As always I own nothing but the plot for this story and the OOC ways I have Bella and Edward acting.

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Chapter 9: A Naked Day

BPOV

Waking this morning, without any erotic dreams or fantasies flashing through my head, is a relief. Still trying to get a grip on the things that I am thinking, I decide that today I will really test some pain limits with Edward. I have been too far into the pleasure side of our relationship, and I am going to step up some boundaries quickly. I have to get my mind off the feelings I have for him, if I want to tighten the reigns on the BDSM. I will set a test for him, and see if he fails.

A part of me is reacting to my own feelings of lust, and the way I want him, is not all BDSM related. I know he is feeling it too; it is way too easy to read his emotions. If he shows them today, he will get a rather red ass fast. The thing is he is so perfect for me in this lifestyle; he takes all the punishments, pain and the pleasure I give to him, and comes back for more. Until I force it from him, he never safe words. He will be gagged today, but he can still press the buzzer if he needs to. Being lenient has never been my game, and I want to test him to see if he remembers that. I don't want to break him, but I need to maintain this control. I need to toughen up, or so it seems from the way I feel.

Laying here thinking about all the things I could do, I realize that my options are quite limited, since I have only a few items with me for this stay. I do have that rather nice leather studded fraternity paddle, and a ball gag. A smile comes across my face, as I think of the different ways I will use that paddle today. Then I think about the other things I have brought with me, and plan a nice course of action for the day.

The wake up call comes, and we head off to the gym. I allow Edward to wear a pair of spandex biking shorts to run in, and I work on the Pilates machine as he runs on the treadmill. Lean and sleek, his toned body never ceases to amaze me. I continue to do my workout and watch him as much as I can. His back is to me, and he is wearing his iPod, strapped to his bicep. I have never watched anyone run, but I sure enjoy watching him. I am always impressed by his stamina in the bedroom, but watching him run, shows me how powerful he is. He is in really great shape for a man who spends most of his days sitting at a desk or a drawing table. The muscles on his backside are contracting with each footfall of his run. The biker shorts I gave to him to wear this morning hide no detail from me at all. I see that the treadmill is slowing to his cool off pace, and I am going to do my run next, while he finishes the rest of his regimen. Edward runs an impressive six miles everyday; and every Saturday, Monday, and Thursday he will also do calisthenics and lifting weights. This was all set by the personal trainer I have working with us both.

I work out on the Pilates machine for thirty minutes, and then run two miles daily. Two times a week, I take a yoga class, and one day a week I do a class that is a mixture of aerobics, dance, and fighting. The trainer for those classes is Rose, a fellow Domme. She and her husband, Emmett, own the gym. Charlotte and I do the classes together, and I rather enjoy the hard-core workout it gives my body. The lifestyle can be very trying on a person's body, and without the yoga and the aerobics, I would not have the stamina I have.

With our workouts over, and both of us freshly showered, breakfast arrives. Once the table has been set, I send off the wait staff and tell them I will ring them when I want them to clean up. Edward is naked and crawling at my orders. He sits off to my left side, and I feed him bites of his food. I have not spoken to him today, except to tell him to crawl. We finish with our breakfast, and I make sure he has had plenty; he will need his strength today.

"Playroom now," I order.

He crawls away quickly, and I smile yet again. I go to the phone and call them to get the dishes, and then go to the dressing room to strip down, and put on my silk robe. Then, I use the lube and plug I have sitting there, and insert the plug into my puckered hole, just one of my little surprises for him. When I come back through, I notice the dishes are taken care of, and I glance at the clock and notice I have three hours before they will be bringing lunch service. I move to the door of the playroom and peek inside; he has his back to me, and I can tell he feels my presence. I am glad that he can feel me close; I am going to use that to my advantage. I back away from the door, but stay where I can see him. Knowing he cannot see me, and the carpet gives off no sounds to my bare feet, I have the element of surprise on my side. There is nothing set out yet, so he has no idea what I will be using, or what I am planning. Sometimes, you can look at a variety of toys, and have an idea of what is to come. I like that I have not set anything out. I wait for almost twenty minutes before I see what I am watching for. Curiosity has gotten to him finally, and he is turning his head to the side to see if he can find me.

"Who said you could look for me?" I boom. "You know that you are to remain in kneeling stance until I advise you otherwise. Did you forget the rules?"

Edward's back is straight, his head is tilted down, and his breathing is slightly elevated, but he remains silent.

"Well, at least you remember some of your rules, slut. Maybe you are in need of a spanking to remind you that your actions, and reactions, belong to me. Answer me; do you think a spanking will remind you of your place, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," he says.

I walk over to the drawers, open them, and start removing the leather cuffs and restraints. Then, I grab the ball gag and the small buzzer device. I walk over to stand in front of him. Attaching the restraints to the bedposts, I am taking my time to secure things correctly.

"Give me your hands, slut," I order.

I strap the fur lined leather cuffs to each of his wrists, and hand him the buzzer.

"Look at me, slut, and open your mouth," I tell him.

As his eyes and head lift, he opens his mouth. I show him the ball gag I have for his mouth.

"You may speak to answer my questions. What is your color, slut?"

"Green, Mistress," he says.

"What are you being punished for, slut?" I ask.

"Mistress, your submissive broke your rules and he was impatient," he says.

"Very well, at least you know your mistakes; you will get ten lashes with my hand for warm up, and then twenty lashes with the studded paddle. Our room is very private, but I will be gagging you. We do not want Chicago's finest crashing down the door to the screams that would be coming out of your mouth without the gag. Your ass is going to hurt, slut, and such a shame. Later today, I will be fucking that tight ass, and I do not intend to take it easy at all. What could have been intense pleasure for you might be uncomfortable now. If you need to stop, click the buzzer. Before I gag you, do you have anything to say, slut?"

"Your submissive is sorry for letting you down, Mistress, he gladly accepts your punishment," he says as he opens his mouth for the gag.

"You can thank me for it when I am done," I tell him.

I strap the gag on, and check to be sure it is nice and secure. The paddle I am going to use is almost seventeen inches long, is made of heavy leather, and has rows of flat studs in it. I will not have to smack hard for it to hurt. Part of me feels bad for setting him up, but ultimately he is the one who chose to fail.

"Stand up, feet spread wide and raise your arms," I tell him.

I attach the restraints from the top of the bedposts to the D rings on his wrist cuffs, and I bend to attach his ankle cuffs the same way and tether them to the restraints on the floor posts. Once he is standing spread out wide, and wrists and ankles are secured to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, I walk back to the dresser. Removing the things I want, I walk back to the bed. I remove my robe.

"Before we start your punishment, you might be interested in seeing what your infractions cost you this morning. After I show you this, I think you will regret your impatience." I say, as I get on the bed in front of him. I spread my legs, and bring my feet up, so I know he can see the large plug that is seated deep in my ass.

"That was supposed to be getting me ready for that big cock of yours, but now, I will have to pleasure myself. What a pity, I wanted your cocks in both my holes at once," I smirk while nodding to the dildo molded from his cock sitting on the bedside table. I slowly remove the plug, so he can see me as I do it. "I have to make do with only one now," I say, as I run my fingers from my right hand down my slit and gather some of my juices. Moaning out, I travel my fingers back up to circle my clit, then back down and dip three of them into my entrance. I drop the plug from my left hand to the floor, and use my fingers to work my nipples and cup my breasts. After several pumps of my fingers in my pussy, I am moaning in pleasure, and I move my left hand to my clit and circle it rapidly as I come. Looking up, I can see how hard he is, and I know he is sorrier now, than he was five minutes ago.

"I will finish my pleasure, after I finish your punishment. I might even let you watch me fuck that big cock of yours. That big, hard cock does feel so good in my tight pussy," I purr at him, as I lick my juices from my fingers.

Getting up and walking around him, I reach my right arm around him and lightly scratch my nails down his chest and around his side. Once my nails hit the top of his ass, I withdraw my hand. Using the flat of my hand, I smack down hard across his ass. He is so strong and well muscled; it is hard to deliver a decent warm up stroke to his skin with my small hands. By the time I have delivered the tenth smack, his ass has a nice pinkness to it.

"Slut, you will nod if you are still green," I tell him.

He nods right away.

"If you need to safe word use the buzzer," I remind him.

The first five smacks, I only hit hard enough to be sure his skin is nice, bright red, and fully warmed up. The next five smacks, I put a little arm into them until I pause to check on him.

"Are you still green, slut?" I ask.

I note that he nods.

"Your ass is such a lovely shade of deep red right now, the last ten will be hard and fast, are you ready, slut?"

He gives me a nod, and I smack out six rapid swats, applying just a little less pressure. The last four are lighter, but not much pressure is needed at this point at all. As soon as I am done with the last smack, I drop the paddle. I quickly unbuckle the gag, and help him with a drink of water. Wiping the sweat off his face, and rubbing a little to ease the strain of disappointment he has in himself.

"Answer me, slut, what is your color?"

"Green, Mistress," he says.

"Anything else you want to tell me, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, your submissive thanks you," he says.

"You're such a good slut," I tell him as I start unbuckling his wrists and rubbing down his arms. I rub down his shoulders and back. Moving to his ankles, I unbuckle the cuffs and rub his legs down.

"On the bed, face down in the center," I order. I walk over and get the cream to rub into his ass, arms and legs. Starting on his feet, I deeply rub in the cream working out each knotted muscle as I come to it. Once I have rubbed down his entire backside, I get up.

"Slut, you have thirty minutes to clean this playroom. Then, I want you to nap for one hour. You may use the bed. I expect you to be kneeling at the foot of this bed in ninety minutes, waiting for me to get you for lunch. You will not get a release right now, if you are good later you will get one. I am taking this hard cock with me to my room," I say, as I walk out the door with the dildo of his cock.

I am pleased that he is waiting for me when I go to get him ninety-six minutes later. The room is clean, and the sheets on the bed look as if he has never been on the bed at all.

"Answer me for now. Did you nap on the bed as I instructed?"

"Yes, Mistress, your submissive thanks you, he feels much better after his rest."

"Very well, the room looks amazing. Go clean this and then crawl to the table- lunch is served." I say as I hand him the dildo that I was unable to use during my 'nap' time. I turn and leave the room.

I feed him lunch again from his place on the floor, left of my chair. I feed him bite after bite of the Mongolian beef with fried rice and fruit I have ordered for our lunch today. We eat in silence, and I can tell that he has something on his mind.

"When we are finished here, you will meet me in my bathroom. You may crawl there now, if you are done," I tell him. I watch as he crawls into the other room. I call to let them know to get our dishes, and that I want to change the menu for this evening. I give them my changes and set off for the bathroom.

I have told him to meet me in the bathroom, but not where in the bathroom. He is on the inside, left of the doorway, kneeling when I get there. I walk to the tub, pour in some of the Ylang Ylang bath oil, and turn on the water. As the tub fills, I put up my hair and strip off my robe. I place towels on the warming rack, and turn on the docking station. The music is on low, I walk over to where he is waiting.

"Stand for me, mo milis," I tell him.

He is fast to get to his feet.

"You are still collared, but for now, this room and that tub, are free zones. You are open to speak to me and tell me what is going on in that mind of yours. I can see that something is bothering you, and I think it best if we discuss it. Would you like to do so in the tub with me, or sit out, as I relax in the water?" I ask.

"Mistress, your submissive would like very much to sit in the tub with you."

"Then let's go," I say, as I walk to the tub and get in. I point to the other side so he knows to sit in front of me, not behind me. We sit there for a short time, and I turn the jets on low and add the heater setting to keep the water nice and warm. It is extremely relaxing, and the scented oil makes the room smell wonderful.

"Tell me, mo milis, what is bothering you?"

"Mistress, your submissive fears telling you this, as it could ruin the rest of our day. Your submissive did promise to be honest and open, and so he will be. Mistress, your submissive is upset with himself for failing both you and himself. Your submissive knows that you were testing him, and he failed you. Then he was…he doesn't…he's not sure…don't know…almost…like jealous…because he was not even able to please you," he says with his head bowed.

"Look at me, mo milis," I demand. He looks at me right away.

"I was testing you, and I was testing myself at the same time. I pushed you to fail, to test myself with following through. I pushed you, punished you, and still gave you some of your own fantasy at the same time. Does calling you my slut not still affect you, the way that you liked?" I question.

"Yes, Mistress, when you call your submissive, 'your slut', it does excite him," he says.

"Mo milis, I only called you 'slut' because I know that you needed that from me. My job, as your Domme, is to know you, and what is best for you. You are my submissive, and as your Domme, it is up to me to decide what is best for you. I know that we both have felt things that make us have questions, but that is separate from this. You give me everything by submitting yourself to me. I needed to be sure I still could be your Domme and Mistress, and keep other things separate. I am proud of you, and your punishment is over, it was over when I ended the scene. As for the jealousy, there is no reason to be jealous. If I would have pleasured myself, it would have been with the dildo I molded from your cock. I never even pleasured myself," I tell him.

His eyes register the shock I know he would have, and I smile at him.

"Mistress, may your submissive please wash you?" He asks.

"Yes, mo milis, and then we will rinse off in the shower. I think we have a playroom to get to, so hurry."

He washes my body and I wash his, then we pull the drain on the tub and turn it off. I turn on the shower, and we step in to rinse off. Getting out, I wrap a towel around his waist and he wraps one around my body. He dries my arms and legs with another towel, and I rub down his back for him.

"You may walk and meet me in the playroom, on the bed, face up in five minutes," I say.

I go into the dressing room and pick out the outfit I have placed aside for this evening's activity. Glancing at the clock, I see that is already after two. Our supper will arrive at half past six. I smile, knowing that tonight is going to be so much more pleasurable now that I have spent this morning's scene punishing him.

I walk into the playroom, and he is in the center of the bed, face up on his back like he has been instructed.

"Very nice," I say, appraising his body and behavior. "You are free to use your words to answer, for now. Mind you that you are collared, and free time is not in the playroom. I will not be restraining you, but you are not allowed to move, unless you are ordered to do so, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," he says.

Wearing only a braless corset, and stay up fishnet thigh highs, I walk over to the dresser. I take out the Fukuoku's vibrating gloves, enjoying the soft feel of them.

"This will be a short scene, mo milis, and all about pleasure. You may cum anytime you like, but if you get yours before I get mine, our scene after supper will be all about pain for you." I tell him, as I put the gloves on my hands and turn them on.

I get on the bed and starting with his scalp, I begin to give him a massage. As my hands rub and caress my way down his face and neck, he lets out soft moans of pleasure. I put strength into the rubbing while going across his shoulders and arms. Then use lighter and more erotic touches, as I stroke the vibrations across his chest and nipples. As my hands brush across the ridges of his abdominal muscles, his cock twitches and he moans out. Grazing touches across his hips and strong rubbing strokes down his thighs are all causing more moans. Listening to him, is quite the turn on, and making me very wet. I might have to reconsider telling him to not make noise in the future. As I work my hands back up his legs, I waste no time when I reach his cock. Once I have both hands wrapped around him, I give him several strokes keeping a nice tight grip.

I move my body up, straddle him, and after lining up, I sink down on his big cock. With my right hand remaining between us, the vibrations feel good. I am running my left gloved hand across my nipples and enjoying the vibrations.

"Oh, mo daor, that feels so good, your big cock fills me so full. I can't wait to feel your throbbing cock shooting your hot cum deep inside me." I moan to him erotically, knowing the dirty talk will send him over the edge faster.

I am very close, but am not about to show my hand. I have gone through training, and I can hold off an orgasm just like he can. I continue the pace I set, and each time I drop my hips down on his, I grind my pelvis in a circle against my hand. I moan out with each thrust, and he is moaning with me. Moving my left hand to the center of his chest, I speed up the thrusts. I finally cannot hold it any longer, I have to release. As soon as I cry out with my orgasm, he falls over the edge with me. As I ride out our mutual orgasms, I rest my head on his chest.

"Time for a shower I think," I say, as I slowly remove my body from his. I take off the gloves and set them on the bed.

"Take a shower, then change these sheets, and meet me in my bedroom in forty minutes," I tell him before I exit the room. I head straight to my shower and strip the corset on the way. Stopping in the dressing room only long enough to remove the thigh high stockings, I go into the bathroom. I feel relaxed and wonderful after my shower, and I glance at the clock, noting it is shortly after five as I walk into my bedroom. Looking across to the door, I see him kneeling, waiting for me.

"You're free to converse with me, please stand, and come over here. Sit here at the desk, mo daor," I say pulling out his chair. "Later, after dinner, we will have one more scene; this is a list of items that we can use. I want you to look at this list, take this piece of paper, and come up with four items and two different scenarios in order to use those four items. You have one hour to figure this out and get the room set with the selected items out for ease of use. I will be in there to get you for dinner in exactly one hour- get busy."

An hour later, I go to the room and pick up the piece of paper he has placed on the bench. He is kneeling next to the bench in a perfect submissive pose. I read through it and glance at the dresser top. Seeing the selection and reading the two choices that he came up with, intrigues me.

"These are both very exciting things, and I like the mixture of pleasure and pain involved with both. I am very lucky to have your submission. Let's go eat supper, you may wear this robe and sit in the chair to eat. Get up now and put on the robe, you will feed yourself and be sure to drink plenty of water. We can talk openly during dinner, once dinner is over, not a sound unless you are told to answer. Follow me," I tell him.

We enter the dining room and sit down. I have changed the menu for the night, because this sounds fun.

"Okay, on the count of three, remove the lid covering your plate. One…two…three," I say.

As we lift the lids together, we both start laughing. This humor in our meal is what we need, the menu change is perfect. I had originally planned for us to have a full Italian five course dinner. Now instead, we are eating Chicago style hotdogs and homemade chips. We have these enormous poppy seed covered buns with a huge hot dog, pickle spear, yellow mustard, onions, tomato slices, and green relish. I watch as he picks his up and takes a huge bite. He smiles at me and raises his left eyebrow, while motioning for me to try mine.

"I am waiting to see if it is safe," I giggle.

He swallows the bite he has taken and wipes his mouth.

"Mistress, these are delicious, try it you will love it."

I pick up the hot dog, take a bite, and it is really good. We crunch on the homemade chips and eat the hot dogs. We are making small talk and enjoying our supper. I order one dessert for us to share, a double chocolate brownie Chantilly cream. Once we finish eating, I stand up.

"You call them to get the dishes, and meet me in the playroom in fifteen minutes. Take off the robe and kneel inside the doorway," I tell him, as I walk out of the room.

Entering the playroom, I see the cock and ball strap, the restraint straps, the red feeldoe, and fur flogger. Oh, the things I would be doing tonight will leave us both satisfied sexually.

I get the room set up and place bottles of water on each bedside table. I make sure the lube is by the bed. I place the restraints on each side of the top posts. I see him kneeling right inside the door. Perfect.

"Crawl over here, and show me your appreciation for allowing you in my playroom," I order, as I remove my robe.

He crawls to me and lowers his lips to the tops of my bare feet. He kisses one, then the other, and continues back and forth.

"That is enough, up on the bed, flat on your back, arms stretched out above your head. Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed flat."

As soon as he is where I direct, I make fast work of restraining his left arm first. I go around the bed and secure the right arm as well. I lightly scratch my nails down his arms, across his chest and down his abdomen, and stop at his cock. I lean down and suck him deep into my mouth, pulling off fast and making a rather loud popping noise. I glance at him and smile, licking my lips seductively. I grab the cock and ball strap from the bedside table and attach it, making sure to stroke him several times in the process. He is so hard; I can tell he wants more.

"You may answer me. What is your color, mo daor?" I ask.

"Green, Mistress," he says.

"Good, I am going to use pieces of both your ideas and run with that, how does that sound, mo daor?"

"Whatever would please you most, Mistress," he says.

"Very well then, I think we will start with you licking my pussy," I say, as I move up the bed and sit on his face.

As soon as I am down, I grind myself into his mouth, and he is licking and sucking up as much of my juices as he can get. Screaming out with my climax, I let my body fall forward on his. I latch my lips on his skin right above his groin and suck as hard as I can, and then bite him.

"I did not break the skin, mo daor, but you are marked, and you are mine. What is your color?"

"Mistress, your submissive is green, and proudly wears your mark, he belongs to you and only you," he says.

"Mo daor, your submission means everything to me," I tell him as I turn around and straddle his lower half now.

"Lower your legs," I order.

I lean down and start licking, sucking and kissing his neck, chest and stomach. Sliding my body lower and straddling his legs, I work my mouth across his hips and lower abdomen. Only moving up occasionally to lick his belly button, or lower to trail the tip of my tongue across the base of his cock. Moving back up his body, I reach down and grab his cock, and as soon as I am lined up, I drop down on him. I start riding him hard and fast, I am so wet. The sound of my moans and ragged breathing are only interrupted by the sound of the wet slapping skin. As soon as my body is shaking with my orgasm, I stop fucking him. I move my pussy back to his mouth and lower myself down.

"Lick my pussy, mo daor, get it nice, and cleaned up," I tell him.

Before he can make me cum again I get up, trailing my fingers down his side as I move to the dresser to get the rest of the playtime fun. He is still restrained to the bed, and that is good.

"Your legs are not restrained to the bed, because I am going to fuck you with my big red cock." I grab the flogger and the feeldoe, and make my way back to the bed.

"Raise your head, and watch this," I tell him showing him the feeldoe. "I am going to insert this bulb part into me, and with my strong kegel muscles, I will hold it right in place. Then, I am going to fuck that tight ass with my nine inch cock." After I insert the feeldoe all the way, I clamp my kegel muscles a little and it causes the red cock to jump. I reach down and turn on the small bullet vibe that is imbedded into the bended base of the strapless strap on cock. I stand up next to the bed, and my nine inch cock stands out hard and proud in my left hand. I grab the flogger in the other hand and quickly bring it down in a swish across the cock of my submissive. I swat his chest, legs, and cock several more times then move to rest between his legs on the bed.

I lean down and suck his hard cock deep into my mouth, pushing him close once again to his climax. I lean up and release both his hands from the restraints, and place his hands behind his knees on both legs.

"Keep those hands right there, and hug them close to your chest. Keep that ass up," I order, as I smack him with the flogger across his ass. I put the flogger down, grab the lube and using two lubed up fingers, I push into his puckered hole. I am working his ass hard, and I can tell that he is enjoying it. I know he is close, but I continue to ready his ass for my cock.

"What is your color, mo daor?" I ask him.

"Your submissive is green, Mistress, so very green," he says.

I pull out my fingers, line up the feeldoe, and work it into his ass. I feel him relax, once my pelvis is flush against his balls. I stop moving, still buried deep inside him; I grab his cock in my right hand.

"Now, I loved the noises you made earlier, so I want to hear them again. I want you to tell me how it feels, as I fuck your tight ass and jack your big cock. You are not allowed to cum without permission," I tell him.

I start rocking my hips into him at a slow pace and with every stroke into him, is a stroke I make down his cock with my hand.

"Mistress…please harder…oh Mistress…more…faster!" He is panting and begging for me to move faster. He is moaning out to me, and I continue the slow pace I set. The push and pull on the feeldoe is hitting a great place inside of me, and the ridges on the base are rubbing my clit. I am on the brink of another orgasm, it is feeling so good.

"Please, Mistress, I beg you. That feels so good, Mistress, please fuck my ass harder."

I push in deeper and tighten my grip on his cock.

"You want it hard and fast, mo daor?" I ask.

"Yes, Mistress, please," he begs.

"Don't let go of those legs and hug them tight," I command him.

I start pushing harder and faster, and pumping harder and faster. It is less than a minute before he is begging me again.

"Ohh…ahh…Mist…tress…ple…ea…se…may…I…c…cum?" He moans out.

I push in my hips hard against him and grind my hips a little, and then stop all movement. With my own cum running down my legs, I gather my bearings. "Now you have a choice to make, mo daor, and telling me whatever I would like, is not an option. You can cum; however, you want, inside me or outside me. You have lots of choices, make the right one. My mouth, my pussy, my ass, you could fuck my tits and cum all over me, or I could keep jacking you off. How do you want to cum?" I ask.

"Mistress, your submissive would love to be buried deep in your ass when he cums," he answers.

I pull out of him and pull the feeldoe bulb out of my body. I make quick work of removing the bullet vibe from the base and set the feeldoe aside.

"Do you want me on my knees or my back?" I ask him.

"Mistress, on your back please, so I can see your face," he says.

Moving to take the position he has been in, I spread my legs and bend my knees, letting him see the plug that is already in my ass. He looks up at me, and I smirk at him.

"I had hoped that you wanted this as much as I did," I tell him. "Here is a bullet vibe, and the lube. Make me ready for that big cock, mo daor."

He clicks the vibe on and runs it across my lower lips and across my clit, I moan out in pleasure. He slowly works the plug out of my ass; it is a large plug, so I know that I am almost ready for him now. I hand him the condom I have placed on the bedside table. He rips the package open with his teeth and right hand, and then rolls the condom down his hard shaft. He applies lube to my puckered hole and to the end of his condom covered cock. He looks at me, and I nod my head. He slowly lines himself up and gently starts to push his big cock into my ass. I can feel him stretching me, but it is not painful. I have always enjoyed anal sex, but never do it until I trust the submissive I am with. He pushes in the whole head of his cock, and gives me a few seconds to adjust. Each time he stops, I nod him on when I am ready. Once he is seated deep into my ass, he takes a deep breath.

"Mistress, this feels really amazing, and this is a real gift that you have given to me. Your submissive wishes to not hurt you, so please instruct him how to make you feel good."

"Mo daor, fuck my ass hard, and use the vibe on my hood bar, and I will shower you in my cum," I tell him.

He pulls back and pushes back in faster this time, but still not quite what I want. After three more strokes of his semi-fast and completely gentle pace, I hook my legs around him to pull him harder against me.

"Hard and fast now, make me squirt it out," I order.

The next thing I know, I am screaming out in pleasure, panting and moaning, and he is driving his cock deep into me. He is moaning, and I am about to fall over the edge and I scream out for him to cum now, as I gush all over his stomach and legs. As he pushes in the last time, he cries out, as his climax rocks his body.

Pulling out of me and resting beside me, with his arm across my abdomen, we are both fully sated. I am physically drained, and I know that he has to be tired, too.

"Let's go shower, mo daor, you can clean this room in the morning after our workout. Just put the toys in the sink to soak, get rid of that condom and meet me in my shower right away," I tell him.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you."

EPOV

Spending the day naked and at the will of my Mistress, is exactly where I want to be. I have spent the entire day crawling from one place to the other. When we eat meals, I am at her feet and she feeds me. I have been nothing but taken care of all day long. We have a scene after our exercising and breakfast this morning, where I am punished. I feel bad for letting my Mistress down; I really regret it, especially after she shows me a glimpse of what my actions cause me to miss. After lunch, we take a bath and have a wonderful conversation that is well over due. After dinner, tonight in the playroom was tense, but pleasurable. Now, I am laying here on the pallet by her bed for the second night in a row, and I am trying to go to sleep without much luck. I was so tired earlier, but now I am wide awake. I know that my Mistress will be angry with me, if I do not get some rest.

"Mistress," I say in the dark.

"Mo daor, what is it?" She asks as she sits up, sounding more concerned than annoyed.

"Your submissive is sorry for disrupting your sleep, Mistress, but he is having trouble sleeping. Your submissive is wondering if he may go sit at the table and journal for a short time to help him unwind?" I ask pensively.

The dim light behind the headboard clicks on, and I blink rapidly to help my eyes adjust to the light, as I lower my eyes to the floor.

"Mo daor, you really need your rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, as well as a long car ride home. You may journal for no longer than thirty minutes, then I want you back in here, and I want you to get some rest. I think you should journal about what is on your mind, so that you might have the chance to let it go and unwind. We will discuss what you journal in the car tomorrow. Do not forget that we are up at seven to exercise."

"Yes, Mistress, your submissive will journal his thoughts," I tell her.

"Your journal is on the table over there," she points to the table in front of the love seat.

"Thank you, Mistress," I tell her, as I pick up the journal and go to the desk in the living room. I quickly sit down and get to work writing.

Mistress,

There are many scenes that your submissive has shared with you, and every time you have taken the best care of him. I know we agreed to go into full detail of our days together in the car ride home, with this journal being a part of the trip I feel relief. I am hoping that it will allow me to convey to you everything I am thinking, and not leave anything out.

Spending Wednesday night here with you, collared, was an amazing night. Your submissive feels the need and desire to put his feelings from that night in writing. The words are aching to be written, and the need is strong to have it in black and white. Your submissive has never felt so close to another person, ever. He wishes for you to know that the things that you did to his body, showed him just how much you truly own him. Your submissive is just that Mistress, he is yours, wholly and completely. Your submissive has never experienced sub space before. He has heard of it, and assumed it was just a female submissive thing. He was in such a deep state of euphoria that he was lost in it. The exhilaration, bliss, ecstasy, pleasure, and elation from the scene was intoxicating. Mistress, you made your submissive feel protected, and for that, he thanks you.

Thursday was amazing in so many ways, I have never felt as connected to anyone, as I did with you. At times, I forgot that I was just your submissive. Then on Friday, before being collared, it was all the same as Thursday. Friday night after collaring, was wonderful and the scene was more than memorable. Then today you knew what I needed, before I knew I needed it. With each of the three scenes today, you gave to me everything that I needed both in body and mind. You showed me today just how much it is that you complete me, without you, your submissive would be lost.

You have always been right about my needs, you read me so well. Spending the past couple of days with you, away from our everyday lives, has made me notice some things. Things your submissive finds somewhat frightening. Your submissive believes in you, and trusts in you to always keep him safe. Your submissive was, however, feeling as if he is failing you. Your submissive feels like he is continuing to let you down, because he wants more from you than the contract he agreed to, gives him. Mistress, your submissive is confused about many things, but your submissive is completely sure of one thing, and that is he is completely and irrevocably in love with you. Mistress, the realization of this scares me a little to be honest. Right now, your submissive's biggest fear is losing you as his Mistress because he knows it is out of character for him to fall in love with you. Your submissive doesn't want to lose you, even if nothing comes of us in a romantic setting. Your submissive loves his Mistress. Edward loves Isabella.

Your submissive.

Lying back down now, I hope that tomorrow when my Mistress reads my journal, she doesn't send me away forever.

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As always I have to thank my wonderful Beta: Cullen Confection. You check out her story "The Boys of Fall" She was just honored at "The Lemonade Stand", and it was well deserved.

A big thank you goes out to my pre readers Jess and Lisa, both you ladies rock my socks.

The next update is due to you in two weeks...I will tell you now the only thing I have written is the title. I will still send out teasers of Chapter 10, as I am settign off on my journey to write some of it tonight. The teaser will be subject to change and completely un-beta'ed. All reviews will get a teaser.

Lastly...I want to thank each and everyone of you that voted for my stories in the Inspire Awards, and the Lemonade Stand. I did not win anything, but am still proud to have been included in the contest.

Please take a minute to review, it means the world to me.

TAT~