His was tired after the long flight in, and following a quick meal, he insisted that they went to bed.
"There will be plenty of time for more play tomorrow, after I have rested. Believe me, you don't want a grouchy Master within spanking range."
He smiled as he said that, but she knew better than to push to the issue. He had been playing when he spanked and paddled her earlier, and she didn't doubt that he could apply a lot more force to his swing if pushed. But He was finally here, with her, and she was so happy for that.
Still, she woke several times in the night, conscious of this new man in her bed. Most of the time he slept curled into her, the two of then nesting like spoons. She adored the intimacy of this and the feeling of owned protection she felt from it. His hand cupped a breast, and she could feel her nipple harden even from this gentle touch.
In the early morning she had awoken to feel his hardness pressing against her. The thought of him taking her now sparkled between her legs, and she pushed back against him, tentatively, loving the feel of his erect cock rubbing in the crease of her bottom. She contemplated turning round and descending onto him with her mouth – eager to taste him and welcome him into her throat. Even the prospect was making her wet.
But he was obviously still asleep, and she knew how tired he had been when he finally fell into bed with her.
So it was that she dozed fitfully, more and more aware of her growing need to be fucked by her Master, in any way he wanted. Being his collared submissive seemed to have flicked a switch inside her. All she wanted now was for this man to push his prick into her body and find his release in her and for him to grant her the joy of her own climax. She imagined him being slow and gentle, opening her up like a delicate orchid. She imagined him taking her suddenly, ramming his length into her unprepared body. She imagined herself willingly on her knees pleasuring him with her soft mouth. She imagined herself bound and restrained as he plundered her body, abusing her fuck holes as she shuddered with joy at his unrestrained use of her. And with all the myriad images her cunt wept with longing until she thought she would die from frustration.
Just when she believed she could stand this now more, and she was readying herself to slide him into her tender pussy whatever punishment might follow, he stirred and held her tightly.
He murmured sleepily into her hair.
"Good morning my sweet pet, I was afraid that I might wake up and find last night had all been a dream. How wonderful to find you here in my arms."
"Oh Sir, I could hardly sleep, knowing that you were finally here. Is there any way that this submissive can please her Master this morning?"
He gave a low chuckle.
"There are plenty of ways that you can do that my darling, and I intend to try some of them out very soon. But first, I need to use the bathroom. While I am there, I want you to fetch the small leather case on the couch."
As she padded out, he watched her naked bottom with its heart stopping curves sway with every step she took. There were no marks left over from the previous night. By the end of the second, that would be remedied, he thought to himself.
When he climbed back into the warm sleep scented bed, she passed him the case, rewarded for her obedience with a kiss.
Opening it up, he retrieved four black leather fur lined cuffs. These wrist and ankle cuffs had bright silver buckles. The wrists cuffs had one D ring each, the ankle ones had two. Through each D ring hung a silver carabineer similar to those used by mountaineers. He made her sit facing him while be carefully buckled each cuff onto her.
To her amazement, the look and feel of these restraints on her limbs served to arouse her even more deeply. She felt herself become even more submissive, even more anxious to be held open and used by her Master, even more eager to serve as his slut toy. Along with the leather collar still around her neck, these devices made her his complete possession, hungry for his pleasure.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time more deeply, winding her pony tail around his hand. With the fierceness of his grip and the mild pain of the pulling on her hair, she felt herself fall swiftly into her subspace again. Her body and mind relaxed and opened themselves to him with utter abandon.
He was gratified to see her relax so quickly, and pleased that he had judged her response so well.
Still holding her hair, he pulled back and spoke to her.
