The Night After the Storm

I pulled myself out of the dredges of sleep and reluctantly reached for my phone. I really didn’t want to look at it but knew that I must. My sister has been waffling for days as to whether or not she will go ahead with her knee surgery. If she decides yes, then I’m flying tomorrow for America. If not, I’m staying put. The only hiccup? She has changed her mind so many times in the past few weeks that my head is in a spin. I can’t cope with chaos. I feel like I’m flailing. But wait. What’s that? No. How in the world can that possibly happen? I can’t deny it. I can feel it there, just below the surface, that gentle thrumming of my arousal awakens with me, and it feels good. Moreso, it feels hungry.

I mentally check my body. No, I wasn’t playing with myself in my sleep, again. I look towards the sky as I try to recall how the night before ended. A smile slowly sneaks across my face with that adjoining mischievous twinkle in my eye that I’ve been accused of having. I needed release from all the tension in my body and mind last night. Seldom is it good to argue with your Master. To try to pull my mind away, I’d opened up an ebook I’d only just purchased and wouldn’t you just know it, the sub is unaware that she’s a sub and is receiving her very first caning. Something that I’ve desperately wanted to experience for several years now. I recall my hand snaking down to my cunt, with each count of the cane, I toyed with my clit. I could nearly visualise it, hear it in my head. My finger speeds up, I force my eyes to remain open though I can feel them wanting to roll upwards. So quietly, “yes, please, Sir’. My mouth goes dry. My feet dig in to the footstool. With each count of the blows, my hips jerk upwards. I can feel my wetness growing, smell my desire. ’Oh yes please, more, Sir.’ I hear my voice reverberate in my room. ‘10, thank you, Sir. 11, thank you, Sir’. I’ve somehow synchronised to the character‘s count. I can almost feel it. I thrust up into the open air, fucking my clit and feeling the burning across my ass. My ass is too tender, I can’t sit down. My hips start moving in a circular humping pattern. ‘Oh fuck! That feels so good, more please, more, Sir 18, thank you, Sir. 19, thank you, Sir.’ On the count of twenty my whole body stiffens and then starts thrashing around uncontrollably. I scream into the empty air as my orgasm rocks through me, My scream just continues and lingers as smaller shockwaves slide through the entirety of my body. I know I should take my hand away or I may be too tender for what tomorrow holds, but I can’t deny myself this release, this total relinquishment of control. I continue to flick my clit, until my breathing becomes haggard and my mind becomes a haze. I let my hand fall to the chair as I lick my parched lips and drift off to sleep.

I smile to myself. Yeah, that might be it.