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Winter Escape - 4
by Pet Kaili (petkaili@yahoo.com)

***

An innocent mistake turns into something else when Kaily 
agrees to house-sit at a ski resort village for her 
friend Amanda. (Mdom/F, d/s, bd, s/m, bd, exh, spank, 
control)

***

Waking

The smell of bacon cooking rests me from my deep sleep, 
I ache a little, like I didn't move all night. "Mmmm," I 
murmur, smelling fresh brewed coffee as I start to 
stretch my limbs. When I feel my hair pull and a tug at 
my neck. I open my eyes with a start but the bright 
light makes me close them just as quickly. Again the tug 
at my neck and I reach instinctively for it, opening my 
eyes more slowly I looking at the white fur rug I am 
lying naked on. I feel the leash and collar round my 
neck and I see his shoes before me.

"Get on your knees pet, it is time for you to wake up." 
He tugs at the leash pulling me up as I struggle to get 
my knees up under me. "Get yourself into the bathroom, 
pee and wash yourself, then come meet me in the 
kitchen." unclasping the leash he turns and steps out of 
the room. I blink and rub my eyes, remembering it all 
now, it seems like a dream, a waking dream. I stand up 
with my hand touching the leather collar around my neck, 
for a moment doubting my sanity, I walk to the bathroom 
as instructed. 

I sit to pee then take a warm cloth and wash myself as 
he showed me last night. I splash some cold water on my 
eyes to take down some of the puffiness and brush my 
teeth to get the staleness sensation away. Licking my 
tongue over my teeth I check that they feel smooth, I 
smile and then turn to head out to the kitchen.

Bryan is sitting patiently at the table waiting. A pan 
of scrambled eggs bacon and golden toast are sitting on 
the stove waiting, getting cold. a pot of hot fresh 
brewed coffee is ready and a small cup of cream sits 
beside it. "Serve me breakfast pet" he says in a calm 
low voice. I step forward to the counter and take down 
two plates putting eggs, bacon and two slices of toast 
on each one. 

I pour a coffee for each of us with a little cream in 
each and then bring the plates to the table and go back 
to get the coffee. After setting his coffee next to his 
plate I sit down on the chair beside him and look at him 
to see if I have done ok. He is not happy, clearly with 
his brow furrowed and a deep frown on his face. I start 
to panic. He is just looking at me, piercing, 
unpleasant, none of the pride or pleasure I saw in them 
last night. I lower my gaze waiting for what I have done 
wrong.

"Did I tell you to serve yourself pet? or to be seated?" 
He asked so quietly, I almost couldn't hear him. I 
blushed crimson realizing what I had done wrong. I look 
at him wondering what I need to do and he motions with 
his finger to the floor beside him and I nearly fall 
from my chair to kneel beside him. I can feel his 
disappointment tying my stomach in knots now, I can 
taste it in my mouth my tongue feels like it is swollen, 
my eyes itch with tears trying to escape, as I kneel on 
the hard floor beside him, my head lowered.

"How did I tell you to keep yourself when you kneel 
pet?" I looked at him, confused then brought my arms up 
behind my back forcing my shoulders back and raising my 
chin, he did not look directly at me but did seem to 
notice and approve. I watched him as he ate from his 
plate, scowling, he was not pleased but he didn't seem 
to be more upset at me. I watched hoping for any sign of 
approval, of acceptance, my eyes pleading, looking at 
him from the side, but he did not acknowledge me, my 
heart raced and my stomach continued to tie itself in 
knots as I watched hoping to see his smile again. He 
just eats and looks forward. 

When his plate is finished I wait hoping he will have me 
stand to clear it or do something for him, but he just 
reaches across to the plate I prepared for myself and 
begins to eat it as well. My heart sinks. I am not to 
eat either, I don't know what to do so I sit quietly 
like he showed me trying to keep my chin up while tears 
drip slowly down my face, waiting, wandering, fretting.

Finally he stops, sets his knife and fork down and leans 
back. "I would have hand fed you like the precious cared 
for pet I want you to be, but when you presume you are 
my equal and do not pay attention to detail you will not 
be rewarded pet, you understand?" 

He was not facing me as he spoke but spoke stone-faced 
into the air in front of him. Dropping my gaze I began 
to cry, my heart sinking and my stomach tied in a tight 
knot now. I could barely answer with an uh huh. Which 
brought his cold eyes on me in a flash. "how do you 
respond pet, how do you speak to your Master?"

Catching my breath I looked into his eyes, stopped 
crying and gulped back, "Yes Sir, I understand" almost 
falling back on my heals. His eyes softened as he 
reached for the plate of cold food and set it on the 
floor beside me.

"Finish it up,. Keep your hands behind your back until 
you are done eating, I don't want you to use your hands 
to eat." Tears of relief and disappointment in myself 
rolled down my cheeks as I bent to try to lick the food 
from the plate clumsily. I ate the food hoping it would 
at least please him, but swallowing past the lump in my 
throat was hard. I looked around when the plate was 
clean I looked up to him. He nodded and motioned for me 
to stand up. "Clean up the kitchen pet."

I brought my hands around and picked up the plate and 
stood up. I felt like I had gained a hundred pounds as I 
lifted the plates and cups and took them to the sink. My 
whole body was moving in slow motion and I kept using 
the back of my hand to wipe the ever-present tears from 
my eyes. I washed the dishes and put away the eggs and 
bread. I washed the counters and the table and placed 
the chairs back as they belonged. 

When the kitchen was clean I stopped and wondered what I 
was supposed to do next. Almost as if he was reading my 
mind I heard a whistle from the living room, he was 
sitting relaxed next to the fireplace on the couch. It 
was where I had my first spanking over his knee. I 
stepped forward cautiously, wiping my face dry and 
sniffing. He motioned for me to kneel which I did, I 
must look pretty pathetic I thought to myself.

Running his hand gently through my hair and caressing my 
damp cheek, he smiles for the first time this morning. 
"Attention to detail pet, you will get better at it, I'm 
going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Sit 
between my knees. You were hungry for this before I 
could see it in your eyes, I want you to explore what 
you can do with your tongue and your mouth. Lose 
yourself it the sensations, feed off of my responses, do 
you understand?" 

I nod, a slight smile at the corners of my lips. I'm 
looking forward to redeeming myself, a chance to please 
him. Watching him stand in front of me, I can feel the 
warmth of his groin at my face, it's too tempting, I 
press my nose to him inhaling deeply, pressing my cheek 
and jaw against him rubbing gently through the cloth.

"Use your teeth to loosen the belt and lower the zipper 
pet." 

I grin ear to ear and look up at him. taking the end of 
his leather belt in my teeth and gently pushing it back 
through the clasp, nudging it until enough was through 
to grasp with my teeth and pull it through, my cunt 
moistening as I bite and work on the belt to free him of 
it. Grasping the metal zipper with my teeth and lower it 
to the base, bringing my fingers forward to undo the 
final button holding his pants around his waist. I hear 
him moan approvingly, gently as it releases.

I shiver as it comes loose and his pants relax lowering 
to his thighs. He has no underwear on so I can freely 
access his cock as it hardens before me, standing erect 
begging me to consume him. He remains standing to let me 
explore, nuzzling his groin, licking the crevice of his 
thigh low next to his balls up, my cheek caressing his 
shaft as I did, my curls dragging gently along teasing 
his skin. I felt his cock jump slightly at my touch and 
I smiled. I change sides and do the same, slowly licking 
along the crease of his thigh. 

I pause, looking up to his face, kneeling low before him 
my lips almost touching his cock in front of me, my eyes 
begging for reassurance and encouragement. His eyes meet 
mine, he smiles softly and nods his hand gently taking 
my hair and nudging me forward. I smile broadly and 
resume with enthusiasm, knowing he's enjoying me and 
pleased with me again. I start at his balls licking, 
taking one at a time gently into my mouth and rolling my 
tongue around, tugging gently with my lips, then to the 
next. 

I reluctantly leave his balls and begin slowly to lick 
from the very base of the shaft, pressing with my tongue 
then teasing around, alternately pressing then 
fluttering my tongue as I work my way slowly to the tip, 
I feel him sigh and his knees bend slightly as he 
presses his hips forward pushing into me as I work my 
way up. 

Finally I reach the tip, pointing my tongue as small as 
I can lifting the cap edge from underneath working my 
way around the entire cap and sliding to the top to 
explore the small open slit the same way. I am nearly 
panting in my hunger by now. Holding back my desire to 
consume him, I lick gently on the top like a lollypop 
dragging my tongue along the sensitive skin. His cock 
dancing under my attentions engorged, pulsing, so 
beautiful, silky smooth with yummy veins throbbing down 
the side. I resist no longer, opening my mouth taking 
him inch by inch into my mouth flicking my tongue and 
sucking gently to pull him deeper inside me. 

I suck my way down until I feel him probing the back of 
my throat. a gentle pressure on my hair tells me he 
wants me to go farther, taking in a breath through my 
nose, I push myself down, trying not to gag as my throat 
takes in his tip. I pull back briefly then relax again 
and push forward his hands helping me this time pressing 
me past the gag reflex as his tip enters into my throat, 
I feel my throat convulsing, unable to breathe, my eyes 
watering slightly and finally he relaxes his hand on the 
back of my head and I pulled back, opening my mouth to 
catch my breath, stings of spit dancing from my mouth to 
his glistening cock.

Taking deep breath, so excited, I place my hand round 
the base and lower my mouth again to my hand and begin 
to suck gently. Squeezing my hand, I draw back and then 
descend again and again quickening my pace milking with 
my hand and drawing with my mouth so hungry to taste his 
cum, to feel it coating my mouth. My cheeks are sore and 
in my own heated state I can barely breath, I raise my 
head to breath while still pumping with my hand. I glory 
at the hot, red, wetness of his cock, shivering in my 
excitement. 

I reach with my free hand between his thighs cupping my 
fingers around his balls and pulling ever so gently 
away. I slow slightly with my hand on his cock and lower 
my mouth to match the pace again. Each time I reach the 
tip I suck more trying to draw him to climax again. His 
testes tighten in my hand and I released the pressure 
cupping them close to him, moving my hand to let him 
deeper into my mouth, tightening my lips around his 
shaft as I bob my head up and down, my body begging to 
feel him cum in me. 

My entire body focused on his reactions on his 
movements, waiting, wanting his climax so bad, nearly 
frenzied in my desire. I feel his hand on my hair again 
grabbing tight this time his fingers entwined in my hair 
I feel my head rise off for a moment and feel the sudden 
sting of a slap on my face, my ears ring and stars flash 
I gasp in but before I can think I am back down on his 
cock pressed hard until I feel him in my throat I'm not 
breathing, not thinking just floating, I'm not sure how 
long he held me there but I began moving up and down 
again quickening my pace I let go he has control, 
setting the pace until suddenly he shudders pulls my 
head up and off him spraying a sudden stream of hot cum 
in my mouth and then onto my face.

"Oh Jesus woman," he exhales in a growl as he spurts 
again and again into my mouth eyes and cheeks. I had 
become his passion as I hang there by my hair hovering 
over his pulsing cock, licking my lips, savoring the 
tart sweet taste in my mouth, panting in my own 
excitement shivering through my own orgasms as my 
muscles began to relax and twitch. He slowly relaxes his 
grip on my hair and sets me back on my knees in front of 
him, cum dripping down my face.

Bending his knees, he sits back on the couch, resting 
his head on the back of the couch exhaling deeply, a low 
growl under his breath. I smile, taking it as a 
complement my stomach fluttering like a child just given 
a gift long desired. He slowly raises his head and 
looked at me, a quirky grin on his face, "clean the cum 
of your face with your fingers pet and lick it off of 
them one at a time." 

I happily comply, taking my face in both hands I slide 
them down to coat them with his cum and then hungrily 
suck each finger, licking the webbing and palms savoring 
every drop, my eyes closed, my muscles quivering in 
excitement, wanton in my lust. I moan and purr as I 
suckle each finger. My stomach shakes with excitement 
and my legs are week, I bite down on my finger hard and 
tense my muscles as another orgasm shudders through me.

"Very nice pet," his voice is under control again and 
he's watching me, I pull my damp fingers from my mouth 
and smile, so happy to have pleased him. I blush under 
his praise. and looked down, wondering what he would 
like me to do. His pants were up and zipped again, I was 
so lost in my enjoyment I never noticed him move. He 
takes my chin in his hand bringing my eyes to his, "you 
need to clean up pet." 

I smile and blush again. Pressure lifting my chin tells 
me to stand. He joins me and leads me to the bathroom. 
My whole being is his, I want only to please him, I feel 
like an extension of him, his happiness becoming my own, 
his passion as my own, I've never felt like this before, 
so connected, so unabashedly free of concern, certain of 
what is expected of me, of my purpose. It is an odd 
sensation, I realize I don't feel my feet it is as 
though I am floating behind him as we enter the bathroom 
he sits on a small stool beside the bath and starts the 
water, he motions for me to kneel beside the bath. I do 
with my legs spread my hands behind my back and my head 
bowed slightly forward, awaiting his instructions.

He is watching me, studying me, I feel his finger gently 
push the hair away from my cheek, caressing it gently. 
"Only a week" he sighs, almost inaudibly beneath his 
breath. I nod ever so slightly thinking the same thing, 
but I will never be the same again, I have changed 
already inside.

"Get in, pet." his voice gentle, commanding, I stand 
instinctively and step into the water not even thinking 
to test the temperature, he has set it for me, it is 
right. The air hangs with moist steam from the bath as I 
lower myself into the water it raises up near the top of 
the tub enveloping me in soothing heat. 

He has gathered bottles of things and is now kneeling 
next to me, I can feel his presence like a current 
across my skin. I am sitting with my knees bent in front 
of me slightly, I look into his eyes, deep like wells 
into his soul, hungry, I drop my glance and look at the 
water at my knees. 

"Wet your hair pet." I lower myself into the water, 
muffling the sounds of the splashing, as my face goes 
below the surface I can hear my heart beat, feel my 
pulse, he turned the water off so the water was calm 
around me now. I slowly raise myself back out of the 
water arching my back letting my hair drip back behind 
me. Savoring the feel of the water sliding from my skin, 
my eyes are closed, feeling.

When I open my eyes he is pouring oils into the water 
and swirling it round me. He begins to lather my hair 
scooping it from behind my ears "You're beginning to 
feel a heat in your belly aren't you?" 

I moan in response.

"You are beginning to understand aren't you pet, inside, 
all those questions you have had, you are beginning to 
know who you are now, what you need." Tears well up in 
my eyes, overtaken with the sense of what he is saying, 
how deep into my core he has touched.

"Yes Sir," is all I can say, my tongue pressing hard on 
the roof of my mouth to try to compose myself. 

His hands work magically into my hair and scalp calming 
me "I get pleasure from many things my pet, a simple 
task, as I am doing now gives me pleasure." Tugging at 
my hair, he cups his hands around my head "Let your head 
go my sultry animal, just feel.,

I relax into his hands as he pours water from a pitcher 
rinsing the soap from my hair, I find the tension in my 
shoulders draining away with the soapy water. I can feel 
the strength in his hands and his arms as he supports my 
head. I am in his hands, relaxed as he washes again, 
rinses with the pitcher of cool water, then works the 
tangles free with scented conditioner, running his 
fingers down the length of the curls. 

I feel like I am floating in a cocoon, safe, warm, 
protected, cherished. I feel his lips caressing me cheek 
and I wake as though from a trance looking at him. "Wash 
yourself thoroughly, every crack, every hole, every 
pore. When you finish let the water out and dry 
yourself. Apply the lotion I've set out for you and 
groom. When you're done come to the bedroom and present 
yourself for the removal if your mound. I like your 
pussy to be fresh and bare." 

I stare for a moment at him as he smiles and steps out 
of the bathroom, my mind is slowly coming back to me and 
I unconsciously reach for the wiry curls between my 
legs, running my fingers through the trimmed landing 
strip I usually maintain, the thought of him shaving me 
there both scares and excites me, and with that I set 
about washing myself, using the rough wash cloth to 
scrub my skin clean working to make sure I don't miss an 
inch, running my soapy fingers inside the folds of my 
cunt and inside my ass, preparing for his use in any 
way, hungry for him to explore me.

I use my razor to shave my legs and pits, as well as my 
bikini line but leave the rest of my mound untouched for 
him. I wash my face and behind my ears, trying not to 
rush, but anxious to be with him again. I wiggle the 
washcloth through my toes and over my heels, fairly sure 
I have washed everything now. I let the water run from 
the tub and use the pitcher with clear water to rinse 
myself as the tub water recedes. I look at myself 
through the fog of the mirror, I'm smiling, my shoulders 
are relaxed, I am standing taller, I like what I see in 
the mirror, I feel beautiful. 

I take the bath sheet and curl it round me as I step out 
of the bath drawing it over my wet skin enjoying the 
plush terry cloth. I squeeze the water from my hair 
thinking of drying for him outside the hot tub last 
night.. again I notice the feel of my hair in the towel 
and it makes me smile. I run the brush through to make 
sure all the tangles are worked out and shake my curls 
to loosen them back up after combing. 

I drink a glass of water and pick up the lotion he left 
for me, jasmine vanilla, sensual oils and moisturizer I 
love the smell and feel of it as I massage it into my 
skin, closing my eyes as my hands circle my breasts and 
continue down my sides to my hips and around to my ass. 
I put some more in my hand and work it into my thighs 
then down my legs to my calves and feet. I feel sensual, 
soft and sexy as I step out of the bathroom and go to 
the room to present myself to him...

To be continued?

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