I fall asleep in your arms, a little sore still from the caning. After a while I wake up, listening to your breathing, your eyes are still closed, so I take the opportunity and explore. The sheet is laying low on your hips, your chest is moving in deep rhythm with your breath, I glide my hand over your nipples, feel them pebble beneath my touch. I lift myself up and swipe my tongue over one than the other, I move lower taking the sheet with me and just when I reach the object of my desire, a hand snakes out and grabs my wrist.
Startled I look up; your eyes are open now, giving me a scolding look. I swallow hard, knowing that I did something I wasn't supposed to. You shake your head and say, "Are you allowed to touch me without asking, slave?"
I whisper, "no, Master," realizing I upset you.
You stand up, still holding my wrist and you pull me up until I stand in front of you. "On your knees, slave, and don't look at me until I tell you."
Tears fill my eyes, I don't like when you're angry with me, so I kneel; head bowed and wait. What I can't see is that you're smiling softly as you walk away from me. I hear drawers and cupboards opening and wonder what you have planned. I shiver as you reach down to haul me up; your face is stern, full of control.
"Come pet; we're not done playing yet," your voice sounds strong, and I follow blindly, trusting.
Complaining won't do any good, unless I say the safe word, you will continue using me as you please. I'm a little afraid, not of you, but of what will happen, I am close to uttering the safe word when you stop in front of the Cross. A frisson of excitement runs down my spine, you take my wrists and shackle one by one to the top section and then you spread my legs to shackle them to the bottom. I stand with my back to you; I can feel my pussy contract and moisture seeping from it.