
                          My Weekend Training - Part/2

    It was now going on seven thirty and MASTER has not arrived.  I was
getting awful sore sitting in one position waiting, but I had this feeling
that I had better not move. Then came a knock on the door and the sound of a
key in the lock.  MASTER has had a key to my house for some time, and I have
never refused to allow him in.

    He walked into the living room and looked over at Linda. He asked her what
I was doing inside when it was so nice out in the yard.  She replied that she
was not aware that I could have been taken out side.  He then told her to
bring me and follow him as he went toward the sliding glass doors that lead to
the yard.

    After I got up I walked the best I could and followed MASTER to the den
with Linda right behind me.  MASTER was standing at the doors waiting for us
to arrive, and as we did he went out into the yard.  He told Linda to bring me
to him, and she grabed my arm and lead me in his direction.  He was standing
by the picnic table and there were several iron pipes laying arond the area.
I stood there wondering what they had in mind, but still knew that I had
better not ask. So I just waited for one of them to tell me what was going to
come next.  And the wait was not long!

    MASTER picked up one of the many pipes that were all around and placed it
in another pipe that was in the ground.

    Them he instructed Linda to bring me over to where the pipe was.  He told
her to lay me down on my back and to unfasten the shackles that were on my
legs. She mentioned to him that he had not given her a key.  So he reached in
his pocket and tossed her a small key on a large ring.  While he was waiting
for her to unlock my shackles he told her that the key she was holding fit all
the locks for the items he had.  And that until he had another one made she
was to keep it with her at all times.

    By now I was laying on my back on the ground next to this one pipe that
was standing in the ground.  He tossed her a leather strap and a cuff and told
her to fasten my leg to the pipe.  It didn't take her long and she was waiting
for him to tell her what next.  His next instruction was for her to take my
other leg and pull it toward one of the other holes in the ground.  And to
pull it to the farthest one that she could reach.  So as there was still one
side of the shackes hooked to that leg it was easy for her to pull it over
while still standing up.  She passed several holes before she felt that I was
as far apart as I could go.  When she told MASTER that she thought that I was
where he wanted, he just noded.  Then he went and got another pipe the same
length as the first, and placed it in the hole where my leg was.  MASTER then
tossed her another short leather strap and cuff, telling her to do the same as
before.

    There I was laying on the ground with my legs spread apart and fastened to
the bottom of two pipes.  I was still wearing my waste belt, so MASTER told
Linda to follow him. He said that I was not going any place until they got
back. So I just layed there with all kinds of different thought running
through my head.

    It seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes before they returned, but I
really think that it was like five.  But when they did return they were both
carring what appeared to be short chanes with some sort of hook on them.  As
they approched me I could see that indeed that is what they were.

    I had no idea what they intended to do with them, but I was soon to find
out.

    MASTER told Linda to release my arms from the belt and fasten the hook in
the ring on the cuff.  After she had both my arms released and her and MASTER
had the short chains fastened, they lifted me to a some what standing
position. MASTER placed his chain over the top of the pipe and it sliped
through a slot on the top and he hooked it to some thing on the side.  Then he
went around to the other side and did the same thing.  There I was not quite
standing but looking rather uncomfortable.  I was! MASTER pulled on the chain
where he was and that pulled my arm even higher and tighter.  Then he went to
the other side and pulled on that one also.  Now I was streached tight between
the two pipes and in no position to do any thing. MASTER said to Linda that
they should go in and have a bit to eat and a drink as I needed to think about
my situation for a while.  Then they left and disappeared into the house.

    It was about sun down when they left me there, and it was well after dark
before they came back.  MASTER was always the first one to come out of the
house as he was the first one to enter.  I could see MASTER comming toward me,
but I could not see Linda that clear.  In a way I was glad that I couldn't!
When I did see her she had a wide leather strap in one of her hands, and some
thing cluched in the other.  As she approched I still could not see what was
in her one hand, not until she handed it to MASTER.  Then I knew it was one of
the many ball gags that MASTER had for me.  MASTER stood in from of me and
pinched my nose until I opened my mouth, and then he sliped the ball part
between my teeth.  The gag had a strap on it that he put around my head to
hold the gag in place.  Once he was satisfied that it would not come out, and
I could make no more then a grunting sound he steped back.  He then looked
over at Linda and told he to do what they had talked about.  Well she walked
around behind me and just stood there for a few seconds, as if she was tring
to make up her mind wheather or not to do it.  The next thing I knew was that
I was being hit across the ass with the belt.  The blows were not that hard,
just enough to let me know I was being hit.  MASTER told her to do it right or
he would use it on her.  So the next blow was much-much harder, and they were
comming more often.  By now I was really feeling the blows and the only thing
I could do was grown and cry some.  Tears were running down each cheek, and
the more she hit me the more they ran.

    MASTER finally told her that she could stop, and she did.  But he also
told he that she was to do it again in thirty minutes for ten minutes.  Then
she was to wait thirty more minutes and do it again.  He told her that he
wanted to see my ass red and welted before I would be allowed to be put to bed
for the night.  After all he told her - I had a busy day comming tomorrow and
I did need some rest.

    So after and hour or so she finished, and MASTER came out to look at me.
He felt both sided of my ass, and was satisfied that they were welted.  I
guess so as it really hurt for him to even touch me.

    MASTER told Linda to go and get a sleeping bag out of the hall closet, and
she left to do it.  When she returned MASTER told her to open the bag and lay
in on the ground behind me, and she did as he instructed.  Then he went to one
side of me and let the chain lose that held my right arm, and went and did the
same to the other side.  At this point MASTER was holding me so that I would
not just fall in one direction or the other.  He then lowered me to the ground
and onto the open sleeping bag.  Speaking to Linda again he told her to go and
find a sheet.  While she was gone looking for the bed sheet MASTER refastened
my armes to my waste belt.  When she returned with it he told her to cover me
with it, and she did.  MASTER looked down at me for a minute, and then back
toward Linda.  The last thing I heard him say was that it was time for him and
Linda to get some sleep.  AS I was not tucked in bed for the night!

    One thing that had been bothering me for several hours was how I was going
to use the bathroom.  I didn't have permission to speak, and there for I
didn't ask.  But that issue was not becomming a need thing to know.  As
several hours went by and I really wasn't getting much sleep in this position,
I thought that I could hear some one comming near me.  Of course in the
position I was hearing all kinds of sounds and strange noises.  But this time
I was really hearing some one comming.  It turned out to be Linda as she came
to see if I was all right.  With out being told to do so may I add!  She
losened the gag in my mouth and asked if I was OK.  That is when I told her
that I really needed to use the bath room.  She said that she could not let me
lose, but would try and think of some thing that might help.  She left and I
thought that I heard her in the kitchen movein dishes and pan around.  Well I
must of as she came out with a shallow pan that she sliped under me.  She
asked if I could use this and she would empty it when she left.  In the
condition that I was in I could have used a straw, and it sure felt good to
get that pressure off my kidneys.  It didn't take but a few seconds and I was
finished.  She sliped the pan out and that was the last I seen of any one
until morning.

To be Continued->
END - Part/2
