Master's Valentine's Day Present

I have never been keen on the whole Valentines Day thing. Especially after Grams passed away, as she would be 68 years old on this very day. Master, however, kind of likes the idea of celebrating this day, and even though I really don't enjoy it 100% I go along with Him anyways because it's Master. Who am I to deny Him of what He wants? I'm not a huge romantic person, but I do like little surprises here and there no matter what day it is, but little did I know today I would be getting a really big surprise.

Master picked me up from work this evening and we headed back to His place. After a 9 hour shift on the job, I'm always exhausted and ready to just relax for the rest of the evening. Master had other plans. Master disappeared upstairs for a few minutes and when He came back down, He peered around the corner of the door frame with a smile on His face and ordered me to close my eyes.

I closed my eyes and was instructed to hold out my hands, and again I obeyed. Suddenly a rectangular package was dropped onto my hands and I quickly opened my eyes. It was a bar of Dove Chocolate (my all time favorite chocolate).

"Did I tell you you could open your eyes?"

"No! I just-"

"No, what?"

I paused for a moment, pondering what He was getting at and then it clicked."

"Sir!"

"Good girl~... You're going to start calling me 'Sir' and 'Master' more often. You've not been saying it nearly as much lately and that needs to change."

He then plopped a large bag of Dove Chocolate onto my still waiting hands. More Dove?! Oh my gosh... I love this chocolate and this is probably going to sabotage my hard work at trying to lose weight, but I was excited to finally have some after not having any for about half a year.

Master also had the crop with Him and half jokingly (half serious) mentioned He wanted to beat me tonight. At this point I was still not feeling any of this and was slightly smiling while ever so slightly protesting against it. Master wants what He wants, and He gets what He wants.

Instead of beating me though, we ended up doing something a little bit different. After going upstairs to His room, He put me in my purple cuffs and locked the ball gag into my mouth. He fondled me for a bit, touched me all over, and rubbed His hard cock against my face, but oddly enough it still wasn't getting a rise out of me. He had me roll over onto my back and I pulled the gag out of my mouth to speak.

"Master, I don't like all this soft stuff that we are doing. I liked it when we first got together and started doing this sort of thing, but I'm way past that now. I want things to be a little more rough. A little more forceful. I like it better that way. Please get on my level."

It came off a little bit brash, which was not my intention, but He just stared at me. He said nothing at all, just looked at me. Slowly He got up on His knees on the bed, all the while staring at me and pulled me up into a sitting position with us facing each other. He pulled me in close all the while staring deep into my eyes.

I couldn't tell what was going on in His mind. He suddenly looked so blank and almost stoic.

Master positioned my face near His cock and as I was going to speak (with no warning at all) He shoved His cock deep into my throat, placing His hand on the back of my head and holding me tightly in place. Immediately I started gagging on His cock. Saliva pooling in my mouth and my stomach lurching as my gag reflexes did what they do best.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me away from His cock letting me gasp for air before forcing it deep into my throat again, repeating the process. The second time He pulled out of my mouth, a thread of drool connected from the head of His cock to my bottom lip and more poured out of my mouth onto the bed.

At this point I was coughing and really gasping for air, completely caught off guard by what had just happened. My mind was racing and I couldn't think straight, but I was definitive loving this attention. He tilted my head up so that He could look at me and the look in His eyes were deadly and piercing. It was a side of Him I'd never recall seeing before.

Slowly He drew His hand back and I honestly thought He was going to hall off and slap me as hard as He could. The first time His hand came down on my right cheek, it stung a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what I thought it would be. Then He drew back again, smacking me a little harder this time. Gradually He smacked my face harder, to the point I exclaimed that He was starting to hurt me.

"Oh you love it and you know it."

"But it really hurts, Master..."

"Yeah, but you like it. I can see it in your eyes. Part of you hates that I'm doing this, but another part of you is saying 'Thank god you finally did it' and you know it."

I stayed silent, staring up at Him. He switched hands and grabbed my hair on the back of my head and drew His hand back again, smacking the left cheek just as hard. Tears welled up in my eyes, but the funny part is that He was right. I was loving it, and part of me was hoping He would smack me again. Again, that wish was granted before He shoved His cock deep into my throat again.

He fucked my mouth as hard as He could, all the while I drooled, gagged and tear rolled down my now hot cheeks. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was in love with this moment. For so long I had wanted to be treated like this. I wanted to be treated like I was just a mere toy at His whim. I wanted to feel small beneath Him and combining all of this and the way He stared at me, He had reached that internal goal of mine.

Again, He pulled out of my mouth and smirked this time.

"I wonder what you'd do if I were to spit on you?"

"I'd be angry with you." I said with slight fear in my voice.

"Ah, but you'd love it. Look at you! I can see the smile in your eyes! You want me to spit on you."

He ever so slightly moved His mouth as if her were really going to do it, and I looked up at Him with pleading eyes. I saw Him swallow and He grinned at me.

"You would have loved it and you know it."

He let go of my hair and pushed me on my back. He was toying with me in all the right ways.

"Spread your legs for me, slut. And pull your arms away from your body. Don't think about closing your legs or bringing your arms back to your body."

He placed His fingers against my cunt and easily slid His fingers inside me. A smirk played across His face.

"My my! You're soaking wet!"

He pumped His fingers in and out of me, and for the first time ever, I actually enjoyed it. I typically don't like having fingers inside of me, but it felt amazing. I was completely relaxed and open for Him. Not giving a care about anything. I wasn't even uncomfortable with His fingers being in me, when any other day, I'd be strongly protesting it.

Eventually He pulled His hand away from me and leaned over me.

"I'm going to use you. Tonight you are for my pleasure only. I couldn't give a damn if you came tonight or not. All I care about is using you like the fuck toy you are."

Carefully, He slid inside me and did just that. Used me. I was forced to leave me arms splayed out, not being allowed to touch Him as He fucked me. Oddly enough, I ended up coming anyways. Which was another first for me, as I typically need clitoral stimulation to cum.

Master spilled His seed inside of me and smiled at me. It was a look of satisfaction and accomplishment that was clearly splayed on His face.

The rest of this evening has not been as eventful or fun, but I think it's safe to say that I ended up being Master's Valentine's gift this year, even though I hadn't planned on it. I hope everyone else is having a great time doing whatever they do. I know I have.

~*~Anastassia~*~