I’d first let you use the bathroom. After all that time spent tied up under a tree, that will the frist thing to do since I’m not into scat either. I’d keep your ankles tied up enough for you to walk, but not run.
You’d then be ordered to take off your dark green Christmas skirt and your black-and-white sweater, before I’d personally rip off your bra and your panties. I’d then order you to take a shower and use my Oriental Spice soap, while I watch of course. You’d have to turn around as I enjoy your ageless beauty. You’d be forbidden to speak.
As you soap yourself, I take off my striped tie, my white shirt and my wool trousers, then my boxers and unleash my wild erection, eager to give an all-Canadian fuck to my countrywoman.
This will be a silent, raw fuck, from behind as you’re forced to stay bent over under the running water while I pull your arms and use them for added leverage as I let your butt curves wet-smack my heavyweight lifter’s frame. My size is twice an average woman’s and it’s usually enough to intimidate and dominate. You’ll feel my farmer-walk grip strength while I keep pulling your arms behind you and take my pleasure under the shower.
It would end with an animalistic growl and the predictable fill-up.
After this, you’ll have earned your meal, so I’ll share my Lac-Saint-Jean tourtière with you and wish you a heartfelt welcome to Quebec City while snow keeps falling outside. You’d be naked, unless I see you’re shivering, then I’d lend you my XX-large plaid wool shirt so you don’t catch cold. The Romans usually took good care of their slaves. My French accent will be raping your language each time I speak, adding an extra layer to your humiliation.
After this, my first dessert would be you, tied up on my dinner table, face up. I’ll pour cognac on your wonderful tits and lick it all off. I usually use beer or soft drink for this, but this is Christmas!
I’ll bestow the same honour to your cunt.
After this, I’ll make pancakes, flambées with cognac along with fine cheese, the Louis d’Or. Again, you’ll have earned that dessert, the first one for you and the second treat for me. Eating in front of someone who isn’t goes against all laws of hospitality, even to a slave.
The pancakes would come with maple syrup and café-cognac.
After this, I’ll carry you in my arms into my bedroom. Since I’m not sure you’re a safe slave, I’ll tie your wrists to the bed posts, along with your ankles in such a way as to force you to keep your legs bent.
Since I’m a kind master, I’ll kiss and run my tongue on you everywhere for one or two hours. I’ll indulge in my love for a woman’s butt, legs and feet, to say nothing of her breasts, her hands and her hair. I’ll do this to let you digest your meal since I hate the smell and sight of vomit. I’ll also do this to give myself enough time to get fully back on line.
I’m usually not able to rape twice in the same day, but your body is so fucking hot! The more I explore you with my kisses, the more I want to rape you again. At the end of this long session, I rub your feet on my growing dick, before positioning you on all fours, adjusting your bondage as needed.
I end up kneeling behind you, enjoying my full-on victory, raping you like a gladiator would rape a Christian girl on the arena sand before she gets thrown to lions and panthers for Rome’s enjoyment.
This will be followed with a second trip to the bathroom, and a steamy shower where I’ll only kiss and fondle you.
Later on, after your second meal, you’ll have to kneel down in front of me and I’ll masturbate hard at your face. I don’t trust your mouth yet, so I’ll masturbate hard and give you the very last of my goo, which I’ll shoot in ropes on your face with the last one for your tits.
Merry Christmas, and a huge load of steamy cum. 100% Canadian. With heartfelt love.
