had also been teasing me. Especially with the Jacuzzi. It had such mighty Jets; He made me sit in front of it and feel them on my ignored pussy. I wanted to cum so bad from that; I was screaming and pleading to be allowed to cum as he snuggled up to me and started to kiss me from my lips down to my breasts! This was pure torture of the best kind!
After that, we sat on the balcony; I was actually allowed to sit on the furniture! We shared a bottle of change. I was naked, 36 stories up, standing at the railing, looking out as Master-Sir talked about how the people on the Strip could look up and see his fluffy, naked slave.
I know, 36 stories up at night, they could not see my naked, exposed body. But the feeling was there as He continued to tease and humiliate me.
This was all like a dream. An awesome dream. But it wasn’t; it was real.
In bed, Master-Sir loved me. He kissed me, teased my nipples, and even did the unthinkable. Master-Sir licked my pussy! I couldn’t stand it anymore. Well, let’s say my body finally had enough teasing! I finally let it go.
He hasn’t done that in YEARS. My clit felt the warm breath and the tip of His tongue, and I started to shake, moan, then scream as my body convulsed. I clung to Him like we were in the middle of an earthquake as I felt it wave over me. I started to cry. Partially from all the emotions, I felt and the fact that I disobeyed my Owner.
I had never felt an orgasm like that. It felt like hours of trembling, moaning, and grabbing the sheets to stop the world from spinning and soaking the sheet! I must have looked like some fluffy porn star!
He held on to me as I cried and apologized—six weeks of constant edging, teasing, and denial. I was on the edge of the emotional cliff for a long time. I begged forgiveness and told Him I would accept any punishment he wanted to give me.
He smiled and climbed between my legs, and started to fuck me as He tried to lean in and kiss me. But my head was like the exorcist! I swear. i was still having mini orgasms as He fucked His slave.
After He started to cum inside me, I held him tightly, enjoying the feeling. Once He was done, I could not turn around fast enough to kiss, clean and worship that magnificent cock and to thank Him. Still wondering what He had planned for my punishment and when.
He ordered me into the shower with HIM. Yes, I got to be in the shower with him. It was That Big! I washed Him from head to toe. Thanking and loving every inch of him.
Master-Sir actually had a second erection from my bathing Him and allowed me to suck His cock in the shower.
Cuddling up in bed, He asked if I enjoyed the night. I started to cry, trying to tell Him how I loved every minute of it, but as His slave did not deserve this. This was supposed to be for Him and Miss Carol. He laughed.
He told me I would not be punished for having multiple orgasms without permission. Furthermore, he wondered if I would break down and cum with all the stimulation I had tonight.
Before falling asleep, he wanted me that I should not expect this again for a long time, if ever. And that my next orgasm will be a long time away! Kissing Him, I said, as His slave, I would do as He commanded. I would suffer, but I would try to obey.
The following morning, He lay in bed as I ordered room service. He enjoyed having a fancy breakfast as I enjoyed worshiping His cock.
My boss called to tell me that I had the day off and to enjoy myself. I did!
My mind still relives every minute of the experience, and I still don’t think I deserve that treatment. But I will! Master told me I now needed to plan a night like that for Him and Miss Carol
I am a loved slave!