January in Texas was so fickle. Some days it would be so warm out that she would find herself in shorts or light cotton dresses. Then the temperature would swing, and she’d find herself shivering at the 45-degree blustery wind that came through.
Andrea’s boyfriend didn’t feel that it was worth turning on the heat because before long, the temp would swing the other way. He felt it was just wrong to turn the A/C on during the first months of the year, and he couldn’t sleep well if it was too hot inside. Besides, he could just put on something warmer, if it got a little too chilly.
He explained this to her the first time she asked, naked and kneeling at his feet, if she could turn the heat up. The second time she made the request, he made her stand on the back porch naked for 15 terrifying minutes with her legs spread double shoulder width apart and her hands laced behind her head. This way, as much heat as possible would leave her body during the punishment.
When she came back inside, the house did feel so much more warm, he was right. He told her the next time she asks, she’ll be out there for 30, so think twice about it. She never asked again.
Still, this cold front had lasted for 9 days now. The inside temp was 61 degrees. She definitely didn’t feel any warmer than outside when she stripped off all her clothes after work, putting everything away neatly. Her nipples were immediately hard, like they had been for the last week. Gooseflesh sprung in reaction to her touch against the cold door handle leading into their bedroom. Her toes welcomed the soft carpet she decorated the floor with.
Then she knelt, as required, and waited for Jason to return home from work. With usual traffic, the wait was rarely more than 15 minutes long. The ritual of taking off her clothes and shedding her outside-world identity settled into her during that time. She moved her thoughts away from what happened during the day, to what will happen during the evening, and what her immediate next task would be.
She kept her legs spread wide, hands held around opposite wrists behind her back, chest forward and chin up. She didn’t dare scratch her nose or shift position. She knew she was on camera, and that he would spot review tapes if he suspected her of laziness. Or of wanting to close her legs to conserve her heat. It is not for me to decide, she firmly reminded herself.
Eventually, Jason walked in. He kicked off his boots, and pulled down his jeans. His socks and underwear came next. Normally his shirt came next, but it was finally chilly in the house, and he wanted to be comfortable for his afterword blow job.
Andrea’s beauty made him pause, just off the side of her. He knew she could hear him and knew he was there. But she held still and did not try to peak or say anything. His good, sweet little slut. No complaints about the temperature, although he was sure that her nipples were aching from the cold by now. Jason acknowledge’d that her soft, silky hair, pert nose and pink lips made her attractive. But to him, it was her obedience that made her the most beautiful woman he knew.
Jason walked over and sat on the end of the bed, so that her eyes were perfectly at dick level. He adored how well she waited for her next command, even though she knew what it would be. She waited on him, and she waited for him. Still, he loved to test her. Each time she passed the tests he set for her, he loved her more.
He was going to relent and turn on the heat today, but she didn’t need to know that. He slowly started to roll up the bottom of his warm flannel shirt and tuck the ends under.
“It’s too cold in here to comfortably receive your daily gratitude, so I’m keeping my shirt on today. Since you’re always so messy, such a sloppy cock sucker, I have to roll it up. I don’t want your spit stains on it.”
He released a long, dramatic sigh.
“The things I do for you, for your health and well-being. Making time every day for you to reflect on what you have to be grateful for. But it’s worth it. As long as you give your all and try your hardest. Isn’t that right, slut?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to show you my gratitude. May I please worship your cock?”
His cock wasn’t hard, despite the arousing sight before him. It was honestly just too damn cold for that. He reached forward and pinched each of her nipples, hard. Andrea’s silence while her face slightly grimaced brought some life to it. He continued, pinching, tugging, and twisting, until she bit her lip. His sign that the pain had gotten to the point where it was mixed with arousal.
“Make me hard.” Jason commanded, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs. His submissive moved forward, touching her knees to his ankles. His way of knowing she was spread wide enough. Sometimes, when he wanted to fuck with her, he would spread them too far, where her legs just couldn’t reach no matter what. But today wasn’t one of those days.
Her tongue felt divine on his cock. Like she really had been spending that whole time thinking about how best to serve him, to demonstrate her gratitude. Soon, his dick could stand on its own.
“Enough,” Jason stopped her. “Hands on your knees, eyes straight forward again.”
Andrea obeyed, gulping and choking, as he took his pleasure from her mouth and throat. She constantly moved her tongue in an effort to please him. After not too long, he gave her his cum and she swelled down every drop.
Jason spent some time stroking her hair, after he rested her head on his thigh so they could look into each other’s eyes. As much as the rough face fucking connected them again at the end of each day, in so many ways, it was just the prelude for this moment.
The moment where they both experienced true, deep, undying gratitude for the gift of meeting a yin to their yang. How goddamned lucky they were to have each other.
Jason grabbed the notebook out of Andrea’s night stand. The one labeled “Gratitude” and with an entry for each day. He handed it to her, and silently left the room to turn the heat up. Andrea leaned over, and maintaining the spread of her thighs as she balanced on knees and elbows, she wrote a paragraph about her appreciation for being allowed to give him gratitude that day.
Half way through the first sentence, she heard the heat click on and smirked, grateful that Jason couldn’t see it, or else she’d be getting a heated ass. Actually…maybe she should write about that. Just to see how carefully he was keeping track of her gratitude journal entries…
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January in Texas was so fickle. Some days it would be so warm out that she would find herself in shorts or light cotton dresses. Then the temperature would swing, and she’d find herself shivering at the 45-degree blustery wind that came through.
Andrea’s boyfriend didn’t feel that it was worth turning on the heat because before long, the temp would swing the other way. He felt it was just wrong to turn the A/C on during the first months of the year, and he couldn’t sleep well if it was too hot inside. Besides, he could just put on something warmer, if it got a little too chilly.
He explained this to her the first time she asked, naked and kneeling at his feet, if she could turn the heat up. The second time she made the request, he made her stand on the back porch naked for 15 terrifying minutes with her legs spread double shoulder width apart and her hands laced behind her head. This way, as much heat as possible would leave her body during the punishment.
When she came back inside, the house did feel so much more warm, he was right. He told her the next time she asks, she’ll be out there for 30, so think twice about it. She never asked again.
Still, this cold front had lasted for 9 days now. The inside temp was 61 degrees. She definitely didn’t feel any warmer than outside when she stripped off all her clothes after work, putting everything away neatly. Her nipples were immediately hard, like they had been for the last week. Gooseflesh sprung in reaction to her touch against the cold door handle leading into their bedroom. Her toes welcomed the soft carpet she decorated the floor with.
Then she knelt, as required, and waited for Jason to return home from work. With usual traffic, the wait was rarely more than 15 minutes long. The ritual of taking off her clothes and shedding her outside-world identity settled into her during that time. She moved her thoughts away from what happened during the day, to what will happen during the evening, and what her immediate next task would be.
She kept her legs spread wide, hands held around opposite wrists behind her back, chest forward and chin up. She didn’t dare scratch her nose or shift position. She knew she was on camera, and that he would spot review tapes if he suspected her of laziness. Or of wanting to close her legs to conserve her heat. It is not for me to decide, she firmly reminded herself.
Eventually, Jason walked in. He kicked off his boots, and pulled down his jeans. His socks and underwear came next. Normally his shirt came next, but it was finally chilly in the house, and he wanted to be comfortable for his afterword blow job.
Andrea’s beauty made him pause, just off the side of her. He knew she could hear him and knew he was there. But she held still and did not try to peak or say anything. His good, sweet little slut. No complaints about the temperature, although he was sure that her nipples were aching from the cold by now. Jason acknowledge’d that her soft, silky hair, pert nose and pink lips made her attractive. But to him, it was her obedience that made her the most beautiful woman he knew.
Jason walked over and sat on the end of the bed, so that her eyes were perfectly at dick level. He adored how well she waited for her next command, even though she knew what it would be. She waited on him, and she waited for him. Still, he loved to test her. Each time she passed the tests he set for her, he loved her more.
He was going to relent and turn on the heat today, but she didn’t need to know that. He slowly started to roll up the bottom of his warm flannel shirt and tuck the ends under.
“It’s too cold in here to comfortably receive your daily gratitude, so I’m keeping my shirt on today. Since you’re always so messy, such a sloppy cock sucker, I have to roll it up. I don’t want your spit stains on it.”
He released a long, dramatic sigh.
“The things I do for you, for your health and well-being. Making time every day for you to reflect on what you have to be grateful for. But it’s worth it. As long as you give your all and try your hardest. Isn’t that right, slut?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to show you my gratitude. May I please worship your cock?”
His cock wasn’t hard, despite the arousing sight before him. It was honestly just too damn cold for that. He reached forward and pinched each of her nipples, hard. Andrea’s silence while her face slightly grimaced brought some life to it. He continued, pinching, tugging, and twisting, until she bit her lip. His sign that the pain had gotten to the point where it was mixed with arousal.
“Make me hard.” Jason commanded, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs. His submissive moved forward, touching her knees to his ankles. His way of knowing she was spread wide enough. Sometimes, when he wanted to fuck with her, he would spread them too far, where her legs just couldn’t reach no matter what. But today wasn’t one of those days.
Her tongue felt divine on his cock. Like she really had been spending that whole time thinking about how best to serve him, to demonstrate her gratitude. Soon, his dick could stand on its own.
“Enough,” Jason stopped her. “Hands on your knees, eyes straight forward again.”
Andrea obeyed, gulping and choking, as he took his pleasure from her mouth and throat. She constantly moved her tongue in an effort to please him. After not too long, he gave her his cum and she swelled down every drop.
Jason spent some time stroking her hair, after he rested her head on his thigh so they could look into each other’s eyes. As much as the rough face fucking connected them again at the end of each day, in so many ways, it was just the prelude for this moment.
The moment where they both experienced true, deep, undying gratitude for the gift of meeting a yin to their yang. How goddamned lucky they were to have each other.
Jason grabbed the notebook out of Andrea’s night stand. The one labeled “Gratitude” and with an entry for each day. He handed it to her, and silently left the room to turn the heat up. Andrea leaned over, and maintaining the spread of her thighs as she balanced on knees and elbows, she wrote a paragraph about her appreciation for being allowed to give him gratitude that day.
Half way through the first sentence, she heard the heat click on and smirked, grateful that Jason couldn’t see it, or else she’d be getting a heated ass. Actually…maybe she should write about that. Just to see how carefully he was keeping track of her gratitude journal entries…