I was fast asleep. Master was working on something for something (I was too tired to even really follow his explanation of what he was researching) and I was just zonked. He gave me the order to go to bed. I showered first, as always, and then made my way to the dark bedroom in desperate need of sleep. I glanced at the clock on the dresser and winced when I realized it was way past 2am. I had no idea when or if Master would be joining me that evening but it was hot as hell in the room (even with the air and fans on) so I slept in nothing and used no blankets, just a thin sheet. (Normally I sleep in a thong and a t-shirt, just in case the kids need me at night, though lately I’ve been just sleeping in a thong. In winter I’m permitted to sleep in whatever keeps me warm – Master knows the winters here will be like nothing I’ve ever endured!)
I woke up to his whispering in my ear. I could barely make out what he was saying. The fog of deep sleep kept a tight grip on my mind but there was something happening around my legs. I tried to wake up and figure out what was going on, listen to what he was saying, respond appropriately… before I could even open my eyes I felt the ropes tighten and the words “handcuff knot” came through my sleepy head clear as a church bell on Sunday morning. Shivers of excitement burst through my body while my mind raced to wake up every inch of me it could.
SMACK!! My eyes flew open as his hand came down on my bare ass. “I asked you a question, slave! When are you permitted to cum?” he hissed. I knew I was still not thinking clearly but I also trusted my mind to answer for me without having to think it through, my training was going well so far. “When you command me to, Sir” I half whispered.
His fingers slipped into my pussy and danced along my vaginal walls, getting nice and wet before slipping back out to fondle my clit. “Very good, slave. Why would I permit you to cum?” he asked as he toyed with me, watching my body whither under his, watching as I realized my wrists and feet were bound. Lust, passion and excitement mingled across his face as he watched me realize that other than jerking around under him, any movement on my part would be next to impossible without his help.
My mind fumbled as I tried to grasp onto everything happening around me. My hands were bound above my head but pulled behind my back, my ankles were also bound and my legs bent at the knees behind me as well. I gasped as I realized my ankles and wrists were connected by the same rope that bound them.
THWAK!! Another smack came down, this time with the leather strap. Once across my ass, once across my back and once on my thighs before I could remember the question and call out the answer “because you desire me to cum, Master!” I cried out, part wishing that I had gotten the answer wrong, part hoping for more slaps and spanks, I do enjoy those so much after all!!
“VERY GOOD, Slave!!” he said as he laughed, almost as though even he had expected me to get it wrong. He yanked my hair back with one hand and slammed his fingers into my pussy yet again. He quickly began finger fucking me. I was so close to orgasm. I remember him ordering me, commanding me, training me constantly as he brought me closer and closer: “You want to cum, slave. That is not a question, that’s an order! You desire to cum for your Master! But you won’t! Not until I give you permission, will you? Hold yourself there, right there, on the edge!! Do NOT cum until I command you!!” His voice got deeper and his fingers faster as he continued. I remember crying out my “yes, Sir” answers, desperate to obey, knowing that he would deny me any orgasms if I disobeyed.
I was fully awake now and ready to beg for permission to cum when he suddenly removed his fingers from inside my soaking wet pussy and almost immediently replaced them with his hard cock. He gave me permission to cum again and again and again. We changed positions a number of times and I lost count of how many orgasms he commanded me to have, I just know I thoroughly enjoyed every second I was getting.
When he was done fucking me he pulled out of me and then shoved his cock in my mouth, I drank his cum greedily and swallowed the gift he gave me. He fell onto me and we just laid there basking in the heat of our passion for a few minutes before he untied me and helped me to the shower.
The funny part here is that while in the shower I mentioned that I loved the session and the only complaint I would give was that it wasn’t long enough (he always asks what I would change at the end of sessions, he chooses if he will implement those changes but it’s nice to know he wants my opinion just the same!) He laughed at me and asked if I had any idea of when he first slipped the ropes around my ankles. Apparently from the time he restrained me to the time we got in the shower three full hours had passed!! It amazes me that I could honestly fuck and be fucked by Master all day long and know that I would enjoy every second of it!!!
This was how I woke up this morning!! What a lucky, lucky slave am I!