The scene is set with us snuggling together on the sofa watching a movie. At least that's how I recall it. I'll see if I can't recant the details with as much accuracy as possible, but I won't promise that the true content won't be revealed. That's what you get when you recall a night with a sadistic Master, the hard-cold truth that your ass is more than grass. On that note...I shall begin.
My limbs felt the heavy call to rest and curled around his waist with a deep snuggling motion that situated me even closer to him. I nestled into his chest and took that first deep breath that infiltrated my senses and filled my nose with the familiar scent of my Master. I adore him more than I could ever express.... ok, ok back to my story.
My cheek brushed across the fabric of his shirt in the act of getting even more comfortable. However, the movie is one he picked out, and although he has impeccable taste, this particular movie was a snoozer, literally. The first yawn was stifled and held back despite the slight watering of my eyes. The second snuck out with the groaning sound of one fighting the urge to just cuddle in and close their eyes. It was nothing but a losing battle.
The next minute my breathing had set into the ease of one falling asleep, and my eyes closed with long lashes curled up to rest on my cheeks. The movie continued to droll on with the effect of the best tranquilizer or sleeping pill ever prescribed. Before I realized it, I was completely encompassed by his arms. I felt sheltered and protected despite being in the arms of a sadist.
That was my first mistake. Yeah, I'm smirking right now thinking back on it. I couldn't seem to help myself. I knew better but I guess you could say I didn't care. When you give your heart, you give everything else by default. That is if you have truly given your heart in the first place.
So, there I was, warm and cuddly, sweet and sleepy, and at the hands of my Master. My fate was sealed that very moment. The movie droned on until the sounds faded into my sleep and conducted a submissive symphony that pulled at his sadistic cravings.
So sweet and innocent, rather helpless now that the brat has been drained from the waking torment she inflicts upon her Master. He couldn't help but look at me and picture what he could do. Each situation seemed to grow more macabre than the last.
His hands were firm but gentle as he eased me from his chest and lay me down upon the couch cushions. With the flick of his blade I was undressed and stripped within the next second.
It never hurts that his knife is sharp enough to split a hair, which of course explains why I insist he takes me shopping so often. My clothes were cut to shreds in the process of rendering me nude. Oh, and later.... that's right.... shopping!
I could almost hear him telling me to move for him, to obey even in slumber. I wasn't positive if I heard him in my sleep or otherwise so I moved just to be on the safe side.
Yeah that was an oxy moron of sorts. But of course, he whispered close enough to my ear to illicit a groan of protest despite my movements. To say I've heard these kinds of things often would be remiss. I've heard them so much that they seem like second nature and it doesn't rouse me one bit.
When his hands guide me to move, my body complies. Even during the restraints of sleep my body moved in his hands as if I were nothing but putty. The need although silent was apparent in every part of me.
