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"Go take a nap," he told me a few hours ago. Maybe it was the dark circles under my eyes or the way that I was practically sleeping on his shoulder standing up that tipped him off to my exhaustion.

Little did I know that he had an ulterior motive for sending me off to bed. While I slept peacefully M was busy with his plans; plans that he put into action as soon as I woke up.

For of course M intended me to wake up and wonder why there were soft things wrapped around my wrists and ankles, why I couldn't move my arms and legs. Handcuffs, my still-tired mind realized. With my eyes finally open I spotted him at the foot of the bed, cock already hard and waiting for me. "Hmmm, have I done something bad, Master?" I asked, letting out a sleepy yawn.

"Of course not, slave," he murmured in his deep voice. I loved that voice. "I'm just going to help my little slave relax." I struggled against my bonds playfully, and in response he crawled onto the bed, slid up my body and kissed me until I was pliant and purring against his mouth. He distracted me oh-so thoroughly so that I didn't realize he was covering my eyes with a blindfold until the fabric was pressed against my eyelids.

"Wh-- Master, you know how I feel about these," I protested, but he soothed me with another kiss. "I'll be here the entire time, slave. Just be a good little slave and relax for me." Then he kissed his way down my body until he reached my pussy. I couldn't see him, couldn't tell what M would do next, and so I had to rely on touch alone.

Over and over he licked my soft, bare skin. He spelled words with his tongue and traced shapes on my skin until I was panting and moaning. He slid two fingers inside of me and pushed upwards, stroking along until he found the spot that made my breath hitch.

He sucked on my clit until I begged for more, rubbed at that place inside of me until I begged to come. "Come for me, slave," he ordered against my skin, the words slurred by his preoccupation. I gushed against his hand as I came, feverishly rocking my hips and moaning "Master!"

By the time I'd come down he'd removed the bonds from my ankles and wrists, then crawled further up the bed to wrap his arms around me. "That was beautiful," he whispered. "Don't you want to please your Master, now? I want you to suck my cock." I could tell that I was blushing just a little, and so could he, because he whispered into my ear, "suck my cock, slave. Right now!"

But that, of course, is a story for another day.



(note: I know that many authors, whether of blogs, short stories or novels use "i" instead of "I" when writing from the perspective or for the dialogue of a slave or submissive. I am unfortunately a little OCD, and all I can think about when writing something utilizing this convention is that I'm doing it wrong! Additionally, maybe I'm what's called a "fluffy BDSM"-er, however the sort of relationship I am intending to portray via this little exercise is not a 24/7 D/s relationship. So please, do forgive my OCD-ish need to use proper spelling and grammar!)

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"I've been a bad, bad girl," I whisper oh so softly. I can feel you hardening against me with just those simple words.

"Is that so, slave? Tell me how you've been bad," you demand, even as your hand strokes over my ass - the ass you seem to love so much.

"Mmm...while you were out, I came without permission!" My voice is soft and just barely apologetic, just the way you like it. And then your hand slaps my ass and I gasp, moaning my apologies as you spank me over and over, until my skin is pink and I beg you for forgiveness, saying that I'll be a good girl, Master, if you'll just forgive me.

"Of course I forgive you. I love my slave," you murmur just before pinning me to the bed. With one hand you make sure I am dripping wet before sliding your cock into my hungry little pussy, to give me a good hard fucking.

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I want you to whisper sweet words into my ear, words like "I love you" and "you're beautiful". I want your hands all over my skin, brushing over my arms, my breasts, my hips. I want you to kiss me and tell me oh so softly that you'll always be here.

I want you to growl against my mouth that I'm yours, all yours, and that you're going to fuck me until I'm raw. I want you to wrap silk around my wrists and bind me to your bed, order me to lick, to suck, to beg for what I want.

I want to beg for your mouth on my pussy, your tongue on my clit. I want you to lick me until I scream.

Then I want you to push into me with one hard thrust and fuck me hard while you order me, "rub my clit for me, slave" (for right then all of me is yours). I want it rough, rough and deep so that I beg you to let me come and you tell me to come for you, all over your cock.

And then, of course, you'll come too, and collapse atop me, sheltering me while you whisper "good slave" and tell me you love me before we snuggle together and breathe...at least until we're ready for a second round.