It's a raging snow storm outside, but we are all nestled in our cabin under a fuzzy blanket, naked, warm and toasty. We've built a fire and are sitting watching the flames lick the logs, sparks flying and snapping as the snow melts off.

There is something romantic about low lights, a crackling fire and snuggling under a cozy blanket with the one you love.

We turn our naked bodies toward one another and start kissing, nuzzling necks, nipping at ears, you fondling my breasts, and me stroking my hand along your cock. We lay the blanket down on top of the cushioned rug and lie down beside each other. We continue exploring each other's bodies, always touching, rubbing, caressing, we have all night to make slow, sweet love to each other; giving and taking, tender, emotional, heart-searing pleasure from each other.

Waterfalls are very sensual.

You, me, water rushing down over our bodies, touching through our wet suits, holding each other close. You untie my bikini top and push it aside, I know what's coming and my nipples harden in anticipation. You bend your head down to suck on each wet, hard nipple, flicking your tongue over each and rubbing your hand over each to feel the nipple protruding into your palms.

People on the beach must wonder what we're doing when we disappear behind the cascading falls. You sit on a rock, kissing each other, I open the flap to your trunks and stroke your dick with my hand. I bend to take you, worshipping your cock with my lips, tongue and mouth, We haven't much time to stay undiscovered; once your cock is straining for more, I pull aside my bikini bottom, climb into your lap, let your dick slide inside me. I grind your dick with my pussy, feeling it ease out and push back in just far enough to rub my g-spot with the head of your dick. Feeling the cushiony spot envelop the head, my pussy contracts over your dick. Plunging my hips down over the length of your shaft, we scream out our release together, "thank you, Master" and "here it comes, baby."

I am all dressed up today, wearing a sheer black halter-top, short black mini-skirt, and tall shiny stiletto-heeled boots. My Master … me to his playroom and steps aside to allow me to enter ahead of him; as I walk a few steps ahead into the room, he can just see the bottoms of my ass cheeks and pussy lips peeking out below my skirt. My hair is up, in the bun I usually wear when in this space; my nails are painted blood red and my make-up is impeccable applied.

My Master directs me to his cross, helps me to climb atop and lay on it facing down. He tells me, "Lie still." In this room, I am in total submission, wanting only to please him in any way, in every way, he desires. He reaches out to take my right hand, stretches my arm along the length of the cross and immediately buckles it fast; resting his fingertips on the back of my hand, he trails them around my body as he walks to my outstretched left hand. He fastens my left hand, and immediately returns those fingertips to trail my body as he walks around me. He stops to nuzzle the back of my neck; I turn my face toward him as his teeth graze the side of my neck. He places his hand on the back of my neck, using the pressure of his fingers along my jaw to turn my face back down and saying, "Stay still."

He removes his hand from the back of my neck and I do not move. He continues leaving a trail of sensation along my spine, over my ass, and down the back of my left leg. He grasps my ankle, places it in the strap and buckles it down. Stepping around my foot, he grabs my right foot and fastens it as well. Master continues his exploration, stepping between my spread-eagled thighs, his fingertips creating a trail of goosebumps up the inside of my right thigh. He slides his hand over my dampened pussy to cup my mound, rubbing his thumb between my cheeks, dragging it across my pussy opening, with a flick just inside the open hole, and then finding my clit. He rubs over it in brisk motions, quickly causing a spasm to course through my cunt and slick wetness to seep out of my pussy.

In one swift motion, his hand departs from its exploration and rips open the back of my blouse. He retrieves his knife from his pocket, cuts the seams of my skirt and tears it open, fabric drops off my body leaving me exposed to his gaze and touch. I hear him unbuckle his belt and a zipper being undone. He steps forward to the juncture of my thighs, I am dripping now in anticipation. I feel my Master's dick probing, rubbing, seeking my wetness. I beg him, "lease, Master, fuck me now, I need you inside me."

My Master stops touching me immediately, pulls away from me, and I hear his belt slide being removed from his jeans. Immediately, I apologize, "I'm so sorry; you are my Master, I have no right to make demands on you. Please don't..." The leather of his belt strikes my bare ass. I scream. He grabs his tie and uses it to gag me, not wanting to hear anything more from me.

He continues to spank me, pausing every third or fourth strike to lick the welts on my ass and to soothe the bite of each strap I take. After several pauses taken to soothe my stinging flesh, I hear the belt drop to the floor. He slides his hand between my leg, and fingers reaching inside my pulsing pussy and jacks me off repeatedly, my pussy squirting a puddle onto the floor from his relentless attention. As I am crying through the gag, begging him to stop, he finally removes his hand.

Immediately, his dick is at the opening, hard and pulsing from his own excitement, he shoves his cock into my wetness and takes me once more. He pounds my pussy fast and hard, driven to reach his own climax now. My Master's cum inside me soothes me like nothing else could, and I revel in that feeling and the afterglow of a thorough loving.

I am cleaning the house needing it spotless and shining by the time he gets home. I expect to have the place gleaming, have my shower, and complete my hair and make-up before Master arrives from his long day.

Finally when all is done, I walk through to the kitchen to check the marinade on tonight's dinner and give it one more shake before I head to the bathroom. Time is getting short, I need to hurry to get myself ready for him. I am damp with sweat from my day's labors.

As I head out of the kitchen to the foyer, I hear his key in the front door. I am not ready! He can't see me like this; I am always polished and beautiful when he arrives home. It is one rule I have set for myself; one thing within my control that shows my dedication to taking care of myself and presenting only the very best of myself to my Master. He deserves my best as that is what he gives to me. I try to run to and get up the stairs before he crosses the threshold, but I do not have enough time.

He steps through the entry, and stops to stare at my flushed, damp face and body. He eases himself inside and without taking his eyes off me, pushes the door shut behind him. Master crooks a finger at me to come to him. I immediately comply, eyes lowered to the floor, I walk to him and wait for him to speak.

He pulls me into his arms, saying, "You look like you've been working." I notice he is damp with sweat as well, I lick his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. I respond, "My Master has been working as well. I love the taste of salt on your skin. May I taste more of you?" He nods as his eyes gleam in anticipation.

We go up the stairs and into our bedroom. Master allows me to strip off his clothes, licking and tasting him as I remove piece after piece of his clothing. I lead him to the shower and we get in. I set the temperature to his liking. Asking him to hold still, I use the removable shower wand to wet his hair and body. I wash and rinse his hair. Adding soap to a body sponge, I begin washing his body, rinsing as I go, then licking and kissing every part of him I have washed.

On my knees in front of him now, I drop the sponge. I like to use my bare soapy hands to clean my Master's rod, sack and ass, massaging him, fondling him, and very thoroughly cleaning him at the same time. Of course I need to check and be sure his parts are clean and well-rinsed, I can't help myself. I take his dick fully into my mouth, and stroke him with my tongue as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I kiss the head of his cock, pushing my tongue into his cum hole, running my tongue around the ridge of the head, and up and down the length of his dick.

I look up at my Master to see him watching me intently. Keeping my eyes on his, I lower my mouth to his balls, sucking on them and licking them as well. I glide my tongue over his sac, along the underside of his cock and suck the length of him into my throat in one smooth motion. Using my mouth to jack his dick, his shaft is enveloped in my hot mouth and throat; increasing the speed of my strokes on his cock, I see his eyes glaze over and know he is almost ready to cum. Reaching up I begin massaging his balls and rubbing my fingers on his perineum, my Master's cock swells and pulses in my mouth, I pull back a little as his cum starts to shoot out, so he can see it splash onto my tongue and coat the back of my throat as spurt after spurt of his hot load shoots out to slide down my throat.