Now I Lay me Down to Sleep

Last night I tried to slip into bed, but just as I lifted the covers, and knelt on the bed I heard Master say, no, come to me. I was sleepy and my pillow looked enticing, but I immediately abandoned thoughts of sleep and obeyed. The paddle laid by His side with the rope did not escape my notice. When Master decided to make me wear nipple clamps for Him, I confess I thought of how sleepy I was and how low my pain tolerance probably was and I was begrudgingly obeying inside.

Yet when He entwined His hand under my hair and pulled my head back, that was all it took. Every tiny bit of resistance melted at His feet along with my soul. I felt my cells tingle and my heart thump. He ordered me to bend over the bed and I did. I buried my face into the covers and knowing that the paddle would soon land, and that it would hurt gave me a shiver. I lifted my ass high for Him, higher then I wanted to, to show my sleepiness that it did not matter, that above all else, I will submit to Master's pleasure.

Master likes to make my ass red and hot for Him, to make my tears flow, to leave me soft and open and submissive to Him. I submitted to the paddles smacks, feeling the pulses of pain smack through my flesh, forcing the nipple clamps to move, pulling at my nipples and making me gasp. Inevitably, the pain always traces an electrifying path to my pussy and makes me wet and desperate. When Master finished paddling me and spanking me He ordered me up into the bed and picked up my rope, binding my hands for the night. And then He allowed me to orgasm for Him, a mad, writhing, explosion of an orgasm.

You are the sweetest of dreams beloved Master. I live for You.