a day in heaven
by oreoh


I snuggled closer to the warm body next to me, dream images and sensations scurrying across the edges of my mind. Hands lightly tracing the contours of my body, spreading warmth, I sighed softly in my sleep, turned onto my side and pressed my back closer to the warmth next to me. Images of large gentle hands caressing my hip, moving over my belly and up to tease my nipples to hard buds, making my body tingle. I slowly came awake, my body seeming to be on fire with wanting. I rocked my hips against the hard length of my Master's cock pressing into my ass and shivered at his words, his hot breath tickling my ear. "I need your services this morning slave."

My body throbbed at his words. I turned in his arms, stretching up to kiss him tenderly, thrilled that he wanted me. "Mmmmm and what is it you want from your slave, dear Master?" I asked, sliding my knee teasingly up and down between his legs. I nuzzled his neck before licking across his collar bone, letting the hard nubs of my nipples graze his chest. He knotted his hand in my hair, jerking my head back. I cried out softly and looked into his eyes as he pushed my head towards his. He roughly sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it as he pulled my head back, releasing it from his mouth with a pop and sending chills through me. "Wrap those beautiful lips around my cock, little one."

My cunt throbbed harder at his words as he pushed my head down his body. His fingers were still knotted in my hair, holding me tight. I opened my lips, licking them just before he shoved my face down on his cock, holding me motionless. My tongue curled around his length, barely moving against the smooth skin as the head of his cock blocked my air. I closed my eyes, giving myself to him. I knew he'd let me breathe when he was ready to. My lungs burned and still my Master held me tight. I felt the fear creeping up inside me, the desire to fight against him, to struggle against his grip. One voice in my head screaming to get loose, and another softer one, almost a whisper, repeating a litany, "I am his. He will take care of me. I am his. I am his. I am his. He will take care of me."

Just when my head began to grow light and I was afraid the screaming fear inside me would win, the hand gripping my hair loosened and I drew a huge breath. Panting, I began moving on his cock, closing my eyes against the spinning in my head. My complete existence at that moment centered around my Master's cock and my desire to please him. I moaned around his length as he traced my slit with his fingers, spreading my juices, teasing me. My head moved faster and faster, fucking him harder and harder with my mouth. My lips became sore, and still I pumped my mouth on his cock. I arched my hips towards his hand, aching for him to touch me. My whole body tensed as he shoved three fingers deep in my cunt, crying out, "Cum with me slave!"

His hand clenched tighter in my hair, shoving me down hard on his cock, his fingers pumping hard inside me. I drank and suckled as my cunt spasmed around his fingers. His hand in my hair grew gentle, stroking my head as I tenderly licked the last traces of cum from his softening cock. He pulled me up and cradled me in his arms, kissing my swollen, aching, sticky lips. I snuggled closer, smiling as I heard him whisper, "My sweet little slave." The sun was just coming up as I fell back to sleep.

I woke much later and carefully slid out of bed to shower and then fix breakfast for my Master. I knew he would wake hungry. The air was cool against my body so I pulled on Master's shirt, buttoning it as I walked to the kitchen. I tried to listen carefully for my Master as I cooked, knowing he would not be pleased if he caught me dressed. I wasn't disobeying him, but I was pushing the limits of his rule. He allowed me to wear clothes when he was gone, or when we were with other people, but when it was just the two of us, I was to always be naked. The only thing I was allowed to wear was his collar around my neck. He liked to watch me as I worked or, occasionally, he'd tweak a nipple or slide a finger down my slit and then just walk away, leaving me throbbing. He loved knowing that I was always ready for him, always wanted him, that I was a complete slut just for him. I thought back to the first time he called me slut, remembering how hurt I'd been at his new name for me. He had always called me slave or his little one, but never his slut. I was shocked. To me, there was nothing good about that word, until I listened to him as he used it for me and I realized he was right. I was his little slut, always hot for him. His term fit perfectly. He didn't mean that I was a slut for everyone, just for him. And I was.

I jumped as Master's hands closed over my breasts from behind me, pulling me back against him. He'd caught me while I stood and day dreamed about him. I looked down, afraid to meet his eyes as he ripped the shirt open, the buttons flying as he shoved it off my shoulders. His teeth sank into the base of my neck, making me gasp at the pain. I moaned softly and leaned back against my Master as he sucked lightly on the same spot, sending chills down my body, making me throb. Master stepped back suddenly, causing me to stumble. He pressed his hand against the small of my back, forcing me to lean forward over the counter, "Don't move slave."

I didn't move, afraid of displeasing him more. He walked to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature. I looked up into his eyes as he returned, "No excuses, little one."

He fixed himself a cup of coffee then dragged a finger along my slit, making me gasp at my body's reaction to his touch. He ran his damp finger across my upper lip, whispering close to my ear, "Hot for me already, aren't you slut?"

I inhaled my own scent and felt my cunt throb harder as I made myself answer, "Yes Master," my voice catching in my throat.

He sat down to eat, leaving me leaning over the counter. My Master knew how much I loved serving him, kneeling at his feet until he invited me to join him and he knew how hard it was for me when he denied me that pleasure. I looked over my shoulder at him and watched him admire my ass as he ate. He looked up into my eyes and winked, "Join me now, little one."

The aching that had started inside me immediately subsided now that I knew he wasn't upset or angry with me. I sat down and started eating. After a few bites, my Master began to describe what he was going to do to me, how he'd make me stand, how he would hurt me... and how he'd make me scream. I sat mesmerized as he described how he'd use me, the food on my plate forgotten as he stood and took my hand, leading me to his dungeon. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him, feeling my juices spreading down on my thighs.

Master led me to stand between two poles, stretching my arms above my head and locking the soft leather cuffs tight around my wrists. I spread my legs at his command and chilled as he pulled them even farther apart, the metal clanking together as he closed the padded irons around my ankles. I stood, arms and legs spread wide, feeling exposed and vulnerable as cool air brushed against my dampness. He walked around me in a slow circle, stopping in front of me to fondle my breasts. My hard nipples grew even more erect as he lazily traced a finger over them. I let my eyes close, my head drop, reveling in the sensations.

"Look at me slut." His voice was stern and my head snapped up, instantly obeying him, "I am going to hurt you." My body throbbed harder at his words, "I could tell you that you're going to be hurt because you disobeyed me this morning, but I won't." He paused, lightly pinching my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting my face, "I'm going to hurt you because I want to. Because you are mine. Because I can." Master released my chin and walked away, smiling that sadistic smile that made my stomach crawl in fear and brought a grin of anticipation to my face.

I heard him approach me from behind and my body jumped when he leaned down and lightly kissed the sensitive spot between my shoulder blades. I moaned softly as he continued kissing down my spine, making my body jerk as each nerve ending became super sensitized at his light touch. He walked around in front of me, showing me a soft fuzzy feather and traced it down the edge of my cheek. I looked up at him, my eyes large, as I whispered, "Oh Master, please don't!" I hated being tickled and he knew it. He simply smiled, not answering me as he lightly traced the edge of my neck with the feather. I felt chills run down my body as he slowly moved the feather downward along the outside edge of my breasts and then along my waist. My body began to jerk away from the feather as my skin became more and more sensitive to its touch. I cried out as Master dragged it up the inside of my thigh and along the crevice of my shaved cunt. My muscles grew even more tense as he lightly dragged the feather over my slit, my body jerking at the teasing, the tickling. Master ran the feather under my nose and I inhaled my scent before he dropped it to the floor.

I was panting, every muscle in my body tensed, every nerve ending sensitized. I jumped as he ran his fingertips up the sides of my waist, moaning, "Oh god Master, please stop!"

He traced the sensitive crevice at the juncture my thighs, smiling as I cried out, my muscles tensing. I looked up into my Master's eyes as he brought his face close to mine. I whimpered, "Please?"

"Cum slave" he ordered, bringing his lips down hard on mine as I cried out. My body trembling with my orgasm, his arms closed around me, pulling me tight against him. I returned his kiss, leaning on him as wave after wave washed over me. He ended the kiss and I let my head rest on his chest as I caught my breath, loving the feel of his arms around me and his body supporting mine. I sighed softly, finding the energy to look up at him, smiling softly, "Thank you Master."

My Master ran his hands over my back, slowly stroking me as my breathing returned to normal. Then he stepped back, leaving me feeling alone and missing the warmth of his body. He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making my back arch. I moaned as my body began to throb again. I ached to push my fingers into his hair, to touch him, to please him as he was pleasing me. He moved to my other nipple, gently nibbling on it and then kissed up my chest to suck a bright red spot at the base of my neck. I let my head fall to the side, baring my neck to him. Master kissed up the side of my neck and teased my earlobe with his tongue.

I felt his fingers gently twisting my nipples as he whispered to me; his hot breath in my ear giving me chills. "I want to fuck you little one...mmmm to slide my cock inside you,"

I moaned as his finger ran along my shaved slit before he easily pushed it inside me. He sucked again on my neck before returning to my ear, "I love how you're always wet for me, my little slut."

Master pulled his finger out and shoved it back in hard, "always ready for me," again he shoved his finger deep into my cunt, making me cry out as I tightened around his finger. "You are MINE!" He enunciated each word by pushing his finger harder inside me and then even harder as he said, "Cum slut."

I cried out again as my cunt clenched around his finger, my body obeying his command. This time, Master didn't let me catch my breath; he curled his finger inside me, rubbing that magic spot behind my pubic bone and ordered me to cum again. Each time my orgasm slowed, he would order me again until I was begging him to stop making me cum. Mindless pleasure rippled through me, seeming never to end.

My body was his, completely. He finally pulled his finger from my cunt, dripping with my juices and brought it to his lips, licking it clean. I stood there, panting, barely able to stand, not even able to lift my head as he stepped back from me.

My stomach knotted in fear as I heard the "wish" of his belt being pulled through the loops of his jeans. I raised my head, looking up into his eyes and then down at his belt as he folded it in half in his hand. "Oh please Master... please no more!" I begged. My body was so tired.

He walked close to me, leaned down to kiss me and said, "But slave, I want to hurt you." Every muscle in my body tightened at his words. I tasted my own juices on his lips as I returned his kiss. Master dragged the belt over my nipples, down my stomach and mound before suddenly wa lking behind me. He leaned close to me, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You will love it slave."

And I knew he was right, even though my stomach was knotted with fear. I looked into his eyes, seeing the sadist there I loved so much. I whimpered, "Please, Master?" unsure even of what I begged for, but confident that my Master would know what I wanted, what I needed.

I heard the belt coming a split second before I felt its sting against my ass. I cried out again and again with each stroke of his belt. My body began trembling, each strike of the belt making me tremble more as my body got closer and closer. Again and again the belt struck me; I could imagine the red streaks left along my burning skin as I felt a solitary tear slide down my cheek. My knees weakened and I felt the cuffs pulling against my wrists as the belt traveled up and down my legs, over my ass. Each strike increased the burn on my skin as I continued to whimper and beg, "Oh please.. please, Master!"

Master suddenly stopped and walked in front of me. I looked up at him, completely out of breath and surprised he'd stopped. He leaned down and kissed my damp brow, tracing a finger along my cheek then turned and walked out of the room. I waited, listening carefully for him, unsure what he was doing, what he expected. Time seemed to drag by as I waited. My body grew chilled while at the same time I burned and ached where the belt had traveled. I felt the air moving against my hot skin, my shoulder muscles beginning to knot in tension from being immobile so long. Endless moments passed as I waited. I sighed in relief as I finally heard Master's footsteps returning. I watched him enter the door and looked into his eyes, needing reassurance. He smiled at me and I felt my chest grow tight and tingly. "Ask me for what you want, slave," he said.

I sighed and let my head drop. He knew I hated to ask. I drew a deep breath and looked up into his eyes, submitting completely to his power as I smiled softly and whispered, "I want you to hurt me, to use me, to fuck me. Please, Master?" He tweaked a nipple, saying, "Mmmmm such a good little slut."

Master walked to the wall and retrieved his favorite cat, then returned to stand behind me. I screamed as a shower of stinging leather struck against my already burning skin. No more warming up, Master was hitting me harder and harder and my body was trembling on the brink of orgasm in no time. I thrust my ass back, meeting each stroke as my voice grew hoarse from screaming. The cat wrapped around my inner thigh, sending me over the edge. My knees no longer wanted to hold me up as waves of pain turned to pleasure. I screamed even louder as the cat curved up along my slit, the tips striking my bare mound. My screams turned to low, begging moans, "Oh god, oh please Master."

I thrust my hips back, craving each kiss of the cat. Master struck again and again, walking around my body. Red welts appeared on my breasts as I screamed for more, thrusting them outward. I wanted it to go on forever, each strike causing me to convulse in pleasure, tears streaming down my face from the exquisite pain/pleasure. Master slowed his strokes, gradually bringing me back. When I hoarsely whispered, "Oh Master," he dropped the cat and moved to unlock the shackles around my ankles. He stood quickly and unfastened the cuffs at my wrists, catching me as I started to fall. He held me close, stroking my burning body before lifting me and carrying me to the huge bed in his dungeon.

I held tight to Master as I tried to catch my breath. I loved the feel of his arms holding me tight, his large hands stroking my body, making me feel safe and protected. When I could move again, I turned my head and kissed his bare chest, gently rubbing my cheek against him. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, how much I loved the way he made me feel, but I couldn't find the words. Master rolled me over on my back and lovingly sucked on my nipples, making me moan with pleasure. He spread my legs, telling me not to move. I wasn't sure I could if I had to, my body was spent. I watched him as he stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes, my eyes glued to his beautiful, rock hard cock.

Master moved to kneel between my legs, leaning over to lick my swollen labia. My body jerked as his tongue touched me, my hips lifting slightly as I silently begged for more. He backed up and looked into my eyes, bringing his belt down hard on my shaved cunt. My eyes closed as my head tilted back and I screamed. My hips lifted, I was already cumming again after one strike, my body drawing up with the pain as the trembling grew stronger and stronger. My lips parted as I moaned again, lower and deeper, "Master, oh god Master."

My face wet with tears and glowing with pleasure, my hips lifted against nothingness as I came hard. My trembling finally began to slow and he brought the belt down hard again on my cunt, making me scream and lift my hips again, wanting more, and wanting him to stop at the same time. The belt slammed against my sensitive skin, making me scream again and again with each lash. Master hit me faster and faster, my head tossing back and forth, tears freely flowing. The harder he hit, the harder I came. I noticed a terrible empty feeling inside, and knew there was only one way to fill it. Through my tears and moaning, I begged, "Oh Master, please... please fuck me!" I sobbed as the belt hit one last time, my body convulsing with one orgasm after another, "Please Master, I need you inside me so bad."

He moved closer to me, lifting my hips with his hands and shoved hard inside me, filling me completely with one thrust and making me scream with the pain of his touch and the incredible pleasure of being filled. I felt myself spasming around his cock as he slammed into my aching cunt again and again. My arms clutched at his shoulders, my legs lifted high as I met his thrusts, wanting him harder and harder inside me. Wanting all of him. I pushed my fingers into his hair as I moaned over and over, each thrust making me cum harder until his final thrust, flooding my cunt.

He relaxed on top of me as I held him close, my arms and legs wrapped tight around him, his cock still pulsing slightly inside me, his cum dripping from my used body. I tenderly kissed up the side of his neck and licked a drop of sweat. He moaned softly as he rolled over, pulling me on top of him and holding me tight against his body. My body ached with each movement. I tucked a leg between his and moaned as my burning cunt c lenched with pain again. I sighed happily, draping an arm over his chest as I dozed off, smiling. My last conscious thought brought a mischievous grin to my face, "Heaven couldn't possibly be this good."

copyright 1998 oreoh