Please read the previous chapters to get the idea of the story line.
I heard myself moan, you know that moment between deep sleep and waking up, trying to hold onto the dream that’s making you feel so good. Was I panting? I smiled, the dream I was having, it felt very real. I was bound to the bed, my ankles tied, my thighs spread, my arms stretched at the other end.
"Mmmmmmm."
I heard myself moan again and I bit my lip. I could feel something on my nipples, it was solid. My back arched, my nipples yearned for more. They were encased and hard, it felt like they were being rolled but that wasn’t it. The memory of the feeling sent a jolt to my pussy. I felt my pussy juices start to drip out of me.
A scent, I know it spicy, citrus, musky … I know that scent!
A breathe on my neck, god it feels so real.
A kiss, not like my Masters kiss but I felt it.
A tongue licking my inside thigh; not my Masters either.
A hand, it slid up my curves to my breasts; too big for my Masters hand.
God then there was that cock! It felt familiar, but who?
I gasped as I felt it slide into my wet pussy. ‘This dream is so amazing,’ I thought to myself.
"Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t wake up."
I kept repeating as I tried to focus on this man in my dream that was making me moan. My body was rocking,
Damn I need to sleep. If I could get back into deep sleep I might find him.
I drifted off searching for him, Sam passed by and smiled Mike and Peter standing next to him, and it wasn’t them. Robert stood there smiling, wasn’t him either; I kept searching but he remained faceless.
My body was screaming at me, I was so horny all my sexual senses were awake. Still searching, maybe I need to move to find him.
Just as long as I don’t wake up!
I tried to turn onto my side to find my dream. It was then I realised I wasn’t asleep. My mind was retracing my last actions before I slept, and I heard his voice.
“Good morning my slut.” He whispered in my ear. His cock was half way in my pussy, just sliding in and out.
I slowly woke up and it all hit me, where I was and who I was with. I kept my eyes closed for a bit longer feeling all the sensations of what was happening to me. My feet flat on the bed, cuffs on my ankles. I tried to move them but they were bound. My thighs, they were also tied; there was very little movement with them. My pussy, there was a huge cock in it slowly sliding in and out.
His weight was on me, not heavy, just there. My nipples, encased in nipple clamps and they were being tightened every time that cock slid into my pussy. My mouth; kissed by him, oh his kisses. Gentle kisses, his tongue licking my lips, enticing them to open for him to explore my mouth. I tried to bring my arms to him; they were tied to the bed corners too.
I finally opened my eyes and pulled on my restraints. My cuffs held in place. My thighs weren’t moving. He stopped kissing me and smiled as he thrust his cock hard into my pussy.
“Are you awake my slut?” He laughed.
I gasped, moaning, “Yessssss Master John.”
“Well who would have thought I would be able to have you tied to the bed while you slept?” He said still laughing.
“Not fair, I was dead tired.” I pouted.
“You must have been tired that’s true, but your body was far from dead my slut.” He retorted.
I looked at him for an explanation.
“I managed to lick an orgasm from you before my cock found its way into your pussy.” He smirked. “Even while you’re sleeping your body still reacts!”
I moaned as he tightened the nipple clamps again. I lifted my arse off the bed as far as I could with the restraints.
“I love fucking you slut, your body reacts even when you’re trying to pout.” He laughed at me.
“Damn my body, it always betrays me.” I groaned.
Master John started thrusting harder into me. My pussy clenched and released as his cock slid in and out of me. My leg muscles tensed and fire blazed as an orgasm shot through me. He kept thrusting and another started to build. I screamed as it ripped upward from my pussy and continued, my body jerking. He kept going relentlessly my body now rolling with orgasms. My hands were gripping the sheets and my pussy dripped juices out every time Master John thrust in.
My pussy was so wet I could hear the squishing sounds as Master John pounded into me. Moaning and trying to arch up to him as I feel another set of orgasms shoot through me. I bit my lip, I could feel my pussy clench over his cock, my legs tensed again as I tried to clamp them together. I cum in shudders and Master John was still pounding me. I looked into his eyes and there was nothing but lust there and he groaned. His huge cock swollen and his hot, sticky, thick cum started squirting deep into my pussy. As his cock started to shrink and slip out of it’s our juices started to flow out of my pussy.
Master John reached above me and released the clips on my wrist cuffs to free my straining arms. I brought my arms down the muscles were aching in my shoulders.
“You must be starving my slut, it’s almost 2pm.” He laughed.
“God is it?” I asked.
“Yes and you slept like the proverbial log! I couldn’t believe that I could tie you so well and you slept through it.”
I rubbed my shoulders as Master John was releasing my thighs and ankles from their bondage.
“How long was I tied for? I asked trying to rub my aching thigh muscles.
“At least four hours, and your body just responded to every touch I made on you.” He smirked moving my hands massaging my legs.
“I can’t believe it either.” I laughed, “Master has been trying to do that to me for a while and I always wake up before He has one wrist cuffed.”
“I thought you were awake when I started licking your pussy. You were moaning so loud, I was waiting for you to say something but your body just responded to my touch.” His pressed hard on my thigh and he continued. “When you arched up to me I thought for sure you were awake but you just rolled through an orgasm and I kept going, it was so fucking sexy!”
I giggled and moved to the edge of the bed.
“I need the bathroom Master John.” I said and he helped me up and followed me in there.
I was used to using the toilet with my Master so Master John in there with me didn’t feel any different. He watched me as I sat on the toilet relieving myself, then he walked over to the shower and turned it on.
He stepped in under the water and waited for me to finish. Frowning, he put his hand out for me to join him.
I walked into the shower and the water splashed on me. He moved me out of the water flow and put his hands on my shoulders forcing me to kneel on the floor.
“Take your stance slut!” He ordered.
I immediately put my hands behind my back lacing my fingers together and spread my knees apart keeping my head down.
“You know what I’m going to do don’t you my slut?” He said lifting his cock and aiming it at me.
“Look at me!”
I looked up at Master John his cock pointed at my tits and nodded.
“Yes Master John.” I replied.
He started to urinate on my breasts; he let the spray go across my shoulders and up my neck. The heat of his urine warmed me as he sprayed my chin.
“Open your mouth slut!” He demanded.
My mouth opened and I felt his urine fill it up spilling out down my chin.
He finished emptying his bladder on me then turned the shower head onto my face and let the water cascade over me. I let his urine wash out of my mouth and allowed the water to wash over me.
Master John took my hand and stood me up pulling me into him.
“I can’t believe you let me do that to you Taatiana.” He whispered in my ear. “You truly belong to me now.”
I looked at him, smiled and nodded. “Yes I do.” I said.
My Master had given me a golden shower before. It was one of my ‘hard limits’ I had said no to when He started to train me. One day I asked Master if it was His desire to do a Golden Shower on me. His eyes told me He wanted it even though He left it to my choice. I thought about it for a week, I picked up my phone while Master was at work and asked him for it. I wanted it from Him, Master urinating on me was not a thing of disgust it was Him making me His. His protection over me and I felt it when it was done. My Master has done it to me a few times since but that first time made me realise how much I was giving Him and what He was doing for me.
Master John had just given me the same feeling. We had talked about it in our conversations but wasn’t sure if he would go through with it. Now I belonged to him too. The cuffs were the visual part of the ownership; the golden shower was our more intimate part. We were both willing and had the desire for it to happen.
We washed each other quietly and stepped out of the shower to towel off. I completed my after shower rituals and Master John went to find some clothes for me to wear. When I walked out of the bathroom he had my clothes laid out on the bed. A white slip with bra and panties, he had chosen a purple and black pleated skirt and white shirt with a faint purple pinstripe through it. Low heeled knee high boots finished my outfit. I smiled at his selection.
I walked into the lounge where Master John was waiting for me and he handed me my black coat and a put a scarf around my neck.
“I found your laundry in your bag this morning so have sent it all out to be cleaned.” He said grinning as he informed me, “I told the staff to let the cleaners know that the coat needed extra care because there was cum on it.”
I looked at him and giggled.