Morning



Slowly you awaken to the warmth of your Master's body.  You stretch silently, moving carefully 
beneath the soft sheets.  The cool breeze from the open window brushes your hair across your 
face, inviting you to burrow back into the warm bed.  As you slide from beneath the covers the 
crisp morning air caresses your nipples.  You feel them harden, stiffening quickly.  A chill runs 
through you as the cold breeze takes your naked body.  You briefly consider a robe, but you 
know your Master has not given you permission for clothing.  Quietly you move downstairs to the 
kitchen, starting the coffee your Master prefers.  As you move about the kitchen, making 
preparations for breakfast you become aware of your Master's eyes upon you.  Unlike you, he 
has a robe and you begin to feel the familiar warm tension of excitement between your thighs.  
Standing naked and exposed before him reminds you of his ownership of you.  "Good morning 
Master", you murmur happily.  He gazes hungrily at you as you kneel before him, softly kissing 
his feet.  You feel his hands in your hair as he guides you to a standing position, facing away from 
him.  "Close you eyes", he commands.  You close your eyes and stretch upward as his left hand 
continues to pull you upright.  You feel his right hand on your right hip.  You feel the slight 
roughness of his hand on your side as he slides it upward along your side.  You are standing 
now, stretching up onto the balls of your feet.  "Do not move, remain silent", he whispers.  You 
sway slightly as he removes his left hand from your hair, struggling to obey.  His hands are both 
upon you now, lightly roaming over your sides, upon your belly, down the inner side of your left 
leg to your ankle.  Your Master is enjoying the feel of you, the touch of his slave's skin.  I exist to 
please you in this and all things my Master, you think to yourself.  You long for him to touch your 
breasts, to grab you and throw you to the floor to use for his pleasure.  And yet you keep silent in 
your desire.  You know your Master well, he is gentle and kind by nature, but he is strict in his 
requirements.  You may not speak for he has instructed you to remain silent.  Your Master's 
hands continue to move against the cool surface of your naked body.  Finally, you feel the 
pressure of his hands cupping your breasts.  He squeezes them passionately.  His right hand 
moves downward to your inner thigh.  He strokes gently against your right leg, teasing you.  You 
whimper softly as he touches you.  Briefly you feel his hands tighten on you and you stifle the 
sounds of your desire.  Your Master releases you and you waver uncertainly as your feet begin to 
tire.  "I told you to remain silent", he says.  You long to beg his forgiveness, to scream your 
desire, but he has forbidden you to speak.  You remain silent as you await your punishment.  You 
hear his bare feet on the floor as he walks slowly around you.  "I will decide your punishment 
later", he says gently.  Your heart lifts as his hands return to your hips.  He gently presses you 
downward until you are standing normally.  You know your punishment will not be mitigated by 
what is to follow and you revel in his strict and unwavering control over you.  His hands slide 
around to grasp your ass firmly as he pulls you to him.  Still your eyes remain closed as he has 
instructed and although you cannot see, you feel your skin flush with the heat of your passion.  
Your Master pulls away slightly, then slides his arms under your knees and back, lifting you easily 
from the floor.  Slightly disoriented, you feel the hard wood of the kitchen table beneath you as he 
places you upon its surface.  You hear his feet once again on the floor as he walks from the 
room.  Quietly you await his return.  Your mind wanders as you consider things your Master might 
do to you.  Your nipples harden once again, almost painfully as you await his pleasure.  Suddenly 
you feel his hands on your arms.  You feel his leather on your wrists as he binds you.  He 
stretches your arms above your head and fastens them together, tying the other end of the straps 
to the leg of the table.  Next he fastens your ankles.  You lie helpless and silent as once again he 
walks away.  You know your Master is playing with you, that he is using you as his toy.  He is 
demonstrating his complete control over you.  You know how much he enjoys owning you and 
you feel a trembling as you think of how completely you belong to him… and…  ooohhhhnooh…. 
your muscles contract in the spasm of an orgasm as you consider his total ownership of you. You 
shiver in your surprise as your orgasm continues.  Distantly you hear your Master returning.  He 
pauses as he regards you.  You know he is watching, fully aware of what your body is betraying 
to him.  Knowing he is watching you triggers a fresh and stronger response as you strain against 
your bonds.  He watches silently as you shudder uncontrollably.  You feel one hand, strangely 
cold and damp on your shoulder.  His hand presses against you as you clinch your teeth, holding 
your silence.  "Open your mouth", your Master says.  You open your mouth, panting with the 
effort to keep quiet.  You feel your Master place a strap of leather between your lips.  "Bite on 
this", he whispers.  Gratefully, you close your teeth on the leather, biting forcefully as another 
orgasm racks your body.  You exhale heavily as your body finally begins to settle down.  Seeing 
you begin to relax, your Master removes his hand from your shoulder.  You hear the sound of ice 
in a glass and of your Master drinking from the glass.  Your Master sets the glass on the counter 
and returns to your side.  "I love owning you", he says.  He leans over and takes your breast in 
his lips.  They are cold from the ice water and you feel your passion rising again as he pulls your 
breast into his mouth.  He begins to suck passionately, running your breast into and out of his 
mouth.  His teeth playfully rub against your nipples each time he withdraws slowly.  As he enjoys 
the taste and feel of you he runs his right hand runs again to your inner thigh.  This time, 
however, he only teases you briefly before he begins to fondle you.  His fingers run in and out of 
you rhythmically.  You are wet and slick with the juices of your passion as he rubs you, bringing 
you closer to a fresh orgasm.  Sensing your growing tension, he pulls away from your breast and 
withdraws his hands.  You settle back against the table, waiting for whatever may come next.  
You hear his hand dip into the glass of water and you tense, expecting the cold, wet ice cube you 
know is coming.  Your body arches upwards as he drips cold water across your belly.  Your 
Master slides the ice across your rib cage and your body presses upward into it.  Again, a slight 
whimper escapes you.  Your Master seems to ignore it, but you know it did not go unnoticed.  
Your Master reaches down and spreads your thighs apart until you can open no further.  "This is 
mine as all of you is mine", he says.  He lightly and slowly glides across the inner parts of both 
legs with the ice.  You feel the moisture from your excitement leaking out of you as he pauses.  
Then the ice touches you again, sharp, wet coldness penetrates you as he slips the melting cube 
into you.  You pull against your restraints as he holds the ice inside you.  The cold strikes at you 
as you struggle.  Finally, he allows the remainder of the ice to slip out.  You relax momentarily 
back onto the table.  Then you feel your Master move your legs as he unties your ankles.  He 
slides you partly sideways until your bottom rests on the edge of the table.  You hear a heavy 
passion in his voice as he spreads your legs.  "Now I want to fuck my little slave", he says huskily.  
Your teeth bite deeply into the leather strap as he enters you.  His hard cock is hot in contrast to 
the cold the ice has left in you.  He slides into you easily and begins to thrust frantically.  His 
hands grasp your hips as you move with him, trying to keep time with him.  "Oh God!", he 
shudders.  He leans into you and slides his arms under your back grasping your shoulders from 
underneath.  Your arms pull against the leather at your wrists as he moves even faster.  "Oh fuck 
you feel good", he pants.  You feel his hands contract on your shoulders and his tempo peaks as 
he begins to shudder.  The heat of his fluid fills you as he begins to pulse with his orgasm.  You 
bite your leather harder as your body responds to the feel of him filling you.  Fresh contractions 
rack your body as once again your orgasms take control.  You feel yourself contract around him, 
squeezing the hardness he has thrust into you.  He shudders again as he feels your body 
grasping him.  Your orgasm peaks as he pushes deeply into you.  Finally, he moves away, 
slipping out of you.  You lay back, completely exhausted as he unties your wrists.  "I'm not quite 
through with you my little slut", he says.  Yes, you think to yourself, I am yours, and I am your slut 
my Master.  As he lifts you from the table you realize he is still hard for you.  He carries you to the 
family room and lays you on the carpet.  "Spread for me", he commands.  You part your legs as 
he reaches up and pulls the leather from your mouth.  "You may make noises now", he says, "but 
do not speak".  You sigh as he pulls your arms to his waist.  He is rock hard as he enters you 
again.  He moves slower this time, not with the heated passion of his first desire, but with a slow 
determined strength.  You pull him into you with your legs, rocking in time to him.  You lean back, 
your strength slipping away as he continues to move into you.  He senses your exhaustion and 
he presses you back as he takes control of you.  He increases his tempo, slamming into you 
again and again as his need builds.  Weakly, you attempt to move with him but you are nothing 
compared to his desire.  The madness controlling him continues to build as he strokes into you.  
Briefly, he pauses and pulls away flipping you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips upward 
and slipping into you from behind.  You hear him groan softly as he thrusts, pulling your hips 
backwards toward him.  Frantically, he moves faster and faster.  "UUUHHhhh", he groans, 
"UUUhhHHHh".  He pulls you tightly to him as he climaxes.  You feel his cum filling you and 
spilling out, dripping down your leg.  He pulls away and you turn to him, licking his cum and 
sucking him into your mouth.  "Mmmmmm", you moan.  He pulses again and fresh, hot cum fills 
your mouth as you continue to swallow.  When you have finished cleaning him he pulls away.  
"Finish making breakfast", he says, "we're going hiking this afternoon and you're going to need 
your strength".  You struggle to your feet and turn to do his bidding.


Written by:  Lord Eryk