Unfinished Erotic Fan Fiction

Does he understand or care that I sleep better in his tight space. I know he locks me away so I don't bother him while he is sleeping. Plus I really don't deserve to be in his bed. He is so much more powerful than I can ever hope to be. He smells so good and takes up so much space in bed. In the place he puts me I feel his love. As he chains me to his bed and gags me, as he blindfolds me. I feel his breath on my neck, whispering for me not to hold back my cries. I can't believe he thinks I would hold anything back? I want him to know I appreciate the pain he gives me. The freedom he gives me to let everything out. Where would I be without what he has taught me? I feel so free and beautiful in the special place he has given me. After he finishes with me, after he has cum and let me cum. After he has released me from his chains on his bed. He gives me my special gear. My sleep gear. He ties me up in the bondage of night. Places my special anal plug deep inside of my ass. It's always a surprise how gentle he is when placing it inside. Even though he does not use lube for anal sex. He uses it for the anal plug I sleep in. I always feel such exhilaration as he leads me to his cage, on my knees, by the chain made into the plug. When he places me inside, I look up at him with tears in my eyes. Because I miss him at night. He always leaves me a little something so I don't cry about that all night. Right before he closes the metal gate shut. As I lay down in my tight space in his closet. He says, "Open your mouth my little pig." When I do with my eyes open, so eager for one last look at him. One last taste of him. When I have my eyes and mouth open. He looks at me and says, "wider". I know he wants me to open my mouth wide until it really hurts. And I am. But I know he wants me to try harder. So I open my mouth until my skins tears ever so slightly. When he is satisfied with looking at me like that. He makes a sound from deep down in his throat. And spits right into my mouth. I feel it in the back of my throat. I taste it on my tongue. He looks at me a little longer. Laying there with my mouth open looking into his eyes, with his spit in my mouth. He says, "What do you say, slut?" I answer "thank you, Sir." He closes the gate. I close my eyes. He walks away in silence. He turns out the light and closes the closet door. I can hear him when he sits on the bed and picks up his guitar. As he plays I wonder if he is singing me to sleep or just writing new songs? I know it's the latter. But I sleep like a baby anyway.


When I awake in the morning I wonder if it's too early for him. Is he awake yet, I wonder. probably not. It seemed he stayed up all night smoking and writing new songs. I lay very still and try not to wet the mat. It's very hard because I sort of have to pee. I weigh the thought in my head. If he is awake he will be in to wake me soon enough, giving me time to ask for permission to use the bathroom. If he is still sleeping, I'll have to deal with the consequence of wetting the mat. The last time I was in this very situation Sir told me if I could not control myself (which I can't) I would have to sleep on the wet mate for a few days, or sleep with no mat until I learned to control myself. I can't control myself so I close my eyes and return to sleep. I dream of his bed and how warm it would be if I were laying next to him. This leads to my regretting talking back three weeks ago, the action that lead me to sleeping in my Spacial Place...well in the first place. 


I hear his Blackberry buzz with a text message, maybe he is awake. I open my eyes with excitement. I can not hear him move. Does he respond to his phone? Did he even hear it? I hear him move on his bed. I turn over and start sucking my thumb to distract me from all of the excitement of Sir being definitely awake and my having to pee. Only it doesn't work and I feel the wet begin to leak out onto the mat. I try to go back to sleep, it's not like he ever wants to be bothered when he first wakes up. To my surprise he opens the closet door and turns on the light. Sir is so beautiful first thing in the morning. He is like some Satanic Angel with his clothes off like this. He looks sleepy as he runs his fingers through his short black hair. My eyes are not fully adjusted but his eyes are still the most beautiful sight I have seen in my lifetime. 


He kicks the cage with his foot a little. "Piggy, wake up I have a meeting this morning." I move around a bit so he can see that I am indeed awake without me having to take my thumb out of my mouth. It is now being sucked with anticipation. I don't want him to know that I have wet myself. Especially now knowing that he has this morning meeting. Meaning I will take extra time which is always frowned upon by Sir. Extra attention cleaning my mess. He picks out a suit and a Black London Fog Coat to match. "I'll be back to deal with you in a moment." Fuck, that means I have to lay here in my own mess until he is dressed. That should take about an hour. So I fall back to sleep. 


I'm awaken by his Black Doc Marten boot kicking the outside of the metal cage hard. "Pig, time to get the fuck up. We have twenty minutes to get you clean and dressed and down to the kitchen."  I'm awake all shocked from the cage rattling and the screaming. "I may need more time than that, Sir." I say to him. "Why, are you a little Pissy Pants again?" Fuck, why does he always know. "Yes, Sir" I answer already crying, like he gives a shit.  He gets down on his knees so he can look me right in the face. " No breakfast for you this morning and I'm going to have to start keeping you out in the backyard if you can't control yourself, Pissy Pants."  I look up at him still in tears.  He unlocks the cage and places a collar around my neck. He attaches a leash onto it. Takes me out of the cage and removes his plug. He then leads me out of the closet by my leash. I can see the frustration in his eyes as he looks at the wet mat. He begins to drag me across the floor to the bathroom. "Hurry the fuck up,  Pissy you only have twenty minutes. Are you fucking deaf?" He kicks me hard in the ass with his boot  in order to speed up the process of  me being dragged to the bathroom. 


It's still warm on the bathroom floor because of him steaming up the bathroom while he got ready. I lay on the floor strangely enjoying the warmth and the dryness. At this point he usually takes off my collar so I can shower and get dressed. This time he leaves me laying on the floor and begins filling the bathtub with water. Does he want me to bath in under twenty minutes? I wonder. After the tub is full he walks back over to me laying on the floor. He picks up my leash and pulls me up towards him. "Get up." I do as I am instructed and stand up as straight as I can. Bad posture is not allowed by Sir even in this circumstance. "I don't know if I can bath in under twenty minutes, Sir." I say to him. "Did I say you can make a fucking peep?" I shake my head no. He Begins to undo his cuff links, rolls up his sleeves and I can tell by the way he removes my collar and walks me over to the tube that he is going to bath me himself. This could prove to be a bit romantic. 


I get in the warm water. It feels so good since I was cold and wet half of the morning. He sits in a chair near the edge of the bathtub, gets a sponge and rubs my back and exposed chest. Then he gets it nice and wet and lets it drip over my head. This feels very nice and is going to take more than twenty minutes. I want to remind him that he said we only have twenty minutes. But I know better than to remind Sir of anything.  He begins to run his fingers through my hair gently kissing me on the forehead. I look into his beautiful eyes and smile. He smiles back and I think he mouths I love you. After which he grabs a hold of my hair tightly and proceeds to drown me forcefully in the tub. It is a full head and body dunking action that immediately takes my breath away. This is repeated over and over again for five minutes. I kick and scream and hit both my legs and elbows on the porcelain. I can hear him laughing as I come up a mere second for air. Up and down I go. The fucker is drowning me and he thinks it is funny. I'm not sure how much water I have snorted or swallowed and I know he does not care. For a minute I contemplate my own death. Am I stupid enough to let him drown me? Is Sir going to kill me like this? All of these thoughts go through my head for the next ten minutes. He holds me down under the water for what seems like a lifetime but is only two minutes. When he finally takes his hands off of my hair and face I sit upright in the tub and catch my breath. "All of that fucking splashing and you manged not to get me wet. Good Girl, because that would have landed you in the Gimp house unsupervised today." I bearly comprehend as I try to catch my breath. "Get dressed, you have ten minutes." He hands me a towel and walks out of the bathroom. 


I get dressed in the clothes he has laid out for me on his bed. A red baby doll dress, black and white striped tights, a black and white spiked collar, and White Doc martens. I make up the bed and go downstairs with one minute to spare. I see him check his phone laying on the kitchen table for the time. He does not tell me I did a good job getting cleaned and dressed in under twenty minutes. But he smiles so I know he is proud of me. He is at the table eating toast, fruit, and vegan pancakes he had his chef make for our breakfast. I sit down across from him at the table in front of my plate. It's a mirror of his meal. I am very hungry after the night of sex and punishment. Not to mention the bath he just gave me. Before I begin to eat. He reminds me because of my wetting the mat I will not be eating breakfast this morning. I smile and thank him. I drink some ice water while he finishes his breakfast. He reminds me to make sure the bathroom and bedroom are clean before he gets home this afternoon and to clean up my place in the closet. "Don't touch the mat in the cage. You are going to sleep on it again tonight, Pissy Pants. I have to train you like a little fucking dog I see." After he is done with breakfast we go into the living room so he can pick up his keys and coat. He gives me my instructions for the day. In addition to the upstairs rooms I'm to clean the kitchen and back patio. Take his suits to the dry-cleaner, clean all of the linen and not eat a single thing all day. "If I suspect you put anything in that filthy mouth of yours you will be punished...and I punish serverely. Do you understand?" I wonder if he would know if I just had a little something? Yes, I know he would so I answer with "yes, Sir." It's not like he can't tell if I am lying by looking right at me. He gives me a kiss and a pat on the ass and is out the front door. I go upstairs to begin my list of chores. 


I play his music loud as it can go to keep me company. The hard rock helps me get through the work faster.
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