Twice

You wake up feeling movement under your thumb. Jane must still be sleeping because her breathing is regular. You try to stay gentle and still so that you don't wake her up. You wait and then you feel movement again. Maybe it's the same one? You hear gurgling. Ah, the burger has moved to that stage of digestion. You move your thumb back and forth a couple of times and then hook a finger under the waist belt to check for space.

Jane wakes up. The handcuffs rattle as she tries to move her hands. They rattle more when she realizes why she can't move her hands.

"Calm. It's OK. I just want to check how you are feeling."

It takes many seconds for her to calm down and assess herself. "I'm fine, Master."

You stroke your finger along the belt again. "How is your stomach feeling?"

"Fine, Master."

"Remember to let me know if you're anything less than 100%. Let's try to get more sleep now."

"Can I sleep in my cage?"

"No. You were sick today and I want to make sure you don't get sick again." You tickle her. "Besides, you forgot to say 'please.'"

Somehow as you were sleeping you must have started to hug Jane like a teddy bear. You wake up when you feel her bucking on her side, pressing against your arms and then your chest. You hear the sound of her grunt as she pulls the handcuffs as hard as she can. Your legs feel cold from the draft as she kicks her feet out from under the covers. "Jane, Jane, are you OK? Are you hurt?"

All movement stops. You hear a sigh. "Oh, it's you. I'm OK. The only thing that hurts is my wrist."

"You don't like being chained up, do you?"

"It's not really that. I've spent plenty of time restrained in one way or another. It's just that when I wake up I sometimes forget where I am and think that I'm back there, you know? That's when I get afraid because I don't know when the next hurt is coming."

"It's been a while since we've used your nightlight, hasn't it?" You hug her tighter quickly as you say that and then roll away from her to feel around in your nightstand drawer. "Oh, I remember where it is." You get out of bed to fetch it and then plug it in on her side of the bed so that she can see it if she wakes up again tonight. It's one you shopped for together online shortly after you found her. She picked out a plastic stained glass pattern of a flower.

While you are still standing on that side of the bed, she asks, "Can I please sleep without the handcuffs? Please, Master?"

"After that stunt you pulled waking me up? I don't think so. I don't want you to hit me because you forgot where you are." You smooth her hair away from her face. You bend down and kiss her forehead. This is enough incentive for her to turn onto her back. You decide that rather than walk around the bed to get in, you'll climb into bed from this side, which of course, means climbing over on top of Jane.

Of course you stop your travels when you are above her, one knee on either side. Technically all you'd have to do is lift the other knee and roll over to the empty space on the bed. Who says you want to be in the empty space when you can be in the occupied space?

The nightlight gives a faint light, enough to see shapes, not enough to see details. Caressing her face, you place light kisses in random places on it. Then you begin to move your hands lower, but your lips do not follow them. Instead they move closer to her ear, so that you can whisper as if the two of you need secrets. "What else might help you remember that you are here and that you won't be harmed?"

Your fingers stroke gently from her waist to her boobs. "Will pleasure remind you?" Your hands start to massage both boobs in the same upward manner and then explore the contours. You rub your chest along her body as you lower your head and begin to lick the same boobs you are massaging. You lick one until you hear a whimper and then switch to the other that had been teased and pinched while your attention was elsewhere. It's a shorter time before you hear another whimper.

Still licking, you back your head up slightly so that just the tip of your tongue can reach her. "More, please, Master," she says. She is trying to raise up to offer more of herself up to your tongue. You hear her frustrated grunt as she moves as far as the leverage of her shoulder will get her. The clank of the handcuffs as she automatically tries to move her arms brings you back to practicality.

Leaning on your elbows, you take one of her arms in each of your hands. "I told you to tell me if you weren't 100%. Thank you for telling me earlier. Which wrist hurts?"

She flops an arm, the one that would have been under her as she slept. You take the arm in both hands, and run along it, testing for sore spots. As you get near the wrist, you can see red marks that will turn to purple. You think you know how to do this. "OK. Onto your stomach." This time you really do roll over to the unoccupied side of the bed and roll again until you get to the nightstand. Reaching down you get the fabric ties that you have used before.

"I told you that if you damaged yourself there would be a punishment." You start to wrap the tie around the hurt wrist, not tightly. You do that a couple of times before you start to wrap it around both wrists together. You do that a couple of times before you wrap it around her hands a couple of times and then go back to her arms. You wrap the arms together until you get down to her elbows and there you tuck the end into the wrapping.

You roll your pet closer to the centre of the bed so that she is on her side, facing the night light that should keep her from panicking again. You wrap your arms around her. The arm that is over her is angled so that your hand rests near her belt and the arm that is under her supports her head before resting beside her bound arms.

"Good thing I don't have an early class, but still I need my sleep." You kiss her upper shoulder. "You need sleep too. Is there anything you need to talk about to get your mind to relax?"

"You'd really do that for me?" She turns her head towards the kissed shoulder.

"Mm-hmm." You peck her shoulder again and then aim for above her shoulder to her cheek, but you miss it. This could be awkward, but it doesn't seem like she's noticed. She's too awestruck.

You decide that letting her bask in awe or gather her thoughts will help you get a better sleep than if you push her to talk too soon. After a few minutes of silence, you kiss her shoulder again.

This seems to relax her somewhat. She shifts her head down and kisses your arm under her head. "Good night, Master."

"Good night, Jane. Sleep well."

Morning comes too soon, as it often does for students. You slide your arm out from under Jane and then roll out of bed. After you have showered and dressed, you fetch the keys for the chastity belt and handcuffs. Since she's already in handcuffs it will be convenient to tighten the belt before she gets out of bed.

You let your voice reach her before your hands. "Good morning, Jane. How are you feeling this morning?" You count to three before you pull the covers off her and stroke leg above the ankle. That wakes her up faster!

"Good morning, Master. How may I serve you?"

"I asked how you were feeling." You start to stoke up her leg. When your hand reaches her hip, you push on it to get her to roll. "On your back and answer."

"F-fine."

Similar to last night, you crawl onto the bed between her legs. You run your finger under her belt, not liking how much room there is now. You've heard that if it's too loose a belt can sit in the wrong spot or move enough to cause bruises or sores. Unblemished skin is lovely. You pat her stomach. "This?"

Just then her stomach growls. "Empty and hungry."

You unlock the belt and tighten it slightly. You try to stick your pinky finger underneath and imagine how she will feel after she's eaten. Satisfied, you lock the belt again and tuck the key into your pocket before unwrapping her arms and unlocking the handcuffs. You sit back up and begin to roll the fabric.