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Hard Awakening
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Hard Awakening
© 1992 by Akai
I woke up hard as a rock. My mistress had not let me come for many
days, and so I was eager to please.
My alarm was set ten minutes ahead of hers, as usual. It was a silent
alarm, which instead of sounding a buzzer, released me from the shackles
that kept me conveniently spread out through the night, in case she
might want to use me. Since I would not be able to use the bathroom
until she released me from my cock-cage when she awoke, I went to the
kitchen to make her coffee and warm her breakfast. Thus her morning
ritual was set: fresh coffee and a warm muffin delivered to her bed by
a partially bound, naked slave.
"Ah, breakfast," she said as she awoke. I knelt by the side of her bed
as she ate her breakfast. My nervious squirming from needing to pee
drew her atention to my bulging, purple cock, still locked in it's cage.
"Hmmm, perhaps today's breakfast could use some additonal protein, don't
you think?" she said with an evil grin.
"Yes, Mistress. What is your pleasure?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she said, scritching me under the chin.
"Yes, I think I would like to use you this morning. In fact, I think
that I would like to use you quite a bit."
It would seem difficult to burst with fear and joy at the same time, but
I think I almost did.
"Cuff your hands behind you," she commanded me, "and kneel on the bed."
"But Mistress, I haven't been to the bathroom yet thismorning," I
pleaded.
"I don't intend to let you get soft enough for that to be a problem."
I did as she commanded, while she searched for appropriate tools to use
on me. First, I was blindfolded, and pushed over with my face on the
bed and my ass in the air. Then she attached a spreader bar to my knees
so that my asshole, cock, and balls were all conveniently accessible.
"Hmmm, I think I'll begin by violating you," she mused.
"Yes, Mistress, please fuck me with whatever you wish," I begged.
"I wish that I had a man handy. I'd like to wash someone fuck your cute
little ass. But we'll just have to make do with what we have, now won't
we?" I then felt the medium butt plug being forced into my ass.
Clearly, mistress wanted to enjoy my pain today, since she had only used
spit to lubricate it. "Now, beg for your beating."
"Please beat me, Mistress. Please hurt me," I said, and then felt the
first blow of the crop land. Then the second, and the third.
"Good. Keep begging. Be sure to tell me about your pain, I want o make
sure I'm hitting you hard enough."
Smack! "Ow! Thank you, Mistress, that"--Smakc!--"hurts." Smack! "I
can feel the lines of pain where your crop is"--Smack!--"landing."
Smack! "Thank you, Mistress, please hit me again." Smack!
"Beg more," she said. "Be sure to keep telling me about your pain."
Smack! "And grovel." Smack!
"Yes, Mistress." Smack! "Please beat me more, Mistress." Smack!
"Thank you mistress, I"--Smack--"can feel the heat building in my ass."
Smack! "Thank you, Mistress, I deserve to be beaten." Smack! "Gasp!
Oh, thank you, Mistress," I said as the first blow landed on my balls.
Smack! "Gasp! Thank you, Mistress," I said as she deftly landed a low
on the tip of my bulging, caged cock.
"Tell me why I'm beating your cock and balls," she demanded.
"To reminded me that"--Smack!--"Aha! you control my sexuality." She
continued to beat my ass, cock, and balls until my ass was a pleasing
shade of red, and the heat could be felt an inch away. Then she removed
the butt plug from my ass.
"Now I'm going to fist-fuck you, to remind you of who owns you," she
said.
"Yes, Mistress, please fist me. May it please you to persoally violate
my ass."
"It definately pleases me. I like the image of you bound and
blindfolded with my arm burried inside your body." Then she slowly
started working two, then three, then four fingers into my ass, and
began to work her hand inside me. The pain and pleasure were imense as
she forced the knuckles of her hand into me.
"Tell me what you feel," she demanded.
"I feel incredibly full with you inside me. My ass can just barely
relax around your wrist, and your pressing on my prostate gland is
almost enough to make me come. Would you like me to come, Mistress?"
"Well, temping as the thought is to make you come without ever giving
you the pleasure of touching your cock, I have other uses for you hard."
Then she pulled out of my ass, giving me anohter incredible burst of
pain and pleasure as her kunckles passed through my asshole.
Leaving my hands cuffed behind me, and my knees spread by the bar, she
rolled me over on my back. "Now it's time for that extra protein," she
said, as she released my aching cock. I thought she was going to suck
me off, but was surprised when I felt her lower her cunt onto my stiff
penis. "You may not come inside me today," she said.
She began to please herslef by pushing up and down and grinding her clit
into my pelvis. then I felt a slight pressure and tug in the center of
my chest, between my nipples, followed by a slight chill in the area.
She had made a small cut with a razor. "I want to taste your blood
while I come on you," she explained as she bent over and licked up the
drops of blood from my skin.
Then she began to pump in ernest. "Remember, you are not allowed to
come," she reminded me. Her tempo grew and grew, as she reached for her
orgasm. It was lamost impossible for me to contain the pressure in my
loins as she reached for her clitoris to bring herself off, but my
devotion to her is total. Finally she came in a shattering orgasm, her
vaginal muscles clutching at my cock, trying to tease out the semen that
I dared not release.
She climed off me, and released my hands from their bounds. "You have
been very good. Now I'm going to let you masturbate. But you may not
come until I squeeze your balls." Ouch! I thought, my balls were tender
from the beating she had just given them, and I knew how hard she liked
to squeeze me.
She climbed overtop of my face and clamped her legs around my head,
facing my cock. "Eat me," she commmanded, "and you may now masturbate
for me." I began to stroke my aching cock, slowly increasing the temop,
but not too fast, to keep from coming until I was given permission.
"Faster!" she said, striking my balls with the flat of her hand. Not
knowing whether she ment my hand or my toungue, I did both. Then she
clamped her cunt right down over my mouth and nose, so I could not
breath at all. This put my tounge right on her clit, and I knew she
would not let me breath again until she came, so I licked her as hard
and as fast as I could. I'm not sure how long it was, with the blood
punding in my head and my cock, but I think it was 30 or 40 seconds
before she came and let me breath again. At the same time, her hand
clamped down around my tender balls, giving me the signal that I had
permission to come, so long as I did so immediately. I clutched at my
ckck, and stroked as fast as I could, exploding in a tremendous orgasm
just as hers was subsiding.
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