She falls asleep with her hands loosely bound to the top of the bed frame. Her little wrists are held in leather straps, but she has enough slack to hold her stuffed panda close to her bare chest, the one he gave her as a gift from the last time he was out of town.
…
It wasn’t always this way. She’s been with Jeremy for months now, and for months she fell asleep untethered, often with her little body pressed tight against his big one, for his warmth and for the comfort of him. When she’d wake, she’d tiptoe into the bathroom to pee and wash her face and brush her teeth before he woke, and she’d jump back into the bed to wake him gently, kissing him and whispering into his ear and nuzzling against his rough face.
Most nights he sent her to bed by 9pm, knowing that she needed the sleep, and loving the delight of going to bed later and sometimes waking her with his cock against her pussy, which was consistently wet for him. She rarely came. She begged and pleaded but his preference was her neediness. Wet. Wanting. He edged her often, fingers running around her clit but barely touching it. A finger in her ass and his voice in her ear, reminding her that she was his little girl, a treasured piece of property.
A constant state of desperation. A continual need. She wanted her mouth on his cock all the time. She wanted his cock wherever she could get it. Just to feel him against her.
…
And she fell. Two weeks ago he sent her to bed, tucking her in with a glass of water and kissing her forehead. An hour later, he comes in, untucking his shirt and loosening his tie. Her eyes clench shut, she moves under the covers. He hears her concentrated exhalation.
“Kate?”
Her eyes fly open and the movement under the comforter stops.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Nothing. I… I couldn’t sleep,” she says and she turns over.
Jeremy rips back the covers. Her teddy bear nightgown is in a bunch around her waist. She grabs for it to pull it down over her white, obviously soaked panties, and he stops her with a firm hand around her wrist.
“Were you touching yourself, Kate?”
She nods and her eyes well up with tears.
“Who’s pussy is this?” He slowly pulls her thighs apart and runs his finger up and down her swollen slit, feeling the wetness through the thin cotton.
“It’s yours, Jeremy,” she says. Her legs shake and her hips push up against his finger.
“LIttle girls don’t touch themselves, do they?” He continues rubbing. “They don’t know how. They can’t control themselves.”
She moans, needing his touch. Any touch. Anywhere. Mindless. Grabbing her paci from the nightstand, he roughly pushes it into her mouth. He retreats to the closet and comes back with straps.
“I have to tie you now,” he says, “because you can’t be trusted not to touch yourself like a little slut.”
She cries and sucks the paci as he closes her wrists into the restraints and affixes them to the bedpost.
“Filthy girl.” He tests the straps and stands up to survey his work, pulling his belt from his pants.
“Spread your legs, Kate. Now, please.”
Her legs spread and his mouth curls into a sardonic smile. The belt comes down between her legs and cries out. He watches the welt rise and lifts the belt again.
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First-time poster, go easy. :)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wvt2eb/evolution_of_sleep_mf_30s_cnc_light_age_play_ds