The window was ajar. The sounds of birds doing their usual morning chorus woke her gently from her dreams. Same as every Summer morning, their excited twittering in the bush below the window heralded a new day in their search for sustenance.
Her brain fought the confusion of dreams against reality and switched into comprehension. She was not alone in the bed. The duvet oddly pulled. A heaviness to the sheets. She was lying on hard muscular flesh. But it was her bed; she recognized the wall in front of her. It was definitely her room all right. The arm was hairy on her cheek.
He had stayed last night. It was his arm beneath her head, the other draped over her; one of his knees pulled up against the back of her thighs. His head on the pillow behind her. His cock and balls languishing against one of her ass cheeks.
Her eyes focused themselves; the usual cramp in her bowels told her she needed the toilet. Extricating herself from his arms and the duvet, she padded off as silently as she could out of the door and down to the smallest room.
Seated on the toilet, she tilted her hips to direct the spray into the bowl and prepared paper to wipe. Her brain now remembered the full experience of the previous evening, assimilating the memories in order that they had occurred. The slave position in the lounge. Sat open legged on the worktop in the kitchen filling her cumpot. The oh so frequent climaxes. Her choice to drain the cumpot unrequested. Taking his load whilst bent over the sofa - and then the last final cum that he hadn't known about.
She felt a little guilty. It had been his fault of course. He turned her on so much. Winding her up to a frenzy. Without realizing it, he was turning her into a...
A what?
Her fingers felt the smooth metal of the rings on her labia, and comfortingly rotated them back and forth as she was prone to doing these days. Her body felt constantly keyed up. Constantly ready to respond to the slightest sexual or physical stimuli. It must be ready for it after so many years of abstinence and denial. Primed to explode with the meerest hint of eroticism in her life. She was on a journey of self discovery and owed it to herself; only catching up on the years of missed opportunities, she mused. Last night would have been about a month's worth of orgasms and sexual experiences, all together in one go.
Her mind clicked over and visualized the sleeping man in the bed at the end of the hallway. He was harsh lover, but fair. Brutal at times in his treatment of her, but equally compassionate and tender. He compelled her to exercise and keep fit, but praised every achievement. He knew what he wanted from her but gave much more than he took. He only had one cum last night and seemed perfectly happy with it, but had happily exhausted her body and mind getting there. Her body responded instinctively to his very presence.
Turning her into a slave to his body.
There! She had thought the word.
It was out in the open.
A slave to her feelings and emotions.
A slave to the next erotic event.
A slave to the next gratuitousness.
It didn't upset her. On the contrary, a slight grin now creased her lips. It felt naughty. Titillating. Mind broadening. Enlightening. In all her experiences with him up to now: being barely dressed in a restaurant and that blow job in the booth, cumwalking in a cafe, presenting herself in public - and she had never once felt unsafe in his presence. A little out of her depth at times; at the limits of her comfort zone, but wasn't that character building? Wasn't that the whole fun of it.
It raised her confidence immeasurably. She had always felt better afterwards.
Put a strut in her walk, a sway to her hips.
Confident.
Assured.
Stronger.
She felt more confident with her body. 'Confidence is sexy,' he had often said. She had gone from being shy and embarrassed. Away from wearing loose fitting clothes to actively choosing and preferring those that accentuated and showed off her figure. Her constant exercise helped. Morning and night. Push-ups and sit-ups tightened her flesh in all the right places. She could feel that her body was becoming more toned and taut and that his annoying constant nagging was helping her. Grateful in fact; she knew that he had her best interests at heart. Knew that she was in better shape now than for as long as she could remember.
She regarded her puffy lower lips as the morning flow trickled to nothing. The hours of stimulation last night had left them slightly sore this morning. Very pink on the inner lips and darker at her clit. She smoothed the lips down comfortingly.
Pleasurably sore. Tracing her fingers down the gaping slit created by her spread knees, she felt again the familiar tingle of arousal, and her nipples hardened in an automatic response. She took a sharp breath.
Not fair on him. She shouldn't touch herself. She was being greedy.
He had only cum once last night. She couldn't count how many she had had in the end. She would wait. They had the day together and preferred the anticipation of what he had in store - during conversation last night, they had discussed a necessary shopping trip today.
She used and then pushed the damp paper between her legs into the toilet bowl and resolutely got to her feet. She had a plan for him first this morning.
Softly as she could to save waking him, she descended the stairs to put the kettle on. She would imagine that anyone would love to wake up to a cuppa. A nice easy start to the day. A quick win.
She went back into the lounge to collect the stilletos from where they were dropped the previous evening and slipped them back on. She was used to them now. Felt natural having them on regardless of being in or out of the house. A quick look in the wall mirror confirmed her pert nude breasts and how high her rib cage was made by the created change in her posture because of wearing the five inch heels. Her belly felt even flatter too.
They had been a good buy; a brilliant idea. She felt good. She felt sexy. She felt ten years younger.
As the kettle hummed and crackled as the water temperature rose, she busied herself as silently as possible tidying the lounge. It felt natural now to walk in the shoes. Naked almost to not be in them. Her pussy fluttered slightly as she pulled back the curtains and arranged them whilst stood beside the exposing glass. 'Careful, Helen', she told herself, this is no time to start leaking. A final smooth of the pleats and they were sorted.
The kettle sounded almost there.
Time to make the drinks.
The cumpot and weights caught her eye.
A second of deliberation, but it seemed prudent to take the glass cumpot with her. The bed was clean, and though her thoughts were on his fun, she did have a tendency to leak at every impure thought and she didn't have much control over those when he was around.
Careful onto the kitchen's solid ceramic tile so as not to slip, she poured the teas, and then climbed back up the stairs to the bedroom, the handles of the two mugs clenched together in one hand, the glass in the other.
Pushing silently into the bedroom, she placed the drink vessels down carefully on the bedside cabinet and regarded the sleeping form in her bed.
On his back now, the long figure of the man was still asleep in the remains of the duvet she had disturbed getting up. His blue eyes closed, his breathing soft and rhythmic. It was warm in the room. The duvet covered his legs up to his midriff. His chest rose and fell slightly with each intake of breath.
One knee at a time, she climbed onto the bed and ducked her head under the duvet, effectively pushing it down towards his feet. On all fours, her ass high and open in the air, she moved slowly and carefully so as not to disturb him until her face was beside his cock. She looked appreciatively at it.
Limp and flaccid, it hung across to his thigh, the circumsized head bulging out of the surrounding skin. Rough and pink, the little eye was closed. A hirsute man usually, there was evidence of some landscaping going on. Short and well kept, she was grateful for the lack of tickling when his cock was in her mouth. His ball sack seemed large. It pooled out beneath his cock at the top of his leg.
She shifted her weight and spread her legs slightly, making sure her heeled feet were off the edge of the bed. Her breasts swung slightly; more pert than pendulous, both elbows flat on the mattress.
She leaned forward, and licked his cock.
From ball sack to tip, she licked slowly and gently but savoured every moment. A lollipop in length, but soft and yielding. It moved beneath the pressure of her tongue. She kissed his bulbous knob and then softly licked his shaft once more. Sucked her mouth to create some saliva.
She felt him stir. She did it again, her saliva wet tongue dancing this time on the shaft in an effort to provoke a reaction from it. She was rewarded with a slight swelling.
Again and again.
She grinned to herself.
This was fun.
He seemed to be awakening, his arms above his head in a slight stretch, twisting slowly on the spot.
She shuffled herself sideways a little, moving herself higher up the bed towards his head, changing her angle slightly so as she could take his naturally erecting member into her mouth.
He was aware of her now.
His hand on her head.
A moan on his lips.
He still wasn't totally hard. She still had work to do. Happy to do. Willing and eager to do. She noticed his balls beginning to raise up and their sack begin to tauten.
Clamping her lips around his head, her tongue searching for his little eye, she moistened and licked and sucked gently, making a popping noise when he fell out. Using her tongue to scoop him up, he was quickly back in her mouth. No need for hurry or haste. Keep him relaxed. This was about his pleasure.
