Master’s Birthday.

My master’s birthday was yesterday. He turned 22, and I had a lot of fun poking fun at him that he was getting old. He’s usually just three years older than me (I’m 18 now), but since his birthday’s nine days before mine, he gets to be four years older than me for the next nine days. Heh, he usually plays along and laughs. He knows 22 isn’t incredibly old, but it’s all in good fun. I love that I’m able to joke around with him about stuff.

So, we had gone to see The Dark Knight the night before his birthday, because he wanted to see that movie quite badly (awesome movie, btw. You should go see it!) And when we got back from that, we just sort of chilled around for a bit before going to bed around 1:30. So, there wasn’t much sleeping involved.

There was a lot of cock-sucking and fucking involved, until we decided to get some sleep. Of course, a couple hours later, B wakes up, rolls over and starts kissing me. Of course, after a bit it wakes me up, but I’m still half asleep. So, of course, one thing leads to another and I’m playing with his cock — then he says, “Mmm. Suck me.”
I’m still half asleep, but of course I’m going to comply so I move downwards and put his cock in my mouth, taking it as far back into my throat as I can. (PS. thanks to anonymous_sub, your tip for that actually helped. Changing my positioning really helped curb the gag reflex a bit more!)
And after I’ve sucked on him for a while, he proceeds to tells me, “… I want you on top of me, now.” At this point, I’m a little more awake, but it’s not like I’m going to argue with him. ( One – I never would when he asks something. Two – It’s sex. I don’t think I’ve turned down sex at all, in my life, ever.)
So it was a very fun morning, followed by sleep, then a morning shower (… which getting “clean” wasn’t exactly the main priority. I’ve been finding we’ve been fucking in the shower and bathroom a hell of a lot more lately, but I’m certainly not complaining).
The afternoon was a bit more toned down, we had lunch with his parents, walked home in the rain, I cleaned like crazy and then because it was so hot and humid that day, we had another shower. (I’m sure you can guess what happened there. Haha!) Then I baked him a cake, which didn’t even turn out horrible! : )
And last night was just entirely fun. I dressed up in one of my mini-skirts that he likes so much (… and added fishnet stockings, of course!) for the rest of the night. And I’m sure you can guess what that lead to as well! So by the time we both decided to get some sleep, we were pretty exhausted, but all in all it was a good day. : ) I wished I could have done something more for him for his birthday, but he said that what I did was just awesome, and he was really happy with it.

And then today, the tone from yesterday seemed to carry over, which was entirely fun. I may as well just add it in this post. After I spent most of the morning sleeping and lazing around, I finally got out of bed, and was informed by B that I should take a shower with him. (Shower’s are always fun). After the lovely getting clean, dirty, then clean again… I expected that we were just going to go get dressed and then head over to Sobey’s to pick up stuff for supper, but he informs me, “I’m not done with you yet.” before I could get dressed, and we end up on the bed.

I must say I’m a fan of asphyxiation. (Yes, I know… sometimes that’s dangerous. But my master is well aware of what he’s doing, and takes a lot of precaution. I trust him completely. That’s what I like about it the most, that I trust him essentially with my life.) So right in the middle of sex, he brings his hand up to my neck, and holds on cutting off my air.

“Tell me, slave. How does it feel knowing I could kill you right now?”
I can’t really answer because my air’s being cut off, which he knew before he even asked.
“I could kill you. It wouldn’t be too hard. Go ahead, fight back. If you don’t, then you’re toast. I’m not letting go.”

We both know he’s not going to actually kill me, but there’s still a bit of a thrill involved in the “… what if, maybes” sort of thing. He likes it when I try to fight back, even though we both know as soon as I’m out he’s going to let go and allow me to resume breathing normally. It’s entirely amusing.

So sorry for the delay in postings. I’ve landed myself a new job working at The Bay. (Yay Jewelery counter!) So that eats a bit of my time. I’ll try to post more often for anyone who reads!