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The moon slowly rose over the distant horizon and cast its silky light
across the sea. The wave caps were painted a frosty white as they broke across the beach down
below. In the air hung the wet, salty smell of the beach, mixed with the scent of sweat and coconut
oil. He sipped his Jamaican red Stripe once more and reflected on the day. He smiled as he sat
there and wondered how she was feeling right now. He decided that he would go check on her, just to
make sure she was still breathing when he finished his beer, but for now, he would let her sleep,
let her recover, and he would enjoy the moon rise and the peace and solitude of the sea. The day
had started like any other day in paradise tends to start. The sunlight streaming in through the
windows had awakened him, and when he felt the soft skin of her laying there nestled beside him, he
had smiled. He quietly snuck from the bed and out onto the patio, marveling yet again at the beauty
of this island, seeing the sun rise behind the mountains and the air come alive with the light. He
looked down at the beach and saw a few souls stirring along the length, but none in the private
cove upon which this house sat. He waved at Martha, the cook, who was just arriving and motioned
for her to keep quiet. Then he quickly wrote down what he wanted for breakfast on a slip of paper
and dropped it down to her, along with a note to bring it up to the room when she was done. He
reached out over the balcony rail and picked a fresh orange, sucking the juice out of each wedge,
and when his lips were nice and sticky from the juice, he opened the door and slipped back into the
room. He looked again at her quiet form laying there on the bed, so peaceful, so beautiful, laying
there half draped in the soft white silk sheets. He very carefully grabbed one end of the sheet and
slowly pulled it away, revealing her soft white flesh to his eyes. She moaned just a little as the
edge of the sheet pulled across her nipples, but she did not awaken. In a moment the sheet was off
and she was laying there naked, her sex exposed to his eyes. He could still see the evidence of
their love making from the night before dried there on her inner thighs. He smiled as he recalled
how she had tried so hard to please him as she slowly rode his cock just a few hours before. The
sight of her laying there aroused him and he knew then that he must have her before the day got
started. An evil grin came across his face as he thought of all the ways to awaken her. It was
decided, though, when she rolled over onto her back, exposing her cunt to his eyes and inviting his
tongue in for a taste. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he positioned himself between her legs. He
bent down and ran his tongue between her labia, finding her clit and flicking it. He grinned when
she awoke with a start that instantly became a moan as she spread her legs wide and tilted her
pelvis up to his lips. He continued to suck there on her clit, pulling it gently into his mouth and
flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue, then running his tongue back and forth over it,
feeling it grow hard and swell with his ministrations. He felt her writhe and buck beneath him as
he made love to her with his tongue. He loved to please her in the mornings especially when she was
relaxed and at peace with herself. He knew that she usually awoke in the mood and that really good
sex was better than a cup of coffee for her. He slowly slipped a finger along her slit, getting it
good and wet, and then slipping it into her cunt, pressing slightly upwards as he did, finding her
special spot and rubbing it in small circles, matching those circles with his tongue on her clit.
He held her thighs in his arms, spreading them for better access, but also to hold on. He could
tell that she was near an orgasm and he would need to hold on to be able to ride her wild motions
when it hit her. He moved his tongue down and slipped it into her cunt, lapping up all her juices,
craving for more. Plunging his tongue into her sex over and over, he moved a finger down to rub
some of her juice onto her anus. Then when it was nice and wet, he slowly slipping a finger into
her ass. He listened to her breathing, feeling her cunt clamp down on his tongue as it slid into
her, her ass tight around his finger. He held tight as her pelvis starting moving and jerking
beneath him and a small scream escaped her lips as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. He lapped
up all of her cum and gently, even teasingly, moved his tongue back up to her clit, rubbing softly
over it, sending small waves of electricity through her as he tried to prolong her orgasm. Slowly
but surely though, he felt her body relax. As it did, he kissed a trail from her sex up to the
valley between her breasts, then along her neck and finally to her lips, looking deeply into her
eyes as he kissed her. "Good Morning My dear." He said as he knelt there above her, a smile on his
face as he watched her recover. Smiling back up at him, she replied "Good Morning Milord, and how
are you this morning Sir?" He positioned himself above her so that his cock was right at the
entrance to her cunt and slowly slid it into her wet depths. Then he replied, "Much better now,
thank you. I trust you slept well?" "Yes, Milord, I slept very well." she replied between gasps as
he slowly slid his cock all the way into her and then all the way back out. He continued this for a
few moments, savoring the feeling of her around him, then he began to fuck her with just the head
of his cock, just sliding it in and out of the rim of her cunt. She began to moan and move under
him, begging for more of his cock, but he continued slowly and deliberately and then quite suddenly
slid it all the way into her again. He loved to feel her spasm down around his cock, and that move
almost always made her do so. He loved when she felt so hot and tight around him, and he began to
forcefully slide his cock in and out of her, hearing the slap of skin against skin as he fucked
her. He could feel his own need rising as he felt her moving beneath him, her signal that she too
was ready to cum. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Cum for Me, little one, cum with Me."
Then he exploded inside of her, filling her cunt with his hot cum. He felt her milk his cock as she
orgasmed as well, again crying out in her pleasure. He loved that sound and smiled again as he held
her tight while they both relished the pleasure of the moment. Once they were both still and
relaxed, he slowly slid off of her and rolled over onto his back beside her. He felt completely
relaxed and had almost drifted back off to sleep when he felt her stir beside him. He did not open
his eyes, but instead, felt her move down beside his thighs and softly taking his cock in her
hands, began to lick him clean from their sex. This cycle might have continued for some time except
that a knock on the door signaled that breakfast was ready. He called out "Please bring it in the
room." reaching down to hold her head over his cock as the cook came into the room carrying a tray
loaded with fresh coffee, juice, fruit, bread, and country ham. The aroma was wonderful and he
inhaled deeply as she brought it into the room and placed it on the table beside the bed.. He was
glad that his cook was not bothered by such things as sex. It was something he admired about the
Jamaican people, their openness and honesty about all parts of life, especially sex. He laughed
when she gave him a knowing smile of approval and slapped his little slave on the ass before
heading out the door. When she was gone, he lifted her head so that he might see the blush on her
cheeks before it faded, knowing that she had not expected that this morning. He was not
disappointed as her face was bright scarlet and a small smile of embarrassment was on her face.
"You just love to do that to me, don't You, Milord?" she playful asked in mock indignation. "You
just enjoy the blush it bring to my cheeks when you embarrass me." "And what if I do, My dear?
Would you object?" He asked "No, of course not Milord. I would gladly do this for you if it pleased
you." she hastily answered. Her head dropped somewhat in shame as she replied. He merely laughed
and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Then breaking the kiss and looking into her
eyes he replied, "you please Me greatly My dear. Now lets eat!" He smiled as he watched her climb
from the bed and pour them each a cup of coffee. Carefully carrying it over to him, she handed him
a cup and then returned to the tray. He sipped the hot, freshly ground Jamaican Blue Mountain
coffee as she fixed them each a plate of food and carried it over to him on the bed. He just smiled
and sipped his coffee, urging her to go ahead and eat while he savored his coffee. He knew that sex
made her ravenous and he loved to watch her wolf down the food after a good work out. When she was
done, she looked up and frowned as she said, "But Milord, you have not eaten a single thing. Would
you like for Me to feed you?" He grinned an evil smile and looking in her eyes, said, "That would
be lovely." Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bed with him, and positioned her so
that she was kneeling over his face. "Now hand Me some of those orange wedges, grapefruit and melon
balls, one at a time please." As she did, he placed them at the entrance to her cunt and slid them
in, licking up the juice that dripped down after each one. When he had placed several inside of her
and she was beginning to be full, he said to her, "Now feed them to Me one at a time." He smiled as
he watched her bear down and he placed his mouth over her cunt, drinking in all the juice that she
was squeezing as she tried to force the fruit out. Then one by one she squeezed out the pieces of
fruit and he ate everyone, relishing the taste of their sex with the fresh Jamaican fruit. When she
was empty, he ran his tongue into her and licked her cunt clean as far as his tongue would reach.
When he was done, he ran his tongue over her clit and listened to her moan, then he pushed her down
until she was positioned over his hard cock again and smiled as she slid down onto it. He reached
over and grabbed the country ham and ate it while watching her ride his cock, lost in her own
passion and need as she did so. He could tell that she was close again, and while he was trying to
distract himself by eating, he knew that he could not hold back much longer either. Soon she was
riding his cock wildly, her hair flying all around her face, her nails running down his chest and
her head thrown back, lost in the waves of her arousal. He smacked her hard on the ass, loving the
feeling of her clamping down on his cock in surprise when he did that, and bringing her back down
from her arousal, postponing her orgasm just a little longer. Soon she was moaning again as he
started to move under her, feeling his own need build. He too moaned as his cock swelled up inside
of her and pumped more cum into her. She stifled a scream as his cum triggered her own orgasm and
she collapsed down upon him, a shudder running through her body as she did so. They laid there for
a few minutes, but the waves crashing on the beach were calling to him, so when his cock slipped
from inside of her, he gently rolled her off of him and kissed her. She began to scoot down to lick
his cock clean again, but he stopped her, saying with a grin, "I think that will just get us in
trouble again" "Shall I prepare a quick shower then Milord?" she asked climbing slowly out of bed,
stretching like a bear cub coming out of its winter slumber. He watched her stretch, the way her
breasts rose up when she did so, and decided that maybe once more this morning wasn't out of the
questions and nodded yes, watching her walk to the bathroom and start the water running. He slowly
stood and looked at the rumpled bed and the wet stains there and smiled as he walked to the
bathroom. She held the door to the shower open for him and followed him into the shower as the warm
water ran over him. He had installed a water tower in the woods next to the house to ensure he had
enough water pressure for his morning shower. Every morning, just like today, he was thankful he
had done so. He felt her soft hands on his back, softly caressing him with soap as she began to
wash and massage him. He relaxed and let her work her way down his back, then washing each leg,
lifting first one foot, then the other to wash, then slowly turning around as she repeated the
process down the front of his body. She washed his neck, chest, stomach, then carefully avoiding
his cock, washed his legs. Then she smiled up at him as she took his cock in her hands and licked
it clean, sucking it into her mouth as it hardened, and then swallowing it, her throat bobbing up
and down on it. He held onto the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her wet hair, urging her
onward. He reached down and caressed her breasts, taking a nipple in each hand and pinching them,
then slightly twisting them, causing her to moan in blissful agony. Her moans sent vibrations
running along his cock and that was just enough to send him over the edge as he began to pump his
cum down her throat for a third time that morning. When his orgasms had subsided, she slipped her
mouth from his cock and quickly rinsed it clean in the water. Then she took the shampoo and seating
him on the bench in the shower, held his forehead to her breast and massaged the shampoo into his
hair. He moaned as she did this and she knew that it was one of his favorite pleasures, to have his
hair washed. When she was done massaging his scalp and neck, she pulled the shower wand from its
holder and quickly sprayed his hair clean. Then she tilted his head up and kissed him softly on the
lips, feeling her heart melt with his smile, his pride and pleasure obvious. He then stood and
slipped from the shower, grabbing a towel on the way out and drying himself as he walked to the
balcony, grabbing the morning NY Times and giving her time in the bathroom to cleanse and prepare
herself for the day. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom all fresh, clean and dry. He
couldn't help but stare at her naked body in all its glory as she did so. Walking very carefully
through the room, she made her way to his side, kneeling down beside him and looking up at him.
"What should I wear Milord, to please you?" she asked looking up at him. He thought for a moment
that he would prefer to keep her naked, but thought that a little clothing often adds more to the
sensuality than total nakedness, so he instructed her to put on the small thong bikini he had
bought for her the day before. "I was thinking that we might take the boat out for a sail today. I
had Martha prepare a nice picnic lunch and Bob to prepare the boat." He replied. "That sounds
wonderful Milord." she replied and rose to walk back into the house to get dressed. When she was
done, he watched her walk, admiring her grace, her lithe body. Then quickly dressing himself, they
headed for the beach and the small sailing yacht that he had called for the day before. The breeze
on the ocean was brisk but steady, perfect for sailing and he quickly had the boat answering to his
command. The water rushed past them and soon the island was but a mere speck in the distance. He
sat at the tiller, holding the ropes to the sails in his fingers as his hands played across the
tiller directing the boat across the water. He smiled at his slave as she lay on the front deck
spread out on a towel, her top long since removed, feeling the spray of the salt water on her sun
warmed skin. He thought that she reminded him of a cat in the sun laying there. Deciding that they
were far enough out and that He wanted to take advantage of her body here on the open waters, he
started to bring the boat to a stop. He let the ropes slide from his fingers, letting the sail lose
in the wind, and the boat slowly coasted to a stop in the water. The change roused her and she
looked back at him to be sure everything was alright.
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When he waved at her, she returned his smile
and resumed her position on the deck. When the tiller and sails had been secured he went below to
get the lunch. Martha had prepared turkey and Swiss cheese on onion rolls for lunch, along with a
bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from his wine cellar. He walked up and joined her on the forward deck and
stretched out beside her, gently rubbing her back and laying out their lunch. They ate and just
laid there, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the gentle rocking of the boat at sea and the wonderful
wine. He laid on his back and she curled up around him, her head on his chest, her hair spread over
him. Laying there in the sun, feeling very relaxed as the slow rolling of the ocean tried to lull
them to sleep, he began to lightly rub her breasts, feeling her nipples quickly became aroused and
hard. He continued to stroke them softly and soon she was purring with content, arching her back up
so that He could rub them more. He slowly rolled her over onto her back, exposing her breasts to
the warm sun. He continued to fondle them, gently massaging them, rolling her nipples between his
fingers, softly pinching them and twisting them. He watched her respond to his actions and for a
moment thought that she might cum just from playing with her nipples. He did not want that, so he
began to massage down over her stomach to the top of her thong bikini. Slipping his hand
underneath, he was delighted to feel that she had shaved herself smooth again for him that morning,
and that she was already wet from her excitement. He had her slip off her thong and he slipped a
finger into her slit, slowly beginning to massage her clit, rubbing it gently, back and forth. Then
slowly, with each rub, inching a little closer to her cunt, teasing it with just the tip of his
finger, until he began to slowly finger her with each stroke, sliding his whole finger into her
cunt with each thrust. Soon she was moaning and thrusting her pelvis to meet every thrust of his
fingers. He watched as her moans became louder and louder until she opened her mouth and begged,
"Please Milord, may this one cum, please?" "Please do My dear." He replied and smiled warmly at
her, continuing to rub her clit, fucking her with his fingers, feeling her cunt spasm down around
him, her cries growing louder and louder until her whole body was bucking with excitement. He did
not stop the movements of his fingers, however, and in fact began to rub her clit even harder. He
had to really work to keep up with her movements, trying to prolong her orgasm as long as possible
and soon she was begging him to stop, that she could not take anymore, but still he continued. Soon
she was screaming as the combination of pleasure and pain became to much, and she began to try and
pull his hand away, trying to squirm away from him, but he held her and continued to rub her clit
until she was screaming, and then slowly stopped and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
They laid there for a while, blissful in the peace of the sea, the sun and each other. He felt the
pull of sleep and slowly gave in to it, relaxing and enjoying this life he had worked so hard to
create. The last sight he saw as his eyes closed was his lovely slave smiling down at him, the sun
highlighting her face, and he felt completely at peace. Sometime later he felt her gently stroke
his face, the soft skin of her hand on his face. He awoke to the same sight that he had seen before
falling asleep, and smiled at the thought that she had been there watching over him as he had
slept. "Sorry to disturb you Milord, but I was afraid that it was getting late and that we had
drifted quite a ways from home." she said with a concerned look on her face. He quickly wrapped his
arms around her and flipped her over, laying on top of her, and kissed her. She smiled up at him
and kissed him back. Then he noticed the sun was indeed starting to sink toward the horizon so that
they needed to get back to land. He quickly stood and walked to man the sails as she gathered up
the remains of their lunch. Soon he had them underway back home and he just smiled and watched as
she stood at the front of the ship, her hair blowing in the wind, her spirit so free and he knew
then that the feeling in his heart would never fade. He pulled the boat along side the dock a few
minutes later and tossed the mooring rope to Bob who had been waiting anxiously for them to return.
The sun was just disappearing behind the horizon and the night was beginning to fall quickly as it
did in the islands. He helped Bob tie up and secure the boat as he watched her walk up the small
path to the house to shower and change for dinner. He couldn't help but stare at her ass as she
walked and climbed the stairs. He noticed Bob watching too, and had to smile to himself, thinking
that he was indeed truly lucky to have one such as this to devote themselves to him. A few minutes
later when the boat was secured, he too walked up to the house, getting a nice glass of ice water
from the fridge before heading upstairs to shower himself. He hoped she was done in the shower, for
he wanted to wash off the grime of the day quickly, for he was hungry and ready for the dinner. He
was glad to see that she was indeed done and had moved to the dressing room so that he had the
shower to himself. He was even happier to find that he had plenty of hot water to himself. He
quickly showered off the grime, washing his short hair in the water. When he was done, he just
stood there for a few minutes, savoring the warm water and remembering the morning. Sometimes it
was just nice to shower alone, he thought, but it was hard to argue that this morning was not the
only way to shower. Slyly grinning, he turned off the water and quickly dressed in black silk
boxers, black trousers and white silk shirt. He walked towards the dressing room to find his slave,
hoping she too was dressed and ready. He smiled when he saw her, standing before the mirror,
checking herself, her clothes, her hair, her makeup. He watched as she gently fingered her gold
collar, the small smile that it still brought to her face. He stood there and just watched for a
minute and savoring the thought that she cared enough for him that she went to that extra effort to
double check her appearance, even though she knew that he was deeply in love with her. Just then,
she caught his reflection in the mirror and blushed, wondering how long he had been standing there.
Turning slowly, she posed for him, hands held behind her back as she knew pleased him so that her
breasts were more prominent, standing straight and tall, head slightly tilted to one side to keep
the hair out of her face, looking slightly down but not hiding her eyes from his. He let his eyes
roam over her. He loved the way she looked, dressed in a black slip dress, obviously with no
undergarments to tarnish the smooth lines that the dress made over her shapely form. The dress fell
to mid thigh and just barely hid the tops of the silk stockings that encased her nicely shaped and
muscular legs. And her slender feet were accented by three inch heels that made her legs look all
that much lovely. Walking slowly across the room, never taking his eyes off of her, he took her
hand and held it so that she could do a small pirouette for him, revealing herself to his eyes in
her entirety. There was nothing about her that he did not love. Even the small imperfections made
her more individual, more special to him. He smiled and bent to slowly kiss her lightly on the
lips, she meeting that kiss with an equal passion, for she too was proud to be the slave of someone
as kind, loving, and in her eyes, as near perfect a person as could be found. Then taking her in
his arms, they walked downstairs to the dining room where Martha had prepared a marvelous dinner.
They found it spread there in the dining room, the only light in the room coming from the tall
silver candelabra in the middle of the table, the long white tapered candles burning and casting a
warm flickering light around the room, like playful elves were darting and dashing around,
surveying the wondrous food on the table. He walked her over to her chair at the left hand of the
head of the table, pulling out her chair for her and then sliding her up to the table. Then, just
as he was taking his seat at the head of the table, Martha entered the room and gave him a knowing
and approving look, letting her eyes linger over the lovely shape of his slave. Martha quickly
served each of them and then seeing that all was well, quickly made her exit back to the kitchen
where she would wait until they were done or in case they needed something else. He smiled and made
a mental note to give both Bob and Martha a nice bonus this year. He sat back in his chair and
sipped the one glass of wine that he would allow himself this evening. Normally he would not
partake at all, given his plans for the evening, but the fine food and the excellent vintage that
he had found the other day in the market was just too good a combination to pass up. He watched as
she started to eat, savoring the food, and then looking at his own plate and started with the
salad. When she was done eating , she quietly moved to kneel at his side and finished feeding him
the meal in small bites with her fingers as she knew he loved to lick them after each and every
bite. Smiling as she did so, she hoped that he realized that each and every time he looked at her
with his love apparent in his eyes that it sent a tingle through the very core of her. It was hard
to believe, she thought to herself, that after all this time, that he can still have that effect on
me. When the meal was over, she quietly fed him dessert, small chocolate truffles that she would
take under her dress and kiss with the sweetness of her sex before silently offering them to him.
This had embarrassed her in the past, but now she reveled in it, and they both knew that she would
rub her clit with the chocolate, pleasuring herself as she fed him. At last they were done and he
was so ready to take her, that he almost did so there on the table. Instead, he allowed her to wipe
his mouth and then standing and scooping her up in his arms, he carried her up to the bedroom and
out onto the balcony where the soft breeze caused her hair to softly flicker around her face.
Bending to kiss her softly upon her lips, he gently took her hands, and sitting in front of her,
asked her to slip out of her dress and stand there before him, so that he might look at her.
Complying quickly, she stood there for him, wearing only her stockings, heels, collar and earrings.
he smiled and let his hands play softly over her body, then reaching down for the small bag that he
had prepared earlier and left there just for this occasion, took a small piece of silk rope from
his bag. Gently taking her arms, he lashed them together and then securely tied them to the rail of
the balcony. Smiling as he did so, she shivered with anticipation at what the night might hold in
store for her. His mind never failed to come up with ways to pleasure her, and she had learned long
ago, that submission to him was the most erotic thing she had ever encountered. She stood there and
felt the breeze caress her body, smiling down to see what he did next. He then gently played his
hands over her body again, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples softly, moving fingertips
over her ribs, softly cupping her sex and letting his middle finger run along the length of her
slit, ending over her clit. He next moved and tied each of her legs to the bottom of the railing,
spreading them so that he might have full access to her, then softly kissing up the inside of one
of her thighs, placing a final kiss and flick of his tongue over her clit, sensing her jump as she
did so. Then he sat back and just looked at her, marveled at her, the soft light from the room
causing her hair to seem luminescent around her face, the way the wind gently moved her hair, the
gentle motion of her breasts as she breathed, the small shudders that she tried to suppress as he
watched her. Reaching into the bag again, he retrieved a new toy that he had just gotten, and
holding it in his hands so that she could not see, he reached for her breasts again, massaging
them, then her nipples, until they were hard. Looking into her eyes, he could tell that she knew
what he was about to do, and she wanted it, almost needed it, and so he held her gaze with his eyes
as he slipped the first clip onto her nipple, feeling her wince and close her eyes for just a
second before opening them even wider and looking at him with wanton desire. Moving to the other
breast to do the same, he then sat back down and pulled gently on the chain, pulling her towards
him, knowing that she could move only slightly in her bonds, knowing the pain of each would play
upon her mind and increase her need and desire for release. When she had stretched as far as she
could, and he heard her moan at the pressure in her breasts, he sat up and licked the tips of each
of her breasts. Then kissing down across her belly, to the top of her slit, he knelt and began to
slowly, almost methodically flick her clit with his tongue, teasing it out from her hood until it
was full and engorged. Then he did something she did not expect, for he had not done it before, but
gently parting her labia with one hand, he slipped a small clip onto her clit. She jumped and
strained against her bonds, letting out a loud moan, writhing now at his touch. He returned to
licking the very tip of her clit now, knowing that the sensations must now be exquisite, and then
sliding first on and then two fingers carefully inside of her cunt. He looked up into her eyes and
saw her slowly, inexorably sliding into the oblivion os sensation as the pain and pleasure mingled
in her brain, her body and mind searching for release. He continued to slowly lick her clit,
running his tongue along her slit and then ending each stroke with a flick over her clit, his
fingers moving in and out of her sex with each lick. He felt her stain against her bonds, writhing,
trying to both escape his tongue and wanting nothing more than the sensations that it was
producing. Being well past any sensation of being, she craved only for release, and as she felt it
grow, some small part of her brain reminded her to ask, to beg for what she needed. "Oh God, Oh
please MiLord, May I please cum?" she cried out in near agony from the pain and pleasure. He smiled
and looking up at her face, he answered "Cum for Me dearest slave. Cum." And with those words, he
quickly slid off the clit clamp and sucked it into his mouth, sucking hard on it, feeling her body
buck with the sensations flooding through her body, feeling her cum run down his finger still
sliding in and out of her sex. Then quickly untying her feet and holding one leg in each hand,
spreading her for his eyes, he slid his cock deep into her cunt, feeling her still spasm around him
as her orgasm continued to wash over her. He tilted her back so that her head and upper body were
leaning out over the balcony and slowly rode her, feeling his own orgasm quickly grow and then
suddenly burst inside of her, triggering yet another wave of pleasure for her. Slowly the crest of
their climax passed over them, he slid from her and lowered her feet back to the floor, watching
her slump against her bonds, trying to hold her balance, her muscles weak from their exertion. He
bent and slid first one and then the other nipple clamp from her breasts, sucking each into his
mouth as he did so, hearing her moan at the last sensations. Then he untied her arms, picked her up
and carried her to the bed, tucking her into the silk sheets, watching her eyes slowly close as she
murmured "Thank you Milord." He stood there and watched her for a few minutes as the sleep washed
over her exhausted body, then smiling at the way Fate had blessed them, he turned, grabbed a beer
and went out to sit on the balcony and watch the night sky.
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