0 comments/ 17623 views/ 1 favorites Good Morning, Pet By: DrmWvr1052 "My pet," you hear as your eyes slowly open. You have slept in a bit and now it is time for you to stretch and get up to begin the day. You attempt to pull your arms out and stretch your body languishly like a waking cat but you cannot as your wrists are secured to the headboard. "When did he do that?" you ask yourself in your mind. Your eyes open and you see me standing by the bed. You see the smile on my face as I stand and admire your outstretched beauty. Your body an open book for me to read, feel the soft parchment of the pages there, run my fingers along the scars of life and your erogenous zones. I lean over and kiss you softly then turn your head and whisper "I love you, pet. You are so beautiful." I kiss your ear lobe and then your neck and you feel my fingertips softly dancing up your arms to feel the bonds at your wrists. I find them secure but not too tight or binding and my fingers dance back downward, stopping briefly at your armpits, savoring the even softer flesh there, watching you squirm just a bit as the action tickles you just a bit. You move your head and I kiss you again; this time our mouths open and our tongues entwine and dance together in passion and lust. My fingers dance about the tops of your breasts, circling ever so slowly toward your nipples which I find hard and firm. My fingertips circle your aureole and then brush the very tips of your nipples, now even harder. I grasp the nipples with my thumb and forefingers, our kiss still intact, and a moan comes from deep within you as you feel the pressure against the now hard flesh of your nipples. I smile inwardly when I hear you moan, knowing that I have reached your sensual soul. I release your nipples and allow my hand to slowly circle the soft flesh of your stomach. My forefinger finds your navel and it slowly circles inside it; you can feel a small bit of pressure as I press there gently as if copulating your navel with my finger as my other fingers gently caress the area around your navel. I break our kiss as your moans continue and I lower my lips to your breasts, kissing them all over before finding each of your hard nipples and kissing them softly, then taking them between my lips and suck them inside my mouth. My teeth wait there for them and lovingly bite at them with just enough pressure to keep you from pulling each one from my mouth as I suck and bite it. The tip of my tongue rakes across the engorged tip of your nipple as I hold it with my teeth and a deeper, louder moan comes from your lips as you push your head back and close your eyes, savoring the pleasure being rained on your body. My finger withdraws from your navel as I kiss your breasts; it joins the others in a dance through your soft pubic curls as they trip their way to your womanhood, now hot and moist from my attention to your entire body. My fingers lightly prance across the tops of your thighs as you spread your legs, inviting my fingers to play against your sex. Instead, my fingers skip and slide across the soft flesh of your inner thighs as my mouth sucks and bites at your hard nipples. I release your nipples and slide my body down yours; my hot breath and wet tongue leaving a trail of passion as I reach your navel with my mouth. I kiss the hole there, hot from the probing of my finger, and then dip my tongue inside, circling and flicking at the bottom. You arch your stomach against my face and my hand dances down your thighs to your knees, paying particular attention to the backs of your knees. I slide even lower on your body, my lips grasping that your pubic hairs and pulling on them as I kiss these guardians of your sex. I can smell the essence of your womanhood as I take a deep breath and savor its wonderful aroma. My lips reach the area just above your love slit and I move my mouth to your right thigh, kissing and licking as I go. I shower your thigh with kisses and licks and then return to just above your sex. You push your hips toward my face but, chuckling inside, I move my lips to your left thigh to kiss and lick at it. You squirm about beneath me as moans, growing ever louder and deeper, come from your throat. I reach back to your breasts with one hand and again pinch and roll each nipple, twisting as I do, to bring you even more pleasure and you moan even more loudly. I stop kissing your thigh and kneel on the bed beside you, admiring both your outward and inner beauty, for I know more of you than you know. You crave my touch as I crave yours and I contemplate the direction of my next actions. I have decided and I lift my left leg and swing it over your stomach, my manhood, hard and erect, drips pre-cum on your stomach and it slowly slides inside your navel. I slide my body upward a bit and place my cock between your breasts as you lift your head a bit to see what I am doing. I lean forward to find a pillow to prop your head up and, as I do, my cock touches your lips. You try to open your mouth and push your head forward enough to take the head of my cock inside your mouth, but I slide back just enough to keep you from accomplishing your goal. I lift your head a bit and place the soft pillow behind it. I slide back down your body, leaving a trail of pre-cum as I do. I lean forward and lick the valley between your ample breasts, making it slick with my spit. I push your breasts together as I pinch each nipple, causing you to moan again and buck your hips at the cool air of the room. My cock slides through the soft flesh of your breast and the tip emerges just short of your waiting tongue as you try to stick it out and reach the tip. I push a bit farther and you receive your reward of the clear liquid dripping from the eye of my hardness. You pull your tongue back inside your mouth and lowly say, "mmmm." I smile at your pleasure with my taste. I take my cock from between your breasts and, leaning forward over you with my hands on the wall behind the bed, I offer you my cock, just the head of it, and you take it inside your lips. Your tongue dances around the swollen head and your lips lock it inside you while you do this. After a short bit, I pull against your lips and my cock jumps from your mouth with a 'pop'. Your eyes plead with me to return your treat, but instead I lift my leg and kneel at your side once again to contemplate your next 'torturous pleasure'. The scent of our sex fills the entire room and I lean down to inhale it deeply. I spread your thighs a bit and lean over to gently kiss your pussy. You push your hips up to meet my lips and you whimper softly, as if to beg me to feast there. Your juices drip from the bottom of your sex hole and wet the rough seam of your perineum. I spread your legs even more and run my tongue along it, licking up the sweet juices of your sex there. I lift my head from between your thighs and then turn to look at your face and see your eyes pleading for release. I lean down over your face letting my lips linger just above yours so that you can breathe your essence before lowering my lips to yours and kissing you, sharing your juices with you. A soft moan comes from your throat again as your tongue stabs at mine and then circles it with passion. You lift your body against the cool air of the room as you push your hips higher as if trying to fuck the emptiness between your thighs. I break our kiss and then turn toward your legs, lightly massaging and touching the soft skin there, as I work my way down to your feet. I take each foot and massage it lightly before pulling tie-downs that I had placed at the foot of the bed before you awoke. I secure each foot and then lean forward to kiss your legs as I move back up toward your thighs. The restraints hold you securely, but not tightly, as you squirm from the attentions of my fingers and lips as they slowly rise from your ankles to your knees, then behind your knees again, before dancing along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. My fingers circle the flesh there, stopping occasionally to pinch the flesh softly and lovingly as my lips and tongue trace lines all over your flesh there. I move to between your legs and take a pillow from near your head and place it below your bottom and lower back, elevating and exposing your pussy. I lean forward and inhale your essence again and then lower my tongue to lightly lick your swollen and parting pussy lips with the flat of my tongue. You push your hips upward trying to make more direct contact, begging me to indulge my self with your sweet nectar, but I hold myself back just enough to keep you from pressing hard against my tongue. I make a point with my tongue and trace the fold between your lips, feeling them part as I lift my tongue along your slit, until I reach your clit which I flick hard as I bring my tongue from the top of your sex. I use my thumbs to open your pussy and lower my face to your pussy, inhaling your scent as I lower my tongue inside your hot and wet sex hole. I move my tongue up and down your slit before beginning to make circles and opening your pussy to my tongue. Your juices flow freely and you lift your pussy hard against my tongue trying to force it inside your starved sex. I feel your need and press my tongue deeper inside you allowing you to move your pussy against my tongue and face, my nose bumping your clit each time you lift yourself to my face. Your moans become more pronounced as your climax approaches and, at times, you whimper as if to beg me to fuck you right now, but even though that is in my plan, it is not to happen at this moment. However, I submit to your pleadings and offer a finger rather than my hard cock. I reach inside your sopping wet sex hole with my index finger, just a bit at first, but deeper with each stroke. As it reaches inside you to its entire length, I twist it and make circles inside your pussy widening it and making room for another finger. When I pull it back out, I press inward with two fingers this time; your hips buck against the increased girth of the two fingers and you moan loudly. Your first climax is imminent as you buck wildly against my hand, driving it even deeper inside you. Your bucking and my movements increase tempo of the penetrations and you push your hips high into the air and hold them there as your orgasm hits you. Your head rolls and you moan and shout loudly as the pleasure rolls through your pussy and abdomen; your muscles spasm and your belly quakes from the intensity of your cumming. Your moans and squeals turn to begging me to fuck you right now as you crave my cock to share your erotic gratification. I do not move by body but, instead, add a third finger to your wet pussy and begin to fuck you with three fingers now as my index finger bends inside you to reach up and rub against your g-spot; this intensifies your orgasm even more and your juices begin to flow even more freely. My hand is covered with the slickness of your sex and the knuckle of my pinkie finger presses against your perineum as my fingers slide in and out of your quivering pussy. I straighten my pinkie and poke it at your back door and it slightly enters you there as you push yourself up and at my hand, as if trying to take the whole thing inside you. You push even harder as your orgasm intensifies and my pinkie enters halfway your asshole. You squeal from the added pressure of my fingers in both holes as you feel them against one another through the thin membrane between them. Your orgasm reaches a new plateau and your vocalizations are louder now. You beg me for my cock as you push your hips hard against my hand and my fingers dig deeper inside you. My forefinger presses even harder against your g-spot and a new orgasm begins. Your juices flood my hand and your perineum downward to my pinkie now fully imbedded in your ass. I reach behind me and, stretching as far as possible, without taking my hand from your pussy, I release one ankle and then the other. You pull your ankles to my back, pressing me toward your pussy. I yield to the pressure and lean forward as I pull my hand from your swollen and red pussy. I put the head of my hard cock at the lips of your pussy, holding it from going inside you, and mix my precum with the juices coating your sex. I rub my cock up and down against the heated flesh of our pussy before allowing just the head to enter inside you. Your heels dig into my back as you attempt to push me deeply inside you, but I resist your efforts and allow only the head of my cock to enter you. I flex the muscles controlling my cock, causing it to jerk upward and rub against your hard clit. You jump as they make contact and you scream your passion as another orgasm begins to explode inside you. I release my cock and let it slowly sink into you until our pubes are joined. You push against me trying to get as much of my hardness inside your sex. I lean forward and, pushing with my feet, I drive my cock that extra bit inside you. I feel the bottom of your pussy pressing against the head of my cock before I withdraw slightly and begin a slow even tempo of pumping inside you. Each stroke becomes longer and harder as your pussy convulses around my cock begging my cock to release its load deep inside you. I feel my cum rising from the bottom of my cock as your pussy pulls and tugs at it; your heels push at my back driving me, it seems, even deeper with each stroke as you grunt from the intensity of your orgasm. The sounds of your total and complete pleasure reach my ears and invite my cum to rise through my hard cock and explode inside you, coating your sex hole with my juices. I can resist the invitations of your body no longer as I moan loudly and push deeply inside you, holding my place, as my cum rockets from the slit at the tip of my manhood and splashes against the bottom of your sex hole. Our juices combine and fill your pussy as my cock slides in and out, bringing our mixed cum out with each withdrawal. My cock is so sensitive from the massaging of your pussy that I push deep inside you and then collapse over you, holding still as I bring my hands to your face, holding it while I kiss your deeply and passionately. Our lips and tongues lock together in the heat of the moment with you trying to catch your breath and recover from your multiple orgasms. I reach up to release your wrists. Your arms drop around my shoulders to hold me close to you. I break our kiss and then kiss your neck and then your ears, stopping to repeat my earlier words, "Good Morning, pet." Good Morning, Pet I roll over lazily, aroused by my dreams after collapsing into bed completely horny but equally tired the night before. I set my eyes on you, still sleeping but just beginning to stir. My heart starts to beat a little faster at the thought of feeling your bare skin, smooth and tan. As I caress your beautifully defined shoulders they boast of the diligence you give your morning swims. I love feeling you and let my hands begin to roam more freely, now sliding down your back, over your hips as I curl up tightly behind you. I kiss the back of your neck softly, slowly, allowing my lips to linger. You feel the firmness of my large breasts, nipples already hard, pressing into you from behind at the same moment you feel my hand on your hip... so close to your cock, but not touching it. You are awake now, and your cock has been sprung to attention by the cool sensation of my breath over the trail of kisses down your back. It's as if every nerve ending has come to life as I work my way slowly downward then back up and you feel the electricity pulse down your spine. You rollover to greet me and we kiss slowly, deliberately, feeling each other's lips. Our mouths explore one another, at first gently, then intently, then with the urgency to have the other, to claim that mouth, that body... We are both completely aroused, your hands are searching my body, eager to feel me. You move down to my breasts, large and round and so eager for your touch. You begin to kiss and gently bite my nipples, and my lazy demeanor is long gone as my need to have you inside me overtakes my thoughts. I grab the back of your head, holding your mouth to my hard nipples, sighs turning into moans. I arch my back up to feel more of your mouth, your body, my thighs squeezing together feeling the wetness that is already there between my legs, the longing for more, for you. I climb on top of you, feeling how much you want me as your cock rubs my clit perfectly, eliciting a long low moan from me. You tease me like that, your teeth biting at my nipples, your cock playing with my pussy knowing that eventually I will beg you for more... You are right, you know me well. I enjoy the delicious sensations of you until I can not hold back any longer and I tell you, whispering and pleading at once, "I need you, I need to feel your cock inside me... please, fuck me now..." You say nothing. You simply grab my hips and pull down hard, ramming your cock inside me so deeply, so suddenly you can actually hear the breath forced out of me. We moan together in the sheer ecstasy of that moment when you enter me, that connection, that feeling of our bodies joining together, fitting so fully, so perfectly. The sensation overwhelms me, I am yours to do what you will, and you know it -- you know my body is yours. You look up at my face and recognize the expression; you know that I have surrendered to you, that my body is for your pleasure. Your eyes scan lower to my breasts, the perfectly round firm globes of flesh that make you hard at the mere thought of them... My nipples are hard and brown, pointing right at you, begging for your mouth. You reach up and suck at one, biting hard knowing how the forcefulness of your mouth turns me on, that I feel those sensations everywhere. I am frantic, telling you "yes, like that, you feel so good... You're going to make me cum!" And you know exactly what will put me over the edge.... Mouth clamped on my nipple, cock buried deep in my pussy, you reach around behind me and grab me by the ass. I moan loudly, hissing "yeesssss!" in your ear as you tease my asshole with your finger. You drive deeper and deeper into the tight dark wetness, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of losing control. My juices run down your cock and thighs, you've worked me to a frenzy and you love knowing that no matter how much you want me, you are still in control. And in that moment, it is that very thought that compels you to slide your cock out of my pussy and bury it in the depths of my tight, hot asshole. You are completely in control, a deep growl escapes your lips as you feel the power of your conquest, as you hear me screaming out "Yes, fuck my asshole, take my asshole!! Yes, YES!!!" I scream as I cum, soaking your cock, your thighs, your hands where you are grabbing my ass. Watching me let go, seeing and feeling the heights to which you take me pushes you over the brink. You grab my hips again hard, and drive your cock deeper into me than ever, holding my ass, pounding it with each thrust, watching your cock disappear into that impossibly tiny opening. Your feel your balls tightening, your body tense everywhere, your toes feel that little tiny spasm and then there is no holding back, from the deepest center of your body comes an explosion that can not be stopped. I arch my back and lean my body into you, my breasts right there for your taking, your mouth punishing my erect nipples as you bite at them. You let loose a loud, primal roar as you shoot your cum in spasm after body shaking spasm, filling me completely. I shout out, delirious with ecstasy, my tight asshole convulsing around you, drinking you up, your entire body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. We moan incoherently together, panting like wild animals, collapsed into one another, still joined, still one together. We lay still like that, lost to time, recovering the energy just to move. My head on your chest, my hair soaked with sweat, I look up at you still breathing heavily, kiss you sweetly on the cheek and whisper in your ear, "Good morning, pet." Good Morning, Pet Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing for Literotica, and it's as much warm happy fuzziness as it is sex, so please do leave a comment and tell me whether or not I should do this again! xxx All characters in this story are over 18. ++++++++++++++++++ Very, very slowly, my mind emerges from the dreamworld it was wandering in and comes up to the surface. I whimper slightly, not wanting to let my dream go; I already can't remember it, but I think it involved a lot of people with whips. It's a hopeless endeavour, despite how soaked my thighs are. Sleepily, my eyes open and I smile as I realise where I am - it's far better than my dream. There are few things in life which make me more content than waking up in Master's arms, one of his hands fastened in my hair, another thrust between my legs with fingers wrapped around my ass. Even with the stripes from last night, his fingers are gentle enough not to hurt, and his grip on my head ensures I stays nestled against his shoulder. His shoulder is safety and warmth, a good place to be. More than that, waking up like this tells me that even in his sleep, he knows he owns me and he wants me close. What could make a humble pet happier? I glance over at the alarm clock. It's half an hour before Master likes to rise, which is just the time I've been trained to wake up. Despite how consistently it works, it always gives me a shiver of pride to know that even my sleep schedule pleases him. Now I face a challenge. Slowly, gently, I slide one arm out from under Master's head and lift the other from its place on his hip. I lift my hands and unwind my hair from his fingers, tugging at a few strands to yank them out of his grip. His hand slides off my head and onto the pillow and I breathe a sigh of relief. Waking Master up improperly would not be a good start to my day. I lift my hips and pull away and Master's hand trails from my ass to my slit, my movement pulling his thumb lightly over my clit. My whole body shivers slightly at the touch and I fight the urge to press my thighs together or wriggle against his hand. I have the awful suspicion that if I came without permission, he'd wake up, or somehow know about it even in his sleep. Besides, I'm a good pet. Good pets don't shudder and writhe helplessly for anyone except their Master, even themselves. I know better. For a moment, Master's breathing changes and I freeze, halfway through setting his hand gently down on the mattress. He tugs his hand from me and rolls over to face the other way, but he appears to still be sleeping, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Quickly, I slide off the bed, staggering slightly as I stand up in my heels. They're only three-inch heels, but the rule where I have my stilettos locked on all the time is new, and I almost fall back onto the bed before grabbing onto the bedside table and righting myself. My nipples quickly sharpen in the cold outside Master's bed, and the feeling of the jewelled piercings shifting inside them as they shrink sends another few drops sliding down the inside of my thigh. I bite my lip hard. Must not tempt myself. Must not come. I open the bedroom door and come face-to-face with the mirror. I smile delightedly at the beauty in the mirror. I'm short, with mousy brown hair and too narrow hips for proper curves, but I know I'm utterly delightful. Master says so - and the black leather collar, adorned with purple lace and slave bells, wrapped around my neck proves that his is the only opinion that matters. Thin, elegant chains drape down from my collar, wrapped around my arms and hips so as to accentuate what curves I do have and the toned muscle of my arms and stomach. Another purple slave bell hangs from my clit piercing, never allowing me to forget just what I am here for. My blue eyes smile back at me, then drift downwards, glancing over my body. I twist to see my marks from last night. In the mirror in the grey dawn light, the welts across my ass are a rainbow of every shade from pale red to deep rich purple. Where they intersect with slightly older bruises on my inner thighs, the skin is an odd green colour. I know Master will avoid that area with his cane for a bit. I also know he'll still drill into me just as relentlessly, and that thought makes my pussy clench slightly. Well that's settled then. First thing I'll be doing today is begging for more. But only once I've done my morning routine properly. I teeter downstairs, clutching the banister. It is so too early for stilettos. Clicking on the tile floors of the kitchen, I fetch a saucepan from the cupboard, eggs from the larder and bacon from the fridge. I'm allowed to make Master almost anything I like, from pancakes to jam on toast, but somehow I always feel inspired to make him his favourite when I've been properly worked over. My lord is so very good to me, and it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy to serve him well in return. Butter goes in the frying pan first, then piece by piece the entire packet of bacon. I add lemon juice and paprika, home inventions - not for everyone, but I know Master likes it. The eggs go in a separate saucepan, and I stand back to admire my work and the hissing sound of frying for a moment, then find a plate for him and butter some bread. I pick up my silk brocade collar, lying on the surface, and buckle it around one of my chains to take upstairs. He usually changes me into it when we're done playing. We must not have been bothered last night... not that I can remember much of it; I was perfectly sober, but subspace tends to leave everything a little blurry. I glance at the sheets lying on the surface, complicated equations scrawled on them. It's the final year of my mathematics degree, something I'm not sure I would've gotten through without having this safe space at home where I never have to solve problems, never have to take the lead. Master will make sure I finish them later, and so with a great sense of satisfaction I decide that I can ignore them. I don't have to stress; he's my focus, and he won't let me be too lazy. By the time I head back upstairs, plates and a mug of coffee on a tray, it's almost eight o'clock - unacceptably late on a weekday, perfect on a cold November Saturday. Love fills me as I re-enter the bedroom and gaze down at Master's sleeping form. He is generous enough to allow my fingers to rake through his hair when I kiss him, and the morning after it is unbelievably messy. It reminds me to grab the hairbrush from the bedside table as I set the tray down and run it through my own hair. He is Master, and has the privilege of looking however he wants; I am slave, and do not. Still, I can't help find the mess of his ginger hair unbelievably handsome, dashing and swashbuckling in its way, especially knowing what caused it. He rolls to face me in his sleep, long eyelashes fluttering and lips moving slightly as he mutters something. I don't have particularly long before he wakes, and it has been impressed upon me firmly how Master is to wake up every day. Quickly, I kneel on the bed and crawl between his thighs, pushing my head between his knees and letting my hair fall across his thighs. Wrapping both hands around the base of his cock, I lower my mouth to its head and wrap my soft lips around it. I flick my tongue gently against it, swirling around the underneath, before plunging my head down, swallowing hard to get it down my throat. One of my hands starts caressing his balls gently while the other creeps up between his legs, across his stomach and comes to rest flat on his ribcage in a pleading, worshipping gesture. I hum, knowing the vibrations in my throat feel good to him, and rub the tip of my tongue hard into the underside of the base of his cock. I can feel his fluids seeping into my mouth, mixing with my saliva, and he tastes so very good. A hand lands atop my head, then starts scratching at the back of my neck and behind my ears, making me moan in bliss. "You are the best fucking alarm clock in the entire world," Master murmurs at me, his breath catching in such a way that I know I'm doing well. I suck a little harder, pulling out just a little as he hardens to iron in my mouth and I suddenly find that I can't breathe. He growls and forces my head back down, my nose buried in coarse ginger hair, and I whimper and wriggle at my lack of oxygen. He holds me there for a moment, his hips shifting under me, and then my mouth fills with hot sticky satisfaction and he lets me go. As I pull off his cock, he flicks my nose gently. "Swallow," he orders, and I do, before carefully cleaning the rest of his cum from him. The tone of dominance in his voice, the knowledge that he doesn't have a single doubt that I will obey, sets my stomach fluttering and need once more dripping from my pussy. "Such a good girl," he murmurs at me. My limbs turn to jelly. I flop onto the bed, my head resting on his hip, absolutely blissful in the knowledge that I have pleased Master. Master beckons me and I rise to my hands and knees. I carefully step my hands over his leg and crawl a few paces up the bed to the pillow, where I face him and kneel, my forehead touching the mattress below his shoulder. I am intensely aware of the way my breasts move sinuously as I crawl, and the way they bulge up towards him as I trap them between the mattress and my ribs in the catlick position. I stretch my hand out again, laying it on his collarbone, beseeching him. I feel his fingers in my hair again and rub against his hand, kittenlike, and dare to raise my shoulders so I can gaze up at him with my best big-innocent-blue-eyes look. "Please Master, I'm soaked, may I take care of myself?" His fingers pause, then trail down the back of my neck and trace the lines of my spine and shoulder blades. I shiver with my whole body, arching my back and pleading with my eyes. Aware that the curve of my back puts my ass in the air, I wriggle it in an attempt to be enticing, to make him want to use me. "No. You may not. Wait," he orders. Pulling the tray into his lap, he tugs at my collar to draw my head up towards him, then sits up and gently unbuckles it. I stay very still, watching him intently. I hate having my collar off, hate feeling uncontrolled, so until he has a grip on me I just stay still. He takes my comfort collar from my chains and smacks two fingers lightly underneath my chin to make me raise it, then buckles it around my neck. I smile happily at him while he twists it from side to side, making sure it hasn't caught my skin. "I'm quite comfy, Master," I insist. As he clips a leash to the front of my collar, he leans down to kiss my forehead. "I know you are, pet. I'm just checking." With the leash wrapped around his hand, he guides me to lie on my front next to him, elbows underneath me so I look up at him. The smell of bacon then finally manages to distract him from me. He starts in on it while I lie there, patient and at peace. I've had my breakfast; I know better than to be greedy. When he slices off a piece and extends it down to me in one hand, I am genuinely surprised and delighted. I nibble on it, 'accidentally' grazing his fingers with my tongue and brushing my teeth against his fingertips before drawing the food into my mouth and biting down. I moan. I love bacon. He feeds me more, smiling down at me, occasionally reaching down to tweak at my nipples between bites. "I love seeing you happy," he tells me with a caress of my shoulder. "And you've done such a good job this morning. Cooking my favourite, waking me up properly, bringing up the right collar. And this is excellent coffee." "Enjoy it," I tell him reverently. There is a small moment of quiet. Then, putting the tray aside, he rolls me over, both hands pinning my shoulders to the mattress and knees pressing tight into my hips. I squeak in surprise and he laughs, a deep chuckle that is menacingly hot and wonderfully charismatic. Master's face above my own becomes the focal point of my reality. "Are you telling me what to do, slave?" Squeak. "Because that would be an awful idea." I find my voice suddenly. "No Master! I wouldn't do that, Master, I wouldn't, believe me, I know better than that, you're Master, I wouldn't dare to-" My whimpering monologue is cut off as he leans down and kisses me deeply, tongue invading my mouth, teeth biting down on my lower lip, fingers curling hard into the muscle of my shoulder. I respond, my lips softening as his crush mine, wriggling in pure bliss, my own tongue darting out to find his. He draws away for long enough to mutter, "Good girl." Then his mouth returns, his knee presses my thighs apart and one hand holds me down, fingers crushing and kneading my left breast. With the other hand I notice him pull on a condom, which is all the warning or warm-up I have before he slides roughly into me. Pain shoots through me as I am impaled, then a brilliant warmth starts spreading between my thighs. I gasp and moan, but I know better than to bite down or pull away from his mouth. Waves of ecstasy surge through me, something deep inside shimmering and glittering. He pulls out only to slam roughly in again, the pain in my lip increasing as he bites down hard. I arch my hips up to give him better access and he slaps my ass hard, approvingly, and moans into my mouth as he increases his speed into a regular, pounding rhythm. It doesn't take long before I'm shuddering, writhing underneath him, but I can't beg for release while he kisses me and so I squirm helplessly. His fingers find my left nipple and twist it viciously, playing roughly with the piercing. All my concentration pours into fending off the oncoming orgasm. Everything in me tenses, especially right at the core of me, which makes Master gasp so hard his mouth releases mine. Before I can form words he's trailing kisses down my neck and then sucking gently on one nipple. I open my mouth to beg and he bites down hard and all that comes out is my scream. I don't know if I scream from agony or ecstasy. It is all just part of the shivers thrumming through my body as he plays it so expertly, the pure light glistening behind my eyes. "Who do you belong to?" Master snaps suddenly. Somehow I find enough breath to shout back frantically, "You, Master! I'm yours, I'm all yours, I'm - oh God, please let me-" "Come," he orders, knowing my mind exactly, and I fall into that light, whole body spasming uncontrollably while he grips me tight. With a loud, "Fuck!" he comes again and his cock pulses inside me until we both lie, worn out, him on top of me. My breath is pushed from me from his weight on my chest, but I don't mind. Here, trapped underneath Master, I am safe and warm and owned and loved. It is perfect. My hair is being toyed with again and I love it. "You really ought to be rewarded, you've been so good this morning." With a little effort and an elbow in my chest that makes me squeal, he levers himself off and out of me and sits back against the pillows. I lie still, still trapped in my own private reverie. "What does my pet think would be a suitable reward for her?" Master asks me. I shudder as I pull myself out of my bubble, returning to the real world, and lay my head in his lap. "Am I a good girl, Master?" I dare to ask. "You most certainly are." The love and pride in his voice is unmistakable. "Then my world is already perfect," I tell him sincerely, nuzzling at him with reverence and awe at his power over me, to make me respond, to make me obey, make me so very happy. I know I am a good pet, and I know this happiness will always be mine, so long as I keep waking up in such an obedient mindset as I did today. Good Morning, Pussycat You're just waking drowsily to the morning light shining in your room. You roll over and are pleasantly greeted by the sight of me still sleeping, resting on my side with my back to you. You know that the 24 hours I spent flying to see you, the lack of sleep on the airplanes and the carnal frenzy of our first day together in 11 weeks combined with the wine we drank last night ought to ensure a deep sleep for me for at least the first two evenings of our visit. You take advantage of this quiet time to study my form from behind - the long layers of curls that share the pillow with me; my shoulders, visibly defined, tan, inviting your fingers to trace the hour glass curve they begin; the valley that my waist forms, more narrow than you recall, but emphasizing the curve beneath where my hips (and ass) flare out, calling you closer. The sheet just barely covers the slope of my rear, allowing the top to peek out at you. Your eyes have followed that long, lovely trail of my spine, all the way down to the roundness of my ass and you can't resist... You slide closer, curling up behind me, feeling the warmth of my skin, soft to the touch, yet firm. You're so hard, just being near me, feeling my body against yours... Your hands glide the length of my body, feeling every curve as if for the first time. You hear me moan softly in approval, and are rewarded by the sensation of me pushing back against you to feel your hardness. The tip of your dick presses between my thighs, finding my wetness ready and waiting. You feel more than a little proud to hear a rather aroused sounding gasp escape my lips. Emboldened by this encouragement given my half sleeping state, you reach around me to feel my breasts. You touch my hard nipples, pinching and tugging at them as the weight of my breast fills your cupped hand. You bury your face in my neck, kissing my ear, my neck, my shoulders. The feel of my hair, the fresh scent of it mingling with the warm, erotic scent of my body, goes to your head. You press your hips forward, harder, rubbing the tip of your dick along the smoothness of my pussy until it is poking its way at my entrance. I'm moaning more now, slightly more coherent, entirely aroused, but lingering in that state between dreaming and awake. As you press forward your cock grows even harder, unwilling to yield, compelled by a need to feel me, to enter me, to join me. You can not wait anymore, whatever concern you had of waking me, any notion or doubt whatsoever about what I want has evaporated in the heat between us now. No, you're satisfied that I want exactly the same thing you want... and with that, in one powerful thrust you enter me fully, deeply, completely, moaning lustfully as you do. You are stroking every inch of my wetness with your cock that has waited so long to feel me again. The pleasure of feeling that completeness, that perfect fit, my god that fit... you had nearly forgotten that feeling, the moment you enter me, how we fit each other's body so exquisitely. The feel of you inside me fills me, my body is yours, responding involuntarily to your primal energy... taking you deeper and deeper into the depths of my wetness. You are completely in control, I am yours, and you know that now my body is for your pleasure... and that thought alone could bring you to a toe curling orgasm right now. But you pause and reflect. Rather than driving this need home right now, surrendering to the urgency you feel, you decide to see how far you can go with this lusty half dream state I am in. You continue tugging and pinching my nipples, enjoying my moans of approval, but now you pull back, slipping your cock from inside me to rub me from behind. You find my asshole tight, almost daring you to enter it. You slide your dick, slippery from my wetness, along the impossibly tight entrance. My moans turn to whimpers as you tease me there, your hands now tugging and kneading my ass cheeks in an attempt to loosen the entrance you want so much.... You continue to press forward simultaneously, relaxing my back side until the head of your swollen cock pops in, engulfed in the tightest, hottest sensation you could imagine. You have to stop for a moment and regain your composure just so you don't shoot your load right now. You begin rocking slowly, slipping deeper and deeper into the depths of my ass as you stretch me open. You are overwhelmed by the sensation of taking my ass, making it yours with every stroke, taking you closer and closer as you pump deeper and deeper. My whimpers are now flat out moans as I struggle to gain my bearings. The sensation is stunning, erotic, intense, painful and delicious all at once. "Uhhhhhhmmmmm, oh my god, that feels so good! Oh my god, fuck my ass...fuck me harder!" Hearing me cry out for you in that way, you can not stop now... Your orgasm is building deep inside you, ready to boil over, and you can't hold back. You feel my hand between my legs, knowing it's my finger rubbing my clit while you pump deeply into my ass, getting ready to cum with you. You grab my hips and pull me back impaling my ass completely on the length of your hard cock... You are over the edge, erupting in orgasm, shooting your cum deep in my ass, welcomed by own screams, "oh god! I'm cuming, ohhhhhh!" while you continue to pump, drawing out the feeling of my ass swallowing your cock, pulsing tightly around it as my orgasm draws out, wracking my body... Your whole body shakes until you are spent, quivering and tingling.... As you collapse next to me, you muster just enough energy to slide closer to my face, kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear, "Good morning pussycat..."