Winter came and we found ourselves compelled to change certain customs. Even using a pyjama and blankets, my cage was too cold. Besides, we bought it because mistress liked to watch me bound, defenseless and at her mercy. If I had to be wrapped in several layers of cloth the picture would be much less appealing.

Through my earphones, the alarm clock of my cell phone awakened me. I shut it down using the tip of my nose. Mistress' solution for coldness was that I would sleep in the bed, hogtied as usual, protected by the same sheets and blankets she used. There was a particularity, though, I had to awaken her every morning, and for that purpose I slept between her legs. Even in total darkness I just have to follow mistress' scent to find my destination. My face was a few inches from it, anyways.

I crawled slowly, partly because my erect nipples were rubbing against the sheets, but also because my weight was resting over my clit chain and any movement made me worry about my clit's wellbeing while, at the same time, sent jolts of pleasure. Also mistress' leg was laying on my back.

Once in place I started by kissing and sucking softly on her clit. She murmured something that included the word “slave” still asleep. I felt proud for starring her dreams. I kept kissing softly as I just wanted to awaken her.

-Stop.- She mumbled. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, clear her head and take a pee. Once she was totally awake she came back and placed her crotch in front of me again. She first day we had done that, she was half asleep and didn't enjoy my ministrations completely, so she changed the tactic.- Finish me, slave.- She pushed on my head with her hands and I fucked her quim with my tongue. While I worked on her I kept moving my hips in order to make my clit chain tug softly. This way I also had my fun, except that I wouldn't have an immediate release.

After breakfast, I was working on my last case with the laptop and she was reading a magazine. She approached me, slided a hand into my housecoat and cupped my breast. She squeezed a couple of times and then pinched my nipple, hard enough to make me yelp. I opened partially the housecoat to allow her a better access.

-I've been looking at some pictures, slave. Your tits are too small. I want them bigger.- That was new. The piercings and the tattoo were fine because I could conceal them quite easily, but the enlarging troubled me. She showed me a picture of a woman whose breasts were bigger than basketball balls.- That's what I want.- Obviously she was joking so I played along.

-They are too big, mistress. I could accept a quarter inch or half an inch tops, but I wouldn't like it.- She slapped me hard on my face.

-You must be really stupid. I own you.- She slapped me again.- I will decide how big I want your fucking tits.- She tapped on the side of my thigh. I moved to one side and she sat in the same chair facing the opposite direction. She slided an arm around my back, inside my housecoat, hugged me and caressed my flank. Then she kissed me on the lips.- Did I hurt you, slave?

-Mistress, don't worry. If you want to slap me, please do it. You don't need to invent excuses. Though I would recommend you to use gloves. I wouldn't want to hurt those beautiful hands.

-You are fine with the slaps, you are fine with the flogger... I'm running out of hands, slave.

-I'm sorry, mistress.

-I've bought you something.- She went to our bedroom and produced a package from our closet.- It was a choker, about an inch and a half wide, made of some sort of malleable material that looked like silver. At one end it had a tiny clasp and a short thin chain at the other. In front had the words “Property of” engraved in italics, on the inner side and the words “Kendra” on the outer side. Anyone close enough to see the color of my eyes could read mistress' name. Behind the name hung a small ring that looked so fragile that couldn't possibly hold anything. It musted be an adornment.- It's waterproof, so I was thinking that, maybe, you could wear it like..., always.- I smiled and lifted my hair so mistress could mark me as her property again. She took off the collar and fastened the new one, closing the clasp on one of the chain's links. It was so tight that I would constantly feel its presence but I could move it up and down. As it would mold to the shape of my neck I couldn't gyrate it easily. She guided my hands towards the clasp to prove me that I wouldn't open it without her help.- If any of your relatives asks, it's a present from your best friend. For any other person...- I couldn't stop myself. I slided my hand inside my panties and caressed my labia.- Oh, no, stop it, slave. I still want my answer. I asked you about a line, a few nights ago, in the restaurant.

-Sorry, mistress. You are so beautiful and so close. I couldn't help myself. Yes, mistress, flogged or not, leashed or not, horny or not. I'll cross with you.

-Are you sure?

-Mistress. There's no point in doubting. It's already done.

-To our bedroom, now.- She opened the padlock and took off the chastity device. While she cleaned them on the sink I did my best to not touch myself. When I was plugged I touched myself freely, knowing that the important parts were blocked. When I was opened I preferred not to touch, so I wouldn't risk an uninvited orgasm. Then she made me put two fingers inside my cunt, and rub my clit with the middle finger of my other hand.-  Face on the sheets, ass in the air. Masturbate, but don't cum. Go, now.- I did as ordered and she followed me. I frigged myself while I walked and kept doing it after I had assumed the position on the bed.- Faster. I want to hear squishing noises.- She opened the drawer, took the egg vibrator and pushed it inside her. Then she took the harness with the plastic dildo and, lowering her trousers, fastened it on herself. I was lost in my own world. She positioned herself on my back, took off my butt plug and grabbed my waist with both hands.- Leave your cunt alone and spread your buttocks. I did as told. I could feel my juices running down my legs, so horny I was. In one thrust she got half the dildo into my pussy. She got out and inside again, the whole dildo this time. My pussy spasmed, aqueezing the plastic penis. She stayed there for a while.- I have to lubricate, you know?- She gave me the controller of the egg.- Choose a number between three and seven. I'm going to use your virgin ass. I'll keep fucking you until I cum. The bigger the number, the faster I'll pound. You choose, slow and long lasting, or fast and quick. Understood?- I nodded.- Moan for me, slave. Pretend that you love this. I want you to fake an orgasm at the same time that I have a real one.

Not knowing what to do I chose five. She got out again and entered me from behind. Just the tip in the first thrust and a bit deeper with each one. She kept reaching deeper until I yelped in pain. Then she took a constant rythm trying not to hurt me more. I did as ordered and moaned matching her. For being honest, I was actually enjoying it. Despite the discomfort it was..., hot. Though I was pretty sure that with any other person that would have been much more disgusting. My mistress was fucking me. Front of rear didn't matter, if that was her desire then that was the right thing to do. At some point the fake moans became..., not entirely fake. When she climaxed, I pretended to do the same. She fell over me, the dildo still inside. She hugged me, kissed my neck and shut down the egg.

-Mistress, your question about the line was because you wanted to fuck my ass?- I asked after a minute in silence in which she recovered her breath. She nodded.- You know that you don't need excuses. For you it's always available.- She nodded again.- Mistress, I'd gladly host you inside my body as long as you wanted, don't you ever doubt that, but it's late and I have to cook dinner.- I said after another pause.

-Don't lock your cunt yet, slave. Let it breath.- Shit, another day without climaxing. She got out and went to the bathroom. I was alone, I could... No. Not without her permission. I went to the kitchen and started preparing the dishes. I could hear her in the bathroom cleaning the dildo. A pair of minutes later she came and reaching behind my housecoat, started caressing my labia. That was normal, she did it a lot. Suddenly she grabbed both my hips and made me turn around. She lifted me in a quick movement and made me sit on the countertop. She slided her hands along my thighs towards my cunt. With her thumbs she opened my labia. Then I noticed that she was still wearing the harness. The dildo entered my pussy inch after inch until my lips and clit were pressing against the leather of the harness.- Not only your ass, slave. Hope you don't mind hosting me a bit longer.- She guided my legs so they surrounded her waist.- Oh, sorry, this hole is mine. I'm hosting myself.- She laughed at her own joke. I was too confused to understand anything. She got out and began  fucking me, slowly first, gradually increasing the rythm. That was a new level of intimacy. Her breasts pressed against mine. I could feel her gasps on my neck. I wished we would have crossed that mental line before.

Mistress kept going for a good while. I didn't knew how much would it last so I placed my hands on the countertop, closed my legs tightly around her waist, and matched her thrusts using the force of my arms and hips, to enjoy those feelings as much as possible. I didn't need to pretend this time, I was actually in a bliss. My mistress was fucking me. That was way better than any cock or any toy. It wasn't her special ability or her strength it was just... Whichever was the reason, it didn't matter. She hadn't finished yet and I wanted more. I wanted my mistress inside me.

Four orgasms and thirty minutes later, mistress was still inside me. She was resting a bit. I hugged her with the remaining strength of my arms. My legs felt like jelly. I would have fallen if she wasn't there supporting my weight.

-Now you are a bit more mine.- Mistress said between gasps. I didn't answer. There was no point in confirming the obvious.