2 comments/ 11894 views/ 0 favorites Escapades of Eva Christmas Special By: strayangel Cher pushed the door open with her elbow and hurried to the kitchen counter. She wanted to put her grocery bags and holiday packages down before she lost her grip on them. She sat them down with a thump and one of the bags tipped over scattering groceries everywhere. Silently swearing at herself she took off her gloves. She slipped them into her pocket and took off her coat before hanging it up by the door. Then rubbing her icy hands she went to close and lock the door. Holding the door for a moment she whistled for her dog Champ. He did not answer and she whistled again. When he still did not come she stepped out on the lawn and looked around for a moment calling him several times. He still did not come. Shivering and feeling a bit aggravated she turned back toward the house. She had wanted to get him inside before she had to lock up. Before closing the door she whistled once more and looked out on the quiet wooded driveway to her house. She wished for a moment that she still lived in her old apartment so she could see when Sir David and the neighbors drove up. She still felt uneasy living so far back in these spooky old woods when he was out of town. She suppressed a shudder wishing she had worn her sweater outside and she called Champ again. Where was that dog she wondered? She knew she would feel much better if he was with her. But, she decided that he must be out playing in the woods again and there was no telling when he would show up. At least he liked it here. Locking the screen and the outer door and switching on the floodlight she turned with a sigh to take care of the scattered groceries. It was Christmas Eve and her Sir had been gone all week. Cher went to the answering machine to see if there was a message from him. As she played back the one message on the phone she heard the deep rich sound of his voice and her knees went a little weak as they did every time she heard him speak. He said he was still in Ohio and his flight had been delayed due to some problems with snow and ice at the airport. He said that all the airlines were booked up and he was not sure when he would get home. He apologized and said he would do his best but he was just not sure if he would get home that night. She was disappointed but she decided that she would think positive and hope for the best. She had decorated the Christmas tree that Sir had brought home the previous weekend, but she knew she had more to do and she wanted everything to be ready in case he did make it home in time. After she put up the groceries she helped herself to a steaming bowl of beef stew that she had prepared earlier. She decided to leave the rest in the crockpot just in case. She carried the bowl into the living room while she ate to see what she had left to do. She busied herself with the remaining decorations and as she did she thought about her beloved Sir. She had been with him for seven years now and she never tired of the role-play that they had come to love. Sir was very good at it. Over their time together he had taught her to play Daddy/daughter, Teacher/schoolgirl, Boss/secretary, Cop/bad girl, and various other types of play that she always enjoyed. She found that he had a wonderful imagination and occasionally had combined some bondage and discipline into their play. He especially liked spanking and she had come to enjoy it as well He was the one who had introduced her to a world of His Dominance. He ruled their relationship well and she was very happy being submissive to his wishes. He was fair and kind, but most of all she loved the way his control of her took over her mind, body, and soul. She loved serving him, but it was more than that. Even when they were not being sexual whenever he took control of her in any way it turned her on tremendously. She craved his every touch in her life. It gave her a fulfillment that she had never known before. He also loved a bit of rough sex, as did she, and she melted every time he grabbed her hair and physically subdued her. He had mentioned several times that he wanted to try a kidnapping scene. She had been thinking about that idea a lot and every time she did it made her so hot that she had to ask her Sir for permission to masturbate. But she had not told him how the idea had turned her on because she wanted it to be spontaneous, and she did not want to spoil the surprise by talking about it too much. But she had to admit that she was wet now just thinking about it. She started daydreaming about how her sexy Sir might handle such a scene as she put some goodies into his stocking. Feeling the slick moisture that was gathering in her pussy, she silently prayed that Santa would bring her the kidnapping scene she had been dreaming of for Christmas. Then she giggled to herself remembering how Sir always told her to be careful what she asked for. Then a wonderful idea occurred to her. She put the last touches on the tree and she put a can of cashews next to Sir's chair. She quickly sliced some fruitcake, wrapped it with some plastic wrap and set it in the refrigerator with a canister of eggnog. It was Sir's favorite snack and she wanted to have some ready if he showed up. Then she ran around the house gathering up his toys which she set out on a table and arranged them in the order that she thought he would want to use them. There were his favorite paddles, clothespins, handcuffs, and some of his best knives. She ran down to the basement and brought up some lengths of rope and a handful of candles. She wanted to have everything he might want to use available. Looking over the assortment of implements she remembered the sex toys in the bedroom. She ran into the other room and gathered the assortment of dildos, plugs and several long silk scarves. After she arranged it all on the table with a new tube of lubricant she looked over the room. All was in order and she went into the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and her favorite bubble bath oils. She wanted to be clean, and perfumed, and well prepared for anything that might strike her Sir's fancy when he came home. Pinning her long blonde hair on top of her head, she lowered her ample figure into the tub. Leaning back into the delightful hot water with a sigh she closed her eyes and thought of her wonderful Sir. She said a silent prayer that He would be able to be with her on this Christmas Eve. They had been introduced at dungeon party on Christmas Eve nearly seven years ago. Her Sir had given her his collar of consideration on Christmas Eve two years later, and her permanent collar on Christmas Eve the year before last. Since they were not officially married Christmas Eve had become the only anniversary they celebrated. And, she was anxious to be with him on this one since he had hinted that she would love the special surprise he had for her. As she lay there half asleep she thought she heard something in the living room. She sat up and listened carefully. She didn't hear anything else so she relaxed and leaned back in the warm water again. As she thought about her wonderful Sir she pictured his tall, strong powerful body and his handsome face surrounded with the most beautiful white hair and enchanting smile. She thought he was the sexiest man she had ever known. She could see him standing over her saying, "Pet?" She could see the steady smoldering gaze that she had learned meant that he was in the mood for something nice and naughty. While she thought about him Cher slid her hand down between her legs in the hot soapy water. She slid a finger up and down her slit and gently rubbed her clit. She loved how it felt and in her mind she could see how her Sir's eyes narrowed when he watched her masturbate. Knowing he was watching always turned her on and she was getting hot. She slid her hand further down and slipped two fingers into her cunt. She fucked herself for a minute until she could feel the tension begin to mount inside her. Sir did not allow her to cum without permission, and not wanting to disobey she pulled her hand out from between her legs with a deep sigh. Just then Cher felt a strong hand grab her hair and another one stifle her attempt to scream as it clasped her mouth shut. A wave of terror went through her entire body. She began to kick in the water and tried to twist her head from side to side in an attempt to break the hold on her face and head. She thrashed around for a few seconds as she looked at the face in the ski mask that hovered over her. It was a tall man dressed in a black sweater and black leather pants and there were black gloves on his hands. The only thing she could see were the whites of his blue eyes. Briefly, she wondered how he had gotten into the house. He was struggling to subdue her and she threw her legs over the side of the tub and tried to force herself up and out of the water. She kicked and scratched at the man only to feel him press on her head tighter. She tried to throw her weight against him again and he lifted the hand on her face. She started to scream and he slapped her face hard. He slapped the other side of her face causing her to slide backwards into the tub. She thought she would slide all the way into the water but he held her tight by the hair. "Shut up!" he growled, and since she was still struggling the best she could he slapped her a third time right on her mouth causing her head to reel. She stopped trying to scream and looked up at him with great fear in her eyes. He pulled the plug out of the tub. "Be still and do as your told," he whispered as he pulled her up close to his face by her hair. His grip on her hair was so tight that she was afraid that he would pull it out, so she stopped struggling. Then he took her face in his free hand and squeezed her cheeks so hard she couldn't help letting out a little squeal. "I've been watching you slut, and I see from the little set up in your living room that you know what being a filthy whore is all about don't you?" Cher didn't answer and the stranger shook her by her hair pulling it even harder and slapped her face again. "Don't you?" he demanded again. "Yes Sir," she whimpered. "That's right. Call me Sir bitch, and don't forget it," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Yes Sir," she repeated. She was trying to identify his voice but the whisper was so low that she could not make it out. With a vice like grip still on her hair the stranger pulled her up a little and reached around her waist with his free hand. With one smooth move he lifted her up to a sitting position on the side of the tub. Then with strong arms he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she was weightless. That got her attention then, and she relaxed a little. The only one she knew who was strong enough to lift her was her Sir. With a little private smile she began to think that it must be him, and that this was the kidnapping scene she had wished for. She let him carry her into the living room and only struggled a little to give him the impression that she still thought he was the stranger. When he got her into the living room he unceremoniously threw her to the floor. She landed with a thud and before she knew what was happening he had rolled her on to her stomach and put his knee, with all his weight, painfully in the small of her back. She cried out as he grabbed one of her wrists and twisted her arm behind her back. He snapped a handcuff on her wrist and quickly twisted the other arm snapping the second cuff on as well. "There you fucking bitch, now stay put if you know what is good for you," he growled in her ear. He yanked her head up by her hair again. This time there was forcefulness and violence in his movements that she had never experienced with her Sir. She was alarmed. Her arms were hurting from the rough treatment and she tried to wriggle out from under him but he slapped her hard on the back of her head then before she could move again he stood up and stepped on her head pushing her face down on the carpet. Her face and nose were burning from the friction of the carpet and she was suddenly afraid because she could not move enough to get her breath. She opened her mouth and gasped. He pushed on her head harder forcing her face even further down on the carpet. Now she was unable to move or breathe. Alarmed, she started kicking her feet and trying in vain to move her head out from under his foot. "Listen you cock sucking bitch," he said in a rasping voice, "I told you to stop and if you ever want to breath again you will stop struggling now or your man will be ordering a casket for Christmas. Believe me you are going to get fucked tonight dead or alive, and I don't much care which. You are mine now and I am going to do whatever I wish with your useless cunt. Do you understand whore?" Cher was afraid to respond and she was running out of air. She used all her will power to lay still and not struggle, but she was running out of air. "Is this it?" she wondered, "Is this how I will end my life? Please God, no. I must survive to see my Sir once again." She was about to give up but as soon as she stopped struggling the stranger lifted his foot enough for her to start breathing again. She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes. This could not possibly be her beloved Sir. He had never been this violent with her. A sinking feeling took over her mind as she began to really fear for her life. If this was not her Sir who could it possibly be? And what was he planning to do? She loved her Sir and she had learned to trust him. She was willing to submit to anything He wanted because He had always taken care not to harm her, but she felt sure now that this stranger was not Him and that he would not care if he really hurt her. Trying to hold back her tears so the stranger would not see how afraid she was she willed her whole body to go limp and she laid as still as she could. "That's better," he said. Then he rolled her over with his foot. She looked at him with great fear in her eyes. He kicked her thigh with the toe of his big thick black boot. "Don't look at me you dam fuck bitch," he growled and kicked her again. "Yes Sir," she said as she lowered her eyes from his face. However, she could see everything else about him very clearly and was disappointed to find that there was simply nothing to distinguish him from anyone she knew. The stranger stooped down and grabbed her smooth shaven cunt with his hand and squeezed it hard. Cher stifled a painful groan. This man was beyond rough she thought. Holding her cunt tightly in one hand he reached across and slapped her face again. "You will do exactly as I say do you understand slut?" Then from nowhere he produced a switchblade about six inches long and flipped it open with a click. Cher's eyes widened, "Yesss Sir," she whined as she choked back a sob. She was terrified as the man held the razor sharp blade to her cheek. He ran the blade over her cheek and slid it under her chin until it rested at her throat. Pressing down just enough for her to feel the pressure on her skin, he pressed the tip down on the middle of her neck. It hurt and she was afraid of feeling the puncture of skin and hot blood flowing from her. But then he moved the tip of the blade down the front of her chest and ran it around the outside of one of her breasts. "Nice tits," he mumbled with an evil little chuckle, "How about if I cut this sweet little nipple off Pet?" The word Pet sent a chill down her spine. Her Sir was the only one who used that term with her. She strained to identify his voice again but he only used the low raspy voice from before. "Please let it be Sir playing a prank on me," she thought. Then the stranger pushed the tip of the blade up under the edge of her nipple and scrapped it up lifting the entire breast a little with the metal edge. Cher held her breath thinking he would surely tear the tender skin. This surely could not be her Sir because he would never cut her. The stranger scrapped the nipple up and down and then went to the other nipple scrapping it harder than he did the first one. She caught her breath again. Then he ran the tip of the blade down the middle of her stomach and on down to her naked cunt. She watched him breathlessly as he ran the blade around her pubic area in little circles. Once he pressed a little harder and she half stifled a groan. The eyes behind the mask became hard and cold as he pressed the tip down harder. She held her breath, but the man was not cutting her so she thought maybe it was her Sir trying to thrill her with a good scare, a mind fuck, as he would call it. She told herself that this must be her Sir and that she was safe. She relaxed a little and chanced a look at his face. She half expected to recognize a smiling glint in his eyes for her. This must be Sir. Still staring at her the man acknowledged her glance with an angry gaze. "So the fucking little bitch cannot keep her trap shut or do as she is told can she?" he spat. Still holding her bare pussy with one hand he pinched her hard, twisting her pussy lips as he did. She gasped and turned her eyes from his gaze. Then he held the switchblade up and flipped it closed and open again with a loud click. Before she knew it he pressed the sharp tip of the knife about two inches above her pussy where he was squeezing her and pressed down until the pain was unbearable. Cher bit her lip in an attempt to not cry out. She felt him cutting into her tender skin and then the hot blood began to trickle down the middle of her groin to the top of her pussy lips. She could not believe her eyes. He had cut her. The shock of seeing her bleeding pussy paralyzed her. She could not breathe, she could not move, she could not utter a sound. She could only stare open mouthed at the blood flowing down her cunt. This wasn't her Sir. How could it be? It took all her strength not to cry out as the hot tears began to flow down her cheeks. The pain was incredible, but when she took a peek she saw that it was only a thin trickle of blood that ran down the front of her and gathered in a tiny pool at the top of her pussy. She realized that the stranger knew what he was doing. He could have cut her badly, but it was as if he knew just how far to go and how deep to cut to produce pain and blood without causing a lot of damage. In fact the little bit of blood was already drying. Still the realization that he had cut her sickened her. Suddenly she hated him. She stiffened and pressed her butt down against the carpet in an attempt to bear the sting of the cut, but she stayed as quiet as a mouse. Only her tears showed the effects of her ordeal as she tried to press her legs together in an attempt to make him release his hold on her pussy lips. He pinched her cunt again as hard as he could and she bit her lip. "Don't try to resist me you cock sucking fuck whore," and he pinched and twisted her pussy until she unlocked her legs. Then sinking to his knees the stranger straddled her hips and he laid the knife down on the carpet near her side. With an involuntary reflex she strained against the cuffs that held her wrists immobile beneath her. Her hands and arms were getting numb from being in that position and she needed to relieve the pressure in them. She wished that her hands were free. As she looked at the man in black straddling her she felt rage building inside of her. She wished she could grab the knife and drive it into his heart. As if he read her mind he drew his hand back and slapped her face again. She turned her head to the side as she tried again not to make a sound. "What's the matter whore? Dont you like this? Isn't this what is supposed to happen to dirty little sluts?" And, he slapped her with his other hand. Then he began to slap her tittles. He hit the outside of her tit with a hard smacking sound. Then he hit the inside. Then he slapped her titty back and forth from one side then the other harder and harder. Then he hit the other one with his other hand. Before she knew it he was slapping both titties back and forth. It startled her, but she did not dislike it. Escapades of Eva Christmas Special As he beat on her he began chanting "Slut", "Bitch", "Cunt" and other terms of humiliation. It startled her, but, again she did not dislike it, in fact she found she was getting wet. She tried to close her mind to any kind of pleasure. After all she did not want to betray her Sir by enjoying anything with this man. He hit the first titty again, harder this time. Then he hit the other one even harder. "Dam fucking slut cunt," he growled, and he hit her twice as hard. Then he began to slap her titties faster. First he hit one then the other, harder and harder. To her amazement she found that she liked what he was doing. Snickering to himself he slapped even harder. Then he grabbed both titties with both hands and sank his fingernails into them. He grabbed the ample flesh and squeezed hard. He pulled up on her titties hard enough to pull her up off her back a little as he twisted and clawed and pinched her over and over. She was quiet but she was breathing heavily. She really liked this treatment but she felt a guilty flush of humiliation for her Sir heating her cheeks as her body betrayed her mind. The dark stranger began to beat her titties with blows that were even harder than slaps. Her cunt got wetter and she wished this anonymous attacker would fuck her as she started to moan. "So, you like this don't you, you dirty little whore?" She moaned again. With a gleeful chuckle he slapped and punched and pounded her and called her names until she began to moan and whimper rolling her head from side to side. He sat down flat on her abdomen then and she could feel the hardness of his cock attempting to push through his pants. He was rubbing his rock hard meat against her cunt and she tried to push her pussy back against him wanting to be fucked. Then suddenly as she started to tense her pussy against him in an attempt to cum he stopped. The stranger stood up over her and even though she could not see his face she could tell from his heavy breathing and the heaving and jiggling of his shoulders that he was greatly amused with her attempts to fuck her captor. "Not just yet Pet," he chuckled and he stepped back from her. Now she was puzzled. He had called her pet again as if he was familiar with her. Not knowing if it was her Sir or a stranger was making her nuts. What was worse, whoever he was, he now knew that she was turned on to him sexually, which also caused her a great dilemma if he really was her Sir. What would he think of her being so turned on by someone who was not Him? Her hot tears began to flow once again. As she watched him, without looking directly at him, she saw him step over her and bend down to pick up his knife. "Don't move bitch or you know what will happen." "Yes Sir," she murmured. "Good girl," he said and moved toward the kitchen. Sir always said good girl just the way this man did, but with his voice disguised she still was not sure of his identity. The suspense, and the possible consequences terrified her. She heard him rummaging around in the refrigerator. She heard the pop of what she thought must be one of the imported beers she had brought home for Sir. He was the only one she knew who preferred that brand. She didn't know what to think and she began to sniffle as more tears fell down the side of her face. She was really afraid once again. The man returned to the living room with a beer in one hand and was stuffing a fistful of some of Sir's favorite fruitcake in his mouth. He looked around the room as he ate and drank. He picked up some of the paddles and inspected them. Then he saw the rope and picked some of it up throwing a pile of it down next to Cher. She watched what he was doing suspiciously. She saw him pick up a couple of dildos and put them back on the table. Then he picked up a few other toys and put them back. He strolled around the room looking at what was there. Then he spied the tennis racket hanging from the coat rack. It was Sir's rack, the big one that he liked to practice with. He walked back over to her and stood over her feet with the tennis racket in one hand and looking back and forth from it to her. Then walking over to the fireplace he turned his beer up and finished it. He let out a big belch and rubbed his belly as he turned back to her. He put the tennis racket down on the sofa and grabbed Cher by her feet. He dragged her over a few feet to the side of the carpet. When he did she felt pain in her arms as he dragged her with her wrists still bound. Her hands were numb but she still could feel the pain. He watched her grimace from the pain and said, "That's alright my Pet. I will take care of that pain in your arms in a minute." Sir knew she could not take having her arms behind her back for long and he would normally let her loose about now. Maybe it was Sir after all. She shook her head a little wishing she could stop thinking about it. Whoever it was she was still frightened and the tears started again. She watched the stranger slide the loveseat in the living room over in front of the fireplace. As she watched she realized that she was getting cold lying there nude and she wished that she had lit a fire earlier. Then her captor did a strange thing. He turned the loveseat around with the back facing the fireplace, kicking the pile of rope over next to it. Then he picked up a second pair of handcuffs from the pile of Sir's toys and returned to Cher. He rolled her back onto her tummy and began to rub her arms. " Be still and don't try anything you fucking whore," he said. "Yes Sir." He unlocked the cuffs from one wrist. When he did he rubbed the free hand for a minute and rolled her onto her back again. She tried to move her arms but they were stiff and she didn't have much feeling in them. She also saw that her hands had turned blue. She was puzzled again. Sir would never let her stay bound until her limbs went numb. He had told her that was dangerous. Then the man dragged her up by the wrist that was still cuffed and after he rubbed it a little to get the circulation started again he twisted her wrist roughly behind her back and grabbed her around the neck with his other arm. Pressing his face to her ear he growled, "Ok you fucking whore you are going to get fucked tonight, and fucked good and hard. And, there is nothing you can do about it except take what I give you. Understand?" "Yes Sir," she said meekly and she lowered her head as he painfully twisted the arm that he held behind her back and pushed her over toward the fireplace. When he had her in front of the over-stuffed Queen Anne loveseat he pushed her hard onto her knees on the seat. Walking around in front of her with the cuffed wrist still in his hand he grabbed her other hand and pulled her up over the back of the chair until he had both of her hands stretched out tightly in front of the fireplace. He took the loose end of the handcuff and attached it to a cast iron ring that was imbedded in the top front end of the brick fireplace. He grabbed the other hand and clicked the second pair of cuffs on and attached the other end of that one to the fireplace as well. Then he pushed and pulled the loveseat back from the fireplace a little at a time until he had Cher stretched out until her tummy was resting on the top of the seat and the upper portion of her body was stretched out over the floor. She felt as if she would slide off the back of the sofa and hit the floor at any second. Suddenly she was felt helpless and afraid. Then the stranger walked around behind her and one by one he grabbed a leg and lifted it up onto the wooden arm of the love seat where he tied it securely. When he was done she was stretched out in front of her and her legs were spread as wide as he could get them. She was completely helpless now and totally at his mercy. She couldn't move and she couldn't say anything. She began to sob softly. When the man had her securely stretched and spread eagled he walked around in front of her. "How do you like that bitch? Was I right when I said you would not be able to do anything about what I am going to do to you?" "Yes Sir," she sobbed. Then he grabbed her sore titties and pinched them hard, pulling the nipples down until her skin was stretched out from the mound of her titties. She stifled a scream under her breath. "Good girl," he said. Then he reached over to where he had laid the tennis racket. He took it and positioning it under her he began to gently spank her titties one at a time. She was sore but it felt good the way he was spanking her. Her big titties bounced and jiggled around and he spanked them harder. Now and then he would stop and grab one of them with both hands and squeeze the whole titty rolling it around and pulling and squeezing in his hands. Then when she started to breath deeper from the pleasure she was feeling he walked around behind her and smacked her bare ass with his hand. First he hit one cheek then the other. He smacked her rhythmically as he increased the intensity until he was spanking her rather hard. Then as she expected he smacked her with the tennis racket. He did the same as he had with his hand and spanked her with the racket harder and harder. With each stroke she stifled a squeal with her mouth closed. She tried to be quiet but she couldn't help responding to the pain. Fortunately, he did not try to quiet her. He spanked harder and harder. She could feel her ass getting hot and she knew it was very red by now. "This is what happens to nasty cunts don't you know?" "Yes Sir," she said between clenched teeth. He stopped and she felt him move away from her. She tried to look around behind her to see what he was doing but she felt like she was going to fall so she hung her head down between her outstretched arms and waited. In a moment she felt his hand rubbing her hot bottom. Then he ran his hand down between her ass cheeks and down to the slit in her pussy. She couldn't suppress a gasp as he fingered her clit for a moment. She knew she was very wet and as if he read her mind he gave a short triumphant laugh and plunged a couple of fingers into her cunt. He began to pump her hard and fast. She could not help moaning. She tried to hump against him but found that too made her feel like she was falling. So, as he had said she was entirely at his mercy, but she didn't mind because she was engrossed in the feel of him fucking her. He slowed for a moment and she felt him insert another finger. He was stretching her pussy so tight and she moaned out loud. He fucked her for another moment then he withdrew his hand. When he inserted his fingers again she noticed that he had lubricated them generously and she liked the slick easy way his fingers filled her and slid in and out. He slowed again and she gave a moan of exasperation. Again he chuckled. "Not yet Pet." Then he inserted a forth finger and she began to gasp for breath from the ecstasy she felt at being stretched so far. The man had enormous fingers and he was stretching her so much that she was feeling a bit of pleasurable pain. He fucked her some more and she wondered if he was going to try to fist her. She wasn't sure if she could take more, but she didn't have to worry about it because she felt an orgasm building as her cunt started to tense. Then he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Again she moaned in frustration. Wasn't he going to let her cum? Then she felt him putting a couple of fingers inside her and stretching her cunt. The next thing she felt was a hard object being inserted in her lubricated hole. It was hard but it was not smooth. He slid it in and out of her cunt slowly and easily. She could feel that it was not as thick as a man's penis but it was a nice size and it was long. In fact, it hurt a little more than she wanted and she gave a tiny squeal. She did not want him to stop, and she did not want to make him angry by making too much noise. Then she realized the object was the handle of the tennis racket. That realization made her juices flow a little more. What a turn on it was to be fucked by such a common object, and she had to admit to herself that being fucked by an anonymous stranger who had her completely under his control was a major turn on as well. The man fucked her with the handle of the tennis racket a little more then he took it out and smacked her on the ass with the webbed end. Smack, smack, smack! He came down hard and fast on her ass. He spanked her for a while, and then he shoved the handle back into her cunt. In and out, in and out this man fucked until she was wild with passion. She couldn't help it. "May I please cum Sir?" she begged the way she would with her Sir. "Yes," he growled with the same intense passion in his voice, "Cum NOW you cock sucking bitch." She came long and hard as her body jerked and tensed over and over. The hot cum came gushing out of her cunt and she felt it running down the inside of her thighs. For an instant she wondered if the blood from earlier had mixed with the intense and abundant cum that shook her to her very core. Then instead of pulling the racket out of her pussy he slid it back in and she felt him prop it up under the loveseat in a way that kept it in if she stayed real still. "Hold it there bitch and don't let it fall if you know what is good for you," he said and he walked back around to the front of her. "Yes Sir," she moaned as she tried to clamp her cunt muscles around the handle. Standing to the side of her he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Look at me slut," he ordered. She looked into his eyes and he growled, "Suck my cock you fucking bitch!" and he shoved the hard cock that was sticking out from his open crotch up to her lips as he pushed her head back down between her arms. "And, you had better suck it right." She opened her mouth and sucked in the hard meat that was offered to her. Her head was the only thing she could move. But again, out of fear of falling if she moved too much she was forced to move as little as possible and just take his cock into her hot mouth as far and as hard as he wanted her to. He shoved up into her mouth and pushed down on her head with the fist full of hair that he had wrapped around his fingers. At first he slid it into her mouth slowly taking long easy strokes. Then he began to stroke her mouth more forcefully. He shoved his hard cock in and out, pushing it a little farther each time. Then he picked up the speed and began to fuck her faster. She clamped her lips on him and sucked the best she could as he shoved farther and farther into her mouth until she began to choke on it as his cock went all the way into her throat. She breathed the best she could and sucked and sucked on that hard cock. She felt his cock begin to jerk and just as she was expecting him to cum he jerked his it out of her mouth and walked around behind her. She felt him pause for a moment and she heard the soft sound of him rubbing something on his meat. Then very quickly he stepped up behind her and shoved his hard cock into her asshole. She screamed with pain. And, as he shoved his cock in and out of her hard and fast she adjusted to the intense pain the best she could since he had not stretched her first. She half expected him to be angry with her but she realized that he was beyond caring how much noise she made. He was humping her asshole with frenzy, fucking her over and over. He pumped and rammed her ass as he dug his fingers into her flesh. She felt the handle of the tennis racket ramming into her each time he shoved his cock into her tight ass. She felt her cunt tense from the intensity of his cock pounding into her with all his strength. He fucked her over and over, and as she whimpered, "Sir?" he commanded "Cum you fucking whore. Cum now while I fill your sluttish cunt with my hot cream." He pounded her more and more and as she felt his hard cock begin to jerk and the hot juices from his heavenly fucking start to fill her ass she heard him grunt, "Cum NOW cum with me," and she let herself go and came over and over each time his cock jerked inside of her. When she felt the last of his cum fill her ass he leaned over the way Sir always did and wrapped his arms around her and gave one last shove of his cock before it began to soften. As both of them began to breath a little slower he slid his cock all the way out of her ass and he bent over and bit her hard on her ass cheek causing her to cry out with the pain and the pleasure of such a sudden and delightful bite. He bit down and shook the flesh in his mouth ripping at it as if she was a rag doll. She squealed and silently wished he would not stop because even though she just came the bite had her hot all over again. He pulled off of her and she heard him go into the bathroom and as she heard the sounds of him washing his cock she smiled to herself. She knew now that this was her Sir. He had the same gentleness even when he was being rough. And, he had done and said so many of the little things she had learned to enjoy about their sex. Yes, she was sure this was he, her beloved Sir. Then he came back into the living room. He went to the fireplace and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he pulled her up into a standing position and he bent over and picked her up and carried her on his shoulder and sat her down in the booth of the built-in breakfast nook near the kitchen. When she sat down he reached under the center pole of the table and locked the loose ends together so she could not free herself. Then he placed the key to the cuffs on the kitchen counter. The double cuffs left her just enough length to put her hands up to her head. He went to the refrigerator and got a glass of orange juice. Bringing it back he grabbed her hair once again and gently fed her the juice until she finished it. Leaving her cuffed to the table he went back into the living room and returned with an afghan that was draped over the sofa. He wrapped it around her nude body and she was thankful for the warmth. She looked up at him and smiled, and when she did his lips formed into a thin angry line and he slapped her face. She reeled back from the force of the slap and she looked at him in total surprise. Once again she was puzzled. Was this her Sir? Why wasn't he letting her go? Why did he keep hurting her? She shook her head. She didn't want to wonder anymore. "NO," she told herself, "This is Sir, he is just not ready to stop the scene." So, she lowered her gaze and took on an appropriate stance of submission. "Did you enjoy what you got this evening?" he asked. "Yes Sir," she smiled. "Good. I enjoyed capturing you, and I especially enjoyed the ass fuck. Maybe I will do it again sometime." "Thank you Sir," she giggled, " I enjoyed it too, even the rough stuff, and even though you really frightened me a lot. I would enjoy doing a scene like that again too Sir." "Oh really?" he asked as he walked over and picked up the cordless phone and put it on the table in front of her. "Yes Sir," she replied as she looked curiously at the phone and then at him. She said nothing. "What makes you think it was a scene?" he chuckled. Then as he looked at her he said, "Look at me bitch. And answer the phone." A couple of seconds later the phone rang and as she reached to answer it the stranger opened the door to the driveway, which was well lit by the floodlight. She looked up at him and as she picked up the phone she said, "Hello?" From the other end she heard her beloved Sir saying, "We are about ready to take off Pet. The snow has let up. And you know its funny, but they were not expecting snow here until late this afternoon and it came down hard and fast like a blizzard. But it has let up now and the planes can take off, so it looks like I will be able to make it home by midnight. So, what have you been up to this evening Pet?" She couldn't believe it but that was her Sir's voice on the other end of the phone. Escapades of Eva Christmas Special When she looked up the stranger slowly pulled off the ski mask he was wearing. She could see him smiling as he pulled the mask up over a full white beard and moustache. And, as he pulled it up over those blue eyes and rosy red cheeks she also saw a full head of curly white hair. When he winked at her, her mouth dropped open and he said, "Remember Cher, be careful what you ask for because you just might get it." As he unlocked the door and then the screen and started to turn away she looked out at the end of the porch and saw a shiny red sleigh and a team of reindeer stomping and snorting as if they were anxious to go. Still speechless, she looked at the stranger as he gave her a nod and walked out the door. And as he jumped into the sleigh she heard him laugh out loud and say, "Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas and thanks again for the fuck Cher." And away he flew leaving her laughing and wondering how the heck he had gotten into the house.