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This Morning

January 23rd, 2011

This morning, I tried to sleep through Master playing with my boobs. Seriously.

I almost never sleep in. I wake up some time between 4 and 6am, without fail, and can’t go back to sleep. Not too long ago, this meant that by the time Master was ready to get out of bed, I was either in a straight panic from all the self-deprecating thoughts I’d been turning over and over in my mind, or I was in an all out rage because… How dare He decide to sleep in when I can’t?

Yeah… I know.

This was exacerbated by the fact that when I turned our bedroom into the dark cave that it is now, there was suddenly nothing I was allowed to do to quell my racing mind. It was too dark to read a book, so I gave reading on the PDA a shot. The PDA, on any setting, was too bright, and even when I read with it under the covers, it woke Master up.

The PDA was under the covers. Not me. I can’t deal with that much fabric over my face.

So I started taking sleeping pills. They didn’t help. They put me to sleep, but I still woke up every morning somewhere between 4 and 6am, and lay there. Staring. Thinking. Ripping myself to pieces, or cursing Master for being able to sleep.

When Master got His iPhone from work, He gave me His iPod. There’s no reason for Him not to use the iPhone, so long as He’s paying for the apps He downloads (He is.), and He’s not running up the company’s bill (He can’t. Due to the nature of the job, they have unlimited everything.), so He does everything He used to do on His iPod (and more) on His iPhone.

And I can use the iPod to read. For whatever reason, the light from the iPod doesn’t bother Him while He’s sleeping. Yay, Apple, for developing a product that’s bright as hell, but doesn’t wake up my owner.

But the past few days, I’ve been able to sleep in. And I mean really sleeping! So hard, in fact, that I almost was able to sleep through Master playing with my boobs.

Then He grabbed my wrist, yanked my whole body closer to Him, wrapped my hand around His cock, and said, “Make me cum, cunt.”

It was only a minute or two before He positioned Himself in a way that I could rub His cock on my belly and upper thighs. And not long in to it, I think He thought I was falling asleep. I know my hand slowed. It was all pins and needles, and my groggy mind didn’t think to switch until He was just about ready to cum. He started slapping and choking me, and pinching and pulling on my nipples. And then, a light bulb went off in my mind, and I switched hands. Dear sweet relief!

I began doing a much better job, and then He was ready. And then He was cumming gallons all over me.

“Okay, time for the piggy to get in the shower, and start coffee.”

And I grinned as I tried to figure out a way to climb over Him without rubbing my belly all over Him.

I totally should’ve. Totally.

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  1. January 23rd, 2011 at 18:27 | #1

    Ok I could do all of that but not the choking part.. Some stuff happened when I was younger and if someone puts their hands around my throat like that I flip the heck out and start swinging.. Not a good thing

  2. January 23rd, 2011 at 21:33 | #2

    @ Angel I used to think I couldn’t do it, too. Choking was always something my guys knew that if they did it, they better never let go. Very few of them tried. The ones that did, never did again. With me, anyway

    I can’t fight M. I mean, I can, and I try occasionally. Usually just for shits and giggles. To see what He’ll do. But He always wins. Always. So I can fight if I want. He just… won’t let go.

  3. January 24th, 2011 at 18:42 | #3

    This reminds me of the time I went to check on my Master in the middle of the night with my ipod on. In the morning the story he wrote about his dreams indicated I’d brought a flashlight with me when in reality I’d just paused it to listen to him breathe. We both got a chuckle about it.

    Gah, I do the ripping myself apart thing too. It sucks. Anything that can short-circuit that is worth gold.

  4. January 25th, 2011 at 16:35 | #4

    See, I actually enjoy choking. My father has funny stories about when I was very young putting things around my neck and them trying like hell to break my of the habit. My father says it all goes back to when I was born, C-section with the cord around my neck. So I actually do like being choked.

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