She awoke to the piercing sound of the alarm clock chiming. Reaching over, she smacked the snooze button quickly and rolled back towards her husband. Sleepily, she gazed over the curves of his body in the twilight. Admiringly, she thought he looked so peaceful and innocent. An evil grin washed over her face, as she reminisced over the prior evening. Still amazed that this gentle, quiet man could turn into such a forceful beast. She could feel that the red silk scarves that had bound her, still wrapped around her ankles and waist; as was the the one loosely left around her neck. A lingering reminder of their renewed attraction for one another. The moistness of his pleasures was still evident between her thighs, as if beckoning her to touch herself.

She allowed her fingers to caress the edges of her moistened, swollen lips. Lusting in the sensations that were rushing over her, as she pulled at their puffiness. Her fingers gently danced over her tender clit and she let a soft moan escape her lips. She watched as he stirred for a moment, causing her to pause and hold her breath. When his body finally stilled he was now facing her, and she watched him as she continued her assault on her wanton pussy. Her breath was quickening as she inserted two fingers into her warm, juicy love box and stroked herself rythmically with the other. Barely able to maintain her silence as her orgasm quickly approached, he stirred yet once more. But this time, she could not stop herself. She was almost ready to release, when he smiled through closed eyes and asked sleepily "What do you think you are doing, naughty little slut? You haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?" She breathlessly paused for a moment as he opened his eyes and peered at her.

She returned the smile, sheepishly, as she quickly withdrew her fingers from her sopping wet pussy. Afraid to answer him, she said nothing and just smiled sweetly as she brought her hands from under the covers and away from her now throbbing pussy. Her glistening fingers were hard not to notice as the streaming sunlight fell upon them. He sat up and with a very serious expression said "Taste yourself". Nervously swallowing deeply, she placed her long, red fingernails to her lips and slid them in slowly. His hand guided hers to push them all the way in and all the way out. Over and over, as if they were a cock fucking her face. She was pleasantly surprised by her own musky sweetness and he was pleased by that. His arousal was becoming evident as the silk sheets began to rise. "You like that, don't you?" he asked smugly. She slyly grinned and nodded back at him. Then abruptly, he pulled her wrist away from her face and with his free hand grabbed her by the hair, cocked her head back, and growled "Now taste ME wench!". His forceful grasp planted her face firmly at his now exposed, swollen cock. "Suck on it!" He ordered, as his other hand reached between her legs. His warm hand roamed the places were hers had just been and he explored her wetness.

She could see by his expression that he was not pleased by this. With one quick jerk, he managed to flip her to her knees. Her lips hesitated for a moment, but he tugged at her hair, cocking her head back once more and stating intently "Stop again and you will be punished more severely". She nodded as her eyes met his and he penetrated her throat once more. He pushed her all the way down his shaft before releasing his grasp on her hair. His body reached around hers and grabbed the scarf still entwined around her ankle. Yanking her arm from holding his prick as she bobbed, he bound her wrist to her ankle behind her. Pausing for only a moment to savor his sluts warm, wet lips and to push his shaft deeply down her throat once more. Then, again, he reached for the other ankle and bound it to the other wrist.

Withdrawing his stiff member from her mouth, he tugged at the remaining silk scarf around her neck as it lay across her breasts and leered at her. He crossed it until it became tight and he could see her squirming for air as he cocked her head back and tied it to the waist scarf along her back. He relished at the sight of his slave, bound so beautifully and so yet so vulnerable. With her head held back, her breast pointed upright and were fully exposed for the taking. He let out a sinister laugh and said, "You have many lessons to be learned, my dear one", as he flashed a red leather spanker above her face. Her eyes widened as she pondered where he was going to inflict his punishment as he usually spanked her cheeks with this toy. Before her thoughts could drift any further... Snap-snap! Snap-snap!

The sting from each breast instantly captured her to attention and caused her to gasp loudly and fight against her restraints. "Shhhhhhhhhh" he glared, as he looked around the room. "But the time..." her voice trailing off as he sliced through her words "WENCH!" Reaching off the bed to the floor, his face reappeared over hers. Deeply he gazed into her eyes, leaned in and pressed his warm lips against hers. She wantonly yearned for his touch, his kiss, anything. Her pussy now desperately craving his attention. His hands cupped her face and his tongue parted her soft lips as he allowed her tongue to dance with his for a brief moment. Her eyes closing as she savored his touch. She felt his warmth pull away as he started to speak softly in her ear. "I will make certain that you will be quiet". She opened her eyes just as his hand displayed a pair of her lace panties wadded up in a ball within her view and as she opened her lips to object, he stuffed them into her mouth to muffle her objections. She tried to scream through them, but he held her face tightly; stroking her long, flowing red hair down her back and said "Enough of that now!" as he quickly smacked her cheek. The blood immediately rushed to her cheek. Warming it, and most assuredly turning it red. She was shocked. He had never slapped her before. Her eyes shot him a disapproving look only to be met with another quick smack. "Better behave slut" he threatened. With that he disappeared away from her face.

Her eyes scanned where they could, but she knew better than to move a muscle. A mild panic started to overcome her, as cold beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and stream down into her hairline. She shook her head to keep it from running into her eyes. Then, he appeared next to her for a brief moment. His hand wiped away the sweat from her brow with a soft cloth and then he quickly vanished again. She could hear sounds of things being placed around her, but was unable to put them into view. As her mind raced with visions of her possible punishments, her thoughts were quickly broken by the sound of his voice sneering. "Now you will be taught a lesson. Your body is no longer yours, and you will only orgasm on MY command!" Snap-Snap! Snap-Snap! Her gasp was muffled by the lace...

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