The sun was just starting to disappear into the horizon, the sky turning a brilliant hue of pinks, purple's and red's. It was the first rest stop in over 45 minutes and Janis had to go, she'd been holding it since she passed the last rest stop.
Pulling off the interstate, she passed the rows of tractor trailers, then the campers, then finally the cars parked in front of the squat, brick building. Luckily there was a place to park right in front, and she turned into it. The engine had barely stopped when she was out of the door and hurrying to the rest room. With all the vehicles parked out front, she prayed to herself that there would be a stall free. She had to go, and she had to go bad.
Almost bursting through the rest room doors, she smiled to herself when she saw all the stalls were empty, and hurried to the second stall. Usually she would have wiped off the seat but this time she couldn't wait. She was unbuckling her belt with one hand as she closed the door with her other. The rest room had a clean, bleachy smell, but she wasn't going to take any chances. As soon as her jeans were down to her thighs, she squatted six inch's above the seat and let her bladder go. She let her head hang down on to her chest as the relief flooded through her. It took a full two minutes for her to relieve herself and she was almost panting from the empty feeling.
Standing up, Janis grabbed some paper and wiped herself. She winced from the pain from that simple act. Her pussy was going to be sore for a couple of day's, Kevin had seen to that. Throwing the paper into the toilet, she flushed before pulling up her jeans.
Her hips were still a little tight from being tied spread eagle for so long last night, but she knew that would go away long before the bruises on her inner thighs. She would savor those bruises for as long as they marked her skin, they would remind her of how much Kevin loved her.
Her eye's started tearing up as she went over to the sink and began washing her hands. Kevin would just about be getting home and she wondered if He would even know she was gone. Probably not, she told herself as she splashed some cold water on her face. He'd probably just be angry that He had to get His own beer. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, that was His problem, not hers, she told herself. If He liked that fucking computer more then her, then He could have it!
She should have just thrown it out in the front yard just like she promised Him. Then He would have paid her more attention. The area between her legs began to get warm. He would have blistered her butt, she thought with a warm smile as she pulled some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped her hands and patted her face dry.
Walking out of the ladies room, she felt her eye's tearing up again, for the thousandth time since she left Kevin. No matter what He said, those files she found on the computer told her He was looking for a new slave, and they were all younger women! She'd given Him four years of service, didn't they count for anything, she wondered.
When they first met, Bondage and Discipline was just a fantasy, D/s just a life style she craved. She knew she was hard to train, but she did her best. She was pretty proud that when He first tied her to the bed and caned her she couldn't last more then ten minutes before she used her safe word, and now she was able to last a whole session, four or five hours.
She just knew she pleased Master. The way He held her after a session, kissing her lip's tenderly while He soothed her welts and red splotched skin. He wouldn't have massaged her shoulders and hips after a prolonged session where she was tied spread eagle for hours. No, he wouldn't have done that if she didn't please Him.
She did everything He asked, from kneeling beside his easy chair, naked, while He watched TV. To sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed when He was angry with her. She'd only had to do that twice, and they were the two most miserable nights of her life. Not the discomfort of having to sleep on the floor, that wasn't very pleasant, but it was the thought that she had displeased Master. That hurt more then anything.
She remembered the first time it happened. She had accidentally spilled coffee on some papers He had brought home from work. He ranted and raved about two weeks worth of work destroyed, and she had to go open her big mouth saying He shouldn't have brought work home. Work was for the office.
He tied her to the beam in the spare bedroom and caned her until her lower back and thighs were crisscrossed with welts. The space between her legs started getting mushy just thinking about it. When He finished punishing her, He let her down from her bonds and just stood there glaring at her as she cried and begged forgiveness.
"Not tonight, pet. You've disgraced yourself and dishonored me. You'll sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed tonight and think about what you've done." He said standing over her. The memory of how big and powerful He looked with His fists resting on His hips brought more moisture between her legs. God, how she loved that man!
The next morning He woke up with His usual hard on, and while she laid shivering on the floor, He yanked her up by the hair and masturbated into her mouth. He made her kneel there with His cum puddled on her tongue, her mouth open to show she hadn't swallowed it, while He wiped his cock all over her face to dry himself off. Then He went off to take a shower, telling her if she spilled even a drop while He was gone, she would be sleeping on the floor for the rest of the week.
He took his time showering while she knelt there with her mouth open and His precious fluid getting cold on her tongue. But she didn't spill a drop. When He finished showering, He came back into the bedroom and checked on her. He didn't say a word until He was finished dressing, then He stood up and walked over to her. Seeing His cum still on her tongue pleased Him and he smiled.
"Okay, pet. You may swallow."
At the time she thought it was one of the foulest thing she ever tasted. Cold cum doesn't taste anything like it does when it comes straight from the source, she didn't know if it was because of the air hitting it, or what, but it had a strong bleachy and salty taste that filled her head.
She smiled as she climbed back into her car. It was amazing how now she loved anything that came from His body. He wasn't into shit play, which she thanked God for, but anything else was okay in His mind, and which she agreed.
She started her car and pulled out of the parking space. She remembered how revolted she was when He first peed on her, but even she had to agree how erotic it was having Him stand over her in the bathtub, then watching the piss slit open up and that pale yellow stream being directed all over her tit's and pussy. She came from just that small amount of pressure on her clit.
He didn't have her drink it that first time, that was the kind of, kind, considerate Master He was. He let her get used to it running over her face and body a few times before He showed her that there was nothing wrong with drinking pee once in a while. Doctors said piss was cleaner then what was in your mouth at any given time.
She pulled back out onto the interstate and remembered that first time. He made her kneel in the tub and gently held her chin.
"Pet, today your going to taste my pee for the first time. I hope you grow to love it." He said.
All she could say was, "Yes, Master." She didn't want to tell Him that the sheer wickedness of having Him pee on her, made her want to taste it, which she did, licking off a few drops when He wasn't looking. She had to admit it didn't taste that bad, at least not as bad as cold cum.
"Open up, pet." He said as His stream hit her face. She did and was rewarded with a mouth full of piss which ran out of her mouth and down her chest. When He was finished, He shook himself off and told her to swallow, which she obediently did. And she was surprised it really didn't taste that bad.
She shifted the gears smoothly as she got up to speed. Her pussy was now wet from her thoughts. She even got to the point that she liked His piss, she thought. It seemed as if she couldn't wait for Him to drink a few beer's and while relaxing in His easy chair, just pull out His perfect cock and tell her to open up. She drank it down easily although a few drops would escape from the corners of her mouth. It didn't happen that often, Him peeing in her mouth, but she looked forward to it when it did.
Damn, she thought, she was a good slave! Why would He be going on line to find another slut! She was a damn good whore for Him, He even said it a few times Himself. She smiled and blushed as she passed a tractor trailer. Four years ago she couldn't even imagine calling herself a slut and whore. But with Masters training, she now saw that that was what she was, at least for Him. Her love for Him had grown so much that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Him. And He knew it!
He was the Master, and she was the lowly slave. Just the way it was supposed to be, she thought. She remembered when He first fucked her in the ass. She would never allow any guy next to that hole, but when Master explained that she was His to do with as He pleased, that all of her holes were to be used only for His pleasure, she couldn't help but agree. She was His, anything and everything He wanted to do to her had to be acceptable as far as she could see, and she obediently turned over and offered Him her back virginity.
Even though He spent a lot of time getting her ready, using a lot of lube in and around her ass, fingering her with one, two, then three fingers, the pain she felt was excruciating. It felt as if He'd stuck a log in her when He first pushed His cock head in. She remembered that she screamed so loud that He had to gag her. It wasn't so bad after that first penetration, her anal canal stretched enough to make it somewhat enjoyable. Well, it was enjoyable just because of the position she was in. It was embarrassing and humiliating to be laying ass up in bed with Master seeing her most private hole.
But He liked it when she was embarrassed and humiliated. She wouldn't admit it to Him, but she secretly craved that kind of embarrassment. She absolutely loved being humiliated by Him. In bed afterwards, He always brought her to such exquisite and prolonged orgasms that her ovary's would cramp. She didn't know how He did it, but He always made her cum like a machine gun.
Looking down at the speedometer, she saw the Jaguar was doing 110 and she slowed it down to 80. There was no need for her to get a ticket just because Master was looking for another women. He could look all He wanted to, but deep down in her heart she knew He'd never find a better partner. His long, thick cock was just made for all of her holes, her mouth, her ass and her pussy.
The next exit ramp was coming up, and she smoothly down shifted to fourth gear. She watched the rpm's almost red line as the car slowed to sixty. She easily glided off the interstate. She wasn't going to just run away from Him. She was going to stand and fight for her Master.
Janis turned onto the overpass doing 40, shifting gears and letting the engine slow her down as she turned back onto the ramp going home to Master. She'd never been the type to turn tail and run without a fight. And Master was worth a fight. He protected her and cared for her, just like He said he would.
She shot out onto the interstate in third gear, the engine screaming at 5500 rpm's before she clicked the Jaguar into fourth gear. She was up to 90 within a few seconds and slipped it into fifth gear and settled back for the ride home.
It was going to be humiliating coming home after leaving that note, but right then she didn't care. It was going to be a different kind of humiliation then she was used to, but what did it matter. She would do whatever it took to get Master back.
She thought back to the first time He humiliated her in public. They'd gone out to dinner with another Dom friend of Master's, a guy named John. Master had told her to dress in her shortest skirt with no panties that night, and she was a little apprehensive. They'd never played their little games out in public before and the thought that John would be a witness to them left her a little breathless. . . and excited.
Master had been the perfect host all through Dinner, His class and sophistication had made her proud. John, on the other hand, had been crass and boorish. He ogled her all through dinner, turning any conversation they were having into sex talk, dirty sex talk, the kind that Janis felt uncomfortable with out in public. But Master, being the Master, quickly turned the conversation back to safe ground effortlessly. By the end of dinner, she could tell that even Master was becoming bored with John. He was short and curt when answering Johns questions and comment's, and when dessert was finally served, He turned directly to John as soon as the waiter had gone.
He was quiet for a long few seconds staring right at him and Janis noticed with satisfaction that Master's look made John squirm. Then out of nowhere He said, "Pet, raise your skirt and show John my pussy." Never taking His eye's off of him.
She remembered how shocked she was. She felt herself blushing furiously as she looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking. No one was, except John. Carefully, she raised the hem and flashed him her freshly shaved pussy, then quickly covered up. Master hadn't even looked at her, He was still staring at John with a grim look on his face. She felt herself still blushing and looked down at her lap. John was wide eyed and smiling.
"Pet, pull your skirt up and spread your legs. I'd like everybody to see what a good whore I have." He said, still staring at John. There was no humor in His voice and she wondered what was happening as she did as she was told. The thought that anybody could see her if they looked was humiliating, but nobody looked in their direction except John. He was almost drooling.
"Yeah, you slut. Now play with yourself." John whispered horsely.
Before she could even turn her head to look at Master, He reached across the table and grabbed John by the collar, almost yanking him across the table so they were face to face. "Please cover yourself, pet." He said into Johns face. Everybody in the restaurant turned to look at Master, which gave her the time to cover herself.
"Don't you ever talk to my women like that again." He whispered so softly that she had a hard time hearing it. By that time, a few of the staff were rushing over, and He just pushed John back into his seat. John looked a little dazed, while Master was glaring at him. Janis couldn't ever remember him looking so angry. Master reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. He dropped two, hundred dollar bills onto the table just as the restaurant staff surrounded the table. He gently pulled her to her feet and led her out of the restaurant with out a word to anybody.
When they got to the car He turned her towards Him. "When I tell you to show my pussy, I don't want you to look around before doing it. Do you understand me?" He asked, still angry about the confrontation with John.
She nodded her head and looked at the ground like a good whore.
"Good. Now take that damn skirt off!" He ordered as he unlocked the door. Master brought her to two good orgasms on the way home, but of course she had to pay for them when they got home. She remembered being sore for a week after that.
That memory made her spread her legs and run a finger between her spread thighs. That's why he was the Master, she thought. She was interrupted by the shrill ring of the phone on the dashboard. Her hand shook when she saw it was Master and she swallowed before answering it.
"Hello."
"We have to talk, pet." Masters voice was cool, calm and collected. The sound made her pussy itch.
"Yes, Sir."
"Where are you?"
"On the interstate heading home, Sir."
"Very good. I should tell you the tone of this letter," She heard the paper rattle through the phone, "is very disturbing."
"Yes, Sir. I didn't mean for it to be." She lied.
"Do you think I am yours?" He asked in His soft voice that had a tinge of anger in it.
She thought for a second and thought, what the hell. "Yes, Sir. I do."
There was silence for a few seconds, and then Master laughed. "We'll discuss this when you get home. But I'm afraid you won't like the consequences should you decide to stay."
"Yes, Master. I've already decided to stay if you'll have this miserable whore back."
"We'll discuss this when you get home." The phone went dead in her hand.
She replaced the handset back in the cradle before putting both hands on the steering wheel and winding the Jaguar up to a hundred and ten.
What was she thinking when she wrote that note, she wondered. Her and Master were soul mates. It was unthinkable that the two of them should be apart. At times she needed His lash as much as she needed to breath, and Master would know it. Just as she knew when Master needed to let off some steam with her.
Her pussy itched as she raced home. The soreness in her joints were forgotten. As was her bruised thighs and pussy. Their session last night lasted for two and a half hours, not a marathon for the two of them by any stretch of the imagination, but it was very satisfying. She wasn't so sure about tonight, though.
Master could be cruel when he was angry.
The drive home took half the time. She pushed the Jaguar almost to it's limits. Twice she looked down at the speedometer and found she was doing a hundred and thirty, and she still had plenty of gas pedal. The tachometer sat at 3500 rpms, red line was 6500.
When she got off the interstate, it felt as if everybody was just creeping along. She sighed in frustration, the longer she was away from Master, the angrier he was going to be. It felt as if it took an eternity before she finally turned into the driveway. Her heart pounded in her chest as she punched in the four number code to open the gates, then slowly made her way down the twisting driveway.
For some reason she expected Master to be standing at the front door when she parked in front, but wasn't surprised when he wasn't. It was one of those things that infuriated her, his feigned indifference. He was probably sitting in his study, doing some kind of work as he sipped his beer, she thought as she jumped out of the Jaguar and almost ran to the double front doors.
She had been gone for a little more then an hour, maybe an hour and a half, yet she felt as if it had been a lifetime. As she eased open the front door and slid in, she felt the welcome familiarity one feels after being away on an extended vacation and finally getting home. She felt at peace with herself.
Softly closing the front door, she turned and almost jumped at the sight of Master standing at the end of the hall with His arms folded across His chest. She couldn't see His features in the dim light, and had to hold herself back from running down the hall and jumping into His arms. Her breath felt as if it had been punched out of her chest as they stood there looking at each other. Then ever so slowly, He opened His arms and held them out to her.
With that one gesture it felt as if a thousand pounds of worry and anxiety had been removed from her shoulders. She almost yelped in happiness as she ran the forty feet into his arms. She buried her face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt so strong as He held her to Him, in His arms she felt so safe and protected. She wanted to crawl into His skin as she hugged Him tighter. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks as she realized how afraid she'd been. Now she was safe and secure.
They stood swaying in the hallway just holding each other for ten minutes without saying a word. Then she felt his erection rubbing against her stomach and instinctively started sensually rubbing against him. The tears started again as she realized he still desired her. The trembling started in her legs. What was she thinking?
She hated breaking their embrace but she was the worthless whore. If Master was excited it was her job to keep him happy. She pulled out of his arms, and started fumbling with shaking fingers to unzip his pants, it seemed to take forever. Finally she wrestled it out of his pants. She stroked him a few times before daring to look up at his face. A serene smile was on it.
She sunk to her knee's and instantly took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the crown. He wasn't happy with that, and put His hand on the back of her head and pushed her down the length. She gagged as it entered her throat but she suppressed it. He loved seeing her gag.
Janis went up and down the length a few times before Master grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her off his cock and to her feet.
"Not so fast, little one." He said taking her back in his arms. "We have a little matter to discuss. What was the meaning of that letter you left for me?" He asked as she rested her head against his chest.
Christ! She forgot all about that letter! His erection was still poking against her stomach and the only thing she could think of was that only her flimsy blouse separated it from her skin. "Nothing, Master. I was just feeling insecure. I'm sorry. Please forgive this miserable whore."
He gently put His hands on her shoulders, and moved her away from Him. She looked at the ground like a good slave was supposed to . . . the way she was trained to do. She could see his erection sticking obscenely out of the fly of his pants and she wanted nothing more then to worship it. Her breathing became erratic as she tried, although failing, to not look at it.
"Are you not my property?" He asked, softly.
"Yes, Master. I belong only to you."
"So why were you feeling insecure? Look at me, pet." He ordered.
She raised her eye's and looked at his face. How she wanted to just kiss those lips, feel them against hers. "I found those web site's you visited. . ."
"Oh, those. The company's server had been compromised. The IT people are looking into it as we speak." He explained with a shake of his head. "Everybody's computer had something like that on it. But that doesn't excuse what you did. You should have come and discussed it with me, first."
"Yes, Master. I should have. I'm sorry."
"In the future, your to come to me before taking off like a scared deer."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. But you do know you have to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir." A thrill went through her. She could feel her nipples getting tight and moisture starting to form between her legs. Why did she always get excited when Master was going to punish her?
"Be a good girl and go to the spare bedroom. I want you naked by the time I get there."
"Yes, Sir." She said with a smile. There were six spare bedrooms but she knew which one he was talking about. She started peeling off her blouse as she ran up the stairs.
She stood in the middle of the room with her hands clasped behind her back, her legs spread while looking at the floor when Master came in. He didn't say a word, just looked her up and down for a few minutes before going to the foot locker in the corner. She wanted to see what He was getting but didn't move.
She heard the key's jangle as he unlocked it and she felt the nervous anticipation she always did when they were about to start a session, but she trusted Master absolutely. She heard him rustling around in it for a few moments before suddenly he was standing beside her. She couldn't suppress the moan that came from her lips as he ran a hand down her back and into the crack of her ass. She felt the probing of his finger at her secret place and bent a little at the waist to give him more room. The smack on her ass was sudden and unexpected. She bit her lip to keep quiet.
"Your still pretty marked up from yesterday, pet." He said as he rubbed the spot he just spanked with the palm of his hand.
"Yes, Master." She had to force herself to breath as He caressed her bottom. A drop of liquid threatened to drip down her thighs as he ran a finger between her legs. She waited expectantly for him to enter her with his finger, but instead spread some of her juices up to her back hole. A shiver went through her when he removed his hand. She held her breath waiting for the next spank to come.
"Arms in the air." He commanded. She immediately raised her hands. She continued looking at the ground as he fastened the wrist cuffs on her. Excitement raced through her body as she felt the ropes being attached to the cuffs. That drop of liquid between her legs started it's slow journey down her thighs, tickling her as it went. She wanted desperately to wipe it away, but Master was already beginning to loop the end of the rope through the eye bolt in the ceiling. It took less then thirty seconds before she was suspended on her tippy toes.
She tried with all her might to keep her eye's diverted to the ground when Master walked in front of her, but when he ran his hands lightly across her breasts, she was forced to look up. She needed more pressure against her nipples, and when her eye's met His, she understood it was going to be a long few hours. A groan rumbled somewhere deep in her chest.
He looked deep into her eye's for a long few moments. "The house felt empty when you weren't home." He said quietly. "I didn't like the feeling at all, you had me worried." He said as he tickled her nipples with the strands of the cat of nine tails in his hand. "Your not to do that ever again, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master. It was a stupid mistake. Your whore had no intention of making you worry. I'm sorry, I'll never. . ."
"Quiet!" He spat out. "Not another word from you!" He said as he roughly grabbed her hard nipple and twisted it. Her eye's teared from the pressure, but a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She arched her back and closed her eye's as he continued twisting it.
And as suddenly as he had grabbed it, he let it go which snapped her eye's open wide. He had a loving smile on his face which was only inch's from hers. He lightly kissed her lips as he ran his hands over her breasts again.
"I love you, pet." He whispered as he ran his hand down across her stomach and cupped her sex.
"I love you, too, Master." The words came out raspy and a little breathlessly and she was rewarded with a small smile. He trailed His finger through her folds and rested it on her nub. She gasped as He lightly circled it. She tried to bear down on it to get some friction but He quickly withdrew it.
He kissed her again, then lightly trailed kisses down her neck until He was at her breasts. He lightly bit one nipple, then the next. Each bite set a flashbulb off behind Janis's closed eyes. Her mouth fell open as she struggled to get some air into her lungs. He cupped her breasts tightly as He stood straight.
The feeling of Masters hands on her breasts felt wonderful and she dared open her eye's for a second. Her Master, the love of her life, her reason for being let go of her breasts and stepped to the side. She prepared herself for the sting of the cat, but instead, her Master produced her gag from out of nowhere.
"Open up," He whispered. She did as she was told and her Master inserted the ball into her mouth. Stepping behind her, He pulled the straps tight, tighter then He usually did, forcing the corners of her mouth back. Then He slipped the blindfold over her head and she was plunged into darkness.
She heard the hiss of the cat just as the first blow landed. She involuntarily arched her back, lifting her feet off the ground as the second blow landed. She cried out but the gag in her mouth stifled it.
"Now, now, pet. You knew you were going to have to be punished." He said as He ran His hand gently over the welts she knew were there. With his other hand he cupped her sex and ever so gently, began circling her clit. She could feel the orgasm starting in her toes as He spread her juices over the little nub, pushing it from side to side. Her muscles tightened as the first wave of pleasure started pulsing through her. Before she could reach her peak, He pulled His hand away, leaving her gasping and twisting in her bonds. He ran his hand gently up to her breasts, much too gently to give her that relief she needed, and lightly circled her nipple with one finger.
It was a tease. She needed that pressure that never came. Ever so slowly she came down from her plateau, taking deep, even breaths, through her nose. She concentrated on the soft circles He was making around her nipples when she suddenly realized the pressure was becoming a little harder.
Then she felt Him run a finger between the cheeks of her ass. A moan was caught in her throat as He palmed her breast. He reached between her legs at the same time and brought some of her juices up to her back hole. His hand on her breast became rougher as he kept reaching between her legs and bringing her juices up to her ass. The two sensations had her mind reeling.
When she thought about the hand on her breast, he would gently poke at her puckered ass. When she tried to open up her asshole for Him, he would roughly squeeze her nipple. When her attention was brought back to her breasts, he'd poke again at her ass. Her arousal started growing again when he reached between her legs from the back and poked at her sensitive nub. It was as if He was reading her mind.
That touch between her legs seemed to shoot up to her brain. She held her breath waiting for that tumble over the edge, she was so close. It was just when she thought she was going to tumble over that ledge, He pulled both hands away from her body. She hung by her wrists, trembling and groaning in frustration.
And then He was lightly running his hands over her body. It felt comforting as she started her downward climb and she allowed herself to breath again. Every part of her body was tingling in anticipation. It took her a few minutes before she realized that the moans she was hearing was coming from her.
Master took her up and down that ladder for the better part of an hour. Every nerve in her body screamed for relief. His once comforting rubbing of her body now seemed to only fuel her excitement. Every place he touched her felt like an electric shock that went straight to her sex. Her jaws ached from trying to open her mouth wider to get a breath of air.
She was hanging limp from the rope above her head. Even the slight breeze that Master created walking around her made her twitch in anticipation. It felt as if every nerve in her body was on the surface of her skin. Perspiration ran down her body in rivers, leaving cool tracks as it made it's way to the floor. Her juices mingled with her sweat leaving the inside of her thighs feeling sticky.
Mercifully, Master finally started unbuckling the gag. Her body quivered in exhaustion when the ball was removed from her mouth, she didn't even have the energy to lift her head when Master slipped the blindfold off. She was taking huge gulps of soothing, cool air when Master lifted her head with his forefinger. She managed to open her eye's to see Masters smiling ones.
"I'm sorry I had to punish you, pet." He whispered before lightly kissing her lips.
"This. . . whore needed it." She managed to gasp between gulps of air.
"Please don't ever do that again. I need you here." He said looking deep into her eye's. She managed a smile before he slipped his finger between her legs.
She didn't need to be brought back up that ladder. She had been hanging over the cliff for the last half hour, never really being pulled back, just sort of being suspended there, and that finger was enough to push her over the edge.
Through her exhaustion she managed to grunt as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded in her head. Wave after wave of relief flooded through her as her body jerked in her bonds. The sounds that came from her throat were inhuman as she arched her back and succumbed to the orgasm that seemed to wash over her body. She didn't even get a chance to savor her orgasm's as they came one after the other. She couldn't tell when one ended and the other began, if they even had a beginning and an end. It felt as if it was just one, warm wave covering her. There were moments where she was conscious of rising to the surface to grab a breath of air, but just as quickly the wave closed in again.
She was aware of the last peak before slipping into oblivion.
Her body ached as the sun streaming through the window the next morning woke her. She managed to roll over on her back with a groan and laid looking up at the ceiling. She was still exhausted, but for the first time in weeks, felt totally sated. Her thoughts went straight to Master. He hadn't been satisfied last night and she started thinking of what she could do for him to show her appreciation for all he did for her.
She'd start by greeting him at the door naked and on her knees. . .
