Awakening 54

I moan softly in my sleep as I dream. My eyelids flutter as my dream becomes more realistic, a tingling between my legs making me move slightly as I moan. My head moves from side to side as the tingling between my legs intensifies. My moans become louder and my heart races as I start to rouse from my sleep, the sensations rolling over my body dragging me to consciousness. I feel the sleep fade from me and realise that the tingling on my clit isn't fading away with my dream but instead is becoming more insistent. My head moves faster from side to side and my body starts to tense, almost as in orgasm.

Then, suddenly, incredibly, I am torn from my sleep by an orgasm that wracks my entire body.

I feel the waves of the orgasm course over my body even as I am still half asleep. My nipples are swollen, long and hard, while my cunt is gushing. My juices soak my inner thighs and the sheets on which I lie. My toes curl and my head rolls from side to side. Involuntarily, I try to draw my legs up, but I can't... something is stopping me. Something is holding my legs locked into place.

My eyes snap open at this realisation even as my body continues to spasm and shudder in orgasm. As my body shudders with my pussy spasming and flowing, I smile to see his face watching me. My orgasm subsiding, I smile into his eyes, loving how he chose to wake me. I flex one ankle slightly and look down to discover that he buckled ankle restraints onto my ankles while I slept, the soft leather so supple and the faux fur lining soft against my skin. Rope looped through the D rings stretching to the bottom corners of the bed, taut as it holds my legs in place. I smile at him and see how dark his eyes are with desire, how his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

He smiles slowly at me and I open my mouth to speak but am silenced by the tingling between my legs starting again. I look down in puzzlement and see his hand holding a small toy against my clit, the small round flat pad humming and tingling against my tender, aroused clit bringing me back to the edge of orgasm almost instantaneously. I jump as the vibrations tease my engorged bud and feel his hand withdraw the vibrator.

His hand reaches up to stroke my hair from my face and he tells me that I am his good girl, his good obedient girl. His thumb rubs over my lips and I kiss his thumb over and again as he caresses me. He tells me not to move and that he is going to give me his pain. I smile up into his face and thank him for the orgasm. I long to touch his face but know not to move until I am given permission. He smiles once more and tells me that I am not to move an inch unless he orders it. I nod mutely at his words and smile as I feel my heart race and my wet pussy clench at the thought of what may be about to come.

I feel his hands loosen the rope holding each ankle cuff in place as he tells me to get on my hands and knees and silently, instantly, I obey and scramble onto my hands and knees on the bed. I feel his hands slide between my legs and adjust my stance, then I hear the clink of metal as he attaches the D-rings on the ankle restraints to the ends of a spreader bar holding my legs in place.

My breath starts to become ragged as the excitement courses through me. I gasp as, without warning, his hand crashes down onto my raised ass cheeks, sending a sting of heat through me and making my elbows buckle. He strokes my ass where he spanked me and tells me I need to do better than that, that my elbows need to hold firm. I nod my head furiously, straightening my elbows and concentrating my mind on staying completely still to please him.

I feel him move from behind me, rising from the bed and standing beside me. I take a deep breath as I wait and then feel something cool stroking my ass. I sigh contentedly, enjoying the sensation of the cool leather on my skin and wait for his pleasure. He speaks once more, telling me that I am his good girl, his good slut, and that he is going to make sure I never forget that. I start to nod, but am halted as I hear the sound of something moving at speed through the air. I hiss out a breath as a paddle makes contact with my right ass cheek, and then whisper "One, Master. Thank you."

I feel one of his fingers slowly trail over the slowly rising welt as I feel my nipples become harder and longer and my cunt grows wetter with need. I breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation of the heat and sting from the paddle flow through me. The paddle is laid flat on my ass as he lines it up for another blow which cracks hard onto my left ass cheek. This time the blow is more savage, harder, biting deeply into my flesh. "Two Master. Thank you." My words croaked as I try to maintain control of myself as his pain consumes me.

My breathing is becoming faster as I become more and more aroused. I feel his finger trace the outline of the welt. He shows me the paddle, with a cut-out spelling out a word - S L U T. He speaks to me once more "Oh yes... you are indeed my slut" and I nod quickly. His finger traces the letters once more then withdraws seconds before the paddle slashes down onto my ass cheeks over and over and over again; each time I choke out my thanks and each blow is counted. The paddle not falling not in any set rhythm, but at his pleasure.

Twelve strokes. Twelve welts rising on my skin labelling me as his slut. Labelling me as what I am. What I live to be. His slut.

Tears are flowing down my cheeks now as my juices are flowing from my cunt. My nipples and clit are both swollen and tender; I want to beg and scream for more. More of his precious pain. More of his love.

I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. His fingers, gentle on my skin and his palms cause my already heated flesh to heat even more. I long to thrust against his touch but don't. My elbows are shaking and I fight to keep them locked. My eyes are closed as I pant for breath.

He pushes me down, my face pressed down and my forearms flat on the sheet. My nipples brush the soft fabric and I groan with desire and need. I hear him chuckle to himself as he sees my reactions to his touch. He runs a finger down my spine, sending tingles through every part of me, goose bumps covering my skin.

His hands move to caress my inner thighs, making me shudder and moan, making my cunt flow with need as his fingers move ever closer to my opening. Then he reaches beneath me, pulling on each nipple in turn before grasping my hand, pulling it down and putting the vibrator into my hand, telling me to put it on my clit and not to move it until ordered.

Gasping for breath, I comply, my hand trembling as I hold the humming pad to my tender clit. My eyes close tightly as I concentrate on obeying. He stands for a few moments watching me, enjoying my obvious need, before moving to the end of the bed, behind me.

My body is shaking as I fight to maintain my position and to control my need for orgasm, knowing that without permission I cannot come. For long seconds I manage, the pad vibrating on my tortured clit. I take a deep breath, controlling my need to come and then feel his breath on my opening for the briefest of seconds before his tongue plunges deep into my wet hole.

And as his tongue slides into me I know I cannot control my orgasm much longer. I beg for permission to come and am rewarded with a long, slow lick of his tongue up my soaking slit before he pulls his head away long enough to bark, "Come now slut!" before slamming his tongue deep into me once more, just as my pussy muscles contract in a spasm of orgasm.

Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me as his tongue delved deep into me. He licked and sucked on my juices as my body shook and trembled. Then as I started to calm, I felt him take the vibrator from my hand and remove the spreader bar before gathering me into his arms and pulling the comforter over us. He whispered into my ear how precious I am to him, how happy he is that I am his slut.