100 Centimetres - Experience 16

I woke up long before my alarm was set to go off. The sun was not even up yet. I rise from my blanket on the floor, quietly, as I could still hear your deep breathing as you slept. Your handsome face with its dark hair. I couldn't help but smile. I am, by far, the luckiest submissive in the world. Being owned by such a loving, fair and handsome Master.

I tiptoe downstairs to turn the kettle on. A mug of hot chocolate is needed on a cool morning like today. I settle into my favourite place on the white leather chaise, the sun streaming through the blinds of the bay window. Warming my entire body, blinding me with its bright and glorious rays. I close my eyes, the warmth and the comfort calling me back to the world of dreams. I let the pleasurable warmth claim me, curling up on the lounge, sound asleep.

Dreams. Where we make the world entirely our own. There are no limits. No restrictions. No reality. Your imagination is free to soar and able to escape the boundaries enforced on us by life. Your soft touch awakens me, brushing my messy mane of blonde curls from my face. You kiss my cheek before gently lifting my head so you can sit down, my head now resting on your lap.

We sit there for quite some time. Time is hard to measure when you are so immensely happy. Your fingers running through my hair, my eyes meeting yours on brief glances before we both smile and look away. My head burrowing into your leg. Those dark eyes will be the death of me. I feel like you can read me Master without myself ever having to utter a word.

Our perfect moment is interrupted by the sharp sound of a ringtone. It's your phone and of course, it is your work. I guess I'm not the only one seeking my Masters attention I smile to myself. You go to answer it while I go and make you a chai tea to take with you to work. I decided to skip the usual morning persuasion and debate on the importance of breakfast. You, after all, have a mind of your own.

You go upstairs to finish dressing and getting ready before having to head off for the day. Which means that I should get ready too. You walk into the kitchen and slide your hands on my hips, pulling me tight up against you. Your lips capturing mine, your hands wandering down to my arse, squeezing my arse cheeks as your tongue dominates mine.

Just as soon as I started to lose myself in the moment, you stopped kissing me and picked up your tea from the kitchen counter. "Don't forget to make our reservation for tonight", you say to me. Your voice had a serious tone and I look away, feeling guilty about my previous days forgetfulness. "I'll see you tonight", you say as you collect your car keys, laptop and phone before walking out the front door.

I spend the day tidying the house and practicing scales on the gorgeous black, shiny grand piano. And yes, I remembered to book us a table at our favourite Mediterranean restaurant. Sigh of relief. Then off to venture into the world of grocery shopping. My least favourite task. It's much more fun with you Master as I can't exactly be a brat by myself. After lugging all the groceries inside and putting them away, I indulge myself and settle into a fantasy novel.

To say you frightened me who be the understatement of the century. I thought my heart was going to stop from over beating. I obviously did not hear your car pull into the driveway and I certainly didn't hear you come through the front door. You look at me with an amused smile and just shake your head. After placing a bookmark where I think I was in my novel, I jump off the lounge to greet you properly.

I miss you so much when we are apart from each other. I remember before we met and we lived on different sides of the globe, time zones were the biggest trial. Waiting patiently for you to awaken just so I could wish you a good morning before I bid you a good night while I snuggled into my blankets for the night. Time and distance was what kept us from each other. But that was no longer.

You make your way upstairs to have a shower and get changed. I follow you, like a happy little pet. Undressing you Master is one of the greatest gifts a submissive can receive. Every button, removing every layer, reveals just a hint more of your flesh. And how much I long to kiss every inch. Worship every millimetre. My eyes capturing every detail, memorising everything.

I also undress, standing before you in nothing but my flesh and untamed mane. We step into the misty spray of hot water. You push me up against the cold tiled wall, my heart begins to race as I see that look in your eyes. The one that dominates my soul completely. Your lips fall to that special, sweet spot under my left ear. I can feel your breath caress my skin, causing the hair to rise on my arms and my body to shiver in delight.

And that was it. You told me get on with your washing your body. I was confused for a moment, having to bring myself out of the fog. You were teasing me. Not even a single kiss. But those were thoughts I kept to myself. After all, I am your submissive. And I obey you. After washing us both clean and towel drying every droplet of water from your skin, you tell me to wait while you get changed and set out what I am to wear for the evening. After some time, you call my name and I pad into the bedroom.

On the king size bed is a beautiful blue sapphire cocktail dress. Thin straps, plunging neckline and high slits up the side. Something I would have worn to a wedding and not out for dinner. And once again, no bra or panties. Not even a g string. I don't think you understand the troubles of having cold affected nipples Master. I know it was chilly outside and my nipples will turn rock hard the moment I step out into the night air. Some silver heels complete the outfit.

After placing the dress on my body, I go back into the bathroom to wrestle with my tangled hair. I settle with a messy bun before applying some midnight blue eyeshadow to bring out the blue in my grey eyes. Just as I finish getting ready, you place a simple white gold chain necklace around my neck, your first initial traced in sapphires as a pendant hanging from it. My face lit up into the biggest smile. What a privilege it is to bear your name.

I turn around to hug you, burying my head into your chest, needing to feel your warmth. Your arms wrap around me as I murmur thank you over and over. You kiss my forehead as my fingers go to touch the pendant with your first initial. The sense of belonging that such a small item can have over oneself is unimaginable.

We walk downstairs and being forever the gentleman, you open the car door and wait for me to get in. The slits up the side of my dress making my dignity an increasingly difficult thing to hide. My bare, naked pussy flashing you from the side. I catch it quickly and adjust my dress and you laughed. I just shake my head. I think you have too much fun with me sometimes Master.

For quite some time, we drive. Talking about everyday things. Work, holidays and life in general. We're in a place in the city I've never been but been longing to go. A new Mediterranean restaurant had opened a few months ago and it was the talk of the town. Both of us were excited to try something different.

When we arrive at the restaurant, there are no car parks for two or so blocks. The nightlife is really quite spectacular in this part of the city. People everywhere. Young couples, families and people just out for a good time. The streets lit by neon lights and loud music. We finally find somewhere to park and start to walk back toward the restaurant location.

We walk past a young couple, their young child in it's mothers arms. Sleeping so contently, wrapped in a giraffe baby blanket, I couldn't help but smile. I hold your hand even tighter, enjoying the warmth of the man I love. One day, I think to myself, maybe one day, that will be us. I was in so much of a dreamland that I didn't even notice my nipples standing fully erect until we reached our destination and our male waiter wouldn't stop staring.

After being seated and ordering an array of different dishes from the menu, you ask me what I'd like to drink. After studying the drinks menu for sometime, I decide on a Malibu cocktail. You had your usually bourbon. There's about half an hour wait for our dinner to arrive so we settle into conversation whilst nibbling on appetisers. I finish my drink in no time and you order me another. Drinking on an empty stomach makes me tipsy in no time and my shy self fades away.

I start to run my fingers up and down your leg. Constantly touching your face and stealing kisses when I thought no one was looking. Everything you say to me is funny, I cannot stop myself from giggling like a little schoolgirl. You put up with my antics. Even encouraged them I thought when you ordered me another drink and then another. By the time our meals arrived, the world was very much spinning.

Eating was a challenge. Depth perception was definitely altered and I can't imagine it was very glamorous to behold. But we were enjoying ourselves. Showing each other attention and affection in a public place. I was tipsy but I was safe. It was nice to be wild and free while feeling protected all at the same time.

We enjoyed a night of foreign dishes that tantalised our taste buds. And alcohol that dimmed the senses. Although, I don't believe you even finished your first drink Master. Walking back to the car, I had to take my heels off. My balance was off and I was ever so grateful you were holding my hand. Back in the safety of the car, with the world still spinning, I wanted nothing more than to feel your lips on my skin.

I wanted to explore every inch of your body with my lips and tongue before being fucked into oblivion. My mind wanders to the idea of carrying your child. Unconsciously, my hand touches my belly, imagining it swollen with your child. I blush a deep red and quickly look out the window. I didn't think you had noticed but I was soon to discover how wrong I was.

Your hand reaches over and starts to twist my right nipple through my dress. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of desire wash over my body and send thrills to my pussy which starts to flood with juices. A moan escapes my lips as you tell me to take my dress off. I quickly comply, eager to please my Master.

Lifting the hem of my dress above my thighs, than my hips, my stomach, my breasts and lastly over my head. You steal glances at me as you drive. 'Play with your tits, my slut', you instruct me in a husky voice. My soft, cold hands run over the shape of my breasts. Hands that are not large enough to hold a single one. Twisting and pinching my erect, sensitive nipples. Gasping and breathing heavily as I play at your side.

I lift my left nipple up to my mouth and lick it, shivering as my wet, warm tongue laps over such a sensitive area. I let me head fall back against the head rest, my hands running down my stomach and back over my tits. Teasing and tickling my skin, making every nerve ending hyper aroused. We pull into the driveway and you get out of the car, walking around to open my door.

I go to put my dress back on but you stop me, your warm hand resting on my thigh. You instruct me to walk to the house, wearing nothing but my bare skin. The combination of my desire for you and the alcohol made all my inhibitions disappear. Oh, I'll walk naked into the house Master. I get out of the car, stand tall and sway my arse every step of the way to the front door, throwing glances back over my shoulder at you. Your face gave nothing at all away but I swear I saw your mouth tilt into a slight smile.

Your fingers trace down my spine, touching my arse, gripping each cheek before administering a spank on each one. My body was entirely on fire. Alive with the deep need of a submissive eager for her owner to use her. You turn me to face you. Looking deep into my slightly glazed eyes. Leaning in towards me, kissing my neck, your intoxicating breath felt on my ear.

Whispering to me, 'I saw the way you looked at that baby earlier tonight. You long to carry my child, don't you? You want me to fuck you so hard, cum deep inside you and impregnate you. Don't you slut?' All the while backing me up against the wall, cornering me. Animalistic hunger in your eyes. You wanted to breed me. Breeding your submissive, your slut, your pet.

You pick me up and carry me to the kitchen counter. My naked back rests against the cold, marbled surface. My arse just on the edge, my legs hanging in mid air. You start to kiss the inside of my thighs, slowly making your way to my dripping wet, naked cunt. I feel your warm breath a second before your skilled tongue starts to lick my clit.

My legs try to wrap around you, pulling you closer as you lap at my swollen pussy lips. Teasing and nipping my clit, pinching it with your fingers, sending me closer and closer to total bliss. I start to pant, moaning like a bitch in heat. Begging you to take me over the edge. Pleading with you endlessly until you stop licking me, your fingers making their way into my saturated pussy, curling up and touch my g spot.

You start to rub, stimulating that sweet spot, ramming your fingers in and out of my cunt. My hips thrusting up to meet every movement. My mind was gone. It was reaching for something. Something more. Meaning. Desire. Fantasy. I gasp, imploring you to let me cum. And you finally utter that one word. 'Cum'. My entire body shakes as I orgasm on your fingers. My pussy trembling as it grips onto you, trying to pull you in closer. I whimper as I come down from the high you just gave me.

Panting and trying to catch my breath, I stare up at you. My grey blue eyes, staring into your dark, hypnotic ones, appearing to be innocent but wanting all the deep, dark desires of the Dominant/submissive realm. You lean down to kiss me, hungry, affectionate kisses. Your teeth biting my bottom lip, your tongue commanding mine. Pulling me up off the kitchen counter, you lead me up the stairs and into the spare room. An obvious tent in your pants, your hard cock demanding to have its way with its slut.

Gesturing to the four poster bed, you tell me to lie in the middle against the fluffy pillows. You place a midnight blue silk blindfold across my eyes and secure it behind my head. My other senses instantly become heightened. I could hear your soft breathing, feel the warmth of your skin, smell your intoxicating scent.

I feel the softness of silk wrap around my wrists. The binds secure, but not tight enough to mark my skin. You move my arms so that they are above me, fixing the silk bonds to the four poster bed. I can't imagine what you are seeing Master. I wonder what I must look like. My pale flesh, naked on the bed, the only light illuminating the room is the silver moonlight glowing through the window. A natural spotlight. I must look like a little pale white ghost. A ghost completely at your mercy.

My world starts to get smaller. You have taken away my sense of sight. I can feel the beating of my heart, the throbbing in my cunt, the breath as it leaves my body only to be drawn back in moments later. You're silent now, I listen for you but I can't hear you. I can no longer smell your scent. I come to the conclusion that you have left the room. Time changes when you're blindfolded. What feels like ages, is merely minutes.

Ice cold. Sharp, intense, numbing cold touches my lips. I gasp as you slide the ice down my neck, over my collar bone before circling my nipples. The bitter frost soon warmed by your delicious mouth. Every nerve was alive with opposites. Cold and hot. Pain and pleasure. And all I wanted, was more. I whimper under your touch. Squirming, trying to rub my thighs together to give my pussy some relief but no. The divine torture of opposites went on.

All sense of time had lapsed. I was your puppet. Your plaything. Your toy. Completely under your spell. Paralysed as you wound your web tight around my soul. I feel the end of the bed dip as you climb between my thighs. Your fingers grazing my legs, tickling them, making the hair on the back of my neck raise. I can feel your cock tap my pussy. It is already ready for you Master. I was born to serve you and this body was always meant to be yours to use.

You run the tip of your cock in my fresh, slippery juices. My heart starts to beat faster. Every time you fuck me, it feels just as powerful as the first time. Nothing and then you thrust deep in. My head tilt backs as I moan deeply into the night. Once again, I am impaled on my Masters cock. I struggle against my binds trying to touch you, feel you but I cannot escape.

Gentle rocking movements at first before you quicken your speed. I can't see your eyes through the blindfold Master but I can imagine as clear as day the wild, untamed look that your eyes would possess right now. Your slut is craving your child. Longing to carry your seed inside her belly. Wishing for your family name to carry on. And it is only you that holds the key to do so.

You start to suckle on my nipples. Sucking them, lapping at them, brushing them with your teeth. 'I cannot wait to taste your milk when you start lactating for me', you grunt between your teeth as you thrust deeper and faster. My pussy is getting pounded, ready to receive its owners gift, a load of white, hot, sticky cum deep inside my unprotected womb.

Wet, slapping sounds deafen the silent night air. Your cock driving further into the cunt you own. The pleasure building deep within me. The knowledge that you chose me. And I you. My lips try to form the words to ask to cum but I'm in a whole new world of servitude. I am your fuck toy tonight. And my mind is overwhelmed with the need for you to breed me. I finally find my voice and beg you to please cum inside me. Impregnate me. Let me become the mother of your child.

I can feel the beads of sweat drip off your body and sear into my flesh, you fuck me like I have never been fucked before. Raw instinct has over taken my owner. Your seed needs an egg to fertilise and that was your sole purpose tonight. Nothing else matters. Your thrusts get stronger and rougher as your cock explodes inside me, inside the deepest cavern of my womb. Coating the inside with layers of potent, life giving cum.

Exhausted and satisfied, you lay down by my side, reaching up to free my numb limbs from their binds. I cry out as you move them slowly down by my side as the blood starts to rush back into my arms. Soothing me, holding me against your warm body. I feel your hot cum still deep inside of me, where it was always meant to be. Tiredness washes over me and the last thing I remember before sleep claimed me is your heavenly voice whispering what a good girl I am and that you love me.