"Mistress..."
"Mistress Brandt..."
"Mistress, I need to use the loo,"
'Hmmm," sighed a sleepy voice.
"Mistress, please, I need to use the loo,"
Miriam rolled toward me until we faced each other. Her half-open eyes stirred erotic thought in me despite my urgent need. Her disheveled blonde hair made her look like an adolescent's wet dream. She was still beautiful, but in the early morning light I could see the lines of age at her eyes and mouth.
"What is my little nymph chirping about," her voice was a whisper.
"I need to use the loo, please Mistress—I have to pee."
Mistress' finger touched the inside of my arm that was stretched by my head, "I like how smooth you are now," she said, running her finger across the sensitive flesh.
I laughed and almost peed, "Stop, please—I'm going to make a mess," I pleaded.
Miriam reached down between my legs and palmed my pussy, "Hold it a little longer. It's good to strengthen these muscles." I tried not to whine, but I must have fallen asleep before using the toilet last night because I had to go desperately. "I want your cunt muscles to be very, very strong, little nymph."
I squeezed every muscle I could contract and exhaled through puckered lips. I'd never had to go so bad in all my life.
Miriam rolled her eyes but loosened the strap at the head of the bed, leaving my wrists still bound together, "Such drama," she mumbled as she repeated the process at my feet, leaving my ankles tied together like she had my wrists. "Okay, off you go," she said as she turned her back toward me.
There was no time to try and figure out how to get completely free, so I rolled off the bed and onto my hands and knees. I had forgotten about the metal balls that were still inside me and they came free as soon as my knees hit the floor. I felt them fall and then heard as they hit the floor and then rolled away. Shit, that was probably going to cause me some sort of grief later, but it didn't matter now, I thought as I pulled myself awkwardly across the floor with my elbows and knees.
Several times I swear I heard Miriam snicker as I tried to do this quasi-army-crawl across the floor. Crawling with my hands and feet tied together was hard work and had my blood flowing freely after only a few feet of progress. My breasts felt full and heavy as blood passed through them and caused the piercings to inflame my nipples with a pleasing torment. The piercings were becoming a constant presence in my consciousness, inculcating every fiber of my body with thoughts of lust and need.
At last made it to the toilet and climbed on top. It wasn't until I was finishing that I noticed how much my arms and legs hurt—no, more my entire body—every muscle. It was even difficult to stay sitting up on the toilet my abdomen was so tired. I felt like I'd been surfing for three days straight. Finishing, I made my way back to the bed and crawled on top.
I laid there for several minutes, not really thinking about anything in particular, but unable to fall back to sleep. The room was comfortable, not to cool, not to warm—but my mind was awake now and thoughts of going to the beach began to return. The waves would be breaking to the north more than likely and the right now was when they would have their best shape, smooth and rolling, just waiting for me to drop in and ride the morning away.
Miriam rolled back towards me, looking wide awake, too. I wonder if she'd be interested in surfing.
"You naughty little lesbian, you woke me up and now I can't get back to sleep."
"I'm sorry Mistress, but I really had to go."
Miriam sided up next to me and began to play with the ring piercing my left nipple, "I really like seeing these on you," she said and she turned slightly to one side and then the other, "but you were very selfish last night."
My brow furrowed, "Mistress?" I said in confusion.
"I let you cum last night and then you went and fell asleep on me," she said petulantly.
That's not exactly what happened. I was on fucking sensory overload and fucking passed out. I don't even remember going to sleep. But I knew that wasn't what my Mistress wanted to hear right now, so Instead I asked, "I'm sorry Mistress, what would you have me do to make it up to you?"
Miriam pulled my nipple ring until I let out a whimper, "Let's try something a little different," she said ambiguously.
She refastened the cords that held my feet and hands to the bed until I was once again supine and powerless. Pulling the sheet away, she rose to her knees and wove her hand deep into my hair. She had slept naked and so had to remove nothing as she lifted one of her long legs over my face and planted her knee next to my head, pushing her foot and lower leg under my arm. Next she moved her other leg closer and pushed it too under my other arm until she was straddling my face between her thighs, both her lower legs hooking my shoulders; I could feel her feet at my sides. I looked at her between her legs, her head moved forward and her hair fell around her like a sheet.
"I think I like you right here," she purred seductively. Her opening was only inches from my face and her hand still twisted in my hair. "For being so selfish last night, you are going to be my little fucktoy this morning," she said as she pulled my face deep into her cunt.
I pushed my tongue forward but instantly regretted it. Miriam ground her powerful hips into my face and pulled the back of my head deeper into her at the same time. I heard her sigh as she began to grind her sex against my mouth, treating my face as little more than a sex toy. I felt the moistness at her entrance grow and begin to smear across my lips, cheeks and chin. She lifted her hips up and I inhaled deeply as she lowered herself onto my forehead and then slid her vagina downward across my eyes, nose and mouth, covering me in more of her wetness.
The scent of her undulating lust ignited my own desire and I pressed my legs together tightly to try to create a spot of friction, but it was in vain. Her movements became more frantic as she tried to bury my face deeper into her cunt. Her aroma was intoxicating and I wanted more from this woman. Hearing her own bays of pleasure made me feel a sense of fulfillment and I found that I wanted to give her more. I knew her climax was growing closer as her movements became more focused and she applied even more pressure. When her entrance was directly over my mouth I pushed out my tongue quickly and felt it enter her slit. The yelp I heard let me know my effort was appreciated. She held herself there and let me work my tongue in and out of her hole.
I felt her muscles contract around me and she suddenly went rigid, "Drink from me, little one," she said barely loud enough for me to hear. I lapped and swallowed hungrily at her sweetness as she came, her fingers digging into my scalp. I hadn't been able to make myself orgasm, but I felt an adrenaline rush at having helped my Mistress reach such an intense orgasm.