Veronica was downright giddy. One month after Steak & Blow Job day came "her" day – Cake & Cunnilingus Day. Last year, Logan tortured her into such a state of sexual delirium that she actually called in sick the next day because she was convinced her brain had completely stopped functioning and would be useless around the office.

In truth, she also wanted the extra day to lay around the house with Logan, watching old movies, napping, and enjoy the three delicious cakes – a decadent Belgian torte, a lighter than air strawberry shortcake, and a rich, dense chocolate cake - he had specially made for her by some "master baker" in Los Angeles and shipped to him at some great expense. At the time, she made a mental note that if they ever did, in fact, get married; she wanted whatever cake they had at the reception to be made by them.

Turning the key in the lock, Veronica tried to wipe the smile off her face as she entered the house. This was serious. It was her turn to bottom tonight and in the weeks following Logan's exquisite torture session, he began taunting her with what he was going to do to her, knowing that for her, the lead up to the night was as much fun as the actual event. First it was their book on shibari rope tying, left strategically on his side table for the past few days. Then there was a bag from one of the local sex shops, left empty and dropped on the kitchen counter for her to find. Finally, this morning, he was a little less subtle; jumping naked into the shower with her; caressing her warm, wet skin while whispering in her ear how he was going to make her cum so many times she wouldn't remember her name by the end, before releasing her unsatisfied and leaving to continue on with his day. This frustration stayed with her for most of the morning until she was finally able to focus on her work when her dad came into the office.

Removing her chunky boots, she dropped one, then the other loudly onto the area rug, hoping to alert Logan to her presence. When there was no response she frowned, glancing around the main floor. All the drapes were wide open, but Pony was missing – relegated to her crate once more. Glancing upstairs, Veronica tossed her jacket onto the rounded newel at the bottom of the tall staircase before she started her climb, her eyes fixed for signs of Logan.

Coming to the closed door of their bedroom, Veronica inhaled deeply, her hand hovering over the brass doorknob as butterflies danced in her stomach. Slowly turning the knob, she entered quietly, as if treading on sacred ground.

Logan turned from his spot near their long dresser – the shades pulled down so the room was dark with the exception of their side-table lamps casting a warm glow over the room. He was dressed in the latex apron she bought for him, but from what she could tell from the quick glance she got of him from behind, he had his grey boxers on underneath. The lines on his face deepened as he smiled, licking his lips slowly as if he was about to devour her right then and there. Her attention moved from him to the surface of the dresser. He had cleared off all the normal knickknacks and on one side, an assortment of sex toys lay out, waiting for use. On the other side was a long silver tray filled with what looked like several dozen small pieces of cake, each one different from the next.

Clicking his cheek, Logan shook his head, seeing where her gaze had landed. "No you don't. Not yet, my Pet. You'll get those when you've proved to me you've earned it."

Wetness pooled between Veronica's thighs. Her breath hitched, realizing they were starting and her arms dropped to her side in submission, waiting for his next instruction.

"Take off your clothes and come here. I need to get you ready."

With that, Veronica's brain shut off. Gone were the thoughts of cases and people and every emotional thing she picked up throughout the day. Everything now was out of her hands – Logan was in charge which meant she didn't have to think – all she had to do was listen and enjoy.

"Yes, Master," she whispered, quickly pulling her t-shirt off over her head and dropping it to the floor, followed by her bra. Her hands shook slightly with unabashed excitement as she unbuckled her belt before pushing her pants and underwear down, bending at the waist so her ass stayed high in the air – a move she knew would please him. Shimmying for a second, she slipped out of the last of her clothes, leaving them in the pile as she stepped across the room towards Logan.

Standing now in front of him, naked and prone, she waited quietly for his next move. Opening a thick, red leather collar, he held it up in presentation to her and she lifted her hair obediently as he brought it around her neck, stepping closer to her as he secured the metal buckle just under her earlobe. Dropping her long hair down, her eyes met his and she registered the intensity in his gaze. They knew each other's boundaries from their years together, but he always asked her anyway, just to make sure.

"What is your safe word?"

"Surfboard."

"And what do you want me to do to you tonight?"

This was her chance – her final consent – that he always made her do even though her answer was always the same.

"Anything, Master."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk and he nodded. "Good. Then put your hands on the bed and your ass in the air like a good little Pet. Your Master has something pretty for you to wear tonight."

Veronica bit her lip trying to contain her smile; she knew exactly what it was but the thrill of being teased with it gave her a rush of exhilaration. Turning to face the bed, she placed her palms flat on the bare sheet, grasping the fabric with anticipation. The sound of the lube squirting made her squirm with impatience and when the cold metal of the plug met the delicate flesh of her anus, she gasped. Logan's hand grasped her hip, holding her in place as he slowly pushed the head of the butt plug into her; the sweet pain mixed with the jolting pleasure radiating from every nerve ending in her ass and as it sank deeper inside of her, tiny stars began to dance in front of her eyes. Crying out, she bucked back, taking the shaft deep inside of her as the end pressed firmly against her puckering muscles. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself as Logan caressed her buttocks with his now free hand.

"There. A diamond for your beautiful ass, my Pet."

She knew from seeing it that the plug had a large diamond-like end and Logan teased her the first time they used it that this was the only way he would ever get a diamond anywhere on her body.

"Thank you, Master." Veronica gasped, enjoying the rippling pleasure the plug created.

"Now, lay on your back on the bed, hands above your head."

Nodding, Veronica crawled onto the bed on all fours, positioning herself near the middle of the mattress. The cuffs she used for Logan last week were reconfigured and now were strung through the wrought iron rungs of their bed frame and draped down to almost the middle of the bed. Coming around one side of her, Logan took her hand, placing it in the cuff and tightening it just enough that she couldn't escape. Moving around the bed, he did the same to the other before leaning down to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. Walking back to the dresser, Veronica followed his form, admiring the view of his tight buttocks in his grey boxers as they peeked out from the opening of the apron. Shifting slightly, she exhaled again, giving in to the psychological comfort of her current restrained state.

Logan turned towards her again, silently showing off two sections of soft red rope in his hands along with a pair of surgical scissors as he moved around the room. Even though she never asked, she knew the scissors were for if she ever panicked and called out their safe word – he could cut her loose in no time. But she never did, but he never stopped making sure she knew it was an option.

Dropping the items on the floor at the foot of the bed, he leaned over, grasping her by the hips and pulling her straight to the end of the bed; the restraints above her head sliding with her for a moment before tightening to their fullest length. Bending her knee, Logan tucked her foot back so her heel pressed against her ass, the ball of her foot planted firmly on the mattress. Taking the first rope, he tied it around her ankle before winding it around and around to the top of her knee before beginning to bind her tighter using knots all the way back down the gap of her legs.

Letting out a deep sigh of contentment, Veronica surrendered the last of her will to him, giving in to the ties that now bound her. He nodded at her and she nodded back, their subtle communication that she was just the right amount of uncomfortable in her position before moving on to the other leg.

Veronica closed her eyes, waiting patiently as he worked to secure her - relishing the sweet surrender as each thread wove its way around her skin. She once heard the phrase "dominant in life, submissive in the bedroom" and never really thought it was true until the first time the word "Master" fell easily from her lips; after that, she knew it it was fact. Submitting to Logan was the only time in her life she could ever truly say she felt free .

When he was done, there was no moving – she was trapped with her legs spread open to him, her sex completely prone for him to do whatever he wanted to and with her.

Dropping between her legs, Logan placed his hands on either side of her chest, his body hovering over hers. The cool latex apron fell against the bare, tender labia and she gasped at even this slight contact. Keeping his eyes connected with hers, he smiled down at her.

"Here's what we're going to do...no cake for you until you cum five times, my Pet. Five times. I want to see just how much that sweet pussy of yours can take tonight."

Wriggling as best she could under him, Veronica moaned. The last time they did this a few months back, he set her limit at three orgasms within the hour and she was sure she wasn't going to be able to walk the next day. Le petite mort may become le grand mort tonight.

"Yes!" Veronica gasped, her body already responding to the idea of orgasm number one coming shortly. "Please, Master. Make me cum as many times as you want."

Arching his eyebrow, Logan smirked. "That's what I was hoping you'd say."

Dropping his head, his lips connected with her nipple and she cried out in ecstasy as he sucked it firmly, his tongue catching it inside his mouth. Taking it between his teeth, he continued to tease her with his tongue, flicking the soft flesh quickly while she continued her loud calls of desire. Moving to the other nipple, he did the same and a torrent of wetness rushed from deep inside of her.

Every time he played with her like this, she would immediately remember the first time he made her cum, playing only with her nipples in the back seat of his car. The mix of embarrassment combined with the rush of delight that she was so sensitive he could make her cum just from "second base" still made her blush and when she got home that night, the thought of having sex with him began to make her worry – wondering if he could make her cum only from that stimulation than actual sex would be too much for her to handle. It turned out that she could handle him just fine.

Rising from her, she moaned her displeasure and he chuckled, adjusting his apron over his hardening cock as he walked over to his tools. Picking up a set of nipple clamps, he returned, sitting on the bed next to her.

"A little tit-for-tat for last month," he teased, pinching one erect nipple before clamping the rubber tip around her pink flesh.

A deep moan rose in Veronica's chest and her body began to shake with anticipation as he looped the chain through the ring on her collar before clamping the other side to her waiting nipple - the tension on the chain creating just enough pull to keep the pain pleasurable. Regulating her breathing, Veronica closed her eyes, her clit swelling between her lips, throbbing so hard she was sure she was going to cum just from this stimulation. So when Logan's tongue swept across it once, then twice, she cried out before giving in quickly, her body vibrating as she came for the first time that night; pleasure radiating from every nerve ending in her body as Logan continued to lick her, prolonging her orgasm as long as he could.

As the pulsing subsided, Veronica tried to move away from his tongue but couldn't and a sharp pain radiated through her clit. It was all too much – her sensitivity making his touch almost unbearable. Gasping for breath, Veronica opened her eyes as tiny dots floated in her vision.

"Master...oh God...Master..." The pain and pleasure swirled in her head as Logan shifted down to her labia, his tongue reaching deep inside of her to lap up her cum.

The change in position granted her some relief but still kept her pleasure heightened just enough for her to need for another orgasm to grow. Logan's tongue continued to move across her lips, brushing momentarily across her clit, before sweeping down again, making circles around her moist opening. Arching her back, she pulled against her restraints, her spine stretching and pulling as she tried to move but finding nowhere to go. The blood flowing through her legs pulsed against the rope and she wiggled her hips allowing her knees to fall all the way to the mattress, spreading herself fully for Logan to have access - momentarily grateful she was still as limber as she was when she was on the Pep Squad.

He responded by slipping two fingers deep inside of her and a soft mewl of happiness rose in her throat and she smiled at the ceiling as he slid his digits through her slickness slowly, his tongue shifting back to flicking her clit.

"Yes. Just like that, Master. Please...more..."

Removing his fingers momentarily, he added a third, driving them into her forcefully all the way up to his knuckles and Veronica called out an ecstatic moan as her flesh stretched to accommodate him. Pulling them almost all the way out, he shoved them into her again and again, increasing his speed as high pitched calls of passion rose from her throat at the friction he created and she arched again, shifting her pelvis ever so slightly so his fingers glided over her g-spot. Pausing, he released her for a moment before she felt another finger stretching the delicate skin. The sweet pain as he stretched her fully, reaching deep inside her, mingled with the pleasure of his tongue rapidly licking her clit.

"Cum for me again, my Pet. Cum for your Master one more time."

Returning his lips to her clit, he took the engorged flesh between his teeth, holding it with just enough pressure to send a blissful shock wave through her core and she screamed out, cumming hard around his fingers, the pulsing dragging him deeper inside of her. Closing her eyes, she fought against the urge to pass out, her heart rate spiking as a flush of perspiration sprang from her pores.

Logan retreated and Veronica let out a little grumble of discontent as his flesh released hers. Everything on her was hypersensitive and even the subtle breeze created by his retreat caused the hairs on her body to stand on end. His footsteps moved around the bed to the dresser and she sighed, relaxing again into the restraints.

His finger brushed her lips with something sweet and she opened her eyes, her tongue darting from her mouth to lick the sugary confection from her skin. Offering his fingers to her, she opened her mouth wide and he placed them inside, allowing her to take the smear of cake and icing from him. A rich chocolate ganache with a hint of rum mixed with the soft texture of a vanilla cake, causing her to moan with a different type of satisfaction. She could smell the musky scent of herself on his fingers and she closed her lips around him as he dragged his clean digits from her mouth.

"A little sustenance for you. Wouldn't want you to expire from starvation."

Licking the air, Veronica smiled up at Logan as he towered over her. "More, Master. Please, more."

Taking another scoop of cake in his fingers, he fed her again, and again until the delicious chocolate confection was done and she let out a little huff of annoyance when he shrugged at her, balling up the paper it rested in and tossing it onto the dresser.

"Don't worry, you'll get more later."

Turning away from her, he flashed his ass from under the apron again as he picked up another toy from the dresser. The loud hum as he turned on the Magic Wand made her shiver with anticipation. This was by far her favourite toy in their collection and as much fun as it was to use on him, she absolutely loved when he used it on her.

Taking out the bottle of lube, Logan turned off the wand and poured some of the clear lubricant on the bulbous head, smearing it around as Veronica's eyes widened. The night he shabari-tied the wand to her leg and left it placed against her clit as she came over and over and over again was the first time she ever experienced the excruciating pain mixed with pleasure of cumming too many times, and she found herself hoping he would do it again someday.

Positioning himself between her legs again, Logan slowly lowered the vibrating head to her lips for a split second and her entire body responded, jerking against the sensation. His free hand moved her knees up so her feet were firmly planted on the bed again before pressing the head to her opening again, the vibrator beginning to enter her slowly. Veronica gasped as the head of the wand slipped easily through her wetness to stay firmly planted inside of her. A deep wail of pleasure fell from her as Logan turned the vibrator on, angling the head in just the right way that the vibration caught the shaft of the plug in her ass through the walls of her body.

"God! Oh god oh god oh god..." Veronica called out into the room, her head thrashing back and forth as the pleasure pounded through her.

When Logan's tongue caught her clit again, tears sprang to her eyes as her body shook in response to the stimulation. It was almost too much pleasure for her to take as she reached the peak of orgasm quickly but her body wouldn't let her cum again. Crying out, the noises coming from her mouth mingled with the vibrating throughout the room mixed with the sloppy sound of her wetness. The minutes passed and Logan continued to work her pussy as she begged her body to release her from the sexual limbo she now found herself in. It wasn't until Logan flipped the switch, turning the vibrator to "high" that her keening subsided as she screamed out, her orgasm washing over her body over and over again, seemingly without end.

Her body slumped, her muscles continuing to contract as Logan turned off the vibrator, slowly extracting it from her body before tossing it towards the head of the bed, leaning over her body to kiss her forehead gently, brushing the hair from her sweaty face.

"Are you alright, Bobcat?" Logan whispered and when she opened her eyes, she saw the concern chiselled along his brow.

"I'm fine," Veronica replied with a small gasp, a soft grin of contentment spreading across her lips. "Keep going."

With another small kiss on the lips, he retreated back to the dresser and she closed her eyes. Three down, two more to go; she thought. But he had already used the toy that was usually the grand finale of their nights. What could he have planned now?

A pulsating hum made her open her eyes again, turning towards him. Logan had removed his apron and was standing naked near her side, a smooth pink toy pressed against his palm. A small round tube-like protrusion was plastered to his hand and when he moved it, the suction from it made a popping sound.

"New toy – the Sona – it's a clitoral stimulator designed to suck and vibrate at the same time."

Veronica's clit ached at the description. Just when she thought she couldn't take much more, Logan had found a way to keep her body at peak interest and she was back at full attention. As he wandered back to the foot of the bed, Veronica couldn't keep her eyes off the pink toy as he continued to press it against his hand and remove it with the same popping noise each time.

"Two more times, my Pet – that's all you need to get your reward."

"Yes! Yes Master. I'm ready, please." Veronica could hardly contain her excitement and she wriggled as much as she could under restraint.

"Good. Then let's begin." Spreading her outer lips, Logan pressed the vibrator to her clit and it clamped around her sensitive skin, stimulating it in a way she had never felt before.

The toy sucked her clit hard into its shaft as it vibrated around her and Veronica closed her eyes, calling out into the air as her arousal peaked quickly. Logan's tongue lapped at her wetness and she cried out again, trapped between wishing for an orgasm and never wanting the waves of pleasure spreading through her to ever end.

"Oh Master...Master..." Veronica mewled over and over as her body shook with ecstasy.

Time seemingly stopped as her mind focused on the gratification flowing through her, her body sending shots of endorphins through her in ripples. Finally, her luxurious pleasure began to swell as her whimpers became small and shallow, mixed with urgent pleas. With a sharp cry of relief, her orgasm pulsed through her muscles, contracting and releasing as it filled every molecule in her body.

As her vagina contracted, she felt Logan thrust into her and her muscles caught him as he slid through her, hitting her g-spot as he continued to hold the vibrator around her clit. Bracing himself above her with one arm he continued to thrust into her, hard and urgent against her and she opened her eyes to connect with hers as her orgasm continued.

"Keep going. Keep cumming," he ordered and she gave in, releasing everything to him as he rocked back and forth inside of her.

This was a next-level-orgasam, the likes of which she had never experienced and she cried out as a second wave of ecstasy consumed her, her uterus contracting and releasing in an aching pleasure that radiated through her core. She was focused on her own body she almost didn't notice Logan as he let out a string of profanities as he came with deep erratic thrusts penetrating deep inside of her. Tangled together, was as if the entire world froze for a split second as she held Logan's gaze, seemingly fused in this moment. With a final shuddering breath, her soul dropped back into her body. Logan pulled away from her limp form, standing on shaking legs and dropping the toy on the floor. As her chest heaved, he knelt, picking up the scissors to begin cutting the ropes that held her down. The relief of being freed so quickly was almost as good as the orgasm itself; closing her eyes, she released herself to him, her muscles giving no resistance as he stretched each leg out onto the bed, rubbing them briefly to make sure the circulation was returning.

"Just a second..." Shifting up on the bed, his voice was soft near her face as he leaned in near her, uncuffing one hand and then the other.

With a sigh, she moved her shoulders to loosen them before sliding her arms along the sheet to rest near her head. Logan's warm breath passed across her nipple and he caught the delicate skin in his mouth as he released the clamp, his saliva dulling the sting. Another sigh of contentment eased from her lips as he moved to the other nipple, the final sensations of pain and pleasure washing over her. The sound of the chain threading back through the ring in her collar made Veronica open her eyes to see Logan's glowing face smiling down just above hers.

Shuffling around, he moved the restraints out of the way, pulling the pillows off the ground and arranging them like a throne at the head of the bed. Bending down towards her, he scooped her limp body up into his arms, kissing her forehead before placing her against the pillows, sliding one under her bent knees to keep her upright and tossing their duvet cover from the floor over her body. Raising her hands over the blanket, she smiled as he leaned in to tuck the covers around her glistening body.

"Don't want you to catch a chill," he teased. "You're all sweaty."

"Always so considerate," Veronica giggled, brushing his cheek with her palm.

With a quick wink, Logan turned towards the dresser, stopping for a moment to bend and pull on his boxers before standing straight, picking up the large platter in presentation to her. Veronica's eyes went wide at the sight of all the confections and she clapped her hands giddily. Placing the dish on the bed next to her, Logan kissed the top of her head as Veronica's attention stayed fixed on her prize.

"I also have champagne on ice downstairs, to wash all this down with."

"So much to choose from..." Plucking a chocolate-covered espresso bean off the top of one square of cake, she popped it in her mouth. "Where oh where to start?"

"Wherever your heart desires, Bobcat." Logan chuckled as he sat next to her on the bed, his arm coming around her shoulders as he kissed her cheek. "These are all for you. Happy Cake & Cunnilingus Day."

Choosing a decadent-looking chocolate torte square, Veronica snuggled down into Logan's arms, her mind now filled with thoughts of filling her belly with sweet, sweet cakes. Taking a bite, Veronica let out a little sigh of contentment as the heavenly taste filled her mouth. Multiple orgasms and cake – there really was no better holiday to celebrate during the year.