My Snow Adventure

Dearest Master.

I followed your instructions this evening just as you had emailed.

It was the time. The time you had specified in your 4:00 P.M. e-mail. I love
knowing I can count on receiving your messages daily, no matter where you
are and I try awfully hard to make myself available, hoping you want to go
to chat. I want to see you. We both risk so much by letting our fun transmit
from and to our work places. Maybe that is part of the fun, the risk. I had
missed you today. A long-winded bore held me up; therefore I cannot refuse
your instructions. I had missed my only window of opportunity. Ten minutes
to give you my answer is just hardly enough time, but I do understand, if I
miss you I do as you request. I had missed that time frame totally.

Leaving the kids glued to the television with a fresh movie, I stood with
one foot on the bottom step and watched them for a few minutes, just
watching, enthralled with their antics. Oh how I love them.

The usual internal fight raged in me as it had every day since I met you. My
body ached to do your bidding but at times like this my intelligence still
wars with my sexual being. Each step took me further from my day-to-day
world and drew me into our private one. How had it started? It was real, you
are real, and I am real, yet it's even more surreal. I pulled myself up the
stairs slowly, my urgency growing as I went up one step at a time until I
bounded up the last two as one. My thoughts leaving one world and entering
our world my eagerness building I was eager to follow my html instructions.
But you knew I would. You know me as no other person ever has, the real me.

Without turning on the lights I walked towards the double doors at the end
of the hall pulling your instructions out of my tight jeans as I went. I
unfolded the tight wad of paper. Now there were sixteen little squares; the
outside smeared with traces of my makeup transferred there by my less than
clean fingers. At least several dozen times during my last meeting I
fingered it rolling it around and around and it looked like it, too.
Flipping on the lights, blinded by the sudden glare, I stood rooted blinking
furiously as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I reread my mission. A
shiver ran through me.

To prepare, I removed my sweatshirt as I headed for the mirrored doors of my
closet and tossed in the hamper. My arms snaked backward naturally as only a
woman can and with a deft movement my bra was in my hands. A shiver ran down
my back as the cool air caressed my bare nipples. I undid my jeans, and then
sitting on the side of the bed I slipped them off removing my panties with
them as one unit. I stood momentarily in front of the expanse of glass and
looked at myself as my hands ran down over the curve of my hips. I padded
nude into my closet and grabbed my zippered warm up jacket, I pulled it on
as I felt the house buffeted by the wind. I wondered if you had been waiting
for such a night to have me undertake this.

In my bedside table I found my largest vibrator and inserted into my already
wet cunt and pulled on a pair of black tights, sans panties. I yanked the
tights up high above my waist firmly anchoring my vibrator. I glanced in the
mirror my left nipple was already pushing against the thin black material of
my warm-up jacket as I it knew. Rubbing my right nipple, I watched it pop up
hard making a matched pair. The color in my face was already rising giving
me a healthy glow. Now I was ready for my adventure.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I put on my winter boots and grabbed my long
green down-filled coat, the hanger clanging to the floor. I left it. Before
buttoning the coat I unzipped my warm-up jacket. Bending at first to reach
those lower buttons, my heavy breasts gave into gravity as if your favorite
weights were invisibly attached. Straightening I shoved the warm up jacket
well back under my arms and did up those final three buttons.

I stood momentarily with my hand on the door handle savoring the sensation
and the exhilaration that my thoughts and the nylon of my coat created on my
sensitive nipples, the sensation reverberating to my clit. Just breathing
sent ripples of ecstasy through me.

Gloveless as requested, I left the house supposedly to walk over to get the
mail. Outside it was really cold and snowing hard. The weatherman had called
it the storm of the year on the evening news. I knew you would be proud of
me for following your instructions on this cold blustery night. I wondered
again if you knew it was such a bad storm.

I stood just outside the backdoor wondering if I should do my adventure
before I walked to the mailbox or do it afterward. You had not told me.
Ummmm. I felt my vibrator working its magic under my tights in my oozing wet
cunt. My juices already leaked out causing a growing wet spot on my thin
tights. I felt cold.

Oh, I had to do it now; the mail could wait a few minutes, I couldn't. I
wandered into our backyard and pushed the gate shut making sure the catch
caught. Fortunately the fence is six feet high. I undid my long coat just
out of sight of any of our windows. I stood there with my breasts exposed to
the falling snow. The neighbors could see me if they looked out the right
upstairs window in my direction. The thought of discovery only added to my
heightened senses.

I could not help but blush and smile shyly at the thought of me standing in
the corner of my own backyard with my coat wide open and my bare breasts
exposed to the falling snow. This part of my body had never felt the
sensation of snowflakes landing on bare skin only to melt into a droplet of
water. My animalistic urge was to hug my coat tight around me in a display
of survival but I remembered -- you had requested I expose myself for a full
five minutes. I was to live those moments as if you were standing there, in
front of me, rubbing snow on my breasts with my nipples hardening and your
hard cock impaling me against the fence. The cold air and the falling snow
became the ghosts of your hands making my nipples erect.

As you instructed, I leaned down and scoped up a handful of snow and rolled
it around and around in my hands, making a hard snowball until my bare hands
were freezing. The child in me took over; I just had to fling that snowball
at something. What?  I chose the big dormant silver maple. I fired. I
missed. I chuckled. Back to the moment, I took my breasts in my cold hands
and ran each hand around my nipples; instantly they stood up even more at
attention. I could never remember them being so hard. Again I was amazed at
the direct correlation of my hardening nipples and the growing ache in my
clit. Even the cold and the storm could not stop my body's urgent automatic
response as I stood in my backyard under the falling snow.

The vibrator and the ache in my clit made me cum spontaneously standing
there alone, thinking of you. I fell against the fence as I was rocked with
my soaring orgasm. Lost to the functioning of my body, I felt no cold, only
the tingling warmth my orgasm generated. My right hand now between my legs,
I rammed the vibrator in deeper and tugged it out of my spasming hole only
so I could drive it in again. My loud moans of ecstasy were instantly torn
away from me by the strong easterly wind swirling around me. In, twist, out,
pry, drive in, wiggle, and pull out again and again, I fucked myself as the
storm raged around me. I lived another orgasm imagining you hot cock driving
hard into me.

When my orgasm passed, I was left with a wonderful warm glow and weak knees.
Momentarily as I came back to reality I wondered if my Day Lillies minded me
standing on their snow covered bed. I quickly stepped out of the flowerbed
off my precious Lillies, as if they were crying out in agony. Without my
internal fire, the cold of the night and the severity of the storm took
over. I shivered uncontrollably, my teeth chattered. I zipped up my jacket
and quickly did up my coat. I crammed my hands deep in my pockets as I
walked to the mailbox lost in my thoughts of the control you exert over me,
even remotely. I laughed out loud in an embarrassed sort of way at the
thought of my submissiveness. Chuckling I stepped out around the house
colliding into my neighbor on her way to visit. Together we walked to the
mailbox first before going in to share tea and the local gossip. My
vibrator's insistent pulsing meant I kept loosing my train of thought as she
and I chatted amicably.

Upon returning to the house, I could not help but feel my vibrator
unyielding in my wet cunt as I bent and undid my boots. Quickly I bolted for
my bedroom suite with my coat still on supposedly due to an urgent need to
use the bathroom. There I stripped, stood momentarily playing with and
enjoying my vibrator as I watched myself in the full-length mirror. No, I
can't. She is waiting. Damn. I quickly yet reluctantly pulled the play cock
out and slipped back into my jeans and pulled on my warmest, bulkiest
sweater no time for the panties or bra. I don't think she noticed. I hope
not. I tossed my vibrator into the drawer without cleaning it promising to
take care of it as soon as I had a moment's privacy.

I flushed the toilet just as she knocked on the bathroom door to see if I
was okay. Looking in the mirror as I washed my hands, I could not help but
see my flushed face, flushed from your remote loving of me in the backyard.
I picked up my coat and threw it over my arm. I took a final look in the
mirror at myself as I reached for the light switch. I looked radiant and
sated. I silently said my thanks to you for my snow adventure. The room went
dark.

As I moved passed her, she caringly put the back of her hand to my flushed
cheek and said, "You sure you are okay."

"I am just fine, really honest."

"I put the kettle on to make tea. It should be just about ready." With that
the kettle started its wheezing whistle. Wondering if she could smell my
ebbing arousal I skipped down the steps, hollering at the kids that it was
bath time as I went to make the tea. I was back in my real world.

Only half listening to Cindy as she babbled on "Did you know the new people,
you know the ones that moved into the old Patterson place.." I smiled and
nodded already mentally writing the email I would send you as soon as she
left. I wished she would leave.

Your loving sub,

Suzie

PS I couldn't get the snow blower working again. Geoff came over with his
and did the driveway and sidewalks but he says you owe him big time. Wasn't
that nice of him.

I hope your convention is going well. I hope you aren't too tired when you
get back Friday. I have some plans for the night.

Love Ya.