Waing Up

You wake up on your back. You can't see anything, but you can feel the smooth sheets on your skin, and the drool drying on your cheek. Why can't you see anything? You can't remember your bedroom ever being completely dark. Maybe He covered the windows while you were asleep. Mmm, how nice of Him, He knows how much you hate being woken by the sun in your face.

You try to rub the sleep from your eyes, but your arm won't come to your face. Hmm, maybe you slept on it funny and it's numb. That's not odd, you did that last week and accidentally elbowed Him in the face when you rolled over. It will wake up in a few minutes, you're sure.

Hmm, the other one is asleep too? Maybe that's a little bit odd, but you're too tired to care. You just want your shower, a bite of breakfast if you feel up to it afterwards, and perhaps a quick morning fuck before you and Him have to leave for the day. Just to tide you over until tonight.

You're beginning to panic, but you try to remain calm. You still can't see anything, and your arms won't move. You start to come out of your morning fog, and you attempt to figure out what's going on.

It's not dark, you can feel something on your eyes. It feels smooth, like silk or plastic, you can't tell which.

Your arms aren't numb, they're tied to something. You guess the bedposts. You can feel the loop tied around your wrist. It seems your legs are tied too, you can feel something around your ankles.

That's not drool on your cheek. You're gagged. It tastes like a pair of your panties, soiled from the wetness you left in them last night when you came home to Him. You can still smell the sex in the room... it smells of His sweat, and the rubber of the condom. You love waking to this smell. You can only imagine the wetness between your legs, the same wetness that always comes in the morning after.

You start to calm down. You know where you are. You're in your bedroom, you're safe here. Until you remember that you're tied up. Your arms and legs are spread, you can't see, you can't talk, and you can't feel the heavy winter blanket on top of the sheet covering your naked body underneath.

Maybe panic was a good idea after all.

"Good morning, Pet. How are you doing this morning?"

Ah, that's Him! You calm down instantly, and let out a sigh of relief. You still can't think this soon after waking up, but you know that even though you're tied, gagged, and blindfolded, you're safe. You think you should respond, tell Him to help you get up and take a shower.

"Mmmfmm nnnng. Hmmmennnguh."

Hmm. That's frustrating. You hope He got the message, though, and that He realizes there's a gag in your mouth and take it out. Maybe He knows how it got there.

"Ah, glad to hear it. I hope you've taken notice of your situation by now, I know you're slow in the mornings but I should think it's a rather big change to wake up to, isn't it? I wonder how much you've noticed. Have you noticed the silk around your ankles?"

Oh my. Those words shake you awake. There's sensations you hadn't noticed. The ropes around your wrists and ankles are smooth, silk like He said. Same for the black cloth over your eyes. Then you hear a click. Followed by a buzzing sound, and suddenly your stomach clenches, your back arches, and you strain against your restraints. A violent shiver runs up your spine. There's at least one vibrator inside your pussy, and another taped to your clit, and He's just turned them both on. It's almost painful.

"HHHNNNNNGGGGGHAAAAAAH-"

They stop, and you gasp for breath through the panties in your mouth. If you weren't awake before, you are now. Why did they feel like that? You've tried vibrators before. They felt nice, but not THAT nice.

"Good to see I was right! You remember when you last tried a vibrator? Do you remember what you did? You told me it was too strong, that you didn't like it pressed directly against your clit. Well, guess what?"

You can hear Him moving around the room. What's He doing? He's getting on the bed to your right side. He's leaning in. He's whispering... god, it scares you when He whispers in your ear like this, it means He wants to hurt you. His lips are next to your right ear, and you instinctively try to lean away, but you know that won't help. There's no escaping Him.

His hand closes around your throat and pulls you back. Oh god, it's tightening. You can't moan, you can't even try to say anything. Not that you could, with the wad of wet cotton in your mouth, tasting of sex.

"You don't know yourself. You don't know how to feel good. You can't LET yourself feel good. I don't know why not, but that's how it is. So I'm going to do it for you, whether you say you don't want it or not."

He releases your throat. You gasp for air for the second time, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears now. The darkness of the blindfold doesn't matter, you would swear you see His face in front of yours, looking down at you. You've seen that face before, but you can't read His expression. Is it love in those eyes? Or is it how He might look at a delicious meal before He shreds His teeth into it? You can see the excitement in His eyes. No, this isn't hunger you imagine in His face, that you hear in His voice.

He's a predator. This is how a lion looks at a fallen gazelle, how a cat looks at a mouse between its paws. He's going to devour you, you know it. There's fear in you now. Your heart is beating hard in your chest. You're sure He knows.

"Now then, you're awake so you don't need this sheet to stay warm anymore, do you? Any objections before we begin?"

You want to object. You want to say "Stop! Let me go!" but you can't. Your mouth is filled with cloth and the taste of yourself, and you can't speak past it.

"Hnggg! NNNNGH!"

Confusion fills you. Why would He ask? He knows you can't speak. You can't say no, or stop, or call for help.

"No objections, then? Good, I was worried you might ask me to stop. You know I could never deny you."

He sweeps the sheet off you, and you lay exposed before Him. Naked, on your back, your legs spread. He's seen you before, last night in fact. You fucked Him in this very bed not even 12 hours ago, He rode you from behind and you squealed as He pulled your hair. Why do you feel so exposed now? It's not as if He hasn't seen you before, but this feels different. It's like He can see inside you.

You gasp as His hand meets your skin. He's touching your left leg just above the knee, stroking His hand up slowly. You know He'll meet your pussy eventually, and you find yourself wanting it badly.

"I know it's silly, but you look so beautiful right now, I wish you could see yourself."

He kisses your stomach. It tickles a little bit, but you arch your back in pleasure, trying to push back into His mouth. You can feel His teeth, and you want to feel them biting you. Why? Not even a few seconds ago you were so terribly afraid of Him. He lifts His head from your skin, and shifts up next to you. You feel His skin move across yours, and you can feel that He's naked as well. You can feel His cock against your leg, it's hard. One of His hands, you can't tell which, moves up your side as He does, eventually settling still around the back of your neck, reaching around under your shoulder. His mouth bites lightly into your throat, causing a gasp to escape your lips, then He whispers in your ear. You no longer feel afraid of Him, and you don't know why you ever would. He would never truly hurt you, and you trust Him.

"Do you remember last night? Do you remember turning out the lights and rolling around in the dark? I bit you quite a bit, and you loved it. You begged for more. You're covered in bruises now, and I'm the only one who can see them. You'll have to wait until I've made more."

He punctuates His words with kisses to your cheek, little bites to your neck, and pinches to your legs and inner thighs. You react with gasps to His kisses, moans to His bites, and writhing to His pinches. You feel so grateful for each one, and even more so for the ropes keeping you down for Him to play with like a toy. His beautiful toy.

*click*

Your attention snaps to your pussy as the vibrations start again. You shudder and squirm, but the ropes hold strong. You begin humping the air needfully. Groans escape your lips no matter how hard you try to hold them in. His hand chokes you and pulls your head back into the pillow. Then, just as before, they stop, and so does He.

"Well, it seems we've found your means of pleasure for this morning! But what about me, hmm? I wonder what I'll do..."

You're not sure what He means by that. His voice tells you He has something in mind, but you can't think clearly enough to wonder what it could be. Your pussy still tingles, and you can still feel His hand on your neck. It means the world to you. He gets up off the bed, and you relax as His touch leaves your skin, leaving a strong feeling of absence behind. A vast emptiness where His fingers dug into you. You know it will be back though. He always comes back.

You hear Him pick up His clothes. You can hear the rustle of the denim of His jeans, the clink of the coins left in His pocket and of His belt buckle. A small reminder of the world outside, a sound you only hear after the sex is done and He's getting ready to leave. Why is He getting dressed? He wouldn't leave you, not now, of course not! Then He drops them again, you hear the muffled thump of His wallet hitting the floor through His pants, and He moves over to the dresser and opens a drawer. You giggle as you remember last night, when you undressed passionately, throwing your clothes around. You're sure you remember seeing your bra hanging off the top drawer of the dresser, and you imagine Him picking it off and inspecting it like an alien device. He always does that with your clothes, you're not sure why. Soon He closes it, and returns to stand next to the bed.

You hear a whistling sound, then pain breaks across your stomach in a line. The memory shatters, and you writhe and scream in pain, your back twisting away as far as you can, your arms straining against the ropes. Your mind flashes back to a conversation you had a long time ago about whipping. It was His belt He was taking out of His pants. Comprehension dawns in your head just as you hear the whistle of the next blow coming down. It hits your legs, across your thighs, and the pain flashes out across your body. Your pussy tingles again.

"Ah, that's the sound I love. Squeal for me, Pet, I want you to hurt. Cry for me, I know you like it."

It hurts. It burns. Each crack against your skin feels like it's on fire. But each time the leather whips through the air, your heart flutters, your stomach drops, and your pussy aches more and more each time the belt comes cracking down. You can feel your pussy squeeze around the vibrator inside you, dead and unmoving, and you wish it was His cock inside you. In your head, you're screaming in agony and begging Him for another. It feels so good. The panties in your mouth are wet with drool, and you're moaning around them. Somehow it reminds you of sucking His cock, and the taste of it, and you wish it was in your mouth instead. You wonder if He'll allow you to suck it later. He stops for a second.

*click*

Your pussy explodes once more with the sound of motors whirring, and over the sound you hear the whistle of His belt coming down on your skin. He whips higher on your body now, and lays a line of fire across each nipple. You thought it would hurt, but it doesn't, and you want more. The pain mixes with the shudders of warmth flowing out from your pussy. Each whistle sounds distant now, but the pain feels so much more real. Your skin feels as if it's splitting apart, leaving you open and revealed before Him. You know that if there wasn't something in your mouth, you'd be screaming with all the air in your lungs, telling the world how amazing you felt in guttural screams and moans. After what feels like hours, but can't have been more than a just few seconds, it all stops.

The room is silent now, no more moans or cracks. You hear Him breathing hard, and your own breath comes even faster, like you just sprinted across a field with Him. He doesn't move for what seems like minutes, then you hear the clink of the belt dropping to the floor softly. He moves to the dresser and comes back, and you hear the rip of a condom package opening and you hear Him put it on. As the smell of rubber hits your nose a few moments later, and anticipation sends a jolt through your body, down through your chest, through your pussy, all the way down into your feet. You know now that He'll fuck you, and you wonder what hole He'll pick this time. You can't wait to feel Him throb inside you as He thrusts and cums inside you. You long to feel His cum fill you, and briefly consider begging Him to fuck you raw, but you know He won't. And He has ordered you not to ask. You like feeling like a good girl, and good girls follow orders.

He moves to your side, and caresses your body. He's feeling the welts He left marring your skin. He kisses them. You know He likes how they look on you, and you wish you could see them as well. They make you feel more beautiful than any makeup ever could. He feels each one gently, and kisses each one before moving on to the next one. He starts at the bottom, with your legs. You remain completely still as you feel His breath moving up your body. Well, except for the twitches and squirms He coaxes out of you, those you can't stop. You love feeling like He can force you to move, and each kiss makes you feel loved and cared for, even though He was the one who whipped you in the first place. You reflect briefly that maybe whipping you is an act of love as well, because He knows you love it, but then He kisses another mark and your thoughts are scattered once more.

Eventually He reaches your nipples, and slowly takes your right one into His mouth, gently at first. Then He opens His mouth and bites down around your areola. You gasp in pain and pleasure, and push your breast into His mouth. He repeats this again on the other, slowly. Your pussy aches, and you feel a small trickle of your own juice run down your ass.

The smell of His sweat fills your nose. The sound of His breathing fills your ears. He puts His mouth near your left ear and gently shushes you.

"Shhh, Pet. No talking. I'm going to take your panties out of your mouth now."

He reaches into your mouth with two fingers and pulls out the panties. You gasp and lick your lips, but say nothing. Like the good girl that you are. He kisses you lightly. He reaches behind your head and slips off the blindfold.

You blink your eyes at the sudden light, but the room isn't very bright. It must be late morning, from the way the light looks through the windows. You see His face above yours, and your eyes are immediately drawn to His. You can't read His expression, but it's not the one you imagined what feels like hours ago. You feel Him move His left hand down your body, nearing your pussy. As He does so, He leans in towards your ear and whispers. His voice feels like hot and cold water running down your spine at the same time.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt now, understand?"

As He says this, He rips the vibrator off your clit, and pulls the other out of your pussy.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."

He holds up the vibrator that was, until moments ago, lodged in your pussy. It's not short, and it's fairly thick. It's made of what looks like metal, and it has a rounded cock head and smooth sides, and a flared base where a wire was running to a remote laying on the bed. It's covered in your juices, and as He holds it a small drop runs off the end and falls to the bed. He looks at you thoughtfully.

"It would be a shame to waste these juices, wouldn't it? Lift your hips, Pet, this is going in your ass."

You take a breath to protest, to complain that it's too big, that you're afraid, but you stop yourself. You see His face, and remember that you're still tied up. He didn't ask you if you wanted it in your ass, He told you that's where it was going. You lift your hips and try to spread your thighs as much as possible. You feel ashamed of yourself for even considering trying to say no. A good girl always says yes.

"Yes, Sir, it would be a waste. Thank you, Sir."

He reaches through your legs with the hand holding the vibrator, and reaches underneath you with the other to spread your ass apart. You shudder as He places the vibrator at the entrance to your ass, and shiver as He presses it in. It's hard and unyielding, but your ass is slick with juices dripped from your pussy, and the vibrator is wet as well, and it slides in easily. Of course it wasn't too big, you'll take anything for Him if He wishes. The feeling of your ass stretching open feels so good, and you feel slightly disappointed when it reaches as deep as it goes and you feel the base touch your ass. You feel full, and stretched, and you can't keep in a moan of pleasure. Your pussy feels empty, and you can't wait for His cock to fill you there too. You wonder how it will feel to have a cock in your pussy as well as your ass.

He gently pushes your hips back down and climbs between your legs. Your heartbeat speeds up, and you can hear your pulse in your ears. Your breath comes short and fast. Your hands find the ropes and clench and unclench around them. Every muscle in your body feels like it wants to move at once, but you can't. Your stomach muscles seem to dance, and your back seems to arch and curl at the same time.

You feel His cock head at your entrance, teasing you, and look up at Him pleadingly. As if to say with your eyes that you want to be fucked. But He just sits and waits, looking back into your eyes with His. Your hips are trying to envelop His cock, but you can't reach and you can't stop them.

"Do you want it?"

You don't even know how to answer. Just saying yes isn't sufficient. You've already submitted in body, and you know He wants your mind too. You want to give it to Him. So badly. You want to beg Him for it, but every time you try, the words stop in your chest. It takes minutes of work to get them out, and you can't wait minutes. You need His cock inside you as soon as possible. You writhe for a second, working yourself up.

"Please, Sir! I want it! I want it so bad! Please Fu- fff- FUCK me!"

He smiles down at you as you catch your breath. You did it. You see pride in His face, and you feel proud of yourself too. A smile spreads out on your face as you pant for air. Then He enters you.

"That's a good girl."

Your smile disappears as you gasp in pleasure. The sudden feeling of being filled by Him stopped any thought you had, as if your mind was being squeezed in His hands. Your breath leaves you, and your mouth works to gulp air in but it just doesn't come. You see His face change as He bottoms out in you; a mix of intense pleasure, then suddenly a small grin. You experience, in the back of your head, an instant of confusion before you realize what He's holding in His hand.

*click*

The vibrator in your ass turns on. Your head lolls back, as you suddenly lack the strength to hold it up anymore. The vibrations in your ass feel as if they're building up and getting stronger but they're not. The waves it creates pass into your pussy, and through you into His cock. You hear a faint gasp come from His direction, but you can no longer focus on His face. Any thought you have melts into the ecstasy you feel coming in shocks from your pelvis, but you note it must feel amazing to Him because He doesn't usually make sounds like that.

"God, that feels good Pet. I love fucking you."

You feel Him on top of you, moving His hands. He drops the remote on the bed. He pulls out slightly before thrusting back inside you, and suddenly you realize you haven't taken a breath since He put His cock in you, more than twenty seconds ago, and you gasp. You gasp for air, you gasp in pleasure, you gasp so you can moan on the breath out, and you gasp because you can't stop. Every time He pulls out and plunges back into your pussy, and you shudder. His hands roam your body, feeling your tits, pinching your nipples, running up and down your sides, and finally He settles on hand on your throat and the other next to you, holding Himself up. You can feel His wrist along your left side, next to your breast. It tickles slightly.