Here's another poem that I wrote a few years ago. Hope y'all like this one as well...
The Gift
It has been a long but relaxing day
She has had quite a bit of free time
She had caught up on her reading…
Did some light work in her flowerbeds…
Chatted with a few close friends…
She and her Master had a wonderful dinner that they had prepared together
And the evening was spent watching some of their favorite movies
Now night has come
She has lost track of time
She sits on the floor, at her Master’s feet
Her cheek rests lightly against her Master’s knee
They sit this way for a while
Her Master’s hand softly stroking her blonde hair
Without her seeing, her Master glances at His watch
The time has come
“Pet…I want you to go take a shower…now”.
She hesitates for a few seconds
Startled by the unexpected order
“I said NOW, Pet”!
Quickly, she gets to her feet
“Yes, Master”.
He watches her walk from the room, then rises
Quickly He walks down the hall to their bedroom
Moving to her closet He begins to choose the clothing for the night ahead
He has finished selecting the clothes and laying them out
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and waits for her to finish her shower
A few minutes pass before He hears her walking toward the bedroom
Her face is a mixture of confusion and surprise, as she enters the room
She looks from the clothes, neatly arranged on the bed, to her Master’s face
The only response her Master will give is a slightly wicked smile
Again, she looks at the clothes
The long-sleeved, button down blouse
The black lacy bra, that is more lace than bra
The very short, plaid skirt with the neatly pressed pleats
A pair of black silk, thong panties
Black, thigh-high fishnets with matching black lace garter belts
And finally, on the floor, beside the bed, her black leather, army-style boots
She knows that this is her Master’s favorite outfit
Her Master, like many others, has a weakness for the whole “schoolgirl” image
Once more she looks at her Master
Her lips begin to move, forming a question
Before she is able to speak, He cuts her off
“Get dressed”.
She moves slowly at first
Letting the towel that has been wrapped around her fall to the floor
He loves to watch her dress
It has always been one of His favorite pastimes
She moves with such grace and precision
He loves to watch the way her young body moves
The way her perky breasts rise as she slips them into the bra
He can see her nipples stiffen at the touch of the lace
He loves the way her breasts look in this bra
The way the black lace lifts them
Makes them appear larger and fuller
Next, she slips into the silk thong
He watches as the shiny black silk glides up her long, athletic legs
Over the gentle swell of her hips
His slight smile betrays a hint of lust
He watches her as she adjusts the thin strap
For a second she turns
Her back to her Master
He reaches out and softly caresses her firm, round ass
His touch sends a small shiver of pleasure through her body
Once more, she turns to face Him
He is almost eye-level with the small triangle of black silk that hides her womanhood
He can smell the sweet, musky scent of it
Now, she is putting on the blouse
The white material is almost gauzy
The black lace of her bra shows through quite well
Slowly she buttons the blouse, from top to bottom
She knows that this is not the way her Master likes it done
She also knows that He enjoys making these adjustments Himself
Slowly she takes a step closer to Him
A slightly teasing smile curls her soft lips
She knows that tonight He has something special planned
Without a word He reaches up and begins to unbutton her blouse
With each button He releases, a bit more of her creamy white skin is exposed
A few more buttons are undone
Now the top of the black lace bra is visible
Thanks to the bra, her naturally impressive cleavage is now spectacular
His hands now move to the lowest button
Once again He begins unbuttoning her blouse
This time from the bottom upward
After each button is undone, He pulls the blouse open to check His progress
Soon He is satisfied
With deft movements, He takes the loose ends of the blouse and ties them
This exposes the soft pale skin of her tummy
Also quite visible is the golden ring that pierces the upper lip of her belly button
She loves that little gold ring
Even more than she loves the ring itself, she adores the tiny gold heart that hangs from it
Engraved upon the heart, in letters almost to small to read is a single word…”Slave”.
With a nod of approval, He settles back
“Finish dressing”.
Without a seconds pause she says
“Yes, Master”.
Now she reaches for the garter belts
Pulling them up her shapely legs slowly
Taking her time
In her own way, teasing her Master
Once the garters are in place, she begins pulling on the fishnets
Ever so slowly she pulls the stockings upward
Spending more time than usual making sure that the line at the back of each is straight
Now she secures each stocking to its respective garter belt
The short, pleated skirt is next
Slowly she wiggles her way into it
Making sure that the top sits right at her hips
Even with the skirt worn this low, the bottom hem barely hides the tops of her stockings
She places a hand on her Master’s shoulder to steady herself
Her cleavage is mere inches from His face as she slips her feet into the boots
She doesn’t bother bending down to tie the laces
She never has
Slowly she straightens up
For a long moment she simply stands there
Letting her Master look her over
She knows that He likes what He sees
His eyes travel over her
From the black boots
To her bright blue eyes
Then He speaks…a single word
“Pig-tails”.
She responds to the command with an impish smile
“Yes, Master”.
Soon her shoulder length, blonde hair is divided in two even sections
Each section is then secured by a small elastic band
As she finishes securing the last section, her Master comes to stand behind her
She can see his smile in the mirror
Her transformation is complete
Less than an hour earlier she had been a simple slave
Lounging at her Master’s feet
Dressed in sweat pants and one of His t-shirts
That slave has disappeared
The person staring back from the mirror is completely different
She is the ultimate schoolgirl/whore
She is every man’s high school wet dream made real
Her Master turns for a moment
She can hear him opening a drawer
When He returns, He is holding her formal collar
A wide strip of highly polished patent leather
In the center of the collar is a large steel leash-ring
Silently He places the collar around her neck and locks it in place
After the collar is in place, He takes her hand
“Lets go”.
Once more she is startled
She had no idea that they were going out
She was convinced that her Master simply wanted to have a little role-play
The confusion immobilizes her for an instant
Impatiently He tugs on her hand
“I said Let’s go”!
This time she moves
Following Him down the hall
Silently he opens the front door
With gentle pressure at the small of her back, He urges her out into the night
Moments later they are in the car
Driving through town
They live in a very small community
She can think of no place that her Master would want to go at this hour
She can’t bear the suspense any longer
In a soft voice, she asks
“Where are we going, Master”?
He is silent for a moment then He says
“We are going to the store…for a gift”
His answer puzzles her even more
The mall closed hours ago
So have all of the department stores in the area
She starts to speak again, but He silences her with a stern look
They continue to drive down the town’s main street
Every store and shop they pass is dark
Eventually they come to the only store in town that is open twenty-four hours
The super market
The parking lot is almost totally empty
Only the night stockers are here
With an evil smile on His face, her Master pulls the car into a front space
Without a word he shut off the engine and steps out of the car
She doesn’t move
Her mind is trying to unravel the mystery of why they are here
What sort of gift could they possibly get here?
Why couldn’t the gift wait til morning, when the stores are open?
She doesn’t notice that her Master is standing at her door
He is tired of waiting, so He opens her door and says…
“Come with me…and don’t ask questions”.
“Do exactly what I tell you to do and do it without hesitation”!
His words snap her out of her confused reverie
As she steps from the car, she says
“Yes, Master…I will”.
Less than fifty steps carry them from the car to the front door of the store
With a gentle nudge, her Master urges her into the brightly-lit interior of the market
She walks forward a few paces
Her Master chooses a cart and begins to walk farther into the store
She knows better than to make Him wait again
As they walk, it is clear that her Master is looking for something specific
But, the items He puts into the cart are random
Most of the items are things that they have at home and really don’t need
There are no other customers to be seen as they move about the store
They walk past a handful of night stackers
Mostly young men working their way through college
Some are working in groups
Others are standing around talking about the things that young men like to talk about
But every one that they pass, stops to look at them
She can see the looks of lust and longing on their faces
Even though she tries to deny it, their excitement is contagious
Eventually, they come to a corner in the back of the store
The only person in sight is a young stocker
As they pass him, his eyes are instantly glued to her
She can judge by his appearance that he is in his early twenties
Possibly even younger
He looks like the kind of boy that she and her friends had tormented in high school
And just like those boys in high school, he is unable to hide the lust that she inspires
She knows that he is watching her every move
Just to tease him a bit more, she adds a little extra wiggle to her walk
Her Master knows that she is teasing the poor boy, but says nothing
This is all a part of His plan
They have reached the very back of the store
Her Master shoves the cart away
He walks to the wall and leans back against it
She looks at Him for a moment
“Come here”.
Instantly she moves to join Him
She is standing no more than one step from Him
He raises His hands and lets them come to rest on her shoulders
“Turn around”
Without hesitating , she complies
Gently He pulls her backward
Now she is leaning against her Master’s body
She can see that the young stocker is still watching her hungrily
Her Master leans down a bit
His lips close to her ear
Softly He whispers
“I want you to masturbate”
“I want that pimple-faced young man over there to see what a good little slut you are”.
Her entire body tenses at these words
She begins to protest, but remembers her Master’s earlier command
For a long few seconds she is stone still
She dare not disobey a direct order
Her hand is trembling as it moves to the top of her thigh
Again her Master speaks
“I want you to play with that sweet little cunt”
“I want to hear you moan as you finger yourself”
Slowly her hand moves beneath the hem of her skirt
Her fingertips brush across the silk of her panties
“Do it”!
“Let me see what a good little slave-slut you are”!
Slowly, even timidly, her finger slips beneath the smooth material
Her mound is soft and smooth
Haltingly, she presses the finger past the soft lips
To her surprise, she finds that she is more than a little wet
“Rub that sweet little clit”
Slowly her finger moves to her clit
Gently she begins to stroke the little nub
Her eyes are closed in shame
She tries to shut out everything but her Master and the feel of her finger on her clit
Again she hears her Master’s voice
“Slowly, Pet”
“I want you to cum nice and hard for me”
She continues to caress her little clit
The wetness she had originally felt is increasing
Her Master can smell the perfume of her pussy
Slowly He slides a hand down from her shoulder
His hand moves slowly around…cupping one full breast
His thumb begins to stroke her nipple through the cloth of her blouse and bra
Slowly she leans her head back against His shoulder
“Tell me how your little cunt feels”.
Softly she answers
“It feels good, Master”.
He growls in her ear
“That’s not good enough”
“Is it hot”?
“Is it wet”?
Quietly, she responds
“Yes, Master…it is hot and wet”
“Say it louder”!
Her voice is shaky when she responds
“My pussy is hot and wet, Master”!
Softly He whispers
“That’s better”.
“Now continue…rub that little clitty”.
Her fingers continue to move
Gently she strokes the stiffening little bud
Her finger begins to move in circles around the sensitive little button
Soft little moans escape her lips
While she strokes her now sopping pussy, her Master continues to fondle her breast
Squeezing hard
Caressing her erect nipple through the fabric
“I want you to slide those fingers into that sweet little fuck-hole”.
“I want you to show me how you like to get fucked”.
Without hesitation, she buries her finger deep inside her dripping little hole
“Is it tight”?
“Yes, Master…it is so tight and so wet”!
A pleased smile crosses His face
She is coming to the point where she no longer cares that she is being watched
Her finger moves in and out of her sweet womanhood
Her Master’s voice is in her ear, urging her on
“Faster, bitch”!
“Harder”!
“Deeper”!
She is moaning loudly now
Her hips are rocking back and forth in counterpoint to the rhythm of her fingers
“May I use two fingers, Master…please”?
He smiles when He replies
“Yes, you may”.
She slips a second finger in along side the first
Now her hips are bucking wildly
He releases His grip on her breast
His hands move down to her hips
Gently He pulls her hips back
Pressing her sweet young ass against Him
Again He whispers into her ear
“Can you feel my cock, little one”?
A slight nod and a deep moan are her answer
She can feel the bulge growing through His jeans
The thought that her Master is aroused spurs her on even more
She begins to grind back against Him
Wiggling against His hard cock
Her fingers are pounding in and out of her wet little pussy
Her Master’s voice is almost a growl when He speaks again
“I want you to cum”!
“Cum for me…NOW”!
Her fingers move back to her clit
Pressing firmly and rubbing in quick little circles
She is so close
She is almost to the point of no return
Her body begins to tighten
Orgasm is so close
Her head is thrown back against His chest
Her moans are loud and gutteral
Just as she reaches the very brink, her Master speaks
“Open your eyes, bitch”!
With an effort, she forces her eyes to open
Where there had once been one lone stocker
Now there is a group of young men
All of them staring
Their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding in front of them
The blast of shame plus the intensity of physical stimulation pushes her over the edge
Her orgasm comes with a loud cry and a violent shudder
Her knees threaten to give way, but her Master holds her upright
For a moment no one moves
Her breathing is fast and shallow
After she has caught her breath, He speaks again
“Remove your panties”!
Slowly and with shaking hands she obeys
When she is once again standing, He leans close and whispers in her ear
For a few seconds she simply stands there
Then she moves
Walking slowly toward the group of young men
Her cheeks are crimson as she singles out the one who had watched them from the start
With a trembling hand, she presents him the wet silk panties
She speaks in a voice that is little more than a whisper
“These are a gift from my Master…He hopes that you enjoyed the show”.
As she turns, her Master takes her hand
Without another word the walk out of the store
Seconds later they are in the car and on their way home.
Copyright JD "Wolf" Sims 2005
