This morning, I tried to sleep through Master playing with my boobs. Seriously.
I almost never sleep in. I wake up some time between 4 and 6am, without fail, and can’t go back to sleep. Not too long ago, this meant that by the time Master was ready to get out of bed, I was either in a straight panic from all the self-deprecating thoughts I’d been turning over and over in my mind, or I was in an all out rage because… How dare He decide to sleep in when I can’t?
Yeah… I know.
This was exacerbated by the fact that when I turned our bedroom into the dark cave that it is now, there was suddenly nothing I was allowed to do to quell my racing mind. It was too dark to read a book, so I gave reading on the PDA a shot. The PDA, on any setting, was too bright, and even when I read with it under the covers, it woke Master up.
The PDA was under the covers. Not me. I can’t deal with that much fabric over my face.
So I started taking sleeping pills. They didn’t help. They put me to sleep, but I still woke up every morning somewhere between 4 and 6am, and lay there. Staring. Thinking. Ripping myself to pieces, or cursing Master for being able to sleep.
When Master got His iPhone from work, He gave me His iPod. There’s no reason for Him not to use the iPhone, so long as He’s paying for the apps He downloads (He is.), and He’s not running up the company’s bill (He can’t. Due to the nature of the job, they have unlimited everything.), so He does everything He used to do on His iPod (and more) on His iPhone.
And I can use the iPod to read. For whatever reason, the light from the iPod doesn’t bother Him while He’s sleeping. Yay, Apple, for developing a product that’s bright as hell, but doesn’t wake up my owner.
But the past few days, I’ve been able to sleep in. And I mean really sleeping! So hard, in fact, that I almost was able to sleep through Master playing with my boobs.
Then He grabbed my wrist, yanked my whole body closer to Him, wrapped my hand around His cock, and said, “Make me cum, cunt.”
It was only a minute or two before He positioned Himself in a way that I could rub His cock on my belly and upper thighs. And not long in to it, I think He thought I was falling asleep. I know my hand slowed. It was all pins and needles, and my groggy mind didn’t think to switch until He was just about ready to cum. He started slapping and choking me, and pinching and pulling on my nipples. And then, a light bulb went off in my mind, and I switched hands. Dear sweet relief!
I began doing a much better job, and then He was ready. And then He was cumming gallons all over me.
“Okay, time for the piggy to get in the shower, and start coffee.”
And I grinned as I tried to figure out a way to climb over Him without rubbing my belly all over Him.
I totally should’ve. Totally.