I awoke one Friday morning, feeling particularly frisky after a wonderful dream. My Master happened to notice that I was walking about the house with an extra spring in my step, and a smile crossed his face.

"You're in high spirits today, kitten.," he said.

I went over to his desk where he sat, and I stood over him, running my fingernails through his long brown hair and smiling with adoration.

"Indeed I am, Sir."

He reached out, and hugged me around my hips, burying his face in my breasts and inhaling the scent of my vanilla body wash deeply.

He broke first, looking up at me with those wonderful golden eyes.

"I think we'll do something special tonight, just you and me."
I squeaked with excitement.

"What will we do, Sir?"

He tsked me.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be so special. Now get going on your errands, and I'll pull together the plans for tonight."

I giggled and headed out the door as he swatted my behind to get to my classes at the junior college. I could hardly concentrate during class due to my excitement, and I had the damp spot on my black lace-up bondage panties to prove it.

I love my Master dearly. He has been more supportive of me than anyone else in recent memory, and in return, I serve only him. His motto is "Only the best will do". He has gently pushed me to do my best in all things, and he rewards and praises me accordingly. That is why I felt so great around him. He really did make me feel like the best slave in the world, and I consider myself lucky to have found him.

Later that evening, I arrived home to find the house smelling of vanilla candles, and a post-it note on the entryway table, saying "bedroom".

"Master, I'm home."

I called out when I saw the note. He didn't answer, so I went straight upstairs to the bedroom. The bed was made nicely, with black comforter and sheets in place.

"I want you to strip for me"

his voice sailed from directly behind me. I smiled and started to take off my shirt in a hurry, but I felt the smack of a riding crop against my butt. He commanded me to start over again, and strip for him like I was the only stripper working in a nightclub.

I started to sway my hips in circular motion, moving to the music I heard in my head while I undid the button on my jeans, and slid them down to my ankles while bending at the waist. I ran my hands upwards to massage my breasts and take my shirt off while he moved around to the front to watch the action. I undid the buttons one by one, and gazed at his form seductively while I stripped my shirt off, revealing the matched bra I wore underneath. I knew I did well when I saw his eyebrows arch in approval, and a slight grin played at the corners of his mouth. I stepped out of my clothes, then dropped down and crawled over to him, mewling like the playful kitten I am. I dipped my head down, and kissed each shoe once, then sat back and gazed upwards, eyes wide open.

"Mew?"

He petted my head in approval, scratching behind the back of one ear so I'd purr.

"Stay there." he said, and I waited. He went over to the other side of the bed where we keep the cabinet of playthings, and he took something out from one of the drawers. He walked back over, and placed a tiny studded collar around my neck, buckling it into place. He then offered me his hands and I took them and stood up. He held my face in his hands and said

"That was beautiful, but you didn't do it long enough. For that, I have to spank you."

Before I even had time to whimper, he had me spun around, holding my hands behind my back with one hand, and bent me over his knee. He had laced my bondage panties up that morning like a corset, so it showed a great deal of skin between the lacings that criss-crossed my butt. He moved to my left side, and ordered me to count.

First, he caressed my ass with the end of the riding crop, and then let it fall hard on its target.

I yelped at the impact, and counted "One."

"I said count, not yelp," he said sternly.

"I thought I trained you better than that. Now start again!"

The riding crop fell again, and I counted "One!"

The crop fell ten times, turning my butt a rosy shade of red, and radiating heat. He stood me up and hugged me for being such a good girl to take my punishment so well. I thanked him for it. He kissed me gently on the forehead, and told me to go put on my makeup while he picked out what I was to wear for that evening.

He laid out a strapless short black velvet dress, black stockings with my lace-up vinyl garter belt, and back seamed lace top stockings. He also pulled out the matching wrist cuffs to go with the delicate studded collar I was already wearing. He came back over to me, and put the cuffs on, kissing each palm before doing so, letting my fingers caress his chin.

"Let's get dressed now, shall we?"

he asked. I nodded in assent. He led me over to the bed, and he took off my leather bra and bondage panties, so I stood naked in front of him, my head bowed slightly and my hands behind my back.

"Put my shirt on.," he said.

I went to the closet, and pulled out his favorite cotton button up shirt. I pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing, admiring the trim body under it that I lusted after on a daily basis, and put on the shirt I was holding, being careful not to dawdle too long. I buttoned it up, and asked if I could brush his hair. He said I could so I picked up the bristle brush and gently brushed his long brown hair until it gleamed.

"What scent would you like to wear for the evening, Sir?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, and said

"The amber vanilla oil. It would complement what I have in mind for you."

He smiled, and I smiled back.

He stood up and admired himself in the full-length mirror by the door, then turned to me.

"You did excellent. Now it's your turn." and he winked.

He slid the vinyl garter belt up over my legs, and laced it in tightly to emphasize my waist to its best view. He rolled on each stocking sensuously and clipped them in place, adjusting the back seams so they'd be straight. Then he put the dress on me, zipping it up so it fit snug over my figure.

When he had me sit so he could put my stilettos on, he also buckled two studded leather bootstraps over my ankles, and slid a tiny padlock into each buckle, effectively locking my shoes on my feet. I really knew it was going to be a special night when he did that and I got all excited again.

He pulled me up so I was standing, and asked me to look at him. He walked a circle around me with a critical eye, and I held my breath until he was done. He smiled, admiring his handiwork, then reached into the pocket of his slacks, and pulled out a small bottle.

"This is what I had in mind for you." he said and unscrewed the cap.

He dabbed a little of the oil on his fingers, and dotted it on my neck just above the collar, and on my wrists next to the cuffs. It smelled like spicy vanilla.

We looked quite the pair when we walked out to the car. I in my strapless dress, it showing off my white shoulders and collar quite beautifully and my long red hair flared back as I walked, and him in the white button up shirt and black slacks, hair flaring behind him as he walked.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked while we drove.

"We will go to Il Corso." he said with a slight smile.

I giggled, and played with my wrist cuffs. Il Corso was the best Italian restaurant in town. That was where I'd met him while I was working as a waitress. I smiled at the memory of that first night when he'd introduced me to the art of bondage.

It didn't seem like 4 years ago; the memory was still so fresh, like it was just the other day.

He only ordered one dish for himself, and he fed me from his plate, one ravioli at a time. I was as melted as the butter on the warm bread he fed to me.

After dinner, we went straight back to the house, and at the doorway, he told me to wait outside. I looked at him quizzically, and he gave me a mischievous wink and a grin, and told me to trust him. I took a few steps back while he disappeared inside, and I waited for what he was going to do.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait too terribly long. He softly called to me from the doorway, and led me in by the hand.

"Close your eyes"

he told me as he unzipped my dress, pushing it down so I stood only in stockings, garter belt and shoes. He unbuckled my delicate princess collar and cuffs, and replaced them with a rigid 4" posture collar, and 4" wide cuffs around my wrists and ankles. He clipped my wrists together behind my back with a double clip, and bound rope around my elbows so they were touching, and my chest was thrust far out, and he then connected a jeweled chain leash to the main ring in the front of the collar, and told me to keep my eyes down, and follow him. I followed him to the bedroom, where he then disconnected the leash, told me to get on my knees and wait, and he placed a padded leather blindfold over my eyes.

My hearing perked up tenfold, and I heard rustling fabric, clinking chains, and other things being arranged. Then I heard his footsteps approach me, and he picked me up under the arms, and lifted me so I was on my feet again.

"Start walking,"

he gently ordered and I felt him lead me by his hands around my waist, encouraging me and pulling me along gently. It was a little nerve-wracking, taking baby steps in 5" heels that were locked on my feet, and I didn't have use of my arms, but he didn't rush me. I felt him lead me to his side of the 4-poster bed and then he unclipped my wrist cuffs.

"I am going to take off your blindfold for a few moments to show you what I will be using"

he said gently. He removed the leather blindfold, and my eyes adjusted quickly to the candle lit room.

Soft Celtic harp music was playing. He was standing beside me, and he picked up a soft suede flogger.

"I will start with this to warm you up."

He whacked it against his hand once for effect. He put it down, and moved on to the next one, a leather flogger with narrower tails.

"I will use this after you're primed and ready for something.....heavier."

He moved onto the next object, two sets of black, 5 foot long lengths of satin. Master called them "Love me Knots", and they were my absolute favorite.

"I will be using these to tie you up"

I smiled as he showed them to me. He picked up a strange-looking object next.

"If you get too noisy, I will use this leather bit gag to keep you quiet. It's stuffed, so it's nice and soft."

He smiled at this, and my heart skipped a beat.

He picked a dagger in its sheath next. Just from the outline, I could tell it was one of my very good Damascus knives, with a 6" blade.

"If you're naughty and squirm too much, I will use this to keep you in line, but hopefully I won't have a need for it tonight. I know how good you try to be for me".

He smiled, and I nodded in agreement.

"Shall we start, kitten?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent." he said quietly.

He quickly forced me onto my knees so I was kneeling with my stomach on a pillow over the bed. He put the leather blindfold back on, and then tied my arms together with one of the love me knots, lacing them together like one would tie a ballet shoe, finishing with my wrists tied together. There was a pause, and I felt his fingers playing with my ass as he spread a mint-scented lubricant. It felt hot and cool at the same time, then he inserted an anal plug. I sighed a little at this.

He then hooked a spreader bar between my ankle cuffs to push my legs apart and this caught me by surprise. He didn't tell me he was going to use it, but I grew wet at the thought of being so exposed to Master, so I didn't say anything.

He finished preparing me, then I felt him reach over me and I felt the soft suede flogger tails trailing down my back, causing goose bumps to rise, and a gasp to escape from my mouth. He caressed my back with the flogger for a few moments, making the hairs rise, then I felt the whoosh of air as it left, and it landed across my ass with a thud, 3, 4, 5,.......10 times, pausing to caress my rapidly heating skin with the cool tails of the flogger between each hit, making my ass feel very hot and sensitive indeed.

"I want you to be a good girl and hold very still for me while I warm you up."

"Yes sir" I whispered.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, causing me to kneel upright and said to me loudly.

"I didn't hear you! What did you say?"

"I said, Yes Sir!" I said loudly, sorry that I'd displeased him.

I tried not to whimper. He waited a moment, and then released his hold on my hair.

"Since you seem to want to be so quiet tonight, I think I'll gag you to ensure your silence."

He opened my mouth roughly, and I felt him buckle the stuffed leather bit tightly in my mouth. I had never been gagged before, so this was a new experience. I whimpered at the thought of not being able to yell at the moment when I came. He pushed me down again onto the pillow.

With that, he reached over me and I sensed he picked up the heavier flogger.

"Now kitten, I don't want you to squirm too much while I continue on. Be on your best behavior"

and I felt the first whack sting a bit as it hit home. He hit me with the heavier flogger faster than he did with the light one, and I started to whimper as I felt my butt go hotter and redder with each hit. I lost count as the endorphin rush kicked in.


He then stopped suddenly, and caressed my now tender ass and backside with a warm hand, making me jump.

"I am going to go downstairs a moment, kitten. I'll be right back."

I heard him leave, and I was left alone. I tested the knots, wriggling to see how tight they were, but Master tied them tightly, so I had to wait.

A minute or two later, I heard him come back with a drink. I heard him put the drink down, the ice cubes clinking around, then I felt something cold drip onto my back, and I jumped at the suddenness of it. I then felt Master's hand on the small of my back below my fingers, holding an ice cube there, the water running in rivulets down my ass and sides, soaking under my vinyl garter belt and stockings. Still holding the rapidly diminishing ice cube, he ran it lower, around the plug and lower still, until it rested on my now very wet pussy, and I whimpered and jumped at the sudden temperature change, straining my bonds to get my hands free.

"Do you enjoy that?" he asked.

"You seem to be melting those ice cubes with no problem at all. I hope you like them."

I nodded, unable to speak around the gag.

He was quiet for a few moments, and then he removed the spreader bar from my legs, and picked me up around my waist, standing me up. He removed the heavy posture collar I had on, and he replaced it with a narrower, but still heavy collar with single hanging ring, then picked me up and lay me on the bed on my back. I heard him pull a chain out from the headboard and he connected it to my collar. My arms were still bound and the blindfold and gag were still in place. I heard him undressing, letting the clothing fall on the floor, forgotten. I heard him walk over to the bed, and I felt him scrutinizing every detail of my near-naked body by the candlelight, clad in only a garter belt, stockings, high heels, gag, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar. The intensity of his staring was turning me on greatly.

It seemed like an eternity, but then I finally felt him climb onto the bed, and start kissing and massaging his way up my legs. I whimpered in frustration to for him to touch my wet pussy, where I ached for him the most. He placed his hands at my hips, deliberately avoiding that spot, and making me want him even more. I whimpered, and tried to arch my hips, but instead he leaned down, and inhaled the womanly musk that was emanating from me.

He moved up and started to suckle my breasts, licking the nipples, and massaging them with his hands, then moving up to kiss my neck. I arched my head back, offering my neck to him, and he bit down hard on the pressure point at the junction between my neck and shoulder.

My breathing went erratic, and I stiffened and came against him, shaking uncontrollably. He reached up and removed the gag from my lips, kissing me passionately in its wake. I returned his kiss with the same intensity. He then forced my legs open with his body, and fingered my throbbing hot clit, nearly making me cum again before he entered me with such force that I cried out in surprise.

I started sighing with pleasure at finally feeling him buried inside me, after such a long and intense buildup. I loved every second of it.

"You feel so good kitten.....so very hot and eager..." he moaned out.

I moaned in agreement.

"Tell me how I feel kitten."

"You feel so good sir. I love feeling you inside me." I whispered back.

"I love feeling your body, your strength, and your warmth. I love it when you claim me. I only want to belong to you and no other".

He moaned louder as he pumped back and forth atop me, and I wrapped my legs around his pelvis, pulling him in. I just couldn't get enough of him.

The lovemaking continued far into the night, our cries fading into the twilight until we finally collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, him spooning me protectively and caressing my arm.

He whispered into my ear "I love you, my kitten."

"I love you too, sir." I answered.

As I drifted off into dreamland, I felt Master get out of bed. I woke, and sat up, quizzically looking at where he was going. He went to the desk, opened a drawer, got something out of it, then came back to bed.

He lay down with his arms around me, holding my hands. Then he slipped something cool onto my left third finger, with the words

"You are my slave, you are my love, you are my best half, and I want you with me always and forever. Will you do me the honor of accepting my ring...and my collar?"

I was up and wide awake in a flash, my mouth agape at this proposition. I stared at the ring, its garnet winking seductively in its filigree setting.

"Permission to act freely, sir?"

"Yes."

I rolled over and tackled him, hugging him tightly as I giggled and got teary-eyed.

"Master, I couldn't think of a better man to be with for all time. I accept you and your offer, with all my heart and due respect."

We kissed deeply, and laughed and cuddled until the candles flickered out, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. That night could not have been more perfect.

~The End~