A Very Good Morning

I woke gradually, feeling the woman I loved pressed against my back, arms around me, holding me. I smiled, hugging her hands more tightly, wanting no space between our bodies. We lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying the heat, the warmth, the security.

Slowly, the stillness was broken as I felt her begin grinding her pelvis against my ass. It was barely perceptible at first, but then it became rougher. As she ramped up her humping, she held me tighter, squeezing me, possessing me. I began to feel less like her beloved girlfriend, and more like an object, her desire taking over her emotions. And I liked it. A lot.

She rolled me over forcefully, pinning me to the bed, on top of me. Her full weight pressed me into the bed with each thrust, and while she didn't have the body parts for penetration, I felt possessed by her.

Abruptly, she rolled me back over and grabbed my arms. She roughly pulled them to the top of the bed, pinning my wrists together. She kissed me forcefully, forcing her mouth down hard on mine.

After a couple of minutes, she pulled away, dragging my lip with her teeth as she did so, causing me to raise my head up until she painfully let go.

I gasped. She re-attacked, her mouth on my neck now, licking, sucking, biting. I writhed under her, helpless. The sounds coming from my mouth were involuntary and perhaps a bit too loud. I would have hoped the neighbors weren't hearing me, but I was already lost to coherent thought, my desire matching her own.

She raised herself up and I saw her eyes glance around the room. "What are you-?" I started to ask, wanting to be helpful in finding what she was looking for, but she slapped my face. Not too hard, just enough to get my attention. I did not finish the question.

"I did not give you permission to speak, sub," she said firmly.

I almost said I was sorry, but didn't, as I remembered at the last minute that I did not have permission to speak.

"Do not move," she practically growled, rolling off me. I obeyed, watching her as she pulled her clothes off and tossed them to the floor, then retrieved some bondage rope.

She climbed back up on the bed. "Strip," she ordered, looking down at me hungrily. I did. When I didn't move fast enough, she grabbed my clothes and helped me tear them off more quickly.

As soon as were both naked, she re-mounted me, sitting on my chest as she tied my wrists together and secured them to the middle of the bedframe above my head. She made sure I was bound safely and securely, checking how tight the rope pressed into my skin, clearly not fully lost to passion, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Remember the traffic light system," she said. I nodded.

Now, she took a moment to assess me, her eyes roaming over my face. Her hands went to my breasts, grabbing them forcefully, rubbing, groping, her fingers eventually teasing the nipples. They were incredibly sensitive, and I began bucking, my noises getting louder, which only seemed to urge her on further. I was dripping, making a mess on the sheets.

Her mouth returned to my ear, driving me absolutely wild. She paused to breathe into my ear, her hot breath tickling in the most delicious way.

"You're mine," she growled.

I nodded.

"Say it," she demanded.

"I'm y-yours," I barely got out.

She bit my ear hard, then, "Wrong answer."

"I'm yours, Mistress!" I whimpered.

"Better," she said with an obvious smile, licking a little more.

After several more minutes, she finally stopped, and sat up on me, looking down with a cruel smile. "What do you want?" she asked.

"I want you," I gasped.

"How do you want me?"

"However you want, Mistress. I am yours. I want to please you."

"Of course you do. You're my little slut," she said with a smile.

"I'm your slut," I agreed.

"My wanton whore," she said."

"I'm your a whore."

"You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm your dirty whore."

She tsked her tongue and her tone shifted suddenly to one that was almost anger. "Do you think I only deserve a whore?"

I was taken aback. "Um, I didn't mean... I just-" I stammered.

"You don't think I deserve a quality partner?"

"Of course! You're incredible, Mistress. I-"

"You're right. I do. I deserve the best. Are you the best?"

"No, Mistress," I said a bit sadly.

"I think you could be," she said. "I'm going to give you a chance to prove yourself."

"Thank you," I said, hope reigniting.

"Color?" she asked.

"Green," I said.

"Good. I'll let you prove yourself. But not yet," she said.

She sat up, re-positioning herself to sit on my chest. She stopped with her pussy so close to my mouth. So, so close. But just out of reach. I know, because as she continued to sit there, unmoving, the smell of her sex invading my nostrils, I opened my mouth eagerly, stretching my neck, my tongue, but unable to quite touch her.

She laughed cruelly. "You didn't earn it yet, bitch," she said. "Look at me."

My eyes locked into hers. She spit in my face. I was disgusted and turned on.

"Open," she demanded.

I opened my mouth and she spit again. She missed, but she gathered up another attempt and got the second one right in. "Swallow," she ordered. I did.

Smiling, her fingers touched her breasts, playing with them, looking down and holding my gaze the entire time. "Don't you dare look away," she demanded as her hands slowly traveled lower. I could feel her dampness on my skin and knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Her hand reached her sex and she began to tease herself. Her breath caught. She began to moan as she pleasured herself, fingers in her folds. Obediently, I kept my eyes on her face and didn't look down, tempted as I might be.

She switched hands and rubbed the wet one on my face, rubbing a finger just under my nose to lodge the smell firmly there. "Open," she demanded. I opened my mouth and she shoved her fingers inside, insisting I clean them with my tongue. I began writhing again, the taste of her driving me nearly insane. She watched with satisfaction.

"That was adequate. Do you think you've earned pleasing me yet?"

"No, Mistress," I said a little sadly.

"Of course not. But I'm going to give you the chance anyway."

"Thank you, Mistress!" I responded immediately.

"You're welcome, my little slut."

She slid up onto her knees, moving her pussy to cover my mouth. Then she pressed down and allowed my tongue into her folds. It was everything I wanted, and I buried myself in her hairy mound, sticking my tongue deep inside as I licked and slurped at her meaty pussy lips.

She began to grind again, as she had this morning, but this time on her face. She added more of her weight, and I soon couldn't lick at all. I just kept my mouth open and let her ride me, pressing down as she used my face as her toy.

"Color?" she asked at one point.

"Blue!" I practically screamed. She nodded and kept going.

By the time she came, I could barely breathe. I desperately hung on, happy to be used, glad to be bringing her pleasure, even involuntarily. With a scream, she finished hard, her juices dripping down my visage.

She slid down and rolled off, landing beside me heavily, arms draped around me, head beside mine. I gasped and resumed breathing normally again, filled with the warmth of having participated in pleasing my Mistress.

For several minutes, neither of us moved, our hearts slowly calming down. Finally, she raised her head and looked at me.

"That was incredible," she said.

"For me, too," I agreed.

"Really?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I said with a huge smile.

"Your hands must be aching," she said with concern.

"A little," I admitted.

"Do you still want to be restrained?" she asked. "Or would you rather I free you?"

"Restrained, please, Mistress."

"All right, slut. But we're going to readjust you, give your arms a break." She untied my wrists, rubbing them and kissing them gently, making sure I was OK. Then she slid off the bed to retrieve four sets of soft cuffs. Now, she positioned me spread-eagled, each limb secured with cuffs to a different corner.

"Do you want to know what I'm about to do to you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said eagerly.

"Too bad, bitch," she said. She pulled out a blindfold out and secured it over my eyes. Then she stuffed a gag roughly into my mouth, securing it.

"I'm going to watch your hands," she said. "Make a fist if it gets to be too much. Understand?" I nodded.

I felt her weight leave the bed. She was rummaging in our toy chest, but I had no idea what she would be doing. Until I felt the Wartenberg wheel on my hand.

I gasped as the sharp metal bit into my skin. She rolled it slowly around my palm, over my wrist, down my arms, up my shoulder. Then she repeated it on the other side. She rolled down my side, causing me to squirm. Back up, then down again, eventually moving to the center and going over my breasts. When she hit my nipples, I practically screamed into the gag.

When she tired of teasing the top, she moved lower, making sure my legs got equal treatment; the bottoms of my feet. My nerves were on fire.

Abruptly she stopped and left the room. I wondered where she went. I knew she'd never abandon me, especially not while I was tired up and helpless. But the anticipation was high. I couldn't know what she was doing in the other room, and while she must have been gone less than a minute, it felt like ages.

The question was answered when I felt the ice on my nipple. I yelped. It was so cold. She teased each nipple slowly, taking her time, letting the cold, melting water drip down me.

As she removed the ice from my nipple, she blew on it with her hot breath. The switch caused me to rear up, and she laughed. She sucked on my breasts lovingly, alternately between cold and heat.

"How about this?" she asked. She slid the ice down my stomach and to my genitals. I squirmed. It was too cold, but I refused to make a fist. The agony was intense and pleasurable. Thankfully, she didn't do that for too long.

"I want to hear you scream," she said, then reached up and removed my gag.

"Y-yes, Mistress," I said. But she didn't wait for my answer. Her mouth had already gone down to replace the ice, and my moans started almost immediately. I bit my lip to stifle them, and she used her teeth to communicate to me that I should not be doing that. So, I allowed the sounds of my beautiful agony to fill the room freely, losing self-consciousness as I was overtaken by pleasure.

Her licking and sucking got more intense. I was in heaven, writhing and groaning and pulling against my bonds.

"Color?" she asked.

"Blue! So blue!"

She stopped. Why had she stopped? I whimpered, wanting her to continue, but I felt her weight leave the bed. I wanted to ask what was going on, but before I could she returned, her mouth back on me, but joined by another feeling.

Above where she was licking, I felt the vibrator on my most sensitive spot. The feelings ramped up even more, and I was gasping, panting, not sure how much I could take. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I bucked, held down by her and the cuffs.

"Oh, goddess!" I moaned, alternating with "fucks" and gasping her name.

"Do you want to cum, my dirty girl?" she paused to ask.

"YES!" I managed to get out.

"Then cum for me." She returned to her dual ministrations and I lost myself completely, every nerve on fire. I let the wave overtake me, shrieking at the top of my lungs as my body rocked with excruciating bliss of the type I wasn't sure I could handle, but somehow did.

As I came back down to earth, she turned off the vibrator but continued licking just a little. Slow, gentle, helping me return to earth.

Eventually, she removed all my restraints and guided me into curling up against her, burying myself in her. She was just as good a caretaker as she was a Domme, and I loved her for it.

"How was that?" she asked when my breathing had returned to something close to normal.

"Incredible," I breathed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Liv," she said, kissing my mouth.

It lasted more than a few seconds, but it was comfortable, not needy as it had been before.

As she slowly pulled back, she looked at me with a devilish grin and asked, "Ready for round two?"

"Um...," I said, equal parts nervous and intrigued, but unsure if I was capable at the moment.

"I'm kidding. You're going to at least make me breakfast first."

I smiled and said with genuine sincerity, "It would be my pleasure, Mistress."