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Subject: {ASSM} Waiting
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Date: Fri, 28 May 2010 01:10:03 -0400
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Waiting
He had been thinking of her all day. They had met 3 years ago, a
natural union, both without partners, both exploring the D/S
lifestyle, yet reluctant to commit fully. A mutual desire and a
slow introduction period cemented their bond. It was all an
online encounter, but was very intense. He knew what she was
going through after the discussion and a date and place of the
scene was determined. Her whole world was upset by the anxiety,
the longing, and the complete takeover of her mind and body in
preparation of the meeting. He purposely gave her explicit
instructions for preparation, with a time schedule 3 days ahead
of the time before she was to begin. He knew the waiting to do
his command would affect her, the slow mental anguish of not
being able to do as he asked, the anxiety building with each day.
By the time the day did arrive, he knew she would be bundle of
nerves, beside herself with longing.

He had stopped at the toy store to pick up a couple of new items
that would be used along with those he had gathered earlier. One
set was difficult to obtain, finally secured with the help of a
friend in the medical field. His instructions were for her to lay
out those she wanted him to use, however, knowing her, she would
lay all of them out, the mere fact that they would be used on her
was enough, it wasn't her pleasure that was of importance, it was
his. 

She set down the phone and shivered, they were meeting at last.
It seemed so long between contacts online, why couldn't
situations be different, where they could live together all the
time. She wanted this but then again wondered if it would be as
intense as the imagined meetings that they play-acted in their
minds they now enjoyed. At any rate, she would have to prepare.
Why did he give such explicit instructions so far in advance?
Didn't he know that the waiting to begin was unbearable? Of
course he knew, that was all part of the game, but it didn't make
it any easier. 

The plane ticket and rental car were already taken care of as
promised. Really all that was required of her was to be clean
externally and internally, clothing was no importance since she
would be without covering the whole time, unless he supplied a
garment for a special occasion. She enjoyed those moments when he
would take her out in public to show her off, but she would
rather spend their precious moments alone with him, pleasing him.


Even though he would likely never see her attire, she carefully
chose an outfit to travel in. She did this as soon as he called,
wanting something to do instead of just waiting. Finally the day
arrived and she began the first of the cleansing processes,
becoming pristine as per his instructions. She knew the test that
he would perform to confirm the preparation, and immediately
became aroused thinking about it. The wetness materialized from
nowhere, triggering a swelling of the smoothly shaved lips,
(another of his demands), then produced a small rivulet that
sought a path down the inside of her thigh. For a long time she
was embarrassed by the copious amount of fluid she produced, but
he enjoyed it and made her proud that she was able to fulfill his
desires. 

The days dragged on, the wait frustrating, the chores completed
and now the thoughts of what lay in store for tomorrow keeping
her wanting and impatient. She knew that this was all planned by
him also, the call out of the blue commanding her to appear, but
with sufficient time for her to arrange any changes in her
schedule. The advance notice also made her a mental wreck waiting
for the day to arrive, also part of his plan. She took a sleeping
pill before going to bed, knowing that tomorrow would be a long
strenuous day, requiring her to be rested and physically fit.
Warmth drifted over her as she thought of tomorrow, then she
slipped into a deep sleep.

She awoke to bright sunshine just before the alarm went off,
refreshed and eager to begin. She made a trip to the bathroom for
the final cleansing, and then dressing with the pre-selected
clothing. As the sundress slipped over her head, she sensed what
the day had in store for her. The fabric slithered over her nude
body, teasing the nerve endings as his hands and toys would later
in the day, resulting in yet another wetting of her sex. The act
of walking around sparsely covered had the effect he desired, a
constant state of arousal and her body available for his
pleasure. He commanded that she wear nothing but outer garments
when with him or traveling to see him, nothing else other than a
coat if it was appropriate. The garments themselves had to be
loose to allow access to her body, and if sitting, she was to
pull the lower fabric back so her flesh was in contact with
whatever she was sitting on. The fabric on the seat cushions on
the plane would be rough, and the result would be additional
arousal because of the sacrifice she was making for his pleasure.
The thought of the return trip when her buttocks were raw from
his use triggered more memories and still more wetting. He did
allow her to insert absorbent material in her vaginal area to
collect the secretions and to clip the labia rings together to
contain it. Of course that made frequent trips to the commode
necessary to change it. The pressure on her clitoris combined
with the discomfort on her buttocks merely elevated the need for
the pad.

The flight was uneventful; she had a seat all to herself so her
thoughts were uninterrupted. Thinking of what lay in store for
her made for a pleasant trip, no interruptions, and no
conversation necessary, just her thoughts. It was a short flight
and even though she could feel the moisture, she did not change
the gauze. The 
moist feeling was pleasant and the remainder of the trip wouldn't
stain her dress, if it did, it would be while in the car and no
one would see it. 

The cab let her out at the house and she hesitantly entered,
retrieving the key under the flower pot as he had promised. Once
safely inside, she started the prescribed ritual. Undressing, she
inspected the dress for stains; none were present so she needn't
wash it. She put the dress and all personal the items away,
knowing they would not be needed until the return trip, if
anything were needed he would provide them. Next was removal of
the gauze and a shower, preparing for his arrival. Then, the
preparation of the playroom, inspecting for cleanliness, which of
course it was, then the cleaning of what toys she wished him to
use on her this weekend. Opening the large case that she had only
been told of was a thrill, the sight overwhelming, and of course
she wanted him to use all of them on her. The assortment of
vibrators, plugs, belts, whips, quirts, restraints, excited her
because the purpose was to be used for his pleasure.
Methodically, she began the sterilization of them all, shivering
as she handled them and thinking of them being used by him on
her. Memories raced through her mind as she remembered a detailed
explanation of what their use would be. It would be a special
occasion for each individual item. The thin belt, a picnic bench
in a secluded park, the plug, embedded in her anal opening, and
the thrill of her trying to look normal while they dined in an
upscale restaurant accompanied by high players in the political
scene. His whip, most often used with the fixture in the unknown
basement which she had no doubt would be the first thing on the
agenda. The somewhat crude slender leather tail that was attached
to a piece of dowel for a handle, the 12 inch long piece of
leather that he had cut himself from a thick belt, then spent
hours shaving and sanding to a perfect round shape, like a rats
tail. It was to be used exclusively on her breasts; it was
designed to produce very fine welts, which she cherished because
he himself had taken the time to produce something to be used on
her for his pleasure.

Having finished all the necessary preparations, she knelt in
front of the door, slipping into meditation, awaiting his
arrival.

The door opened quietly and she didn't respond, lost in her
thoughts yet trying to act normal to be accepted by him. He knew
her penchant for slipping into her dream world while waiting for
him; he also knew she was thinking of past discussions and what
she could expect in addition to future meetings with him. Bending
down, he placed his hand under her chin, and signaled her to a
standing position. Keeping his hand under her chin, he kissed her
a welcome greeting, and then holding her wrist, led her to the
bedroom. She knew that he wanted to clean up, the playing would
take place later in the basement, the room he constructed,
complete with all imaginable equipment. 

She waited while he undressed and then followed him into the
shower. Her chore (which she dreamt of) was to wash him using
only her hands, being allowed to touch every part of his body,
and cleansing him in preparation of his upcoming pleasure. The
ritual never varied, the one she construed in her mind was, she
started with his hair, then his face, smoothing her hands over
all his features, feeling him and the only time she thought she
might be in control. She wanted to linger and enjoy that intimate
touching, but knew her boundaries, and didn't want to risk having
to leave the shower because of becoming to bold. The discipline
would be severe, but the loss of his presence would hurt more.

Leaving his face she worked down his neck, smoothing those
erogenous zones in the hollows, but quickly moving on. She
continued on his arms, all sides, working her way down in a
massage washing action, feeling him respond with small muscle
movements. When she was finished with his fingers, she gave a
quick kiss to the back of his hand, a sign of love, not sexual,
and hopefully acceptable to him. 

He raised his arms so she could wash his underarms, feeling the
hair there, soaping completely and then reaching around, working
her way down his back. Her lips wanted so much to suck his
nipples, but she knew better, only allowed when he commanded. But
the desire was overwhelming, it had so long since she had dreamed
of being with him. Throwing those dangerous thoughts out of her
mind, she washed his chest and stomach, lingering slightly at his
nipples, but not enough to be reprimanded. She knew he liked that
and also knew her desires. 

Now the scenario changed. Once reaching the pelvic area, she was
to kneel down and work on his feet, then work upward to where she
left off. Any deviation would bring severe discipline and no
pleasure for her at all this weekend as she was informed. She
waited as he steadied himself and lifted one foot for her
attention. Her soapy hands lovingly worked over and under his
foot, between and surrounding his toes. Again the desire to kiss
his foot was overwhelming; an act that was expected under
different circumstances, but not now. 

Finishing one foot, she repeated the act on the other, again
repressing the desire to kiss his foot. Then came the most
enjoyable part of her being allowed to serve him as he had
instructed, starting at his ankles, she lovingly worked upwards
from those bony joints and caressed his muscular calves, cleaning
and massaging those minor muscles. The major muscles being those
thighs above, the ones providing the thrusting and if she was
lucky, the members pulling her head down into his crotch as she
sucked him. 

With a sharp intake of breath, she began working up those thighs
to his privates. This was what she had anticipated as being the
hardest, to remain passive; not doing what she longed to do, to
coax him into orgasm. If she did succumb, the physical punishment
would be severe, months of no contact which were beyond her
limits; she would do anything he asked, as long as he still
recognized her presence. She noticed his cock growing in arousal
as she worked on his upper thighs, semi-ridged and pointing
slightly upward. Her mouth salivated in recognition, but she
forced those thoughts out of her mind, continuing the task at
hand. 

The most difficult task was approaching, when she knelt in front
of him and reached around to wash his buttocks. His cock would be
immediately in front of her mouth and the desire to open and
engulf him would be so intense. That coupled with the fact that
her fingers would be rubbing over his buttocks, then sliding down
in the crack to clean that crevice, then working around his
sphincter, which would result in a prominent erection. His
favorite pleasure which he conveyed in a moment of online passion
was for her to suck him while massaging his prostate. 

She began the intimate cleansing; her eyes riveted to his member,
watching it grow in front of her. When she was through with the
anal area, she began the gentle scrubbing of his scrotum,
triggering twitches in his cock, and making it beg to be sucked.
Moving up, she surrounded his shaft with her hand and pulled the
length of it, finishing the cleansing. There was a drop of
pre-ejaculate at the opening, she took her tongue and swiped it
through that slit, removing it. That was the only action
permitted for her pleasure as previously defined after many
conversations of details of the long awaited meeting. 

Having finished with the washing, she took the hand held
showerhead from its wall attachment, and began rinsing him off.
Starting with his head, she worked her way down, working the wave
of suds down over his body. The pelvic area was left for last per
his instructions, always a favorite of his. The gentle spray
penetrating his crevice, teasing his anus, and then the strumming
his scrotum followed by the wash over his cock. Again a drop
appeared at that orifice on the head, but she knew that this time
it was to be untouched, released to the floor if necessary, but
not allowed in her mouth unless instructed so. 

The drying was anticlimactic, the thick towel suppressing any
feeling, a buffer for her hands. When she was finished, she
hurriedly dried herself and awaited his next command. 

They went to the room; some would call it a dungeon, she thought
of it as a playroom. At one end was a platform, knee high, highly
polished varnish. She crawled up on it, her knees near the edge,
shoulders down on the hard surface, and hands reaching back to
her ankles. Her head was facing sideways; vision limited but not
needed because she knew what was coming next. He strapped her
wrists to her ankles, not necessary, but a symbol of her
submission. She would succumb to what ever he wished, willingly.
Then his hands were separating her knees, spreading her legs, and
opening her. The coolness washed over her now open wet slit,
saturated with juices produced by the thoughts and actions
previously taken. She felt his hand on the side of her face,
pressing her head into the hard wooden surface, then the dreamt
of spreading of her lips as his cock-head found the opening and
started penetrating her. Her hands longed for the chance to grab
his hips and pull him into her, her desire to feel him filling
her almost beyond control. Restraints prevented this, but if they
weren't there, it wouldn't have mattered; she would have remained
passive, available for his pleasure, to be used as he wished. 

He pulled out and moved behind her, a need to penetrate her to
the ultimate, a beginning of a bonding. A moan escaped her lips
as he slowly entered her, pushing aside the walls and filling
her. His pelvis hit her buttocks signaling complete entrance. She
summoned up all her available options to keep him buried in her,
muscles tightening, hips pushing back in their limited movement,
but the result was what she dreaded. She felt him slowly
withdrawing, leaving her aching passage empty, and devoid of
pleasure, continuing with the prescribed ritual. 

Thumbs delved into the crevice between her buttocks, and then
pulled the globes apart, revealing and partially opening of her
anus. She jerked as she felt the wetness of his cock covering her
anus, then tried to relax as it pushed into her, spreading the
sphincter, and invading her. This penetration required more time
and effort than the previous vaginal invasion. That previous
exercise was merely to provide lubrication for the anal
penetration. She felt the walls expanding to accommodate his
member, stretching, the fullness producing pressure, the
uncomfortable invasion. As the pressure in her bowels increased
enough to affect her stomach which made it feel bloated and
couldn't take any more, she felt his pelvis push into her
buttocks. She enjoyed the full feeling of his cock filling her
anal passage, the stretching and pressure, the need to expel yet
not wanting to. Then she felt what she knew was coming, the slow
withdrawal from her. Other times she had dreamt of this and tried
to think of a way to accept this, but it was to no avail. She
almost moaned as she felt the warm object leaving her, but she
knew that would bring displeasure, it was his call, and it was
all part of the inspection.

She felt his cock leave her opening, then his hands turning her
over and spinning her around. He pulled her into position with
her head hanging over the edge of the table, then grabbed her
hair and pulled her head down. With her being on her back and
head hanging over the edge, her throat was lined up directly with
her mouth. This allowed swift complete insertion of his cock into
her throat. Anticipating what was about to happen, she opened her
mouth and immediately the head passed her lips and the head and
shaft pushed deep into her. 

She relaxed until he bottomed out, his pubic hair covering her
lips; her nose pushed against his scrotum which barely touched
her eyes. Involuntary muscle reaction took over, her throat
muscles constricting, trying to swallow the intruder. She tried
to amplify the action, hoping the massaging would result in him
staying there until he emptied, she could tell by the twitching
of his cock that he was very aroused. It had no effect; she felt
the slow withdrawal in spite of her clutching him with her lips.
She lay there in frustration; arms bound to ankles, mouth open
and empty. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue probing deep
into her mouth, not as affection, but to taste her, confirming
that she had cleansed herself as instructed. His words signaled
approval, "I taste nothing but your musk".

He undid the restraints and helped her to her feet, and then
guided her to the bench.
Then the words erupted, making her flow profusely with passion,
she expected it, but the words still sent shivers through her.
"We don't have a lot of time; I must mark you quickly since we
have a small social engagement to attend".

The marking bench was in the center and the prop was to be used
often, on her since he had made it especially for her. She went
to it and lay back on it, settling into the shoulder stops. It
was a narrow bench, inclined so the person's head was lower than
the hips, and bolsters placed for the shoulders to rest against.
The bench ended at the small of her back, leaving her buttocks
and legs available. Overhead in the ceiling were pulleys set 10
feet apart with ropes threaded through them. Attached to the ends
of the ropes were leather straps, used for ankles or wrists,
whatever the scene called for. Since she was lying on the bench,
she knew her ankles would be secured.

He attached a strap to each ankle, and then began pulling on the
ropes, raising her legs up and spreading them at the same time.
Because of the distance between the pulleys, the tension caused
her legs to be extremely spread to the point that her hips ached.
Her buttocks were lifted straight up and her thighs spread enough
to tease the lips to open slightly. The position, the hint of
cool air on her lips, and the thought of what was coming next
caused a wetting of her vagina. Her anus clenched with the desire
to feel whatever implement he chose to mark her with. She hoped
it would be long enough to slip her into sub-space, adrift in his
love.

Satisfied with the position of her legs and buttocks, he moved to
the head of the bench and pulled her arms back over her head. She
could feel her breasts being pulled, and along with the gravity
of being inclined, the underside exposed. Her wrists were secured
into straps on the bench, permanently mounted at the proper
length, which supported his claim that she was the only one he
wanted to enjoy the fixture. The thought generated warmth that
washed over her resulting in more fluid being deposited in her
passage. With her arms straight back alongside her head, her
vision was restricted which added to the effect. She heard
murmuring, wondering what was next.

There was a tearing of paper and she knew what he was getting
ready. It was the acupuncture needles; two sealed in a sterile
package. She squirmed in anticipation, not from fear, but the
anticipation of how they would feel piercing her. Coldness washed
over her nipple, then the realization; he was cleaning it with
alcohol in preparation of the needles. A sharp twinge went
through her, wondering how she could handle that, but then warmth
knowing this was what he wished, her body to be used for his
pleasure. She concentrated on that thought, preparing herself.

Gentle fingers pulled up her left nipple, the flesh stretching
from the movement. She felt a very slight prick, nothing else, no
pain, just a pressure. Then a very queasy feeling as the thin
instrument traveled through her nipple and exited the other side.
She felt denied, not what she expected at all, perhaps if he were
to use a larger needle, at least something she could feel, even
though the thought at first was revolting, now that she had
accepted it, she wanted the pain to show her love for him.
Coldness now on the right nipple, the procedure to be duplicated,
would she feel anything different?  Once again she felt the
slight twinge and then the taunting penetration, nothing else. Is
this all?

His hands came into view; he was holding a package of dental
floss and pulling out a considerable amount before severing it.
Then his hands were making a knot, testing it, she saw that it
was a slipknot. Straining upward, she saw her nipples with the
thin needles through them, then his hands working over her left
nipple, slipping the knot over the needle so it surrounded her
nipple below it. A yank and she jumped, the slipknot tightened
around her nipple squeezing it unmercifully, prevented from
slipping off due to the needle. It throbbed as she watched him
make another, then slip it under the needle on the right nipple.
Knowing what was coming made it worse, she almost cried out when
the pain coursed through her breast to settle in her vagina which
was now stretched open and accessible. 

She felt him pulling on the floss and at the same time working
her breasts up toward her shoulders, pulling them even further
from their natural position. She almost screamed when he gave an
additional pull on the bindings before tying them off. Then the
soft caress of his fingers gliding over the exposed stretched
skin and his words, "So soft, so tender, the marks will be deep"
caused her to wet even more. 

There was movement and then he mentioned something about soaking.
She felt him spread her lips and start inserting something in her
open wet hole. It felt like a snake or something, thin and long,
more and more and then a bigger device. She realized he had
filled her with his homemade whip, sealing it with the handle. He
said the soaking with her juices would make it pliable and able
to curve to leave longer marks, which increased her flow even
more. 

She was virtually immobile; hands restrained, legs hoisted and
spread, breasts stretched and taunt. She wondered what her
pleasure would be this time. An object was placed against her
buttocks and slowly dragged across them; she recognized it as the
cane, the slender rattan that he said he wanted to use on her.
The thought made her juices flow even more; soaking the rawhide
nestled in her vagina. The implement left her skin leaving a
pleasant tingling where it had touched her, then nothing, the
waiting causing tension to build. She heard a swish as it cut
through the air headed for her buttocks. She tried to push
outwards with her buttocks to greet the blow. The anticipated
sting that lasted only briefly and then the deep burning which
radiated into spreading warmth that vibrated across her anus and
clitoris. The feeling was amplified as he drew the rod across the
forming welt in preparation of the next blow. From his
description of the action, she knew there would be a 5-second
delay before he struck again, giving her time to absorb the
feeling that washed across her. The next blow was  inch below the
first, moving from the junction of her thighs and buttocks
towards her anus. The sting was brief again, then the burn
joining with the previous blow, growing into even larger warmth
that coaxed her into complete surrender. That warmth fueled the
ache in her loins that yearned for release. She loved accepting
his pleasure, and it seemed that the longer it lasted, the more
she wanted. She anxiously awaited the next blow and settled into
the cadence he was establishing. With each blow her arousal
elevated, her whole body seeking more and more, her pleasure
being only to give him pleasure. The burn was spreading all
through her, comforting her, pride welling up in the fact that
she could take whatever pleasure he chose to give out. It would
take very little to bring her to orgasm, but he would determine
when that would happen. 

She drifted back into present time, surfacing from the warm
depths she had drifted to, only to feel his hand pulling on the
apparatus buried in her soaking vagina. When the handle exited it
allowed more juices to escape, then the tantalizing feeling as
the leather string slowly was drawn through her orifice brought
her back to the pinnacle again. Knowing what was coming she tried
to push upwards with her chest to allow him even easier access to
the underside of her breasts. 

She flinched from the first touch, not a strike, but a slow
dragging across the tender skin. His words made her soar, "Such
lovely tender skin, it will mark beautifully". To hear him
compliment her made her head swoon, he was using her body for his
pleasure, and she was so willing to give it to him. 

The first strike was far different from the cane, the sting
almost unbearable, and the flexible thong wrapped around her
breast to leave a welt across the bottom and on the far side
also. She barely got her breath when the second landed, a mere 
inch below the first. The pain was building now, combining, and a
new level of passion to join with the consuming warmth that
washed across her buttocks. Slowly her breast grew into an
inferno from the repeated strikes, a heightened fire that fed
upon the fire in her loins seeking release. It was all she could
do to maintain composure and await his permission to come. 

She barely was aware that he was finished with that pulsating
mound of bruised flesh and was repositioning himself on the other
side to duplicate the assault on her left breast. The first blow
awakened her, her body straining as far as it could in its
restrained state. The fire just below her nipple that jumped to
her side in a sinuous trail of fire, slowly crept across that
valley between her breasts to mate with the inferno embedded in
her other breast. The repetition of the carefully placed blows
combined to elevate her even higher in her passion. Her whole
body was alive with his administration, reveling in her ability
to please him, satisfy his desires, and succumb to his every
wish. She drifted and relished the attention she was getting,
climbing towards an orgasm. He must have realized this, because
he bent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue coaxing her back
to the real world as he softly rubbed his fingers over her
growing welts, making them throb with the touch. 

She was on the brink of orgasm and knew that he would not allow
that, it was his way of showing his love and cementing his
control over her. He bent over her stretched breasts to release
them. She felt the same queasy sensation when he pulled the
needles from her nipples. He then used a seam ripper to carefully
slide the protected point under the floss and sever the slipknot.
The flow of blood back into the sensitive nipple almost made her
scream, the pain far worse than the initial binding.  When it
became almost bearable, he sensed it and repeated the procedure
on her other nipple. 

When the intense pain ebbed and turned to a dull throb, he undid
the other restraints and helped her up, supporting her in her
weakened state. Holding her and kissing her, he whispered "I know
you wish to cum, but we have an engagement to attend. I also know
that these affairs will bore you, however, I have something in
mind to keep your attention and require you to stay very alert."

When she was able to stand on her own, he asked to lift her
breasts by the nipples so he could put her bra on. They were
still sore but only to the extent that the memory of the
stretching brought a rush to her. She lifted them and felt him
behind her, reaching around to position the bra below her
breasts, then hooking the clasp behind her back. He moved to
stand in front of her and took one breast to push it down into
the half cup of the strapless bra. As the welted flesh made
contact with the fabric she moaned and faltered, the pain was
extreme. He took her other breast and again pushed it into the
cup. This time her legs gave way and he grasped her under the
armpits to hold her up. The pain radiated up her chest and into
her head making her dizzy. She surfaced into the real world to
find him still holding her, but her arms were around his neck to
assist in remaining upright. His lips were near her ear and she
heard him whisper, "I know the pain is intense, and it will
remain as long as you have the bra on, you need the diversion to
make it through the party. Isn't it amazing what some sandpaper
glued to the inside of a bra will do, especially when the welts
contact it?"

The words made her knees buckle, but also made her wet with
passion, it would be a long night until the offending constraint
was removed. A red dress appeared in front of her; she stepped
into it, and then felt him pulling up the zipper. As expected, it
was a perfect fit, clinging to her body like another skin. The
bodice was low cut, barely covering the half bra, showing all of
her upper breasts. The men would be ogling and the women venomous
in jealousy. Too bad they couldn't see her marks that master had
given her, if it was a D/S party, they would, but this was a
formal affair.  The pain on the underside of her breasts was
making her nipples hard, he had placed the rough sandpaper there
also, so the harder they got, the harder they pushed into the
roughness causing pain which in turn made them harder, in a never
ending circle. 

His words brought her back from her thoughts. "I have one more
thing that will keep you alert, lift, bend, and spread." She
gingerly lifted the dress over the welts on her buttocks, when it
was at her hips, she bent over and reaching behind her spread the
cheeks of her buttocks. Looking over her shoulder she watched him
go to the table with the toys on it. As he picked one up she
shuddered when she saw it. It was the 10-inch butt plug, the
length inside her was very erotic, but it was slender with hardly
any bulge to clench on to keep it in.  How could she possibly
handle this at a formal affair? Then to make matters worse, he
was coating it with K-Y, it would be harder to keep in. She felt
the tip touch her anus, then the slow penetration as he pushed it
into her. The insertion was very deep, pushing up into her
causing a pressure in her bowels, as if she needed to belch to
relieve the pressure. The length also demanded she remain in
proper posture, another clever means to subject her to his
wishes. The deep penetration made her moist even more, now she
had another problem. Surely she would drip and the juices would
either stain her dress or run down the inside of her thighs. The
hemline was above her knees meaning in no time it would exit from
the confines of her dress. She knew he would forbid her to wear
any kind of absorbent pad. As the slim plug nestled inside her
with the T-shaped handle between her cheeks, she felt a warmth
flow through her. A final push with his finger to insure it was
seated and then she was ordered to stand upright. As she
straightened she felt her bowels begin the contractions to expel
the foreign object. The only way she could keep it in would be to
sit and she didn't think she could handle that with the severe
welts on her buttocks. This was going to be a difficult evening.

There was one saving grace, he made mention of the fact that her
dress was very form fitting and because of that she was excused
from the practice of having to lift it to sit on bare flesh. That
was a godsend since if she did have to lift it, there would be no
covering for her privates, and the skintight dress would have
revealed everything. In a D/S situation, this would have been
welcomed, her command to show all what Master owned, but in a
formal setting it was not applicable. The additional plus to this
was that if made to sit, the dress would help cushion the painful
contact of the welts. 





She stood to the side as he dressed; ready to assist if needed,
but always passive until called upon. Her desires were thwarted
as she watched him dress without seeking any help from her. How
she longed to touch him if only briefly to assist with a button
or collar. It was not to be; he finished dressing and escorted
her to the car. 

She mentally prepared herself for the ordeal of having to sit on
the newly formed welts, hoping the ride would be short and
endurable. When he opened the door she almost fainted. Thinking
that the dress would help cushion the contact with her bruised
buttocks proved to be a folly. He had placed the floor mat on the
seat upside down so the little cleats that prevented it from
slipping were now pointing up for her to sit on. As she lowered
herself into the car, she didn't know if she would scream from
the pain, or orgasm from the pain. With the first contact, she
was sure it would be both. 

The pain washed through her as she sat, then the initial
onslaught gradually evolved to the warm glow experienced during
the marking. She receded to that pleasurable state of mind,
enjoying it until the car hit a bump in the road, which jolted
her back to the present. Even those excruciating points of fire
elevated her to another height of arousal. The movement also made
her breasts move against the rough surface, adding to the
pain-pleasure. By the time they arrived at the party, she was
dizzy with pain and wanton with lust, wondering how she would
ever make it through the evening. 

The car finally stopped at the house and that part of the ordeal
was over. When she exited the vehicle the absence of the pointed
pressure on her welts was as equally painful as the initial
penetrating piercing pain. As the blood rushed in to fill the
constricted vessels, the glow of intensity rose again to its
former level, her lower region radiating in its warmth. The
wetness materialized, adding to the warmth, the result being in a
relaxation of the pelvic region, which required additional effort
to keep the plug in. The effort needed to accomplish that only
intensified the original titillation, which triggered it. 

As they walked up to the door, he reached back and pressed on the
plug, sending a jolt of electricity through her. The wave went
through her making her knees shaky, for a brief moment she lost
connection with the irritation of her bra on her sensitized
breasts. A quick squeeze on her left breast rekindled that fire
just before the door opened.  

They walked in after being greeted by the hostess. It was a
typical gathering of professional people. She didn't know the
common binding, but that didn't matter, she was merely here
because of her Masters wishes. Her main objective was to be
polite and attentive, and to endure the demands he put on her
with the plug and the excruciating confinement of the lined bra.
The undersides of her breasts were now sinking into a sharp
steady pain, a constant that she could push to the back of her
mind, safely there until sought for comfort. The pleasure would
be if he acknowledged them in the form of a touch or squeeze,
surfacing the pain that somehow wound its way to the core of her
sex resulting in a flow of fluid that signaled her readiness for
him. Just thinking of that caused her to be wet. 

They drifted from group to group, making introductions, small
talk, meaningless to her but obviously important to him. Once in
a while when no one was looking, he would push on the plug or
squeeze her breast, sending chills through her by his attention.
Gradually this titillation caused enough arousal that the flow
reached the point where it ran down the inside of her right thigh
and was approaching flesh that was below the hem of her short
dress. She asked permission to attend to the problem, his
response was, "If you would learn to stand properly, it would
drip on the floor unnoticed by anyone. I will train you to do
so". That statement in itself made her wince, but for the moment
she would have to hope that no one would notice the trail of
liquid working its way down her leg. 

They had worked their way around the room and were out of the way
in a secluded spot. His hand reached behind her and sought the
plug. Slipping his hand up under her dress he pushed hard on the
plug and grabbing her chin, pulled it around to kiss her
passionately. His tongue probed deep into her mouth, his finger
worked on the plug sending ripples of electricity through her.
Within moments they were both in a state of passion not to be
denied. Grabbing her arm he pulled her into an adjacent bathroom,
locking the door as they entered. 

Looking into her eyes, he reached down and unzipped his trousers.
She sank to her knees in a pose of submission, awaiting his
demand. He maneuvered his underwear to allow his cock to exit the
confines of clothing. It was hard and throbbing, evidence of his
arousal. Without any hesitation, she opened her mouth and took
him inside. She slid over his cock, working her lips down the
shaft until the tip hit the back of her mouth, poised at the
opening to her throat. His hands went to her head, grabbing her
hair, squeezing to get a steady grip. She waited, expecting him
to plunge deep into her throat, fucking her as he had promised in
their communication. She tried to prepare herself, sometimes she
had dreamed of swallowing him all the way, and other times she
would gag and have to pull back. She wanted so much to be able to
please him in this impromptu setting. To her surprise he pushed
her head back, then plunged in again, but no further than before.
He withdrew and teased her, and then as the head was poised at
her lips, she opened them to take him into her mouth. 

His fingers tightened on her hair and he began a steady pumping
action, but only to the back of her throat. She figured that he
wanted to spill in her mouth instead of down her throat, giving
her the pleasure of tasting him. After several thrusts, he
stopped, and she felt the explosion of his orgasm filling her
mouth. When the last twitch spewed its small stream, she pulled
back until her lips were seated at the base of the head, then
tightened her lips and sucked hard, drawing the last string of
ejaculate from his cock. He gave her that pleasure for a moment,
and then pulled out of her.

He tucked his cock in his pants, closed the zipper and helped her
up. Standing before her he took his hands and straightened out
her hair where it had been crushed by his holding of her head.
When he was satisfied, he kissed her on the nose, opened the door
to check the hallway, and then led her out of the bathroom. As
they walked towards the room, he reached behind her and pushed
hard on the plug, sending a shiver through her. He whispered to
her, "We will leave in a few moments and then you too will get
release, you have performed well." She swelled with pride from
his compliment, and knew he would send her into an out of control
orgasm when they got back to his house. 

They were standing by the champagne bowl when an older woman
walked up and said, "I see you have a new toy". Then to her the
woman said, "Has he been using you for his pleasure?" She looked
pleadingly at him; embarrassed that she couldn't reply properly
when he said lowly so that both could hear; "You may swallow." As
she was emptying her mouth of his ejaculate, the woman said, "I
see you are enjoying his pleasure." She then looked at him and
said, "Anytime you wish to play with two, you know my number." He
looked at her and said, "Tomorrow at 4:30." The woman bowed her
head and replied, "Yes Master."

As she was swallowing his deposit, mixed emotions ran through
her. Jealousy was the foremost; did he need someone besides her
to get pleasure? But then reality set in, she knew he considered
her his prize; it would be interesting to see what he would do
with another while she was present. Would he ignore her, would he
include her, would the other be a mere prop for her pleasure? No
matter what, it was his decision, and as long as he was happy,
that was all she wanted. She knew she would gladly participate no
matter what, even if it weren't to her liking. 

Shortly thereafter they left and she endured the ride home
sitting on the prickly floor mat. As he helped her from the car,
he squeezed her right breast severely and said, "You have done
well, now it is time for your pleasure." A shudder went through
her causing a wetting of her vaginal canal. She couldn't imagine
what he had in mind, but knew it would be something special, at
least to her it would be, just because he was acknowledging her.
With moisture again forming between her legs, they went into the
house.

The first thing that happened when they entered was that he
immediately took off her dress, slowly unzipping it and sensually
lowering it so she could step out of it. That left her with
nothing on but the modified bra, which he unclasped and peeled,
from her tender breasts. Standing behind her, he cupped her
breasts, gently feeling for the welts. His fingers were a
blessing compared to the sandpaper. Reaching down he removed the
plug and whispered in her ear, "Come to the table, you have
earned your reward." 

He laid her on her back on the table and restrained her hands in
an outstretched position. He then pulled her knees back until her
thighs were vertical, and attached padded belts around them
pulling them apart so she was splayed open for him. She could
feel the coolness as her lips opened from the spreading of her
thighs. The whole scene made her wet with arousal, restrained,
helpless, available for any wish he might have. Her nipples were
hard and she could feel some fluid seeping out of her vagina,
gravity coaxing it down across her anus. It puddled there
momentarily, and then ran on down the crevice to the table. Her
labia were open; not only by the position, but also by the
swelling of the tissue caused by the engorging blood, which was a
result of the arousal, which aided the blossoming. The heat of
the pulsing blood, which now accelerated the flow of lubricant
exiting her, was now replaced with coolness. The orifice to her
vagina was dilating with the passion, opening her for him.

She watched as he pulled on a pair of latex surgical gloves,
wondering what he had in mind. The sight and the sound of him
preparing to use her excited her even more. The next thing he did
puzzled her. He picked up a small tube of something and squeezed
a small amount of fluid on the tip of the glove on his left
thumb. He then picked up a pushpin and held it on the fluid. In a
few seconds he removed his hand and the pushpin remained on the
tip of his thumb, it was obviously held by super glue. He then
picked up a bottle of oil and poured it over his right hand.
Satisfied with his preparation, he walked over to her.

He bent down and kissed her right nipple. While his lips and
teeth teased the hard nub, she felt his oily fingers slip between
the folds of flesh of her vagina. Two fingers slipped into the
dripping canal easily. She felt the other folded fingers hit her
labia as his other fingers penetrated her deeply. He bit down on
her nipple and twisted his fingers inside her. There was a wet
sloshing sound as the walls gave way to the movement. He pulled
out of her momentarily then pushed back in with three fingers.
They entered easily up to the second knuckle, and then the
opening slowed their progress as the diameter of the fingers
increased. He bit down on the nipple and pushed steadily. Slowly
the fingers went all the way into her. She relaxed and savored
the attention he was giving her.  

After a few minutes of her adjusting to his fingers, he pulled
them out and then started in again with all his fingers pointed
together in a pear shaped form. Again the second knuckle of his
fingers was the limit of entry. There was a slight discomfort
from the stretching of the orifice, but she knew it would get
much worse; it was obvious he intended to fist her. He kept
applying pressure as he attended to her breasts. He was kissing
the welts as well as biting delicately on her nipples. The
feeling of his lips on the welts was euphoric, they were
sensitive to his touch, but a wave of pleasure overrode that
because of his attention. She tried to relax and allow him
further penetration. 

By concentrating on the attention to her breasts and deep open
mouth breathing, she relaxed enough to allow a slight gain of his
hand into her. He was halfway from the second knuckle to the
fist, but that was all that she could accept, the pain was
becoming intense. Feeling the resistance to additional
penetration, he rose up and looked into her eyes with plea of
forgiveness.

She watched as his left hand curled around her left breast, the
fingers squeezing against his palm which pushed the hard nipple
up and captured it by his forefinger. A shudder washed through
her as she realized what was about to happen. His thumb with the
pin glued to it descended until the point was centered on her
nipple. She jumped when the tip barely broke the surface sending
a slight pain deep into her breast. Her respiratory rate was
elevated now in anticipation of what was about to take place. All
thoughts of the stretching taking place between her legs were now
long gone. She looked into his eyes trying to read what and when
it was going to happen. A smile crossed his lips and then she
caught sight of the thumb as it jerked downward, pushing the pin
into her breast. Her hips rose in reflex trying to move her
breast lower to avoid the penetration, however there was a
pressure and pain between her legs at the same time; she was
being assaulted on two fronts. In spite of the reflex, there was
a desire to push down, help the intrusion into her vagina. 

When the involuntary muscle reactions receded, there was a fierce
pain in her nipple, and a slight pain but extreme fullness in her
vagina. She realized that he had pushed his fist into her during
the piercing. There was only one thing to do, relax and bear with
it. His fingers cupping her breast began a slow rhythmic
squeezing. In spite of the pain she could feel the arousal
forming from the attention. Even the nipple was throbbing in
arousal as well as in pain. It seemed as if there was a wire
running from her nipple to her clitoris, triggering electricity
that pulsed with every heartbeat. She pushed her shoulders upward
to assist in his efforts. She felt so rewarded to be pleasing
him, to give herself for his pleasure, this was all she wanted.
Little did she know?

While still massaging her breast, he bent down and kissed her,
then in one fluid motion twisted his fist inside her. The
knuckles of his hand rubbing across her G-spot internally
exploded her into a gigantic continuous orgasm. Her hips were
reaching for the sky to take him deeper into her. Thigh muscles
convulsed as her hips rammed upwards. Her shoulder jerked to push
her nipple against the impaling pushpin. Vaginal walls contracted
sending a spray past his wrist coating his arm. Jolts of tension
went from her anus to her heart. Arms tightened to free
themselves from the restraints, merely wanting to wrap themselves
around him in passion. On and on it went as he continued to twist
his fist inside her. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she collapsed from the
strain. Lying there in a semi-catatonic state, she felt his hand
leave her passage, slipping out easily from the loose dilated
opening. She felt his hand open from around her breast and
watched as his thumb lifted in retreat, pulling the nipple up
until the tip exited and the flesh surrendered its hold on the
pin. Gradually feelings returned. Her nipple was a little sore,
but not like before. The pain that was in her vagina during the
insertion was now replaced with emptiness. Her entrance was
dilated from the stretching, the fluids ran directly out
unimpeded, a rivulet down across her anus and then on down to
pool on the table. The fatigue from the colossal orgasm was
numbing.  She barely felt him remove the restraints from her legs
and pull her near the edge of the table. 

He was holding her legs up and apart, and then slipped his cock
inside her open vagina. She barely felt it since she was so
dilated. He wasn't looking for pleasure merely some lubricant for
the next insertion. He pulled out of her vagina and placed his
cock at the opening to her anus. In her relaxed state the head
slipped in easily. 

Having gained entrance, he pushed her legs back so they were bent
towards her shoulders, then leaned on them and pressed forward.
Slowly his cock penetrated her. With her legs bent back and her
arms restrained, she was virtually helpless as he slid into her
rear passage. Warmth washed over her knowing he was using her for
his pleasure, her anus would be so much better suited for his
pleasure after the stretching of her vagina. Her only regret was
that she couldn't take him in her arms and pull him into her, but
to pleasure him was all she wanted. 

His arms were around her legs, his hands holding the side of her
face, his eyes looking deep into hers as he pumped into her.
There was a steady rhythm as he stroked deep into her, slow on
withdrawal, then a quick thrust into her, his hips ramming her
buttocks as he bottomed out in her.  The tempo stayed steady for
a while, then, as he picked up the tempo, she thought she could
feel some warmth in her. He was motionless now, and yes she could
feel some warmth, he had cum. 

He slowly withdrew from her, and then lowering her legs, undoing
the arm restraints, he rolled her over and placed her on her
knees and shoulders, one of his favorite positions for many
situations they had talked about. He left the room and returned
with a double shot glass. Standing behind her he said, "Spread
your cheeks." Reaching back, she grabbed her cheeks and pulled
them wide, knowing that he wanted her as open as possible. She
felt a cold ring around her anus, and then realized he had
pressed the shot glass against her. His hand grabbed her shoulder
and he pulled her back until she was squatting on her heels.
While repositioning her he managed to keep the shot glass in
position by pressing on it with his other hand. 

With his hand between her legs holding the glass in position, he
wrapped his other arm around her and cupped her breast, then took
her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and erotically
squeezed it. Holding her tight to his chest, he kissed the back
of her neck and whispered in her ear, "A cocktail for you dear,
and one you always enjoy."  He continued to kiss her neck and
push on the glass that surrounded her anus. She could feel
gravity cause the thick fluid to work its way down to her
sphincter, collecting there, waiting for release. Natural body
functions took over resulting in an urge to expel the foreign
matter within her. The squatted position she was in along with
the pressure from the glass on her anus increased the desire to
rid herself of the waste. Small shivers made her clench her
sphincter to retain the injection; this led to mini-cramps that
were taking control over her body. She tried to concentrate on
the attention his lips and hand that were manipulating her body,
but the internal struggle was stronger. Collapsing in defeat, she
relaxed her sphincter and ejected the offending substance into
the shot glass. 

His lips on her ear praised her for her actions, coaxing her to
further drain the nectar he had prepared for her. Submitting to
his will, she totally relaxed and melted back into his embrace.
All motion stopped for what seemed like a long time, and then she
felt the glass being removed. Her head cleared, as she smelled
the familiar pungent odor of his ejaculate wafting from the glass
that he had placed just below her mouth. "A treat for you, use
your tongue to enjoy your favorite apritif." She tentatively
pushed her tongue into the glass expecting it to be foreign and
not like what she was used to, but was surprised to find that it
was as if he had emptied into her mouth. Her rectum had
maintained the body temperature as if it had shot from his cock,
and her preparations in cleanliness had guaranteed an unaltered
taste. She eagerly licked the glass clean to show her joy at
being able to please him. 

When she finished, he picked her up and carried her to the bed
that he had obviously prepared for them. Lying across it was a
small delicate chain that had a clamp on each end. He laid her on
her left side, and then lay behind her spoon fashion. Taking the
far clamp, he affixed it to her left nipple, then reaching behind
himself; he brought the chain over them and affixed the other
clamp to her right nipple. "There, you are bound to me, committed
for life." She nestled back against him, hoping that the clamps
would hold since they were very mild and would come off at the
least tug, then slipped into a blissful sleep. 

She woke and immediately checked the situation. The clamps had
come off but the chain was still under her. She could feel his
presence still nestled against her back. Knowing that all was
well, she slipped into the gratifying cocoon of being safe within
his world. His breathing provided a background tempo to settle
over her recollections of the previous day. The demands were
nonexistent compared to the joy she received by serving him. The
look on his face that was beaming in a satisfied state because of
her longed for need to service him. 

He stirred and moved closer to her, pressing against her. She
felt herself wetting from his attention. He reached around her
and grasped her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Juices flowed in anticipation of his next act. As expected, he
pinched hard while twisting and pulled her breast sideways. The
stretching brought her nipple to her side; the jolt of pain
washing over her which in turn elevated her arousal. The head of
his cock was now pushing at her slit, jerking and searching until
it found the slippery orifice, then it slid inside. The heat of
the intruder inside her triggered a passionate moan from her
lips. He let go of her nipple and the pain escalated as the blood
returned to the nerve endings. The free hand was now searching
between her legs, spreading the right one, and then delving into
the slit. A finger pressed on her clitoris, mashing it against
his embedded cock, and then the two pinchers once again found a
victim. Her clitoris exploded in pain as he clamped it severely
between his thumb and finger. Her mind exploded in passion as his
words penetrated her thoughts. "Cum" 

He pulled out of her, still hard, unspent. She rotated and tried
to take him in her mouth but he blocked her efforts, reminding
her that they had a visitor coming at 4:30 and he wanted to be at
his best. A pang of jealousy raced through her, yet somehow she
knew that his attention to the visitor would be minimal, she
would be the center of attention. They arose and showered
together, her favorite act she imagined when together. The
intimate touching of washing each other, sharing in the duty,
cleansing places not easily reached on ones own self. And then
the drying and snuggling, the holding, the sharing of each
other's presence. They had never discussed making love in the
shower, which was what made it so special. His sexual desires
were always being orchestrated into a production, which again was
special to her. The intimacy enveloped her, shielding her,
protecting her, reinforcing his words that she would always be
the one and only special person in his life. 

Not bothering to dress, they went into the kitchen where he
prepared breakfast. Another pleasure he enjoyed, cooking for her,
waiting on her, and then later using her as he had indicated. The
sharing was mutual, he placed her on a pedestal, yet showed no
mercy when using her for pleasure, yet she never doubted that no
matter what he did, she would also benefit with pleasure. He
always stopped just short of her limits, and then was relentless
in pursuit of her orgasm. The day ended with her being reduced to
a mass of jelly, yet satiated. Of course there were debts to be
paid to achieve that state, but none that she regretted. 

Like anything else, breakfast was a production. Sliced ham
(although it was cooked), had to be browned. Another skillet had
sliced canned potatoes browning in butter. The third skillet had
the omelet that the diced ham, onions, green peppers, mushrooms;
minced garlic, chopped hot peppers, pepperoni, and sharp cheddar
cheese would be added to. Toast had to be made at the precise
time to coincide with the serving of the omelet; everything had
to be hot, including the coffee. The ingestion of the feast was
leisurely; small talk of normal lives exchanged, a relaxing time
in preparation of the day.

When the meal was finished, he made a statement that sent a
pleasurable chill through her. "It is time to do something you
have always wanted, to be zippered." A jolt of fear coursed
through her, yet arousal caused her to become wet also. He led
her to the playroom where he secured her arms behind her back,
wrist to elbow, retained by wrapping Velcro around them.  Taking
one end of a velvet cord, he fed it between her arm and chest,
then across her back and between the other arm and chest. Pulling
it so that there was an equal length in front of her arms, he
helped her up onto the elevated table and laid her on her back
with her head near the edge. With her arms folded behind her
back, her torso was thrust up making her breasts more accessible.


Some time was spent aligning the cord so it would lay across her
nipples with the excess in the cleavage between her breasts. 
Satisfied with the alignment, he brought out the bag of
clothespins; Goosebumps materialized at the sight of the bulging
bag of pinchers. Holding the cord in place with his left hand, he
began applying the clothespins so that the cord was captured
between the jaws above the pinched flesh. The first one was just
above her arm, clamping the side of her right breast. It startled
her to feel the pain, a lot more intense than when she had
applied them to her nipples on previous occasions of online play.
Why should that be? She always thought that her nipples with all
the nerve endings would be the tenderest, however that wasn't so
unless she was in a state where all feelings were amplified. If
that was the case, she dreaded the thought of him reaching her
nipples. Two more were attached as close to one another as
possible and they too sent spasms of pain through her. He moved
to the other side to repeat the process. Again the pain was by
far more severe; there was something about that part of her body
that wasn't as tolerable to pain. Back and forth he went, three
at a time added to the growing line. Surprisingly, as he neared
her nipples, it went from pain to a dull ache, completely the
opposite of what she would have expected. Perhaps it was the
toughness demanded to nurse a child, whatever, if the other
clamps weren't in place, she might have thought it pleasurable.
The line of clamps continued until meeting in the cleavage where
once again the pain intensified as it did on the side of her
breasts. Each additional clamp down the inside of her breast
towards her breastbone elevated the fire of the previous one
until they roared as an inferno in her chest. When the last clamp
was in place he arranged the two cords so they lay between her
breasts and trailed down over her stomach, awaiting his use. 
There was a line of fire across her breasts, slowly diminishing
in intensity, but she knew it was only a prelude to what was to
come. 

Having finished the preparations, he again made a statement that
sent chills through her. "While we wait for the nerves to adjust,
I will prepare for your internal cleansing." She lay there
waiting for the line of fire across her breasts to diminish, and
at the same time was thinking of what lay ahead. She hated the
cleansing; it was so humiliating, yet what she hated worse was
that she would become aroused also. He knew this and dwelt on it,
telling her she would squirm from the administration, yet would
coax her to an orgasm occasionally to show his control over her.
This doubled the humiliation. 

The feeling in her breasts was now tolerable except for the sides
and cleavage that were so sensitive. They remained painful and
she was anticipating their removal, even though she knew that
would be far more painful than in their now placid state.  Her
breathing quickened thinking of what was coming. She had seen
this performed on others but had never had it done to her. Some
had almost passed out from the pain; others had screamed however
in the last throes of it had achieved an orgasm. One thing for
sure, they had all screamed so she knew the pain would be
monumental. She wondered if he would use the ball gag which he
had mentioned in e-mail. She also knew that he didn't like the
sound of uncontrolled screams. At any rate, she would know soon.

He walked to the platform, then grabbing her by the shoulders,
pulled her to the edge so her head hung down over the side. He
secured her, strapping down her head. Opening her mouth, he
pushed two wedges shaped pieces of hard rubber between her molars
preventing her from closing her mouth. With her mouth held open,
he pushed his cock between her lips. It fit between her teeth
without touching them, yet she could wrap her lips around his
cock, which she did. She couldn't move her head but she gripped
his cock with her lips and her tongue automatically worked on the
shaft. She searched for the soft vein and couldn't find it, and
then she realized that her tongue was on the top of his cock
since she was lying upside down. She rubbed it as best as she
could, the top and as much of the sides that she could, but not
being able to move, her access was limited.

With her head hanging down it seemed as if her torso was thrust
even higher even though her arms were in the small of her back.
Her arms ached from the position behind her back; her shoulders
didn't ache but were not adjusting to the hard surface of the
platform either. She felt him moving his arms but could not see
anything but his scrotum, which was directly in front of her. He
moved his legs apart which she guessed were in preparation of
plunging his cock down her throat and squeezing her head between
his thighs. She felt movement of the cord; he was tightening it
with his hands, pulling the slack out from between the clamps.
The rope was tight on her back and the slithering over her
breasts as he pulled on it felt queasy. Her heart was pounding in
her chest and she was perspiring from the anticipation. The pain
from the clamps was completely gone now, but she knew that was
temporary. She had heard that when they were pulled off, the
stretching of the flesh and the buildup up of flesh ahead of the
clamp which caused it to open even farther in order to come off
was excruciating.

She felt the two ropes lift the inner most clamps as he applied
tension. The two clamps in her cleavage were now pulling up on
her breasts, but not enough to release. Then his words invaded
her thoughts. "It is time to remove them; your body has adjusted
to the pain, so now it is time to take it to a new level. The
only thing I can promise is that it will be swift." Using both
hands, he yanked all the clamps off in one fast motion. The pain
was so intense that every muscle in her body contracted at once.
Her mind exploded into an array of bright lights as wave after
wave of pain coursed across her breasts. She was trying to move
to alleviate the burning pain, but couldn't. She wanted the
horrible pain to go away, yet wanted it to continue. Even though
it consumed her, it was the consummation that made the bonding
extreme. Slowly she came back to the world she had escaped from.
She couldn't move her body because he was leaning with all his
weight on her shoulders, pressing them against the platform with
his hands. She couldn't move her head because he had plunged his
cock deep in her throat and had clamped her head with his thighs,
shutting off all sound by covering her ears, and preventing any
sound from her by his cock buried deep in her throat. She didn't
remember any of these happenings. Breathing was difficult since
his scrotum was pressed against her nose. Fighting the panic of
this new situation, she relaxed and took stock of the situation.
There was a line of fire across her breasts, and a longing in her
vagina, a need for release. It must have been her relaxation; he
released the pressure on her shoulders and relaxed the squeezing
on her head. He maintained the clamping of her head, but it was
now symbolic, not restraining. She felt his hands delve between
her legs, pushing them apart. Then fingers were at her labia,
spreading them, allowing the cool air to reach her wet inner
tissue.  Appendages grabbed her swollen clitoris, and then a slow
steady squeeze made her climb toward orgasm. Perhaps she could
have achieved it on her own, but his word guaranteed it. "Cum"
Her feet pushed down on the platform raising her hips towards his
hand as the passion consumed her. A choked off moan reverberated
in her cock filled throat signaling her orgasm.

She felt him pulling his cock out of her throat and she was
helpless to prevent it. With her mouth held open she couldn't
apply any clamping with her lips to coax it to stay, she felt
unfulfilled knowing she had cum and he had not. She was at a
level of arousal seldom obtained and wanted to share it, to take
his eruption in whatever way he wished, the most desirable to
have it splatter in her mouth. To drain him of every last drop,
then hold it until he allowed her to swallow. One fantasy had
suggested he would take her mouth viciously and make her hold it
for 30 minutes, commanding her to open her mouth for his
inspection several times to see that she still had it. One of
those times he made her keep her mouth as far open as she could,
then without touching her lips, stuck his tongue in to taste his
own spunk laying on her tongue. That was hard, she longed to
kiss, intertwine her tongue with his and share the thick symbol
of his orgasm. However, he wouldn't allow it.  

When his cock was out, he reached in and removed the wedges
allowing her mouth to close. Taking her by the shoulders, he
pushed her back and rolled her over. With her arms behind her
back she had no option but to lay on her breasts which burned
fiercely from the welts. He moved behind her and pulled her hips
up so she was on her knees. She knew what was coming next; a
chill went through her at the thought. His hands brutally pushed
her knees apart so she was opened for him. Helpless and
vulnerable, she waited for the humiliating cleansing. She wasn't
disappointed; he left and returned shortly. 

She flinched when his finger touched her anus, causing additional
pain from the bruised breasts, then the slow intrusion of his
finger, pushing lubricant ahead of it. He always wanted to play
with her orifice, causing embarrassment for her and pleasure for
himself. The conflicting feelings troubled her. The preliminary
preparations were pleasurable, sending chills through her even
though she knew what was to follow. She was proud to give him
pleasure with her orifice, and willing to endure whatever he
wished, even the cleansing, but what bothered her most was that
sometimes she was aroused thinking of that demeaning act. He
always noticed and expounded on that. Because of the intensity of
this weekend, she knew that this was one of those times, she
would flow, and he would help her to orgasm, reviling yet begging
for his actions. He always enjoyed her dilemma, 

His finger pulled out only to be replaced with a larger intruder.
With one hand on the small of her back, steadying her, the other
providing pressure, and his gentle comforting voice coaxed her to
accept this new implement. Muscles shiver, flesh yields, and
slowly she is invaded. His hand now seeks her moist crevice;
words of endearment assail her ears as his fingers stir the
passion, unwanted yet unable to prevent it. The warmth spreading
through her abdomen and hips resulted in a rocking motion to the
give attention to her hardening bud, so nice, why couldn't it
remain like this instead of the culmination into humiliating
acts.  Past experience had taught her to accept and enjoy the
inevitable. The stirrings have taken over her consciousness;
burning breasts are replaced by the need in her loins for the
wanton, forbidden pleasures. Her pelvis pushes back as if to help
him in his task, the throbbing in her clitoris removing the last
of the inhibitions. The warmth filling her joins the heat in her
loins to ease her into an orgasmic state. 

She surfaced from her dreamlike state to the present. Her
shoulders on the hard platform, breasts again burning from the
contact, knees likewise hurting from the hard surface and her
bowels completely bloated. The next act was his arms lifting her
and helping her to the bathroom. Over and over this goes on until
she is "crystal clear" in his words. The final humiliation is
when he checks her with his tongue. No sexual feelings now, just
an act to be performed. The ordeal has left her weak. He removes
the restraints on her arms, lays her down on the cot, and then
covers her with a blanket. "You have held up well, I am proud of
you. Rest up and you will be rewarded, I will prepare the
fixture." As she drifted off to sleep, the words perplexed her;
she knew of no fixture, he must have dreamed up a new device for
his pleasure. She knew it would be for her pleasure also.
Comforted by this, she sank into a reassuring restful sleep. 

Warmth flowed over her, enveloping her, sucking her into an
abyss. She surfaced from her dreamlike state to discover he was
massaging her with warm baby oil. His hands were gently working
on all parts of her body, drawing out the tension from the
previous ordeal, paying attention to those tender areas
previously ravaged. Reflecting back it wasn't all an ordeal, but
the majority was. Unrestrained now, she stretched and enjoyed his
manipulations. Her breasts were still tender, but lacking in
intensity, she longed for another assault that would bring both
of them pleasure. Remembering his words before she drifted off,
she had no doubt that her wishes would be fulfilled. 

When he finished he kissed her and helped her up from the cot
that she had rested on. Holding her hand, he exuberantly led her
to another room to show her the fixture, acting like a kid
showing his mother what he had made for her. There in the middle
of the room was an apparatus that looked like an hourglass on
first sight. Careful examination showed it to be two boards,
possibly 2X6's, joined at the center, slightly askew in the shape
of a narrow X and fastened to a stanchion that was bolted to the
floor. The bottom of the boards each had a shelf. There were
straps attached to them as well as the board itself. The upper
half of the boards also had straps attached.

Turning her so she had her back to the fixture, he helped her
stand on the shelves. Bending down he began fastening her to the
fixture. A strap went over each foot securing it to the shelf.
Then two straps on each calve finished the confinement of the
legs. Raising her arms he secured them with the straps at the top
of the boards. When she was secured and immobile, he stood before
her and hinted at what he had prepared for her. He reminded her
of her dripping problem and his solution to that. The fixture
would assist him in completing that task. She saw him walk out of
sight behind her, and then heard him attending to the fixture.
The crosses began to move, making the X bigger; spreading her
arms and legs as if she was doing Jumping Jacks. When the
spreading began to strain her, she tried resisting, but the
mechanical device continued as if she was not even there. It was
starting to hurt now and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
The spreading stopped, thank goodness for that. What was going to
happen now? She was miserable and opened up like a clam. 

Just as she was adjusting she felt the fixture move again. Panic
set in; there was no way she could take any more spreading. She
was whimpering when she noticed that it wasn't spreading, it was
rotating. Slowly she revolved over as if doing a cartwheel until
she was upside down, then it stopped. It was amazing, she never
moved on the fixture when it rotated; the straps on her feet and
calves were supporting her perfectly. It felt strange being in
this position, she was basically unable to move, and her labia
were spread open allowing the cool air to settle on her inner
tissue. She was very vulnerable, helpless, at his mercy. The
thought made her shiver; yet started the juices flowing too. 

He came around from in back where he was working the device, and
then stopped in front of her. His words drifted down to her.
"Umm, what a lovely sight, an empty vessel ready to be filled and
filled it shall be." With that statement he bent down. She could
feel his breath on her moist flesh, then his fingers as he spread
the lips opening her even more. "I see that you are wet, but
there is room for a lot more of your juices, we will work to fill
your cunt." He always said "We", his using her as he pleased and
her succumbing to his will, and yes, she always produced a
copious amount of love juice. Then his words came back to her,
which he had a means to keep her from dripping in public, what
was this all about? Was he going to fill her cunt and then
somehow prevent her from dripping when she was upright? She had
no idea how he would do this, but knew it would not be pleasant.


Hanging upside down, she watched him assemble something that
became a cane of sorts. He screwed a handle to a slender rod, and
then slid a piece of rubber tubing over the rod. It was about a
half-inch in diameter and looked wicked. Slapping it against his
palm, he walked towards her. That act alone made her flow; she
imagined overflowing in no time at all.

She noticed that he was aroused also, his cock standing straight
out near her breasts, too bad her head was too far below to take
his cock in her mouth. Of course this was yet another means to
tantalize her. She was slipping off into her memories when the
first strike landed. 

It landed just above her left knee on the inside of the thigh. A
sting, then the rod left in place until the quick removal that
allowed the blood to rush back in from where it was squeezed out.
That act produced the stabbing pain that would grow as the day
progressed. She waited; knowing his method, knowing more was
coming, but not knowing when. Louder swishes now as the
instrument cut the air to land on the other thigh just above the
knee. The blow produced a flinch, but it was what was to come
that made the juices flow. Her muscles clenched from the
onslaught, yet she felt herself slipping, going into her
subspace, her haven in which she could endure anything. But she
didn't want to go there; she would rather stay and enjoy his
attention. She decided to fight the natural, to stay in the
present and moan for his pleasure.

With all her concentration, she focused on the blows to the
inside of her thighs. As the blows progressed towards her slit,
they gradually grew more intense until finally, she was no longer
in control and slipped off into subspace. There was calm, a soft
warm medium; she was swimming up out of it. She didn't want to
leave the sanctuary, yet she longed for the interaction with him.
The closer she got to exit the safe haven, the more intense the
pain became. The insides of her thighs were on fire, fueling the
passion; she welcomed the giving and the obedience to her master.


She could feel some moisture escaping her vessel, indicating that
she was filled. He was standing in front of her again, his cock
jutting out as evidence of his pleasure with the previous
playing. There was a drop on the end of it, clinging to the slit
in the end, hanging on. She wished she could lick it off; she
loved the taste of him. His fingers were once again working the
flesh around her vagina. Her lips were spread by the grotesque
position of her legs, yet he was pulling them even farther apart.
She felt something pressed against her moist inner flesh; it
contacted her just below the clitoris, nestled inside the lips
until it reached the vaginal opening, then crossed over to seal
the opening. He was pressing very hard, then she felt a lip being
stretched up, pulling until it was tight, then a sharp pain as
something bit into it. The procedure was repeated on the other
side so that her labia were stretched and clamped. The sharp pain
was slowly receding into a dull ache. 

He went behind the fixture and she felt the movement as it
rotated until she was upright again. The blood rushing out of her
head made her woozy for a moment, and then feeling returned. She
felt the tug of something on her labia, then the trickling of her
juices as they flowed downward from her cunt. She was draining
but obviously not on the floor. He walked in front of her and
held up a mirror so she could see his handiwork. A gasp escaped
her lips as she witnessed what he had done.

There between her legs was a plastic fruit juice glass that had
two clothespins glued to its sides near the bottom. Her labia
were stretched grotesquely and captured in the clamps, which kept
the glass in position.  She thought she could feel some juice
draining into it, and the macabre sight along with the delicious
pain was adding to it. She was sure that walking would twist the
glass and pull harder on her lips, it would be difficult. His
words penetrated her thoughts, mentioning that he would help her
fill it. That also helped in her arousal.

He was standing in front of her now, holding something. She
looked down and saw that he had two clamps in his hands, poised
just in front of her nipples. They were nasty looking, strong and
with teeth that would bite into the flesh. He said nothing and
did nothing, just stood there with the clamps. A chill went
through her thinking of what was about to happen. She waited,
normally he would stroke her nipples to get them hard before
clamping them, and before they had always been the smooth clover
clamps. She couldn't take her eyes off the waiting instruments.
She felt it, knew what his game was, she was getting aroused
anticipating the pain that would follow. Her nipples were
starting to protrude in sexual arousal, becoming hard and
standing up awaiting his ministrations. She was longing for it
now; thrusting forward to assist the application, bursting with
desire to feel the pain, the pleasure that accompanied it knowing
it was his desire. Why didn't he act? Her mind was reeling with
want, body straining to accommodate him. 

A jolt of fire shot through her breasts to her heart, then down
to her crotch that was distended with the apparatus. Sweet pain
washed over her, wrapping her in the familiar envelope that
consumed her mind, her sanctuary of love. He had applied the
clamps. 

She relaxed and let the restraints hold her, concentrating on the
pain in her breasts. It was more intense than what she had ever
felt before, so deep, so primeval. Her mind was occupied with her
nipples, but she knew she was dripping into the vessel. Gradually
the pain receded into the normal deep ache that followed the
initial onslaught, be it clamps, and flogger, whip, or cane as
long as it was terminated and not continuing. She slipped into
her favorite space, accepting his play and showing her love for
him, relishing the feelings that consumed her, the pain, the
safety of being with him, and the act of submission that he
sought.

Involuntary muscle reflexes contracted with supreme force causing
her to jump against her restraints as a new hot pain reoccurred
in her breasts. She couldn't open her eyes if she wanted to; a
white-hot flash was before them, blinding her. In spite of the
pain she was thrusting forward, as if to assist, yet she didn't
want any more. As her mind came back into the present, she looked
down to see that he had added a heavy fishing sinker to each
clamp which pulled on her breasts distending them like her labia
were. 

When she looked up he was looking into her eyes, and then his
lips met hers in a kiss. She began a steady thrust with her hips
that gave some feeling against her vagina as if a sex act was
being performed. The attached receptacle against her cunt caused
it. His tender lips and tongue elevated her to orgasm. She felt
unfulfilled afterwards because he had not cum, had not allowed
her to receive his jism in any orifice, had satisfied her carnal
pleasure, but not her mental pleasure, her physical desires were
met for the moment, yet she was still in want. 

She drifted to the surface to hear his words. "You are filling
the cup nicely, but are lacking in marks, I love the red stripes
on your inner thighs, but the weights on your nipples make the
skin taunt on your upper breasts, perfect for receiving the
singletail." She flinched at those words. He had toyed with her
for a long time, showing her the implement, but not using it. She
was deathly afraid of it, yet, was curious too, maybe even
longing for it, to know the feel of it. Now she would.

She heard the swish and opened her eyes in time to see the blur
of the descending implement. Fire exploded on her breast,
shooting to her nipple then down to her vaginal area. She was
shocked to feel such pain course through her from the small area
it started from. Could it actually travel like that or was it a
result of intense muscle contractions? He dragged the tip of the
whip across her nipple, teasing it, which sent a shudder through
her. The fire was diminishing in magnitude, which he seemed to
sense. His wrist cocked and once again the tip landed on her
breast alongside the welt produced by the first blow. The
white-hot pain seemed worse than the first blow, maybe because
she knew ahead of time how it would feel. The two welts now
combined to make one ache that affected the whole breast. Again
the tip was caressing her nipple in preparation of the blow which
would bring her back to the present. In spite of the pain, she
felt her nipple responding to the wicked caress. She waited with
closed eyes, and then felt it leave her flesh, then connecting
again alongside the previous landing areas. The blow produced a
burn, an ache that was growing with each additional blow. Her
inner thighs were aching from not only the caning, but the
violent contractions caused by the nasty singletail. She was
fatigued from the ordeal and slumped against the restraints, then
dropped her head because even that was more than she could
handle. 

His hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head back up. "You are
blocking my access; you will endure and hold your head up. You
have only received three welts and I intend on giving you a
dozen." She sobbed at the announcement, but held her head up.
Once again the ritual continued. She wished he would hurry and
get it over with, but he made sure she felt the blows, then the
recession of intense pain, then the caressing of the nipple
signaling the next blow. The anticipation was driving her crazy,
all part of his method. Her vagina was throbbing with arousal,
the discomfort of the clamps long forgotten. She endured and
tried keeping count, and was relieved when the last blow landed.


Opening her eyes she looked down at the row of welts across the
top of her right breast. Pride swelled through her knowing that
he was pleased. The pain now welcomed since the welts showed her
submission to whatever pleasure he desired from her. She saw him
pick up a spray bottle, and then with a quick squeeze the cold
liquid covered her breast. The contrasting temperature was
painful, but then a burning far more intense amplified each welt.
The smell was familiar, then she identified the liquid, and it
was alcohol. 

The burning was severe, yet arousing also. Through the haze of
pain she looked into his eyes, studying the pleasure indicated
there when she felt the tip caressing the other nipple. A moment
of despair shot through her when she realized he was only half
way through, but she held her head high and gave her whole self
to him.

The stings continued, then grew into intense pain as he
duplicated the assault on her other breast. He again took his
time, allowing her to think about the next blow, letting it build
until it was almost unbearable. Once again the cold spray, then
the heat like she had never felt before. She slipped into
subspace and somehow managed to keep her head up. 

The dark was becoming lighter, and then she surfaced again, and
came back to the present. He was undoing the straps on her legs
and feet. He undid the one on her left wrist and placed her arm
around his neck. He knew she was exhausted and she would need
help getting down. She wrapped her arm around him as he released
the other wrist, then fell against him. He lifted her off the
fixture and carried her to the center of the floor. Placing his
arm around her waist, he whispered to her, "Hold on tight, this
will hurt fiercely." Pulling her midsection tight against him, he
reached down and yanked the glass off her labia. As the labia
stretched and then let go of the clamps, the pain was tremendous.
But when the blood rushed back into the pinched tissue, it was
unbearable. She collapsed against him. 

She quickly came back into the present and wished she hadn't. Her
entire pelvic area was on fire, throbbing with each heartbeat.
She swore her heart was in her pussy, the jolts of pain in
cadence with the pulse were consuming. She was still wobbly when
he lowered her to her knees. He helped steady her, and then stood
back as she looked up at him. With her face upturned, he slowly
dribbled the contents of the glass on her face. The juices that
had recently been inside her were now on the outside. Some had
hit her mouth and lips, the pungent taste exciting her. Still
looking at him, she watched as he grabbed his cock and began
masturbating. The head was swollen and he was near orgasm. He
made slow strokes like everything else he did, in no hurry to
reach the climax; he would rather savor it and in the meantime
tantalize her. She saw the jerk and then the white thick fluid
shot out onto her. The warmth was in contrast to the cool
drippings of her own fluid, she opened her mouth and tried to
catch it, but he made sure that most landed elsewhere. 
 
When he was finished, he took her face in his hands and began
licking the juices, pushing them to her open waiting mouth. Each
scoop resulted in his tongue entering her, sending chills through
her. In short order her face was reasonably clean and his tongue
entered her and remained there. They both enjoyed the combined
flavor of their love juice. He gently lowered her to the floor
and gathered her in his arms. She could have remained in that
position forever, but his words brought her back to the present.
"Come, we have to be ready for our guest."

They were standing looking out the window when she drove up. The
woman from the party entered carrying a valise, which she set on
the floor, then removed her coat. She was nude, obviously by
command. At the party she was open and somewhat aloof, now she
stood with head bowed waiting instruction. She looked older than
when she was in public, obviously the bra had lifted her sagging
breasts and the chic clothes along with the makeup had concealed
her age and hard life. Her short hair was coifed, but she wore no
makeup at all. She was here to be used as he wished. 

Jealousy raged through her, how dared he waste what precious
little time they had together to spend with another? Was this
another of his tests, or worse yet, was it his desire? Perhaps it
was merely compassion for a former playmate. She looked at him
and decided that the latter was the case, at least which was
easier to accept.

His words broke the silence, "Help me get Jan on the fixture." It
was the first time she had heard her name. They led her into the
room, and she noticed that he had built a platform on which the
fixture now stood. She wondered why, and also wondered when he
had done it; it must have been when she was asleep last night.
They led her up onto the footrests. She bent down to attach the
foot restraints and calf restraints while he took care of the arm
and wrist restraints since he was taller. Motioning for her to
step behind the fixture, she watched as he attended to the
mechanism, cranking the wheel, which spread the bars holding the
arms and legs. She was astounded of the agility of the older
woman as the apparatus went further and further apart, finally
creating a moan from her due to the grotesque spreading of her
legs. 

He latched the mechanism into a locked position, and then began
rotating the fixture upside down. She could appreciate what was
going through the Jan's mind as her splayed form rotated until
her head was hanging straight down. He took her arm and they went
around in front of the woman. The first thing she noticed was
that the woman was shaved and her labia and vagina were spread
wide open from the spreading of her legs. There was some moisture
present also, probably from the anticipation while driving over,
and then complimented by the present actions.

Her breasts were hanging down now, sagging in reverse. "Jan also
likes the singletail, but time has toughened her, so I am going
to work on the tender underside of those sensitive mounds." With
that, he gently brushed his fingertips across the milk-white
tissue. A closed mouth moan was discernable from her throat. "Go
get her valise; she has some personal props that I don't have." 
She brought the valise to him and he opened it, bringing out an
object that made her wince. It was saliva stained leather
ball-gag, obviously used many times. She shuddered at the thought
of having one in her mouth and then his words confirmed her
fears. "Jan prefers to not have the sanctity of a safe word, but
rather to give her all to the master." With that statement, he
pushed the ball in her mouth and tied the thongs behind her head.
The leather straps were pulling at the corners of her mouth,
stretching her lips into a macabre smile. 

Reaching into the bag he produced a pair of viscous looking
clamps that had small teeth on the gripping portion. Along with
these came a pair of heavy weights that he attached to the
clamps. Squeezing one open, he placed it over her nipple and let
it snap shut, causing a jerk from her. He then dropped the weight
which caused another jerk and stretched the breast even further
down, exposing all of the under tissue. This action made her
wince in sympathy, but also made her loins heat and moisture
form. She could almost understand the pleasure he got from
attending to another. Her eyes were riveted to the other clamp as
he opened it and placed it over the now hard nipple, then in one
motion, let it snap closed and dropped it at the same time,
causing a guttural moan of pleasure from the woman's throat. She
realized that it was not only Jan's moan, but hers as well that
she had heard. Now she was really looking forward to the
application of the welts, which at one time she wondered if she
could handle. Her pussy throbbed to see the red marks appear,
just as she knew his cock throbbed for the same reason. How quick
she had changed in her perspective.

He jumped down from the platform and stood in front of it. Now
she could understand why he had elevated it. With the recipient
upside down he was at the perfect height to attend to her
distended breasts. He said nothing, so she knelt next to the
secured form on the platform and awaited the unfolding events.

A flash of pleasure washed through her as she heard the familiar
swish of the singletail descending on the upturned flesh. The
snap startled her as the leather contacted the flesh right before
her eyes, the pale light area slowly turned crimson, then blue as
the blood rushed in to fill the assaulted area and the beginning
of a bruise began to form. There was no sound from her, but her
body did flinch in response to the strike. It appeared that she
tried to jut her breast outward to assist in the next blow. 

Because of the clamps he couldn't play the tip over her nipples,
therefore a slow cadence was established, a strike, a pause, then
another strike. It became a ritual in timing that allowed her to
anticipate the exact split second that the blow would land. The
welts appeared in a controlled pattern before her eyes, and her
loins responded with a longing to be a participant rather than an
observer. 

The recipient was also in tune with the cadence, thrusting as
much as possible toward the descending blow. Small rivulets of
fluid made their way down from her wide open sex, two wet trails
indicating her arousal that were inching toward her stomach. 

The pattern continued, making its way across her breast, and then
continuing to the other one. When the patterns were equal, she
heard the swish of an impending slash, and then saw the tail land
on the taunt skin between the inner thigh and perineum, right
where the crease of flesh would be when her legs were allowed to
resume normal position. A matching strike duplicated the welt on
the other side. In a normal standing position, the welts would be
in the fold of flesh, constantly irritated, a reminder that would
last a long time.

She was mesmerized by the scene before her and found herself
stroking the inner thigh of the trussed female. She had never had
any inclinations before in anything resembling a lesbian
encounter, yet this was different; they were of the same breed,
instruments of pleasure for a master. With the whipping obviously
done with, she bent down and kissed the swelling welt nearest to
her. It was an act of sensual bonding, the pleasure of master
being the common thread, nothing sexual at all.

He mounted the platform and spun the fixture so it was again
upright. This caused the weights to pull the breasts down over
the welts that resulted in a moan from behind the gag. Standing
before the woman, he pressed her breasts even tighter to her
chest continuing the sound. Reaching behind her he undid the knot
of the strap and removed the ball from her mouth. It was coated
with saliva and somewhat deformed from her clenching. He dropped
it into her valise. 

"Jan, are your nipples numb from the clamps?" An affirmative nod
triggered the response, "Then we need to remove them and allow
feeling to return." Turning to her he said, "Dear, take Jan's
left clamp off." With trembling fingers she lifted the clamp and
squeezed the handles opening it. She was surprised at how strong
it was; it had smashed the nipple completely flat. The nipple
began to take shape as the blood flowed back into it, and with it
came the pain that was far worse than the initial application.
Her own nipples throbbed in sympathy and she heard a guttural
moan from the woman. 

When it was apparent that the ordeal was tolerable, he told her
to take the other clamp off. She knew exactly what the woman was
going through, having been there before herself. Knowing how
intense the pain was from the first removal, the anticipation of
the next would weaken anyone's knees. Her own knees were rubbery
and she didn't have the assist of the fixture. She removed the
clamp and lightly kissed the nipple as if to ask forgiveness. 

The woman had drifted off into subspace; completely motionless
with her head drooped on her chest. Carefully, so he wouldn't
invade her trance, he returned the fixture to its normal position
with her arms over her head and her legs together. They waited
for her return. 

As the woman surfaced from the depths, her head rose to look
lovingly into his eyes. He smiled and then said, "Welcome back,
now it is time for the orgasms you worked so hard for." Turning
to her he said, "Help me with the straps" which she did. Kneeling
she undid the buckles freeing the woman's feet and calves. She
stood and with him on one side and her on the other, they helped
the woman off the fixture and laid her on her back on the carpet.
She was like jelly, completely spent from the ordeal.

He had her bend the woman's legs back toward her shoulders until
her buttocks were raised off the floor. Then pushing even more,
he placed a cushion under the small of the woman's back, which
kept her in position. The valise was brought over and he rummaged
through it until he found what he sought. The first item was an
economy size jar of Vaseline. This deviated from his normal
preference of K-Y, which he preferred because of it being soluble
in water and easily cleaned up. Next thing out of the valise was
a leather harness of some kind, then two dildos like she had
never seen before. They were huge and each had a ring attached to
one end, which reminded her of a utensil that was made to hang on
the wall. The larger of the two had a small lever at the base
that paralleled the shaft and was hinged as well as being spring
loaded. He opened the jar and began coating the two objects with
a thick coating of the lubricant. There was no doubt of where
they were headed for, and she realized that the choice of
lubricant was needed since it didn't wipe off easily. 

When he was finished with the implements, he told her to straddle
the woman's shoulders and bend down so she would be out of the
way yet could spread the labia with her fingers. She did as he
said, positioning herself over the woman in the famous 69
position only she was to assist, not engage in any sexual act.
Her fingers captured the edge of the delicate lips and pulled
them open like a blooming flower, revealing the wet pink flesh
and the bud of passion. The woman herself had her arms along her
sides and was told to spread her buttocks, which she did. The
cool air on the normally hidden flesh had its effect, the vaginal
muscles were rhythmically contracting which squeezed out the
building natural lubricant and when released allowed the orifice
to dilate which showed the inner walls of the passage. The woman
was aroused and her body was responding naturally in preparation
for the assault.

He waited until her vagina dilated, and then he plunged two
coated fingers inside to wipe the walls with the grease. He
repeated this couple of times to ensure that no surface was
missed. Satisfied with that, he scooped up a gob and began work
on her anus. Since it didn't dilate to assist him, the procedure
was different. He placed a ball of the thick grease directly on
the opening, and then with the tip of his middle finger began
pushing small amounts past the sphincter and into her. The task
was slow, but also arousing, evidenced by the continued muscle
reaction and heavy breathing. The latter caused her own moist
lips that were over the woman's mouth to be bathed by the woman's
warm breath.

When her anal passage was prepared to his satisfaction, he
cleaned off his hands and reached for the harness. He slipped the
belt under the small of her back and then buckled it tight around
her waist, leaving the thin strap that was attached in the back
to lie on the carpet trailing out from her spread legs. The
picture of the purpose of the harness leaped into her mind. The
thin strap would be threaded through the rings and attached to
the small buckle in front, thus preventing the monstrous objects
from exiting. That picture sent a wave of heat through her
clitoris causing a contraction of both sphincters like the woman
was experiencing. Her own breathing increased as she saw him pick
up the standard shaped dildo. 

He placed the tip of the phallic object against the woman's anus
and waited. The woman responded by pulling hard on her buttocks,
which spread the orifice and produced a small opening from the
stretched muscle. She watched as he pushed and the tissue
stretched to surround the tapered tip, allowing it partial
entrance. It didn't look as if it were possible for such a small
opening to accept such a large object, but it continued to
swallow the intruder. 

The tissue was really stretched now, the color gone, just a shiny
white ring that had a mound of lubricant around it from the
scraping of the excess from the penetration. The maximum diameter
was obtained, now he was twisting and bending the shaft to find
the easiest path. There was a slight movement as the way was
found, and then the shaft started entering her. It was
fascinating to watch it penetrate the orifice, and the warm
breath on her moist sex aroused her, even though it was a woman's
breath. It was slow going but gradually it disappeared inside her
until only the very end showed with the ring. He rotated the
device until the ring was crosswise to her crevice, and then
threaded the strap through the ring. When the strap was all the
way through, he pushed on the ring and the false cock popped
inside her leaving only the ring outside. The woman let go off
her buttocks and the strap was trapped in her crevice, the rest
sticking up at her perineum. 

He picked up the matching dildo by the lever, which fell away
from the main shaft. His words brought her awake, "Pull the lips
hard, stretch her wide open for me." She pulled the tissue and
saw the dilated orifice grow wider and close up, but not before
he plunged the tip inside. The scene was repeated; the stretching
of the tissue, only now it was framed by the distended labia, a
memorable sight. When the first wide diameter gained entrance,
the woman moaned. Obviously the filled rectum hindered the
progress, but there was no stopping the intrusion. The moans got
louder and she felt a wet tongue sweep across her own clitoris.
It didn't even register who was doing it; the whole scene
supported it. Unlike the rear passage, once the hole was
breached, the shaft slowly entered without stopping. When it was
inside and the hinge was against the sphincter, he let the lever
slam down on the woman's clitoris. 

She had concentrated so intently with the task of splaying the
sex open for him along with the sight of the invasion that she
forgot that her own sex was poised over the woman's mouth. When
the lever slammed down, the resulting orgasm caused the woman's
head to rear up and a scream erupt from her throat. The wash of
warmth over her aroused sex triggered an orgasm of her own. 

When the two of them had settled back to the present, he had her
let go of the labia. The lever prevented them from closing,
instead they moved against it, caressing it. He picked up the
strap and threaded it through the remaining ring, then attached
it to the buckle on the belt and pulled it tight. The tightening
forced the hinge of the lever hard against the flesh, and
captured a portion of the labia. The sight looked extremely
uncomfortable. 

He next motioned for her to move back above the woman's head and
pull her arms straight back and restrain them. He removed the
bolster from the woman's back, lifted her head and placed it
under her neck so she could see her breasts. He then left the
room and returned with something in his hand that he placed on
her stomach. "Baubles for the Breasts" he said, it was a pair of
beads,  inch in diameter, round, faceted, red in color, and each
had a straight pin through the hole which was cemented in place
but not noticeable. There was little doubt where they were headed
for. 

He let her look at them long enough to identify them, and then
long enough to realize what he was going to do. He picked up one
with his right hand, holding it before her eyes so she could get
a close look at it, and then bent forward. He grasped her left
breast with his left hand, wrapping his fingers around it and
squeezing so that only the nipple was protruding from his thumb
and finger. The pliant breast seemed to strengthen the nipple
since it was standing straight up. It was that or she was
aroused, perhaps a combination of the two. He placed the tip of
the pin in the center of the nipple, and waited. 

Perspiration had broken out on her forehead and she was breathing
heavily through her open mouth. She was squirming, but not in
fear, her left shoulder was pushing upwards as if to assist. He
then slowly pushed the pin all the way into her nipple. The
breath rushed out of her mouth and was followed by a moan.
Consumed with passion, she thrashed her hips and splayed her legs
as wide as she possibly could

He let go of her breast and Jan opened her eyes to observe what
had transpired. The nipple still stood tall held by the impaled
piece of metal. The bead rested prominently on the tip like a
jewel for all to see. He picked up the second bauble and looked
into her eyes.

"What do you wish?" he asked. A feeble "Please" was the response.
"Please what?" "You shouldn't separate the pair". 

With that statement, he grasped her right breast with his left
hand and repeated the procedure. Knowing what was coming seemed
to add to the arousal. The nipple throbbed with each beat of her
heart. He placed the tip in the center of the nipple and again
waited. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the familiar word was
repeated, "Please". He slowly pushed the pin all the way home.
When he released her and backed away, it was if she wanted the
world to see. Both shoulders strained upwards to show off what
she had, two prominent nipples adorned with homemade jewelry.
After a long time, she settled into a catatonic state. They both
gently helped her to her feet.

One on each side, they led her to the door, and then helped her
slip into her coat. She gasped as the fabric rubbed the beads. He
said to her, "Call me when you get home." Valise in hand, she
gingerly walked to her car. The two of them stood near the window
and watched her. He was behind her now, cupping her own tender
breast and explaining what was about to happen. "It will be very
difficult for her to get in the car, the dildos will make it
painful, when she does finally get in, and she will have an
orgasm. You can tell by the way she will grab her sore breast in
spite of the pain." 

It was just as he said when Jan got to the car, there were
several attempts to enter, but the instruments deep inside her
made it difficult, then finally, she collapsed on the seat. Her
head flew back over the seat back, mouth opened in what appeared
to be a scream, and her left hand grasped her right breast and
squeezed. This went on for a minute while she rhythmically
squeezed the sore impaled breast, obviously in pleasure.

As they watched the woman in the throes of passion, her own
breast throbbed in compassion, it was sore from the welts, but
not near as sore as it would be if it were impaled. 

As they watched the car drive off, he said "I told her to call
when she got home, but she will take her time getting there, and
once there will wait in fear before calling." "Why?' "For fear I
will tell her to take everything out. I will tell her to call
back in another hour, and this time she will also be in fear, but
it will be that I will forbid her to take them out." The words
went through her like ice.

He held a small jewelry case in front of her and said "Baubles
are fine, but you deserve the real thing." She opened the case
and sticking in the black felt were two white gold pins with
1-carat diamonds attached. His words had made her swell with
love, but the next comment made her soar, "Shall we try them on
for size?

As she leaned back against him, she felt his hand reach around,
clasp her breast and squeeze it to present the nipple..........

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