0 comments/ 40901 views/ 0 favorites Wakey Wakey By: Artificial_life_uk My Third Story “Wakey Wakey my precious pet.” These words call out from the darkness, as I try to determine where I am. As my body wakes up I start to feel the aches and pains from the previous night-evening-day-morning. To be honest, I am still unsure what day it is, or the time, but its not important, I’m with you now, and I feel safe, but oh so scared of what is ahead of me. As I lay there gathering my thoughts and waiting for my body to wake up, a leather riding crop hits each one of the metal bars like a lion tamer stirring his lion at the zoo. I am stuck here in your cage, and I want out. As You open the door, and order to me to come out, Your hand reaches in and grab’s the leash that is hanging down from my collar and with one quick yank, you drag me out the cage. Stumbling out I try to get on my feet but without warning I feel the crop hit my hard and firm down onto my ass. A Vicious strike re-ignites the numbness from the previous session. You lead me to a door, but it’s not the door that you left through. Instead the door leads to a small room, its dark, but I can make out a few things. There is a bath, toilet, and a small table, it’s the very basic of things, but everything is so plush and to the highest quality of finish. “Now pet, you have 30mins. I want you to use this time to refuel your body. I shall open the door again in 30mins, be ready or else!” As the door slams shut, my eyes focus back to the things around me. I take the time to look at myself in a small mirror. Examining my body to see if there are any marks, or scars from the previous session. As I look back at myself the first thing I notice is my collar. Its leather, and it feels so snug and tight. I give myself a small smile in the mirror, it looks good, and I like it. There are a few soft bruises, and my nipples appear puffy, but I am okay. I take some of the food that’s left for me. Biting down on a sandwich made from fresh bread and some sort of meat, its so simple but very welcome. I chose a soda over coffee and crunch down into a bar of rich chocolate. I swallow some more of the soda some, before worrying about the time. It hits me that I had better take advantage of the toilet, as I am not sure when I will get this opportunity again. As I try and gain some sort of composure, I take a cloth and run it under the tap, before rubbing it over my dreary face. I feel awake. Do I feel ready? No, I’m nervous of what she has planned. I take one last sip, before checking myself out in the mirror once more, making sure my appearance is up to her high standard. The time of reckoning has quickly approached and as if by magic, the door swings slowly open. I peak my head out for a look, but you are nowhere to be seen. Your voice call’s out from the depths. “Come here my pet. Remember crawl or else” I crawl down to the end of the room. The room is candlelit; my eyes can’t help look at all the instruments and equipment hanging from the walls, it all looks so shiny and wicked. I finally approach you; all I can see is a large leather chair. I crawl round the side, and position my body to give myself to you. Head down, and shoulders broad, you ask me to stand up. I take a swift glance at you as my naked body stands up in front of you. You are dressed in a soft dark red leather tight corset, which has your large breasts, really showing off your hourglass figure. A long leather skirt accompanies the outfit, with a large slit down the side. It covers your legs as I try to see what style of shoes you have on. My shoe fetish always has me intrigued As I drift off into another sub space, you tug on my leash, and you order me to lie down over your knees. As I lay naked over your knees, I smell you and I smell the leather. The feeling of arousal is on overtime. Your hand feels my back, your other hand goes up and down my leg, and it comes back, slowly circling my ass. Like a kitten on your lap, you play with me, trying to relax and tease me. As your hand slides over my body I jump a little. A wicked snigger is released as your other hand reaches underneath my body and feels my hard cock. A swift slap of your hand hits my ass. My body shudders as you pull on the leash and tell me to settle down. Another sharp slap hits this time on my right ass cheek. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. I count with you as you let out a loud moan as the 13th slap hits my ass. I try to remain silent, as my ass is on fire; you tug hard, and order me to turn round. I am now in a state of slight shock. I am naked apart from my leather collar. My erect cock is now at your full mercy. As your hands run over my chest, circling and pulling my chest hair. You twist my nipples, as you let out a loud moan as you see the pain in my eyes. Your soft hands work down the path of my body, quickly twisting and grabbing my balls. I let out a groan, which only spurs you on to squeeze harder. I am quickly informed that if I scream more, the pain will only get worst. As you slowly circle my hard erect penis I try hard not to think about Cumming, I want to so bad, but I know if I did, I would be in a serious predicament. A slap to my cock comes out of the blue. I begin to lose feeling for a second, I can’t tell if I enjoy it or not. As another slap slides into another, and then another, it’s no good. I know I can’t make it to your magic number of 13. During the pain of having my erect cock slapped, I also have to endure your spare hand. Twisting each nipple, your long red fingernails are killing me. I let out a large scream like a little slut. You are not happy. “You little slut, here I am having a good time, enjoying myself, getting so wet, and you fucking cry like a little slut. Now you are really going to pay for it this time” As you stand up, I fall off your knees onto the floor. As you stand above me your foot pushes my back down on the cold floor. I am then yanked as you tug on the leash dragging me along the floor. You remove a large sheet that’s hiding a large shape; it’s a set of medieval stocks. My first thoughts are of arousal; the sheer sight of it has me so turned on. However fear soon sets in, and I am really petrified. As I am dragged to it, you pause and open the stocks. The stocks are high, I am pulled through so that my head is now directly in the firing line. The same brute force is used as you grab my wrists and put them in place. The wooden stock is now closed over my head, and as you padlock the stock at each end, I am truly stuck and under your complete control. What scares me the most is that I am unaware if you are angry or this is all part of your devilish games. The large evil laugh that haunts the room leaves me even more worried You walk behind me; I can’t even look to see what you are doing. My ankles are strapped into another mechanism, and a spreader bar is placed in between them to keep my legs apart. My thighs are strapped as well, I can’t see what is going on, but I am so scared as my ass is very vulnerable. Restrained and unable to move, I am helpless. I feel so alive; I am more aroused than I have ever been in my life. Contradicting that I am scared to death, I trust you, and trust you with my life, but I know your mind is dark and deep, it’s such a balance of being turned on and scared, that pumps up the adrenaline and inspires my love for this lifestyle. You are still laughing wickedly as you roll out a large medical trolley; the top is covered with a silk sheet. I can’t see what lies underneath, nor am I sure I want to see what lies there. Wakey Wakey I'm soundly asleep as the morning sun shines through the window, the comforter concealing my body from the waist down, hiding the most private areas of my naked frame. The fan blows cool air on me, my skimpy underwear lying in a heap on the floor. If one were to pick it up and take a sniff, the undeniable smell of arousal and cum would be evident. The cum I'd plastered onto my chest the night before has long since dried away, but it's evident I still remember our wild encounter from the night before, as my dick hardens and tents the comforter draped over me. You turn the knob slowly, sneaking into my room as I lay on my back, my bare chest and hard nipples in plain view. My eyes drift open just in time to see you removing your blouse and skirt, crawling onto the bed in your black lace bra and panties before pulling the comforter back. I suppress a laugh when you gasp at the sight of my cock, already hard and throbbing. I feign sleep as you wrap your warm hand around the base, running your palm up and down the full eight inches in a slow pace. My thighs instantly tense, and I can no longer fake unconsciousness; with a moan, I sit up and prop myself on my elbows, grinning at you with dark, lustful eyes fixated on you jacking me off. "Good morning," you whisper softly before leaning down to lick the head of my dick. I tense again as you taste my swollen, purple head, watching my precum dribble from your tongue as you begin pumping your hand over my tool again. Your lips open into an "o," sliding over my head and deliberately taking more and more of my shaft into your mouth. Your mouth is so warm and wet, your saliva running down my length as your tongue lightly tickles the underside, your free hand massaging and cupping my balls as I spread my legs to give you more room. I groan low in my throat, reaching out to run my fingers through your hair as your head begins bobbing up and down over my dick. You swallow my dick in erotic rhythm, my toes curling with each moan and sigh. I sit up and reach behind you to unhook your bra, removing it and tossing it to the floor with my underwear, reaching for and squeezing your firm tits. You squeal when I pinch your nipples, giving me stronger, faster strokes as you suck. I grit my teeth and suck in a ragged breath, my cock harder than it's been in recent memory. You release my shaft with an audible pop, grinning and leaning up to kiss me. My lips tangle with yours, our tongues searching each other. I taste my precum on your lips, the musky sensuality driving me crazy. My hands slide down your hips, grabbing your panties and pushing them down your smooth thighs. Crawling out of your panties, I can smell your arousal. I lick my lips at the sight of your hairless mound as you climb over me, sitting in my lap. You rest your soft hands on my shoulders and again our mouths meet in a sweet, passionate kiss. Tongues dance, breathing becomes heavier. You leak onto my throbbing shaft and within moments, I'm grabbing the base and sliding all eight inches into your hot, waiting pussy. We moan in unison as my length parts your tight walls, your ass resting nicely in my lap once I fill you to the hilt. I swallow back a scream, my hands roaming over your ass cheeks while you start rocking back and forth, sitting on my dick and riding me. I sit up and suck your left nipple into my mouth, tickling the hard nub with the tip of my tongue and chewing on it between my teeth. I can feel your warm juice trickling down my shaft and over my balls, the feel of it dripping over my asshole sending shivers through my entire body. You giggle at my reaction, my mouth instantly switching over to your right nipple, my hands squeezing your breasts together as my hips begin rocking opposite of yours. You rock back, I rock forward; you rock forward, I rock back. The tip of my dick hits your g-spot with each slow thrust, eliciting the cutest of groans from your lips. Sweat forms on our foreheads, the valley between your breasts glistening in its own salty coat. I lick that valley clean, squeezing your left ass cheek as my other hand rubs your clit against my lap. I pinch your clit, and you grab my face, growling in the back of your throat as you stop rocking and start bouncing. Your hair flies everywhere as you drive yourself down on my eight-inch member again and again, so tight and warm, our bodies slapping together. "Mmmm, fuck yes," you whisper harshly. "You love when I fucking ride this dick, huh?" I nod, slapping your ass with both hands, growling in my own darkly sexual way. "Not nearly as much as you love me shoving this thick cock in your tight hole..." I feel your pussy tighten up even more, watching your thighs tense and your eyes grow wide as you grab firm hold of my shoulders. I know that look and grin, sensing exactly what's about to come. With a scream, your thighs relax, your entire body shaking as your pussy pushes my cock out, slapping it against my tummy. You scream and convulse as your orgasm takes over, your pussy squirting hot juice on my shaft, over my balls and on my lap. I feel it puddle between my ass cheeks on the bed, relishing the way your firm breasts shake when you ride out your orgasm. You sit on my thighs as you ride out your orgasm, your heavy breathing causing your breasts to heave up and down while you lightly wrap your hand around my slick cock and stroke it. You lick your lips and give me a devilish glare, biting on your lower lip. "Stand up." I gladly do as asked, leaving a large puddle on the bed once I get to my feet. You sit on the edge of the bed, pumping my cock in your fist. It feels so good, your palm pressed firmly against my pulsating shaft, your wrist massaging the sensitive skin back and forth. I groan low in my throat again, watching intently as you masturbate me, your breasts jiggling as you do. You glance up at me and suck on your lower lip, giving my balls a good, tight squeeze. "You wanna cum, don't you?" Again I nod, grabbing your right shoulder to brace myself once that familiar tingle deep in my balls begins to form. My thighs tremble softly and tense, my breathing getting heavier and starting to catch in my throat. You point the head of my dick to your breasts, telling me all I need to know. I groan loudly, almost screaming as the pressure builds in my shaft, the length expanding as much as it can until I release it in one gigantic explosion. My body shakes and I squeeze your shoulder for support, watching and gasping and screaming as I shoot load after thick, creamy load onto your chest. Five streaming shots of cum hit your right breast, some of it rolling down the swell and over the nipple, the rest merely puddling near the cleavage. Your left breast is assaulted by another four shots of cum, again running like a waterfall down your breast and over your tummy. A few drops land on your thigh as I ride out my orgasm, catching my breath as you stroke my now-softening dick. I kneel down, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them together, licking off some of my release. I swallow a bit before letting more pool in my mouth, kising you firmly and sharing my release with you. We groan into the kiss, my hands massaging and wiping your tits, your hands lightly rubbing my spent cock. Wakey Wakey Ch. 02 The end of my Third Story from my Mighty Mistress Mistress continues the story from her perspective. I let out another screech of wicked laughter as I roll out a large medical trolley. I have the contents of the tray covered with a silk sheet. I don't want him to see what lies beneath; instead I want the build up of adrenalin to continue. I can see that My slave is quivering; his arousal and fear fuel My cravings for this. I have waited such a long time to put him to the extremes of My cravings. This time has blessed me with the opportunity to plan and gather my tools and toys. I have now decided it is time you know them inside out too. I can see his eyes studying the steel trolley. His mind wondering and rushing to what may lie beneath the white silk square of fabric. As I remove the silk cover, I intentionally leave the trolley just within your sight. Although not giving away all my secrets, I position it, so that you can only see one corner. I see that My slave is desperate to know what is there. "Don't worry My slave you will soon feel what is on this trolley." I laugh out. I can see he is already trembling. Could it be with excitement or fear? Or both. As I pick up one of the toys, his ears twitch and he strain's to see. I keep out of his vision and walk behind him. The only thing he can hear is something being squirted and then he feel's wetness on his asshole, as I apply him with lubricant. I hear him inhale sharply. I whisper in his ear "You can always use your safe word slave". With a very shaky voice he replies, "No, Mistress I can't not yet. I don't want to disappoint you." "You have to relax your muscle back here slave, don't tense up". As I say this to him, he can feel roundness against his hole. I slowly slip a slim butt plug in. Just the tip goes in. He cries out a long moan. "Don't tense up slave". I swat hiss ass hard with my hand to get his attention away from what I am doing. As I slide the plug in deep, he screams out. "Shhh, quiet pet... let it be there... get use to it." My hand slides down around his front and caresses his very hard cock. I begin to stroke it, this effect makes him loosen up immediately and without realizing it I am moving the plug in and almost out of his ass. His cock is pulsing from My hand stroking it, breathing harder with each stroke. I pull the plug all the way out and then back in, pushing harder each time. He continues to wince and moan. I continue stroking his hard dripping cock. Pre-cum is all over my hand. Removing the plug I lay it on the trolley. "Now that I have you a little more conditioned, I think we can try something a little more intense" I say to him as my hand continues to stroke his thick cock. I move away from the back of him and release the padlocks and lift the stock. I take another item from the trolley and place a new thick studded black leather collar on his thick neck. As I attach the leash, I start to feel even more dominant and powerful. "Get on your hands and knees and follow Me slave." As I turn, his eyes peek a quick glance at the trolley. "On your knees slave. NOW." I let out a sharp sting with my crop to his inner high. He complies of course and I walk him over to another piece of my dungeon apparatus. His eyes open wide as he sees my steel table. As I order him to climb onto it he notices that the table is in the shape of an X. As he lies down I strap his long legs down and then his hands outstretched above his head. The straps are made of leather and are nicely tightened; the cold surface of the steel keeps him well awake. I walk over to the trolley and bring it back with me, parking it along side the table. I open a leather case and let him see the contents. Very thin steel rods are lined up inside of it. I take a bucket of ice from the lower shelve of the trolley and start to wrap his cock in ice. The effect is almost immediate, his hard erection drops in seconds. Perfect, that's exactly what I needed! A slave with a soft cock. "F-f-for what?" he stutters. I smile back, but remain silent "You have to remain very relaxed slave is that clear?" He nod's his puzzle head. I take out a needless syringe and fill it with lubricant. I take a hold of his cock with a loose grip and gently place the tip of the syringe in the opening of his cock. I squeeze in a generous amount of lubricant. Keeping the syringe in place for a moment while I gently stroke the cock to prevent the lubricant from shooting out. I tell him that he may feel a bit of discomfort at this point, a slight burning at the tip of the cock. This is caused by a difference between the acid/alkaline balance of the lubricant and that of the tissues of the bottom. This sensation will pass within a minute and is nothing to worry about. I take out the sound that seems to match his opening size. I look at him; I can see intense fear in his baby blue eyes. He takes a very deep breath. Holding his cock straight up at a 90-degree angle. I gently insert the first sound about an inch. Aiming slightly toward the bottom side of the cock. The sound has a tendency to slip in just by gravity alone. I hold it back and guide it in, yet never pushing. When the sound finally has entered about an inch more than the length of his cock, I change the angle of his cock: slowly lowering it toward the testicles to form approximately a 45-degree angle; gradually raising it again. This will negotiates the curve in the urethra and the sound will drop down into the bladder. I can see how perplexed he is by the sensation. There is no pain and I can tell from his face that he is truly surprised. I move it in and out slowly. As he fights to catch his breath he glances up towards Me. I smile "What is it slave?" He can barely whisper "It feels like I am having an orgasm in slow motion, Mistress" "It is not in pain that you moan, but intense pleasure" I remove the sound completely and repeat the procedure with a larger sound. I can see the amazement in his eyes that such a large object could go so far in without pain. "Mistress I have this incredible urge to masturbate." I smile knowing that his pleasure has doubled.... "You cannot masturbate pet with a sound inserted, just enjoy the sensations" I say as I remove the third sound from his cock. I can see his emotions are mixed up, not understanding how there is no pain only a pleasure that he is not comprehending but a feeling deep inside unlike any other sexual experience he has have ever had. I sooth his forehead with My hand. I repeat the procedure with a wider sound. His eyes widening at the sensations, the unusual and erotic feelings it produces has him at his most submissive. I am quite shocked when he starts to beg for me to slide the sound in then out, but I can see his cock getting erect and stop. "Relax pet, in order to remove it you have to be soft" I kiss his lips and leave the room for a moment. When I return his cock is soft and I slowly remove the sound. I can see he is on the brink of an orgasm. Once removed, his struggle to keep from cumming has intensified. Tears are building in his eyes of pure frustration. I take his cock and slowly milk it to leech the excess lubricant out of it. I leave the room for a moment and come back with a warm tub of water. A soft warm towel gently cleans his erect cock. I lean over his body and whisper. "We are not done yet pet" and laugh softly. Kissing the side of his hot neck. From under the steel table I bring out a triangle shaped cushion, and set it on the side. Releasing his ankles and wrists, I tell him to sit up and I place the cushion on the steel table. "Lay over the cushion slave boy, and make sure your ass is nicely propped over the cushion." I tie his ankles down tightly and then his wrist. Stretched tightly and helpless, but I know he loves this feeling, I feed his craving even more. The restraints make his breath come in short spurts. I know he is incredibly aroused. I can feel it and I can smell his arousal. It is delicious. I go to the foot of the table. The Y section allowing Me to get very close to his lower regions. I squirt a good amount of lubricant on his ass again. He melts and moans at My touch. Approaching the trolley I slide the side drawer open. I take out a steel vibrator. I click it on to make sure it works, the noises fill the room, and then switch it back off, happy that it is fully charged. "Please Mistress, no please don't. Oh god please don't Mistress" are the words that he screams over and over. "It's time slave boy, that together we explore this." I say as I walk to the end of the table. Massaging his asshole slowly, dipping the tip of a finger in to begin working him. I place the tip of the vibrator, which is fully covered in lubricant at the very entrance of his ass, and slowly begin to insert it. It takes time before the first inch gets in, as he whimpers, I continue to rub his ass and massage his cock and balls. As the vibrator expands his ass I can feel him stiffen. "Relax, don't tense up. It will hurt you more" "Please Mistress I can't take anymore pllleeeeeaseeee" "You know there is only way I will stop." I continue to push it in. He is covered in sweat and crying softly, yet his cock remains very hard. I push the vibrator half way in and turn it on. The vibrations begin pulse through him and as I slowly slide the vibrator in deeper until it full 4" are deep inside The pulsing and the sliding in and out of the vibrator begin to arouse him deeply. My hand continues to stroke his cock, which has remained hard and erect despite the pain he has endured. His breathing is hard and I can tell that he wants to cum. As he begins to beg, I turn up the vibrator and move it faster and harder. His cock is being stroked faster and he begins to gyrate his hips as if he was fucking My hand. He lets out one last cry in pleasure. "Please Mistress, please." I laugh. " What is it slave boy? Wanting to cum already?" I laugh again wickedly. "Tell Me how much you are enjoying this". "Oh Mistress, yes yes yes god yes I cant get enough." He screams out between clenched teeth, struggling not cum. I can see the pleasures building in him; I can feel it, deep inside of him. My own pussy is dripping. My juices running down My leg. In a very soft whisper I say two words "cum now."