Greetings once again, my sensual sensation seekers. The Marquis of Mayfair is here to indulge your voyeuristic voracity by continuing my sumptuous seasonal story. Ah yes, we last left our dear Alexander and Elara in their lovers' embrace, basking in the aftermath of the newfound pleasure my luxurious gift delivered, both blissfully unaware of what truly lies ahead. You see, the first kink of Christmas was but a gentle awakening—a mere prelude to what’s to come.

But I must warn you, dear readers, this next chapter in our tale may switch in ways neither of our lovers expects. Power, after all, like fortune has a habit of shifting when one least anticipates it. So, settle in, as I continue this tantalising tale, for even the finest chain can conceal an unexpected kink...

Elara’s eyes blinked open as she slowly awoke, feeling as though she had slept for a thousand years. She was so well-rested. As she turned to reach for Alexander for their usual morning hug, the scenes from the previous night’s events flooded her mind. A sudden, profound feeling unsettled her, and she hesitated, refraining from waking him.

What was this feeling, and why couldn’t she hug Alex as she always did? She gently slid out of bed and crept out of the bedroom, wearing only an oversized T-shirt and her cosy over-the-knee socks. The winter chill caught her breath as she silently descended the staircase to the kitchen below.

She selected Latte from the coffee machine, which began to grind and whir into action. She cut a thick slice of sourdough and popped it into the toaster. Taking the honey from the pantry, she grabbed a small silver teaspoon, opened the jar, and twirled the honey around the spoon, bringing it slowly to her lips like a lollipop. The sweet taste and the rich aroma of freshly ground beans briefly distracted her from the inner turmoil she was feeling.

The encounter with the collar in the bath had undoubtedly been the most intense sexual experience of her life. She couldn’t believe how Alex’s words, spoken with such power and authority, had penetrated her as deeply as his thrusts. Despite some fleeting thoughts about whether what they were doing was wrong, there was nothing that truly troubled her. Alex had been perfectly clear—they could stop at any time, and she never felt threatened. In fact, she had never been so aroused, and she certainly couldn’t remember ever cumming as hard as she had last night.

So why was she so unsettled? What was this strange feeling of disempowerment, and why couldn’t she bring herself to touch Alex?

The toaster popped, but she suddenly craved a cigarette not food. There was a packet in the kitchen island drawer. She didn’t smoke often, only indulging when her best friend, Faye, came over for a bottle of wine and a gossip, always careful not to inhale at all.

She grabbed the lighter and a slim cigarette, heading towards the garden door. Even in her current state, she couldn’t tolerate smoking indoors. Reaching up to the wooden hook to grab the back door key, she paused, perplexed. The key wasn’t there. It was always there, with its large Tiffany-shaped novelty diamond keyring that lit up and sparkled when lifted—a playful reminder from her to Alex that he hadn’t proposed yet. But now it was gone and in its place, something even more peculiar—a long golden dog lead was hanging where it should be.

She had seen it before, but where? Grabbing the leather handle, she felt the softness of the fine leather and instantly recalled where she’d seen it—yesterday, in that chest from the Marquis de Mayfair.

Inspecting it more closely, she noticed a golden clasp at the bottom. But why was it here? Her mind drifted back to the golden O-ring on the collar Alex had placed around her neck the night before. Ah, the collar comes with a leash, she thought. In that moment, a lightning bolt of clarity struck, discharging her unsettled emotions. She knew exactly how to resolve her unease. A sly smile crept across her face—finally, she had a reason to unpack those sexy Louboutins she never thought she’d wear.

Alexander stirred from his deep sleep, stretching his body like a starfish across the Egyptian cotton sheets, letting out a lion-like yawn. He reached for Elara, but she wasn’t there. Surprised, he sat up, only to be jolted by a sudden restriction around his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a strict female voice demanded.

Alex turned his head, and the sight before him was both unexpected and spectacular.

Elara stood tall beside the bed, her dark brown hair swept up into a sleek bun, accentuating the curve of her neck. Her lips were painted in a bold, seductive red—the shade Alexander loved. She wore a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the delicate black lace of her push-up bra, which made her breasts look fuller, almost spilling out in a way that demanded attention. Her pinstripe skirt was hitched slightly, allowing Alexander a tantalising glimpse of her black stocking tops. And there they were—those unseen 6-inch black Louboutin heels, the ones Faye had convinced her to buy after one too many glasses of champagne at Selfridges last Christmas.

“Well, don’t just lie there with your jaw hanging open,” she said, tugging the leash firmly in her hand.

Once again, Alexander felt the pull on his neck. Somehow, without waking him, Elara had fastened the collar from the night before around his neck. His hands instinctively rose to confirm it, fingers brushing against the cool golden chain. It dangled from his throat, the small links leading up, directly into Elara’s firm grasp.

“You look insatiable,” Alex said, partly hoping the compliment would snap Elara out of this bold new persona she had adopted, and partly because she truly did look like a sexual predator ready to devour him.

“I fucking know I do!” Elara replied, her tone dripping with uncharacteristic arrogance. Despite her successful career as head buyer for a luxury goods retailer, she had always been modest and unassuming, never one to use crude or profane language.

Alex was speechless, completely taken aback by this side of her he’d never seen before. But even in his shock, he could feel his body reacting, his arousal already building in response to the charged energy between them.

“Now, come with me. I have a job for you,” Elara commanded, giving the lead another firm tug.

“Stop pulling so hard,” Alex said with a laugh, still uncertain if he was truly enjoying this new, assertive side of Elara. Yet the sight of her, so intentionally dressed and in control, was enough to encourage him to play along.

“Out of that bed and on your knees,” she ordered, her voice sharp.

“I’m not crawling on my knees—I’m not wearing any clothes! Remember? My pyjamas got soaked,” Alexander chuckled, dismissing her command with a playful grin.

“You will get out of that bed and follow your goddess on your knees,” Elara demanded.

“Goddess?” Alex repeated, his tone filled with bemusement.

Elara was fully committed to her new dominant persona. She didn’t waver for a second. During the twenty minutes it took her to get ready, waves of sexual confidence surged through her as she watched her transformation in the mirror—from the unsettled, tired Elara in nightclothes to a smouldering temptress. The bra, the lipstick, the shoes, and the golden leash—all of it created layer upon layer of self-assurance and sexual dominance.

“You will address me as Goddess, and you will get on your fucking hands and knees and follow me downstairs,” she commanded.

Alex, overwhelmed by her powerful performance, felt compelled to obey. Without a word, he climbed out of bed and onto his hands and knees.

Elara led him forward, the leash binding him to her, and as he crawled, Alex couldn’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Elara’s long, silk-clad legs moved gracefully, her backside perfectly round and pert, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. The red soles of her heels, framing the pointed stilettos, seemed to mirror the flames of passion burning inside him—an intoxicating mix of arousal and humiliation. She truly looked like a goddess, and he was ready to worship her.

He half-expected her to stop when they reached the stairs, but Elara, without hesitation, simply lifted the chain over her shoulder and began descending smoothly, not offering a single word of warning. She expected him to follow as commanded. Despite the challenge, Alex managed to crawl down after her, feeling as unsteady as a partially trained puppy.

Elara strode into the kitchen, her heels creating a metallic click as they struck the Indian stone floor. The sound reverberated in Alex’s head like a metronome, each tap of her heel a conductor’s cue, orchestrating his arousal with every downward beat.

Elara approached the breakfast bar on the far side of the large kitchen island. She pushed two stools apart, then turned and leaned back against the island, the stools standing on either side of her like pillars.

“I have a job for you,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “Come closer.” She leaned down, unclipping the leash from his collar as she gazed directly into his large brown eyes. “Get the sugar bowl and cut me a lemon in half,” she instructed. To her surprise, he didn’t utter a word, immediately complying with her wishes.

When he returned with the items, she took them from him and clipped the leash back onto the collar. “Get back down and kneel upright,” she commanded.

Elara unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The black lines of her suspenders came into view, and Alexander’s gaze locked onto the intensely erotic sight right before his eyes. She wasn’t wearing panties, her smooth, waxed pelvis perfectly framed by the suspenders. His pupils dilated, and a wave of complete surrender washed over him, as though her power had drained all his strength. She was Delilah, and he, her Samson.

Elara hoisted herself up onto the granite island worktop, crossing her legs, deliberately concealing the mesmerising sight from Alex’s view.

Taking the sugar bowl, she sprinkled the white crystals over her leg, the grains clinging to the silk of her stocking tops, cascading down her calf and onto her black shoe. Her leg looked as though she had been in a fresh snow storm.

“Now, be a good boy and clean the sugar off my leg,” she commanded.

Alex looked perplexed, and attempted to blow it off.

“Not by blowing, silly boy. With your tongue,” she teased. “And if you do it well, I might let you lick all the way to the top… for a surprise.”

Alex smirked, a devious grin spreading across his face. He liked this game. Starting at the very tip of her black leather shoe, he began to slowly, sensually lick the sugar off. Almost immediately, he became engrossed in the act, carefully holding her foot as he moved his head around, ensuring he licked every angle of her shoe.

Once the shoe was clean, he felt the chain around his neck tighten, pulling him upward. Obediently, he began to rise, kissing, sucking, and licking the sugar from Elara’s silky stockings. The sensation of the silk against his tongue was strangely comforting, and the sweetness of the sugar heightened his arousal. His erection became fully apparent and a warm clear liquid started to collect at the tip.

She kept the chain taut as he worked his way up to the top of her stockings, his tongue gliding from the silk to the bare warmth of her thigh.

“Well done, good boy,” she purred, pushing his head back so he sat upright on his knees, as if in prayer.

Confidently and with a smooth movement, Elara uncrossed her legs and rested each foot on the stools beside her, fully opening herself and revealing her bare pussy directly to Alex. This reveal blew his mind, he couldn’t recall a time she had ever presented herself to him this way. His cock throbbed painfully due to how hard it had become.

“I said I had a surprise for you, didn’t I?” she teased.

“Yes,” he replied eagerly, his voice tight with anticipation.

“Yesterday, you were mean to me and said I had to cum before the bathwater emptied. Well, you're not the only one who can create bittersweet moments. Do you want to lick my pussy?” she asked, her tone both teasing and commanding.

“Oh god, yes,” Alex pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

“OK, so you’ve had the sweet—now here’s the bitter.” She picked up the freshly cut lemon and squeezed it over her pelvis, the sharp juice running down her pussy. She squeezed as hard as she could, then repeated the action with the other half, until her skin was dripping with the tart liquid.

“If you want it so badly, then lick it all up—but don’t lick inside,” she instructed, tugging on his leash to bring his face closer, thrusting her pelvis forward to ensure his mouth made full contact with her skin.

“Now lick!”

Alex began to lick, his face contorting slightly at the bitter taste, especially after the sweetness of the sugar he had just consumed. Regardless, driven by the intense throbbing in his cock and how turned on he was, he lapped up the lemon juice as eagerly as a dog drinking water after a walk in the sun.

Elara giggled at the sensation—it almost tickled—but every so often, he would lick her in a way that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body, like the first spray of water from a showerhead.

This sparked an idea. When he finished, she turned on the island, picking up the honey, spoon, and cigarette from earlier. Leading Alex on his knees she proceeded to the lounge, he never took his eyes off her bare backside.

The lounge exuded refined luxury and festive warmth, perfectly in keeping with the Georgian grandeur of their Mayfair home. The centrepiece, a large marble fireplace, was adorned with a tasteful garland of pine and gold accents. Two velvet couches, in rich burgundy, faced each other across a sleek, low coffee table, with cashmere throws draped over each arm. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, shimmering with soft lights and elegant decorations. As they moved toward the fireplace, Elara bent to strike a match, lighting the kindling beneath the logs. The fire sprang to life as she reclined on the velvet couch, the Christmas tree twinkling behind Alexander's kneeling head, now positioned between her open legs.

She took one of the expensive Hermès cushions, which she had bought with her first annual bonus and she was so proud of it, she carefully placed it under her backside to lift herself up. To Alex’s astonishment, Elara then lit her cigarette and leaned further back into the couch, pushing her bare vagina toward Alex’s face. She reclined her head, took a deep drag from the cigarette, and exhaled upward, like one of Mayfair's iconic chimney pots.

“Now, take the honey and spoon, and drip the honey over your goddess's divine temple, while she relaxes.”

Alex took the jar of honey, unscrewed the lid, and dipped the small teaspoon into the thick, sticky liquid. Lifting the spoon, he let the honey slowly drip across her pelvis, down her labia, and onto each of her inner thighs, being careful not to get any on her stockings or the precious cushion.

She tightened the leash around his neck, pulling his head closer to her glistening pussy. “Now, I want you to lick up all the honey along with my nectar,” she commanded.

Alex got to work, starting with small licks along her inner thighs. Elara lay back, took a drag from her cigarette, and relaxed into the wonderful sensation.

The honey tasted even sweeter coming off Elara’s soft skin. Alex was careful to avoid her pussy at first, focusing on her thighs, listening to her moans as he lapped at her skin. He rolled his tongue up to the top of her pubic bone, then lowered his head, burying himself between her thighs. His tongue reached down below her pussy, where honey had run between her cheeks. He pushed lower and licked in circular movements reaching for her forbidden hole, then he slowly came up moving his tongue to the left side of her vagina, giving a long, purposeful lick from the crease of her backside, straight up the line of her leg, all the way to her belly button.

Elara moaned in pleasure, the sensation of Alex's wet tongue and the sticky honey being licked from her skin was amazing. Tossing the half-smoked cigarette into the crackling fire, she lay back, surrendering to sensation.

Alex removed his mouth from her and repositioned himself closer to the cushion on her right side. Once again, he stretched his tongue out as far as it would go, and with one long, deliberate lick, he rose on his knees, dragging his tongue from her bottom up the side of her vagina and back to her belly button. Elara moaned again, her body responding to the sweet torture.

Alex again dipped the spoon into the honey and this time let it dribble directly onto the centre of her opening. The honey flowed over the top of her clitoral hood, then meandered down each side of her clitoris, rejoining below like the braided channels of a river. It ran between her inner labia, pooling at the base of her perfect pussy before trickling down into the shadows beneath.

He stared for a moment, taking in the sight of her covered in the translucent sheen of yellow honey. Opening his mouth wide, he enveloped the top half of her vagina, gently sucking until her skin began to rise into his mouth filling the vacuum. In the darkness of this space, he carefully flicked his tongue brushing the very tip of her clitoral hood.

Elara responded instantly, a low, humming sound of deep pleasure escaping from her throat. Alex released the suction, then proceeded to lick the honey from the swelling outer walls of her vagina. Then parting her lips with his pointed tongue, he licked the inner walls clean of honey. Only when the honey on the outer labia was gone did he move lower, pressing his tongue inside her, lifting and scooping the remaining honey as he traced his way up to her clit, he swallowed, then began to slowly suck on it.

For five or six minutes, he continuously stimulated her clit, causing Elara to moan and thrust her hips in a rhythmic, thrusting motion.

For a final time, he poured a spoonful of honey over her entire pussy. This time, burning with passion, he couldn’t resist any longer. He dived straight in, licking fast and ferociously. Putting the jar down, he grabbed her waist and rapidly, noisily, went to work, licking up every drop as if he were a starving man finding food after days of hunger. Elara laughed, the frenzied licking tickling her at first, but soon the overwhelming intensity took over.

“Stop,” she cried out. “Stop, it’s too much!”

Alex smiled and pulled back as Elara sank back into the comfort of the couch. “I’ll go gentle,” he promised. Moving his head back to her, he brought his lips together and blew gently onto her clit, like blowing out a match. Elara moaned in pleasure, and he blew softly, left and right, letting the cooling air dance over her clitoral hood. Elara exhaled in delight, her body completely taking over her mind.

Noticing her response to the change in temperature, Alex took the silver spoon and placed the back of it against Elara's clit. Again, she moaned with enjoyment. Applying gentle pressure, Alex began to rub the cool spoon in slow, circular motions around her clitoris. The contrast of the cold metal against her warm, sensitive skin was a perfect complement to all the recent oral stimulation. As he realised she was becoming further aroused, Alex dipped two fingers into the honey jar, then carefully pushed his golden-coated fingers inside her. She was warm and wet, but the tight muscles of her vagina resisted for a moment before allowing him entry. She groaned in delight as his fingers slid inside.

He bent both fingers back towards him at the mid-knuckles, applying pressure to her G-spot while synchronising his finger movements with the rhythm of the circling spoon. He could tell immediately that if he maintained this motion and pressure, it wouldn’t be long before Elara would climax.

Round and round the spoon went, gently compressing her clit, while his fingers stroked her inner wall in unison, the honey providing slick lubrication for his persistence. Her breathing became more intense, so he stopped rubbing the spoon and instead began to gently tap her clit with the back of it. These taps seemed to excite her even more. Elara dropped the leather leash handle and gripped the sofa tightly. 

He slowly increased the pressure of the spoon’s taps on her clit as his fingers elongated, the beckoning motion pushing further against her inner wall.

“Yes, yes!” Elara cried. “I’m going to cum,” she gasped. Alex maintained the same rhythm but intensified the taps of the spoon until Elara’s body shook. As she exhaled, his fingers were trapped inside her as her entire body twisted with an incredible orgasm. She convulsed for over ten seconds, kicking and twisting, crying out, “Oh my god, oh my god!”

Alex gently withdrew his fingers and unhooked the leash from his collar. As Elara lay there in front of him, her eyes shut and her expression one of exhausted relief, he stood up, grabbed his hard cock, and slowly but firmly pushed it inside her.

Elara turned to look at him. “You are so fucking hot,” he said as he lowered his chest to hers, kissing her passionately on the lips. She buried her tongue into his, and Alex wasted no time building up a rhythm. His cock, so hard, initially met with resistance, but after two thrusts, she was ready to take him fully.

Their hips rocked together in a frenzied dance, her fading orgasm already crying out for another. The warm sensation of her honey-lined pussy massaged his cock with an intensity that Alex knew he couldn’t resist for long.

In less than a minute, Elara came again, her body writhing with contractions as Alex continued to pump into her. The grip of her tightening vagina was so intense that it pushed Alex over the edge, and he released himself inside her, both of them crying out in a symphony of groans.

They collapsed onto each other, Alex eventually sliding off her body and back down onto his knees. Glancing down, he noticed that he had knocked the honey jar over, spilling it onto the wooden floor. But seeing the spoon gave him a playful idea.

He took the small spoon and carefully inserted it into Elara's vagina, delicately scooping around in the concealed darkness. When he removed the teaspoon, it was coated with a mixture of white semen and sticky clear liquid—it was hard to tell whether it was honey or her own juices, but he suspected it was a blend of both.

“Surely, if I had to taste the bitter and sweet, then you should enjoy the sweet and salty, goddess,” he teased, lifting the spoon to her panting mouth.

Expecting her to shake her head in disgust, Alex was surprised when Elara didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and, with complete confidence, swallowed the contents of the spoon entirely.

“Delicious,” she said, licking her lips. Alex was in awe of this new goddess before him and he pulled her close, giving her the morning hug he had missed.

“A hug in the morning, a hug in the evening, and everything in the middle is easy,” they said in unison, laughing and holding each other tightly.

Elara’s gaze shifted beyond Alex to something on the Christmas tree that caught her eye. There, hanging just above the mysterious case, was a flashing bauble. Upon closer inspection, she realised it was the missing backdoor key, its diamond sparkling above the chest like the Star of Bethlehem—except this star was heralding a very different type of saviour.