Wicked Wednesday Teases You With:
All of Me by Flibbins
It felt like the blare of the alarm clock came just moments after I’d closed my eyes to sleep. But in reality, it had been three hours. All the same, I wanted to ignore the noise and roll over so I could find sleep again. Except that just wasn’t an option. I was to rise as soon as I heard the alarm clock sound.
My muscles were stiff as I sat up and slid from beneath my covers. But that was to be expected as I’d spent my brief period of sleep on the floor at the foot of my Master’s bed. And the pallet of blankets I had lain on wasn’t quite thick enough to entirely cushion my body. That said, I was grateful to my Master for the cushion they did provide as I’d spent some nights without even that comfort.
Most mornings I woke up in Master’s bed as he was a very generous and kind Master. Occasionally I slept on the floor or in the room that Master provided me down the hall. A few times I slept in a dog kennel, but I preferred not to discuss what I’d done to earn that punishment.
I moved into my standard kneeling position beside the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. In my kneeling position, my knees were spread wide with my big toes touching each other, ass resting against my heels, toes curled under. My back was straight, chest out with my arms behind my back, each hand grasping the opposite wrist. The collar I wore kept me from completely lowering my head, but my eyes were trained on the floor, jaw relaxed, lips parted. I was always open and available to my Master.
I was naked but for the steel collar and wrist cuffs which I almost always wore when I was with my Master in his house. The collar I wore was attached to a short leash that had been tethered to a ring at the base of the bedpost last night and this position forced me to strain slightly and pull the leash taut. It was not especially comfortable against my neck, but I waited without complaint, hoping that Master did not hit the snooze button on his alarm this morning. In the past when I’ve displeased Master, he has removed several links from my leash as punishment. That was a workout for my back as I couldn’t sit upright, and was forced to bend forward slightly and hover with my lower back muscles burning. But I wasn’t complaining. I’d earned the punishment when I cut my exercise routine short and Master’s punishment quickly illustrated that my body could benefit from additional endurance and strength training. I’ve never skimped on an exercise session since.
The alarm clock was still sounding when my Master stirred beneath his covers. He silenced it and sat on the side of the bed for a moment before getting up. Master had gotten no more sleep than I had last night and he had to go to the office today. At least I had the luxury of staying home. Master was a prominent plastic surgeon in his own private practice. Most of the work he did was performed right in his own facility, though he had hospital privileges in the event of a problem or a particularly complicated case. He had grown his client base over the years as his reputation grew and had hired on several associates to do much of the “slave labor” as he liked to call it, prepping patients for surgery, removing sutures and the like.
After a few moments, Master stood and shuffled over to me. He patted my head affectionately, “Good morning, Bella.”
“Good morning, Master,” I replied, bending forward to press kisses on the tops of his feet as I did every morning.
He patted my head again as he walked into his bathroom. I was disappointed that Master hadn’t released me to help him bathe this morning, but I wasn’t surprised when I glanced at the clock. Master had allowed us to sleep late.
I first stumbled across this little gem of a story one night when I was tired, and wanted something different. It was late and I was hopeless, because I had been searching for a long while before I saw this one. I looked it over, and read the first chapter and thought to myself "This is too intense for me." But for some reason, I kept reading it. Soon, I was sucked in to the story of Bella living as a 24/7 D/s relationship.
As I kept reading, I fell in love with her kinky Master, Edward, who also happens to be her fiancee. The story follows Bella as she goes from day to day, pleasing her Master. When she fails to, though, punishment is never too far away, if you catch my drift. It will have you all hot and bothered by the end of each chapter, and sometimes before. from personal experience, I recommend a cold shower, or, perhaps if you're so inclined, a nice toy. *grins wickedly*
When one of her students becomes a stalker, tension grows as Master orders her to not leave the house. Thankfully, his good friend Jasper, was living in the guest room. And let me tell you a little tid bit, Master invites Jasper into the playroom to partake in kinky adventures.
I hope you enjoy the kinky ride that this story gives you, It leaves me panting and wanting more, and I'm sure you will as well!
Sincerely, with love, whips and shackles
This story is NOT safe for work, or readers under the age of 18.
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"Bella lives to serve her Master. It can be tedious at times, titillating at others, but always, her world revolves around his. Come take a peek at the trials and triumphs in the life of a 24/7 consensual slave and find what happens when outside forces threaten to expose her lifestyle."
Please note that this story contains graphic language, graphic sexual situations and is only intended for a mature audience. The BDSM relationship described herein is entirely consensual, but may be offensive to some readers. Read with caution. OOC, AU/AH
It felt like the blare of the alarm clock came just moments after I’d closed my eyes to sleep. But in reality, it had been three hours. All the same, I wanted to ignore the noise and roll over so I could find sleep again. Except that just wasn’t an option. I was to rise as soon as I heard the alarm clock sound.
My muscles were stiff as I sat up and slid from beneath my covers. But that was to be expected as I’d spent my brief period of sleep on the floor at the foot of my Master’s bed. And the pallet of blankets I had lain on wasn’t quite thick enough to entirely cushion my body. That said, I was grateful to my Master for the cushion they did provide as I’d spent some nights without even that comfort.
Most mornings I woke up in Master’s bed as he was a very generous and kind Master. Occasionally I slept on the floor or in the room that Master provided me down the hall. A few times I slept in a dog kennel, but I preferred not to discuss what I’d done to earn that punishment.
I moved into my standard kneeling position beside the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. In my kneeling position, my knees were spread wide with my big toes touching each other, ass resting against my heels, toes curled under. My back was straight, chest out with my arms behind my back, each hand grasping the opposite wrist. The collar I wore kept me from completely lowering my head, but my eyes were trained on the floor, jaw relaxed, lips parted. I was always open and available to my Master.
I was naked but for the steel collar and wrist cuffs which I almost always wore when I was with my Master in his house. The collar I wore was attached to a short leash that had been tethered to a ring at the base of the bedpost last night and this position forced me to strain slightly and pull the leash taut. It was not especially comfortable against my neck, but I waited without complaint, hoping that Master did not hit the snooze button on his alarm this morning. In the past when I’ve displeased Master, he has removed several links from my leash as punishment. That was a workout for my back as I couldn’t sit upright, and was forced to bend forward slightly and hover with my lower back muscles burning. But I wasn’t complaining. I’d earned the punishment when I cut my exercise routine short and Master’s punishment quickly illustrated that my body could benefit from additional endurance and strength training. I’ve never skimped on an exercise session since.
The alarm clock was still sounding when my Master stirred beneath his covers. He silenced it and sat on the side of the bed for a moment before getting up. Master had gotten no more sleep than I had last night and he had to go to the office today. At least I had the luxury of staying home. Master was a prominent plastic surgeon in his own private practice. Most of the work he did was performed right in his own facility, though he had hospital privileges in the event of a problem or a particularly complicated case. He had grown his client base over the years as his reputation grew and had hired on several associates to do much of the “slave labor” as he liked to call it, prepping patients for surgery, removing sutures and the like.
After a few moments, Master stood and shuffled over to me. He patted my head affectionately, “Good morning, Bella.”
“Good morning, Master,” I replied, bending forward to press kisses on the tops of his feet as I did every morning.
He patted my head again as he walked into his bathroom. I was disappointed that Master hadn’t released me to help him bathe this morning, but I wasn’t surprised when I glanced at the clock. Master had allowed us to sleep late.
I first stumbled across this little gem of a story one night when I was tired, and wanted something different. It was late and I was hopeless, because I had been searching for a long while before I saw this one. I looked it over, and read the first chapter and thought to myself "This is too intense for me." But for some reason, I kept reading it. Soon, I was sucked in to the story of Bella living as a 24/7 D/s relationship.
As I kept reading, I fell in love with her kinky Master, Edward, who also happens to be her fiancee. The story follows Bella as she goes from day to day, pleasing her Master. When she fails to, though, punishment is never too far away, if you catch my drift. It will have you all hot and bothered by the end of each chapter, and sometimes before. from personal experience, I recommend a cold shower, or, perhaps if you're so inclined, a nice toy. *grins wickedly*
When one of her students becomes a stalker, tension grows as Master orders her to not leave the house. Thankfully, his good friend Jasper, was living in the guest room. And let me tell you a little tid bit, Master invites Jasper into the playroom to partake in kinky adventures.
I hope you enjoy the kinky ride that this story gives you, It leaves me panting and wanting more, and I'm sure you will as well!
Sincerely, with love, whips and shackles
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