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You are property, an animal, not a person to me. 'I really can't abide defiance, and will not stand for those who think they can top from the bottom. Taking the time to tell me what was in store, she held the ball gag up in front of me. She slit the magic wand into its holder at the base of the sawhorse, pressing it against my clit, and setting it on the mid range to begin to weaken my resistance and control.

She bound me to the sawhorse, my face to her fireplace, seeing the festive holiday scene of tree and fire, the decorated mantle as I felt her fasten the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. She opened her present and made no comment beyond a soft 'hmmm' The cushions bound to it, and leather restraints at the four feet meant that I could be fastened securely with my breasts hanging down, my pussy and ass exposed, my mouth available, and with enough security that My Lady could employ more energetic means of correction to me without fear of my falling. She hauled out the saw horse with padding over it that she sometimes used for my more severe punishments.

'Merry Christmas, My Lady' I offered as I handed her the present I had crafted. That smile that had blossomed upon her lips in Christmas greeting fading to the hard cold line of a Mistress with a disobedient pet. She answered, a santa hat upon her head, a cup of coffee that smelled of whisky in her hand, and one dark eyebrow arching up as her face turned down. For her I am either the wolf that paces at her feet or the bitch collared on my knees. Wife, mother, teacher, mentor, protector, sometimes the threat that keeps lesser predators at bay. I am a lot of things for a lot of people. She is the rose at the heart of the forest of thorns that is my soul. My Lady in darkness, my Lady of Pain, my Lady of dark delights, my nightmare, my dream, my Mistress, my salvation. We are both women, but when I look at her I think Lady.

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How to describe it, knit Japanese school girl sailor pullover in black yard with blood red roses. I saw the sweater pattern in a comment on a Japanese Anime I watch with my daughters. I had knit for my Mistress what is honestly probably a little beyond my actual skill level. I am also not great with the lighter yarns, I honestly like the heavier raw wool and warmer yarns. I take forever to find the time to do it, and it takes me honestly about an hour to get into a good rhythm. It was not much of a present as things go. It was mine to come when called, to attend my Mistress at her command without question or hesitation.