It was only just getting light outside and she was sound asleep; exhausted from all that had happened the previous day she had drifted off quickly and had hardly moved a muscle all night. He had been up long enough to shower and get dressed and he stood at the side of the bed looking at her. He bent close to her ear and spoke softly "Wakey, wakey baby." She stirred a little and he tried again a little louder but still gently. "Come on baby; time to get up." She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her and a flutter started in her tummy straight away.
She stretched lazily, smiled up at him and yawned out "Good morning Sir; what time is it?"
"Out of bed and on your knees please," he replied.
She stopped mid stretch and blushed furiously; she had morning breath and needed the loo; surely he's teasing. She looked at his face questioningly.
"We haven't got all day baby; knees, now."
He wasn't teasing; she pulled back the duvet and slid down to the floor on her knees, still shaking sleep from her brain.
"Facing the bed please," he instructed and she clumsily shuffled round. She clasped her hands behind her back feeling the stretch in her muscles from being bound the previous night. "Arms on the bed please," he directed as he grabbed a bum cheek firmly in each hand. She put her hands forward just in time to stop herself from falling over as he pulled her up roughly by her bottom; spreading her cheeks wide. The movement forced her legs into a standing position with her head and arms pushed onto the edge of the bed. He put a hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips as she heard him unzip his trousers. "Good girl; I do like a slut to be nice and wet and ready in the mornings," He told her.
She wasn't surprised at how wet she was; she felt turned on as soon as she had heard his voice. She began a breathy "Thank you Sir." He had her pussy spread with one hand and the other on his cock and before she could finish her sentence he had forced the full length of his rock hard cock into her. Her "You Sir" was muffled as the force of his thrust pushed her face into the mattress and all she could do was moan. He grabbed her cheeks again; digging his fingers deep into her flesh; still tender from last night's spanking. He pulled her bum cheeks wide apart and fucked her hard and fast. She could feel the roughness of his jeans against her pussy; he hadn't bothered to pull them down let alone take them off. She tensed her body; pushing back against him so that she could enjoy every inch of him pounding into her. He pulled his cock out of her as quickly as he had began; grabbing a handful of her hair he yanked her back up off the bed and pushed her shoulder down until she was back on her knees. He snapped her neck back and grabbed her chin; turning her face to him he stuffed his cock into her mouth. He was already cumming as his cock hit the back of her throat and he held her head still; his cock deep in her mouth, her nose buried in the fly of his jeans until he had finished and she had swallowed it all.
He let go of her hair, stepped back releasing his cock from between her lips and zipped himself up ."Make yourself at home in the bathroom baby; I'll go and make coffee." With that he walked out of the room leaving her on her knees breathless, stunned and desperate for more. She felt desperately horny now and her hand reached between her legs and started to stroke her sodden pussy. He shouted up the stairs; "And no playing with that pussy baby."
She smiled to herself and shook her head "I swear he has CCTV," She thought to herself as she reluctantly withdrew her hand. She stiffly got off her knees and headed for the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and was not impressed; her long curly hair looked like medusa, her face wasn't flushed it was more like a beetroot and her lips were very swollen from all the cock sucking. She looked down and noticed that all her toiletries were on the edge of the sink. Grateful to see her toothbrush she started to brush her teeth and turned on the shower. Stepping under the hot water felt wonderful and as she washed her hair images of what she had done yesterday in the shower got her hot and bothered. She started to soap her tits and flinched at the slightest touch of her nipples; they were so tender from the clamps and his twisting and pulling. She squeezed her boobs and inspected her nipples. They were so hard and seemed a far deeper pink than usual; there was some grazing on them from the bricks when he had had her against the wall. The images kept flashing through her mind and she was getting hornier by the second; her hand wandered to between her legs and she rubbed her clit a few times as she gently circled her nipple. Then she thought better of it; CCTV or not she was going to do as she was told. He had told her last night there was punishment due from cumming without permission. She had thought last night she was looking forward to it; the spanking was delicious, but now she wasn't so sure. "Maybe he won't remember if I'm a perfect little slut today," she thought to herself as she quickly rinsed her hair and stepped out of the shower.
Going back to the mirror she tamed her hair and put on some moisturiser; looking again at her face she knew she would just have to do and decided that her swollen lips looked pouty. She took a deep breath and started to make her way downstairs; he had seen every inch of her but this being naked thing was taking some getting used to. She followed the smell of fresh coffee into the kitchen; he was sitting at the table with a cup and looked up as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. She couldn't help but try to hide her tummy with her arms. "Sit down baby," He said as he pulled out a chair and got up to pour her some coffee. She gratefully sat down; knowing the beetroot look was back she tried to hide under her hair. He sat back down facing her and put her hair behind her shoulders, unfolded her arms and then spread her knees apart. She looked at him and smiled sheepishly as he leant back in his chair watching her. "Still got no tongue baby?" he teased. "I hope you're going to drink that this time," He said pushing the cup closer. She grabbed the cup and took a sip; glad of the caffeine and grateful of something to do with her hands.
He reached forward and touched her nipple; she flinched automatically. "Are your nipples sore baby?" He asked with compassion.
"Yes Sir."
"A slut's nipples should always be a little sore baby." She could hear the amusement in his voice as her blush darkened and he gently stroked his thumbs back and forth over her ever hardening nipples. "Drink your coffee," He told her as he continued to drive her crazy stroking and circling and gently squeezing. She nearly choked as one hand moved quickly to her soaking pussy pressing onto her clit and the other hand twisted her nipple sharply. "Always nice and wet baby; you're turning into such a good little slut. Drink up." She drank the rest of her coffee down in one; eager to put the cup down and concentrate on the wonderful things he was doing to her. Losing her inhibitions as he drove her closer to the edge of an orgasm she spread her legs nice and wide for him. He stopped as soon as her cup hit the table; "Finished already baby?" He wiped her juices off his hand onto her inner thigh then stood up and cleared the cups into the sink. "Would you like some breakfast baby?" He asked.
"No thank you Sir," She replied with frustration; how could she eat now she wondered. She didn't have the words to ask him to play with her again but she kept her legs wide apart in the hope he would continue.
"Of course; you've already eaten." He laughed a little as he put some bread in the toaster. As the toast popped she realised she wasn't going to get any more attention and she relaxed her legs a little; keeping them spread but not so wide. He saw the movement and told her; "No; keep your legs where they were please, I quite liked the view." He buttered his toast and sat back down taking a bite he sat and studied her; she felt the redness in her face getting worse. "Squeeze your tits for me baby," he directed as he continued to eat his toast. She put a hand on each boob and squeezed; "No baby; squeeze them for me." She understood what he meant and squeezed them so that they were firm and her nipples were pointing straight ahead as if she was posing for a porn shoot. "That's it, good girl; stay like that please." He poured some more coffee and started eating his second slice of toast enjoying watching her as the redness in her face travelled down her neck and chest and the juices coming from her pussy started to pool on her chair.
He took his time finishing his breakfast and her legs began to ache from being spread unnaturally wide for so long. She was relieved to hear him finally speak; "I thought we would go for a walk this morning baby; let's get you ready."
With that he led her by the hand back upstairs and into the room where he had put her clothes; they were all out of her bag and on the bed. He passed her a plain black skirt, the stretchy type with no zip or buttons and a white shirt she hadn't seen before. He stood and watched as she pulled on the skirt and looked at the shirt; "This isn't mine Sir" she said.
"No baby, it's mine; put it on please." He waited as she reluctantly started to try it on. She was embarrassed; she knew she would struggle to fasten it. It was far too tight and her tits were straining against the non stretchy material and she hated not wearing a bra. She nervously looked up at him; expecting him to look disappointed. "Good girl." He told her and, as always, her tummy did a little flip at those two little words and, knowing he approved, she felt a little better.
"Can I wear a bra please Sir?" She thought it was worth a try.
