I groan in frustration, my mind still foggy with sleep. I arch my back and unwillingly open my eyes. My nipples are hard, my pussy flooded. It always happens like this. I wake up just before I reach orgasm. I wonder if a person can cum in their sleep? My bare legs get entangled in the sheets as I sit up and try to get out of bed. I glance at you; you're still fast asleep. I debate whether to awaken you, and then decide against it. You had a late night and are probably too tired. It's 3.15 am. I quietly tiptoe to the bathroom and shut the door. I leave the light off in case I get caught. I sit myself down on the edge of the bathtub. My hand reaches down and runs over my clit before inserting two fingers up my dripping cunt. I stifle a groan. I am not allowed to cum without your permission but for once I can't help it. I need it so badly. I begin to slowly fuck myself with my two fingers, the other hand gently rubbing my clit. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling - and on keeping silent. I bring myself to the brink fairly quickly and then stop rubbing my clit. My fingers move ever so slowly inside me. I want to prolong it. I can feel my cunt walls begin to contract as my breathing deepens. And then I cum, hard, against my fingers. I sit there for a moment, regaining my breathe. I get up, still very wobbly, and wash away the traces of me from my fingers. I splash some of the cool water on my face, take a deep breathe and slowly open the door, half expecting you to be waiting outside. You're not. I let out a sigh of relief and get back into bed. Finally I can sleep peacefully.
I am just drifting off, tired from my orgasm when I feel your hard cock pressed against my back as you whisper in my ear.
"Get up, slut."
My eyes open as your hands reach out and pinch my nipples, hard. I silently wish you had woken up a few minutes earlier. A wave of guilt washes over me as I push your hand away. I really am not in the mood. You shrug and turn around.
I close my eyes and fall asleep, trying not to let the guilt get to me.
My eyes fly open. I try to get up then realize what woke me up. My wrists and ankles are spread and bound to the bed, by what, I cannot see. The illuminated dial of the clock says it's a little past 4 am. I can make out a form by the window.
"Baby?" I call softly
You turn around and walk up to me. "You've been a bad girl. You think I wouldn't find out?"
I say nothing, a shiver of anticipation running up my spine.
I feel you release my legs from whatever they were bound with. You straddle my face and shove your cock into my mouth. I begin to choke and splutter. My master has fucked my mouth before. But never this roughly. You completely ignore my spluttering and continue fucking. I try to close my mouth and only then do you pull out. I gasp for breathe, greedily sucking in air. You lower your face to mine.
"Keep your mouth and throat open, whore."
I am still too out of breathe to respond. You get up, and again your hard cock is forced into my mouth. I can feel the head of it at the back of my throat. I struggle not to gag. After a few minutes of this, you decide you're done with my mouth. Again, I gasp as you remove yourself, filling my starving lungs.
You untie my wrists from the bed, leaving the rope in place. You roughly pull me to my feet and drag me out of the room. I struggle to keep up, almost running, behind you. You open the front door. I would complain but I am still too breathless. You push me out into the porch and tie my wrists to a vertical piece of railing.
"Wait here." You instruct with a grin. Like I could go anywhere.
A minute later you return, with clothes on, down to shoes and a belt. My eyes widen in surprise. For the first time I truly feel like a slave, standing out here in the chilly morning air completely nude, while my master is fully clothed.
"You understand this is punishment, slave?"
I nod my head.
