The lights are dim and the only sound in the air is the steady hum of the fan. The smell of Japanese cherry blossom is thick in the air. You ascend the stairs slowly, not sure of what you'll find up in that loft we share night after night. As you crest the stairs, you see me laying on the bed fast asleep wearing nothing but my collar and that black g-string with the heart on the back. My makeup is perfectly goth and my hair is that screaming shade of red you like so much.
Very quietly you set your bag down, remove your clothes and don those fishnet sleeves.I am breathing evenly and deeply in my slumber. You carefully sit upon the bed and watch me sleep for a few moments. Sliding a hand up my thigh. Slipping a finger under the front of my g-string. The other hand reaches under my neck and slowly lifts me into a kiss. Then my eyes open.
"Master......." I sigh with a smile. You return my smile and slip that finger into my wet slit. I arch into it, anticipating the warmth that has blossomed in my toes, working its way upward. You slide another finger in, working them harder, nailing my g-spot over and over again. My whole body tingles and spasms. I don't know if I can handle it because my legs are shaking and I am close to tears from it being so intense. You notice and grab me by the neck.
"Slave, I don't want any fucking crying from you, you hear me?" you whisper harshly in my ear. I nod in compliance and let you finger-fuck me harder and harder. My insides feel like putty and I am so close to cumming....so close.....I begin to moan and grind against your hand, wanting to cum.....wanting that release. I grind harder, feeling that orgasm crest.....then you stop.
"I don't think you've been obediant enough to cum, slave. I think you need to take care of me for a while," you say plainly.
"Yes, Master. What would you like me to do?" I ask in a small voice. You smile that evil way and cock your head ever so slightly.....I already know what you want me to do. There was no need to even ask but you tell me anyways.