My 3rd assignment was to state my favorite holiday real or make believe and tell how I would celebrate it. Here is my Holiday.
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“Happy’s Masters day,” I said as I rolled over a bit and smiled at Master. I would have touched him but my hands were firmly tied above my head. My ankles pulled tight, tied to the footboard.

Master chuckled as he rolled over and reached out cupping my neck with his big hand. “What a sweet slave,” he said as his thumb found the hollow in my throat.

“Master, I wish I could give you something.”

Master chuckled again and smiled slowly he pressed, “You can give me something.”

“Anything,” she said meeting his eyes calmly, “anything.”

“Your breath,” he said.

“Master,” she answered slowly, the fear rising in her eyes.

“The one thing you’ve held from me is your breath.”

“But breath play sir?”

His hand started to move away, the pressure at the hollow lifting. He looked so disappointed in her, she cried out. “Yes.”

Master’s eyes sought deep. “Beg me,” he shifted his body, his hand pressing.

She gulped tears starting to form, “Master, this slave begs you to take control of her breathe.”

“More,” he ordered gruffly.

She felt a tear slipping down her face. “Master, this slave needs to give up all parts of herself to her Master. She has been holding back on her master and begs him to take her breathe as a love offering.”

His smile took her breath away even before he crawled over her body sitting on her chest. “You please me, so much slave. I will do what you ask. I will take your last wall and break it down till it lies crumbled at my feet.”

Master pressed as their eyes locked, today he would push past her last limit. Today he would control all of her. She had given him the best present possible, her complete trust.