“One,” I say, my voice muffled and distorted by the gag. “Count off, my dearest,” you tell me, massaging my pussy as you do so. *WHACK* The belt slaps my ass hard, and I groan. I struggle to protest, beg for lower, but the gag stifles my cries and you cup a hand to your ear. I think 20 strokes for this offense, don’t you?” “Very nice,” you murmur, and slap your hand again as I start. I bite my lip gently as you move over to the chair where you had left your pants from the night before… I can hear you slide the belt out of the loops, and I jump when you give your hand an experimental whack.
Rise and shine sleepyhead skin#
I comply instantly, and shiver to feel your hands pull my fishnets down, your hands stroking the pale skin of my ass… you pull the skirt off, and remove the fishnets, too, so I am naked except for my collar.
“On all fours, my pretty little slut,” you say softly into my ear. I feel you uncuff my hands, bringing them around to cuff in front of me. I look down and nod a little, my heart leaping as you say it. “However, you’ve disturbed my rest, and I think that’s something that ought to be punished, don’t you?” I close my eyes, moving my head into your hand for the stroking.
“You look quite lovely now, my sweet slave,” you whisper, hand smoothing over my ponytails. You kiss the ballgag in my mouth, teasing me by not touching me. I struggle to protest, but all sounds are muffled now, and after a minute I give up. “Well, here, let me do you a favor… so you won’t have to worry about reminding me about them…” You reach behind you and stand up, walking behind me and slipping the ballgag into my mouth. Running your fingertips over my collar, over the lock, you kiss my lips softly. “Good,” you reply, enjoying my fear, knowing it was tinged with curiousity. “N.n…no, Master,” I stammer, eyes going wide as you stroke your finger down, over my breasts, your fingers encircling my nipple. “You didn’t think you could interrupt my sleep without some sort of punishment, did you?” In answer, you bite my neck, and I melt into your arms as you undo my bra… suddenly I realize you’ve cuffed my hands behind my back, and you sit up, pulling me up to a kneel by you. “But… the popovers…” I protest, but not really protesting. Your hands travel up my tank top, pulling it over my head, and you stroke the black velvet bra I wear. You reach for me again, and this time I don’t expect it… I giggle as you pull me next to you, giving me a long, deep kiss. “You’re even dressed like a brat,” you comment, smiling back at me. I smile sweetly, and you take the chance to look over what I’m wearing… the tank top… the fishnets… the short skirt… and to top it all off, ponytails perched perkily on my head. You shake your head, hair still a bit tousled. “10 AM, hon! So it’s time to greet the day! It’s going by quick, don’t want to miss it!”Ī glance over to the clock confirms the time. “What time is it?” you ask me, still slightly sleepy. “Gggngh…” you mumble, turning onto your side and propping your head on one elbow to look at me. They’re best when still hot, so you’d better get up before I eat them all.” My eyes sparkle as I perch on the side of the bed. Still glaring, you sniff the air experimentally. Your face rises a little from the pillow, and the smell of baked goods wafts through the air. I sit on the edge of the bed, and you glance over at me resentfully.
“Nope, it’s time to get up!” I chirp, and you groan, rolling over and clinging to your pillow. You smile a bit dreamily, reaching for me, but I move away, laughing merrily. I nuzzle you awake, kissing your lips gently, then your neck, kissing your eyelids until they flutter open.
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