Waking up this morning, my ass is so sore. I roll over to find myself alone again in Master's bed. Looking around the room, growling at the invading sunlight. Whatever asshole decided to invent walls out of windows should be shot.
But this morning, there was no Brandy bursting into the room ridiculing me for sleeping late. No, it was just me and my sore ass in solitude. Lifting my head to look at the alarm clock, it reads 7:02 am. Master is out for His morning walk. I force myself to climb out of the bed and make it. Stripping it of the satin sheets W/we soiled last night.
After efficiently cleaning the toys of blood and cum, I place them back in the black bag o tricks. I run the bath water, and shake my long hair loose, and step softly into the steaming hot water. As I close my eyes, I wonder what has become of Brandy. I had gotten my sis into trouble and I wonder what kind of punishment she received. Either way, I highly doubt it was anything like mine.
My fingers drift slowly to my clit and strum it tenderly as I think about last nights adventure.
The night before…
My head is thrown back and my hips are rocking on the chair trying to fuck the small dildo that is inserted in my pussy. My wrists are bruised from fighting the leather straps that hold them down on the armrests. I loose all notion of being good and struggle to do one thing, and one thing only. I have to touch my pussy. I have to cum. I am bucking wildly, panting…as I watch Brandy lick up and down my pussy lips on the television screen. I watch her twist and pump the dildo in my cunt. And I hear my screams of pleasure. My clit is very large and very engorged. How long have I been left like this? Two, three, maybe not even one hour? I have formed a puddle on the chair, and my juices are leaking out from around the vibrator. My hair is damp from perspiration and sticking to my face and shoulders. All I can think is…my clit is throbbing, if I could just reach it and touch it once I could have some release.
"Mmm…look at you now, kitten." It's Him!! His voice!!
"M-master…help."
"Help, Tania? Why do you need My help?"
"I need…need to c-cum, Master."
"Isn't that why you are in trouble for the first place, Tania?" He walks over and pulls the vibrator away from me. I almost cum at the slight touch of His fingers. He left the television running as He walks behind the chair. I feel His lips on my neck, kissing me softly. I feel His tongue trailing up and down. Then, I feel His breath on my ear.
"I don't think W/we will have that problem again will W/we?"
"No, M-master."
"Mmmm…..that's a good girl."
I feel the straps loosen one by one as He unties me. He holds my wrists in His hand to keep me from touching myself. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down on the bed and ties my wrists to the posts above my head. I am no longer on edge of orgasm, but I am dripping wet. He slips two thick fingers inside my gaping sopping wet pussy and pulls them out coated in my juices, inspects them, then brings them to my lips.