Piss-Drinking &Punishments

Bear had recently said to me, 'I'm not doing mediocre punishments anymore.'
I said, 'Mediocre? I HATED going to my corner.' He shrugged. He looked bored. He's made life a lot stricter of late. But I guess it's what I need.
I sometimes hit him in jest, but at various interludes last night he was counting off punishments. 'That's four' he'd say. I'd whimper.
In the taxi back from our night out he whispered to me that he was going to piss in my mouth. I nodded. I followed him into the bathroom, and placed my mouth over his cock. It became instantly hard. He cursed it and told me to wait. I closed my eyes.
Soon a warm stream was filling my mouth. It didn't taste of anything-just warm water (I think it is Bear's quite healthy diet)-I was pleasantly suprised and gulped down his stream. He told me he didn't find it bad.
When we retired to the bedroom I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. He had other ideas-grabbing a hank of hair and pressing me forcibly to his cock. He thrusted up into my throat as I sucked, holding my face. I could only think about how I wanted to remove my shoes. I was dreading what Bear had in store.
He threw me backwards and pulled my underwear down from underneath my dress. He stooped briefly to tongue my clit, once, and sneer at my gasp. Though I wasn't all that wet, he forced his way inside me and began to fuck me. It was amazing.
I tried to whine quietly. I had my eyes closed, but I dared to look at him-it's usually normal for us to look into each others eyes as we fuck.
'What?' He sneered, teeth clenched.
'Do you not want me to look at you, Master?'
'No.' He fucked harder and I turned my head away, closing my eyes. I got a faceful of saliva for my efforts. It ran down my cheek and to the corner of my mouth. I edged my tongue out to collect it-he tastes so sweet. He laughed and spat frequently into my open mouth. It made me feel like I was going to come, however.
'Shut UP' He snarled. I know he hates me making noise when he's in 'this' mood but its difficult when he's hitting all the right spots. I was doing an amazing job of controlling my orgasm.
'I want you bent over the bed' He said, flipping me over and spreading my legs. Thrust right into the hilt. I moaned.
'If you continue to make noise, I will push two fingers up into your arse, do you understand?'
'Yes Master' I gasped..Assplay is fine with lube, but I knew I wouldn't like it without.
He was baiting me to slip up, though. Fucking me deliciously. A moan escaped.
'Right..' He snapped. I cursed myself for my mistake.
'No, Master! Please..' I thrashed in desperation-I really didn't want fingers in my ass right now.
'No,' he said in a reasonable voice. 'I said I would.'
He slipped them in, fast and hard. It hurt. He massaged, cock in my cunt. Pleasurepain. I chewed my lips until he withdrew, and I panted.
I was close and he knew it. 'Please...' I panted. 'Please..'
He continued to fuck. I forced it out. 'Please let me come!'
He withdrew and pumped over my asscheeks. 'No...' He groaned.
I knew it was my begging that sent him over the edge. 'It's MY pleasure first' He growled.
He got into bed and I knelt there unmoving.
'Clean yourself up and get into bed.'
It was so humiliating, cleaning spunk off my arse and getting dressed in front of him head bowed, a lowly creature. He slung his arm over me when I climbed in and drifted off, having used me.
The next morning I was really sick and throwing up. This continued most of the morning. He was awake with my comings-and-goings.
He squeezed my breast and stroked a hand down my stomach. 'Are you still feeling sick?'
'Yes..Do you want me?' I asked. He nodded.
'I'm sorry, but I'm feeling too sick right now. And my cunt and ass feel really raw..' I blinked, expecting a pushdown on his cock. He simply nodded. I reached around for him. I could stroke him.
He was very pleasantly hard and soon groaning. It was beautiful. I took advantage of the mellow Bear. 'Please..say my name. Say it.'
He groaned it, several times, and when he came. I was turned on, but it didn't lead to sex (well, couldn't if I wanted to, but besides the point!)-I am learning.
We had a conversation about me wanting a piece of jewelry to remind me that I am owned. We found a site with leather wristbands/collars-black, with names picked out in silver. 'Bad Kitty', 'Slut', things like that. Bear picked 'Slave'.
He asked me did I want the wristband or the collar. I asked what he'd favour.
'Well the collar is sexier in the bedroom, but the wristband could be worn every day'.
He reads my mind. He reads my fucking mind.
I asked him had it arrived, since I knew he'd ordered it.
'When's my wristband coming?' I grinned.
'Sorry, WHO'S wristband?'
I hated when he tripped me up like this. My mind becomes a blank as he stares cold blue into my skull, and I chew my lips like a little girl. Surely he didn't mean HIS, he wouldn't be wearing it.
'Mine..' I whimpered.
He sighed at my stupidity. 'There is no 'me'..It is 'slaves' wristband.'
He knows exactly what I want and our life is just getting better.