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I think the best hour of the day is when Mistress Jane comes to bed. She spends the hour wrapping me in bondage: ropes and leathers or cuffs and chains, or some combination. Bound tightly so that the most I can do is rock back and forth in the night, but she is an expert. The bindings are tight, but rarely painful. Unless I've done something wrong.

On a good night, she'll slide the special dildo, the one with the vibrator on a timer, and I'll wake up again and again, and come over and over. On a better night, she'll let me spend time, kissing and licking her, her feet, up her legs, to her special place where I can suck and lick on her clit. Where she grabs my head and pushes it up against her while she comes. Sometimes I can't breathe when she does it, and that makes me come, too.

After she is done, she'll slide the vibrator inside me, then bind my breasts, and my arms and legs. She binds the dildo inside me, and starts it humming. She lays me down on the mat at the foot at her bed -- where I sleep every night, and I'll lie there, my cunt spasming, the knowledge that Mistress loves me and takes care of me.

She'll turn out the light, and curl into the sheets, and I'll slowly drift off to sound, happy sleep.