Originally Posted by
moptop
Following my own rips. Have not changed the ending - still want feedback on that, please.
Early one morning
I woke up early that morning. I always wake up before my slut – she’s good at many things, but she excels at sleeping. You could set off a small nuclear explosion next to her and she wouldn’t notice.
I woke up early that morning is active voice, good because it describes and action. Would the next sentence read better as less active because it gives background? I love it the way it is; I am trying to understand active voice.
This particular morning, though, I was woken at dawn by the sun slanting across my eyes and the birds singing their territorial hearts out. I swore to myself, realising that I just was not going to get back to sleep now. I got up gently and went to sit in the chair across the room. It is just in front of a window, and I thought I’d read while I waited for slutty-pie to wake up.
Was woken, is this right? Would saying instead--I woke at dawn, the sunslanting across my eyes and the the birds singing their territorial hearts out.-- is that also right? I have trouble with the verbs sometimes. Realising is misspelled. I like the rest of it just the way it is. I would like to think a man would be cutsie enough to call a girl "slutty pie," just curious though, do the guys think so?
I sat down in the chair, and when I looked up, I was suddenly taken by a sight that made my balls start crawling and my cock start twitching. It was already hot – at this time of year it never gets cool – so we were both starkers, with only a light sheet on the bed. We’d kicked the sheet off some time during the night; so the bed contained only my little nekked whore.
Perhaps a man would not say his cock were twiching if he were the kind of man whose mind turned off completely when the twitching started...but a dom might savor the twitch, and it would hopefully grow as he started as he noticed her position in the next paragraph...is it me or do all dominant man like to stay in play mode and hard without jumping right to the target...in this case her lovely open legs and shaved pussy...
But not just lying any old how, oh no. My little darling, even asleep, was still the ultimate sub. She was lying on her back, her legs spread wide so not a detail of her beautiful shaved pussy escaped my view; and she had her arms above her head, crossed at the wrists. I’m not kidding. She was simply – perfect.
Now, if this is not something a male dom would notice and appreciate, I am going to stop having sex...seriously, I love this description-- I don't know if it is because it is gramatically correct, because I could give a fuck about looking too close, it is such a pretty picture, him seeing her like that and appreciating her. The only thing that snagged me was simply. I would have left the simply out.
I sat and watched her for a while, amazed at this beauty, so naturally spread and offered. My cock joined in and urged me just to leap straight on top of her. Go on, it said: plunge into her offered delights, hold those wrists and pin her down and take her with one sharp thrust, rape of the Sleeping Beauty.
But I wanted to enjoy this a little longer.
Instead of listening to my prick, I got up, very quietly. Even though she’s a heavy sleeper, I didn’t want to risk spoiling the moment. I went over and opened the toy box. Carefully avoiding any clinking sounds, I picked out the items I needed..
I went back over to the bed with my booty. I’d spent a lot of time choosing that bed: there isn’t a single edge I can’t clip, lock or tie something just how I want. And I definitely wanted.
I stood over her for a few minutes, just drinking her in. Her head was turned to the left, framed by her raised arms and long wavy blond hair. Her tits were a little flattened, being on her back, but her brown nipples were sticking out, titillated by the early morning breeze. I reached out and very, very lightly ran my hand from her elbow, down her side, sensing each rib, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip. She sighed and twitched slightly. I stopped, and waited for her breathing to become deep and slow again.
I went to the foot of the bed. Very carefully, I clipped first one and then the other padded metal shackle around her ankles, padlocking them shut. I clipped the chains onto the metal frame. This left her with just a little movement, but no more than an inch each leg, I reckoned.
The legs had been easy. I had to be more careful with the wrists. I couldn’t risk waking her. Slowly and so gently, I moved the top one slightly to one side and waited; I watched her face hard. She turned her head to the other side, a little frown appearing briefly, and shuffled her hips into the bed a little more. But she stayed asleep.
With infinite care, I locked the shackles on her wrists, and clipped the chains to the same point on the wrought-iron bed-head. This lifted them very slightly off the mattress. I was sure that now, she would be starting to surface. I hoped she was having a nice erotic fantasy. I imagined her pussy swelling and getting wet and glistening. I went back to the foot of the bed to look. Oh yes. She may still have been asleep, but her dreams were working overtime.
She shifted slightly, pulling on her arms a little. OK. It was time I moved. I wanted it to be me who woke her; I didn’t want her to come awake of her own. I stepped quickly back to the side of the bed, and started to stroke her with the whip. Each of its soft leather fronds tickled gently across her: her exposed neck, her soft breasts, her flat belly; her spread thighs… outside… then in…
She moaned, stretched, her eyelids flickered. This was exactly the moment. I brought the whip down hard, really hard, right onto her stretched, wet pussy lips. She leapt awake yelling, her body arching as she tried to pull away and found she was trapped head and foot. As she pulled and wriggled, the chains rattling, her eyes opened suddenly and very wide. They showed she was frightened for a moment, then, recognising me and the situation, they immediately sparked with anger.
“What the fu-?”
I just gave her my best mean, mean smile and ran the whip over that luscious quivering body again. What a way to start the day.