The day started with sex. Normally that would be a promising
beginning, but it was 3.30 am and He had already woken one up at 1.30 am when
he'd gotten up. Add to that it was 12.30 am when one had actually got to bed in
the first place and it was... needless to say... a tired, surly slave that awoke
at 6.30 am to begin the day officially. One who was way beyond the reaches of even
the beloved bean might one add.
He on the other hand was chipper, relaxed (having started
his sleep cycle at 7.30 the night before), horny and affectionate. Who wouldn't
be on nearly 11 hours of sleep? In fact that affectionate attitude extended
into the odd orgasm sent one's way and lots of cuddles and snuggles... not
necessarily the nicest thing on a hot
day, but... There was even an almost sincere apology for the earliness of the
wake up sex.
And before you all sit there going that's sweet, you need to
understand it was an INTJ type apology... sorry for the fact that I didn't
realise you got to bed late, but still it put me to sleep very nicely. All
accompanied by that general smugness of everything being right in His world. A
state that He is assured is the only one that counts.
Needless to say none of this actually improved the general
disposition of the sleep deprived slave who was being love bombed in this
manner. In fact when He slid past, touching and patting assorted slave parts
saying I love you, one did point out that word didn't mean what He thought it
meant. In fact keeping one deprived of sleep and all loved up was brain washing
101.
He turned and, without so much as a glimmer of guile, said
but you won't care. And it will still work even if you know what is going on.
And that dear reader is why there are ethics committees to
protect people. Some people are less than scrupulous about their techniques.
Still
the day of sex and orgasms and affection was very nice...
Crap it does still work...
Bastard!