It’s the tinge of light before day. It slides its way over the horizon, forcing apart the heavens of night. She wakes from her light sleep. Although her bonds are comfortable, she never sleeps deeply. She wants to be ready at any time, to respond to her Master’s wishes.
She rolls onto her back and adjusts her arms, making sure that her breasts are completely uncovered. Her wide leather collar has four rings. Each of her wrists is attached to the rings on the sides. The ring in the middle holds a chain that is connected to her clithood collar. From the fourth and final ring behind her neck runs a chain that is attached to the bed.
The chain from her clit is taut and every movement of her head tugs her pink flesh. Her legs are cuffed together and a chain from her pussy rings connects to her ankles. The chain is not quite long enough for her to stretch out her legs. She spent the night in the foetal position, careful not to lift her head or uncurl her legs. Now lying on her back, she has to pull her knees up
She was always a restless sleeper but her nights of bondage had taught her that whether she would sleep or not and if so, how, would be as her Master wished her too. Some nights she slept as his animal, chained to the bottom of his bed, curled up on the floor. Other nights she would spend in her cage. ’Training nights’ were times when she slept in her slut boots, bound, strapped to the bed, not able to move an inch. She was always bedded down by her Master and always bound in some way. She lived as a slave, slept as a slave and woke ready to serve and please.
She could hear sounds from outside her cell. Her Master had woken and was coming to release her. She made one last check that her body was positioned attractively. She wished she could reach her hair to smooth it down, but she couldn’t.
‘Good morning Master’
‘Woke early did we slave?’
He unlocked the chain from her ankles and released the cuffs. He tapped on the inside of her leg and she immediately spread them as wide as she could. He ran a hand along her pussy and up to her clit, checking her collar.
‘Happy to see your Master?’
He brought his hand up to her mouth and she smelt her slavery. She licked his hand greedily, sucking his fingers, removing herself from his flesh.
He unlocked the chain connecting her to the bed and released her wrist cuffs from her neck collar, reconnecting them together in front.
‘Look at those nipples, hard and erect, perking for their Master. Pussy, wet and pulsing.You’re such a slut, you can’t get enough can you?’
‘I’m a slut. Your slut Master’
He lifts her head and starts gathering her hair into a pony tail. He wraps the hair around his hand and pulls her onto the floor. On her hands and knees she feels him pull her and she crawls along behind, her pussy leash trailing on the floor.
They reach the Master bedroom and he clicks and points to the end of the bed. She scuttles down to the end of the bed and waits kneeling, head on floor.
“My slut animal needs to be beaten I think, don’t you?’
“Yes, Master. Yes, please Master”
He attaches a spreader bar to her ankles and pulls her over the end of the bed. Pulling her hands out in front and attaching them to the top of the bed, He picks up her pussy leash and tugs.
‘Who owns this?”
“You do Master.”
“Who do you love?”
“Then you’ll be happy as I beat you, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master. I’m happy to be used by you in any way Master.”
The leather strap made the most delightful sound. A slap and a smack all in one.
“One. Thank you Master”
Smack. It reverberated through her belly and her pussy.
“Two. Thank you Master”
Stingy, ouchie, heat.
She could feel her cheeks warming and getting red and it went on. It brought tears to her eyes and she bit down on her lip, muffling any sound. It always went on until her Master was finished.
“I almost forgot your favourite thing, slut.”
He lubed her ass and she felt as the butt plug was pushed up against her. She breathed out and tried to relax, letting it enter and fill her. She felt her ass accommodate the new addition and her stinging cheeks and her stretched ass pounded into her consciousness- slave, slut, fuck toy, animal…
“So we need to go back and start again, now that you’ve got your favourite toy in.”
“One. Thank you Master…Two. Thank you Master….Three….”
She knew there had to be a word for what she was feeling.
Nothing really quite seemed to be able to describe it.
Then suddenly she knew.
She embraced the thought, welcomed it. Spun it around and gazed at it from all angles. In her mind, she treasured it, polished it, cherished it and knew she really was living it.
It was her life.