Enough is Enough!, thought Julie. A week ago the telegram had arrived at her office from her lover, (Have found a wonderful home for us. Follow the instructions in the package arriving shortly. All My Love, John. ) it had read. Two days later she had received the package containing a ticket to Scotland, and explicit directions on where to stay and what tour to take. Her travels took Julie to the North East Coast of Scotland, Clan Gunn country. She checked in, waited 2 days to adjust to the time, and took the required tour. So here she was seeing a magnificent castle, towering battlements and old worn stone. It sat so picturesquely at the top of a mighty cliff, like it would tumble off any moment, but solid as the centuries it had endured the harsh climate that is Northern Scotland. The interior however was rich and warm. The stone walls had been covered with wood and rubbed and oiled through the years to a ruddy warm glow. The floor was stone but covered with exotic carpets throughout. The furnishings seemed as old as the castle, the price of the antiques alone was astronomical. Julie lagged a bit behind drinking in all that she saw. She had expected John to join her on the tour and yet his absence lingered. Julie had no Idea when or where he would show, only that she had done exactly as instructed. As Julie pondered this, movement down one of the vast hallways caught her attention. She paused, staring down one of the darkened corridors. A single candle burned in a sconce at the far end, beside it stood a man, her man, she would know that body anywhere. Julie started toward him giving the tour a final glance, as she turned back she just saw John's back as he disappeared into a side passage to the left. Julie broke into a run, arriving at the corner just in time. She watched him disappear down another side passage at the end of this one, to the right this time, again a single candle burned at the end. Rushing down she turned to the right to view an empty hallway, half way down on the right she saw an open door, in the hallway at the door burned a single candle once again. Julie slowed her pace and walked normally to the door, glancing inside, Julie gasped. The door opened into a large room filled with all manner of ancient devices, racks, wheels, crosses, cages, and stocks. All the wood worn smooth with use, Julie took a tentative step inside. She looked around at the various ropes and pulleys in the ceiling, then over to the wall adorned with holders that organized a large variety of floggers, whips, paddles, straps, gloves and toys. Walking over Julie reached out and caressed the floggers' soft supple strands, she moved down to the toys. No cheap products here each item had been created out of natural materials wood, leather, and worked metal. Julie picked up a thick leather cock filled with cotton batting or something close to it giving it a weighty supple feel, very much like the real thing. The faint blast of a horn interrupted her longings. The Bus! Julie hastily replaced the toy and sprinted for the door, it had shut. She struggled and pulled yet the door would not budge, pausing to look for a catch she found none and pulled yet again. The door gave slightly and encouraged she tugged and tugged finally getting the heavy oaken slab to swing ponderously open. Glancing to her right Julie spied a window. Running quickly she got to the window, just as the last person got on the bus. Julie yelled slapping on the thick glass panes but to no avail, The bus started up and started down the long road out to the highway. Oh great!, Thought Julie, what am I gonna do now? She walked back down the Hall stopping at the candle to think, glancing over she decided to look for a phone. The candle at the corner had apparently gone out so the dungeon was the only way still lit. She walked in and noticed the door on the opposite side of the room was open. Julie walked over to it and into the room beyond. The room is large, rich tapestries hang from the walls, the bed enormous, canopied, with gauzy curtains tied to each post, a bouquet of roses lays upon the soft down comforter.  Julie walks over and picks up the card laying beside the flowers and reads…..Dearest julie, I know your excitement to finally meet me is overwhelming. I also know that our first real experience must be as memorable as the countless sessions online so bear with me. Inside the box on the bed you will find some clothes, dress and then place the blindfold upon your eyes, I know you wish to see me but the sensations will be tenfold without your sight, you shall gaze into my eyes soon enough. It is 7:55 be ready by 8:00. Glancing at her watch Julie saw that it was in fact 7:55…..how did he?  As usual Masters timing was impeccable. Julie quickly shed all vestige of her clothing and reached for the box, pulling out a lovely corset, matching panties and ornate leather collar and cuffs, with a pure silver rings. Quickly donning all, a slight shudder went through her as she locked the collar in place. The corset was last and try as she might, she could not get it on properly by herself, she left it as tight as she could and then grabbed the blindfold. Julie reached up and placed it against her eyes, the satin soft as all light was quenched from view. Julie jumped as two hands instantly covered hers, taking over they grasp the straps and tie the blindfold tightly. Julie quivers knowing her lover is pressed against her at last. His smell washes over her, his breath warms her neck. A drop of her anticipation gathers on the small silver ring that pierces the small sheath at the top of her womanhood.  Once the blindfold is tied the hands slide down over her shoulders down her arms around her to her belly in a warm embrace, the warmth of his lips upon her neck causes her to melt. He steps back and begins to work the laces of her corset. Julie gasps as he tugs each set working the tightness down. Her breasts proudly sit  atop the half cups stiff with desire and longing. He walks away once the corset is tied but only briefly before returning, a small metallic snick and slight weight announce the chain that has been fastened to her collar. He walks away and a tug prompts the slave to follow. Julie smiles as she realizes she is being led into the dungeon. She is pulled toward one of the apparatus,  and she is stretched to the corners of the rack. Julie hears each footfall as her Master strides to the tool rack. The sound of strands cutting the air stirs the silence as he chooses the tools he will use. More footfalls and Julie jumps as something contacts her shoulder. The soft luxurious feel calls to mind the mink mitt, it is slowly rubbed over her body the fur gliding across her taut skin. The sensation is amazing almost a tickle but not quite, it trails over each arm and leg, up her thigh and down the other one, setting the nerve endings alive before it ceases. Another touch begins, Julie jumps as this one pokes her slightly, she quickly recalls the glove with thousands of pins on it. It looked horrible, each pin looked sharp enough to puncture yet all of them together does not break the skin, instead a wonderful scratchy feeling sets each nerve afire as it mimics the path over her body. This time however it pauses in front, circling each breast then stopping using just the finger tip, each nipple is poked, nipping it till it grows erect, a clip is quickly attached to each one keeping it hard, just on the edge between pleasure and pain.  A crack of thunder sounds in the distance. Julie moans anticipating the coming storm that mimics the one outside. The glove disappears and Julie feels her breasts pulled up and out apparently attached to a chain by the clips and from there to a pulley and some weights. The effect is that any movement on her part is amplified by the weights tugging at her tender nipples. She feels cold metal at her hip and hears a slight snick as her panty strap is cut, then the other side,  juices form as Julie realizes she is quite helpless and in the power of the man next to her. Her reverie is broken by the initial slap of a flogger on her ass. The light weight and gentle slap lead her to believe it is suede. Her Master sets a rhythm, whack and whack and whack and whack, starting softly and gradually adding more force to each blow. Julie begins to pant as the sensation rush through her body and the warmth rushes to her backside. The supple suede conforms to the swell of each cheek as it strikes again and again, on one blow a strand reaches below and wraps across her newly shaven pussy clinging slightly at the growing dampness as it races away to join the other strands in the next blow. Julie moans and for the next 5 swats, that strand seems to fall just a bit heavier. There is a slight pause as he changes tools. Next a flat leather paddle slaps against her ass cheek, Julie jumps and groans slightly. The full cheek slap greatly differs from the individual strands but again he starts soft and slowly increases. He reaches around with his free left hand and begins to rub her pussy, gliding his finger along her moist slit. The slaps alternate from one cheek to the other as she feels his finger slide inside her, Julie groans and once again begins to pant. She feels him curl his finger scooping out her cream and rubbing it back along her pussy and across her ass. Slap and Slap and Slap the rhythm is intoxicating, she feels herself washing away in it as another rumble of the sky confirms the coming storm. He slides a finger into her anus. He is careful to avoid it with the paddle, the rhythm never falters. Julie whimpers, oh God, oh God, oh God, Please Master may I cum? No!, he commands. Julie whimpers again as he works the finger in and out fucking her tight passage. The paddle rhythmically swatting her tender ass, Please Sir, Please let me cum……. She tries once again. Not yet dear one, he whispers. Sliding his finger out he goes back up front sliding deep within he curls his finger until he brushes her G spot. She jumps as he finds it Ohhhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeease she begs him as the perspiration beads her head with the effort not to displease him. Yes baby, you may cum now. The rains fall, a subtle roar as a million drops impact the castle all at once, a long moaning scream fills the halls as Julie succumbs to her building pleasure. Her juices flood her pussy as the rain covers the stone. Her gasps echoed by the wind as it swirls through the towers, her groans, like thunder in the night. 

Julie sags panting, trying to catch her breath as her Master withdraws his fingers. He stands before her stroking her face waiting patiently till she comes down and once again is aware. He brushes the strands of hair off her damp brow, moving them back into place with the rest of her hair. Julie calms, though she cannot see, she pictures his tender loving touches upon her forehead. He stops and places his fingers to her lips, pressing inside he forces her to lick them clean of her juices, and reminds her she is to serve. He then steps away, she listens intently as he goes and returns, then she feels the rack shudder as he adjusts something. He has swung a hinged piece up off the floor so that it now stands between her thighs. It has some sort of recessed circle that is open at one side, John then reaches for the leather cock. He takes it and presses it against her lips, Julie naturally opens and allows it to slide inside. The leather has a tangy salty taste coupled with a heavy musk scent. Her lips press into the supple leather just slightly making it feel incredibly lifelike. John works the phallus in and out of her mouth and Julie tries to apply as much saliva to it as possible knowing it is going to be used. He pulls it free from her lips with a soft plop and reaching down between her legs brushes the tip along julie's slippery pussy. The wide tip slowly parts her and starts to slide inside. John does not rush but slowly works the thick cock in until she is well filled. He then pulls it out just far enough to slide it into the slot firmly holding it in place. Julie begins to ride it slowly, rising up as far as her bonds allow and back down. She cannot believe she is allowed to pleasure herself this way so very soon after cumming. The cock feels so very lifelike and she marvels at the sensation. Julie begins to loose herself in the act and is brought back by the tender slap of the heavier flogger across her bottom. She gasps and stops, thinking she has done wrong, No he intones, go ahead find your pleasure dear, just don't forget your warning, he instructs her. Julie begins to ride in earnest. Wantonly consuming the leather cock with her tender pussy, the chain tugs at her breasts with each rise and fall but it is a good trade for the feeling of fullness. Whack! The leather tails fall upon her, unnnnnnngh! She gasps. Up and down, again and again, Whack! Unnnnnnghohhhhhh!, breath short , panting. Whack! Owwwwwwwwungghhhhh! She rides up, and down. The sensation begins, deeeep inside her belly, she feels it growing begging to cum out……..Pleeeeeaaaaaaase Master……….Edge! She gives the code word signaling she is  at the point of orgasm. Wait! He commands her, Julie bites her lip trying to hold it back, her senses turn inward focused one her feeling. Whack! Unnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhoooooo my god, Julie breathes, barely holding off. Do not cum….., he warns her. She whimpers. Julie stops pumping, her whole body poised not daring to cum, trying to cease the sensation in her pussy and on her nipples, Whack! The cruel sweet flogger forces her to jump the weights tug, the cock slides, a low guttural moan fills Julie as she battles her own pleasure for control, all thought escapes there is only her, pleasure and her Master. Whack! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeeee she begs him. Whack! Yes baby you may. Julie lets forth an intense scream, dropping herself on the leather, orgasm wracks her body, the nipples are tugged wonderfully and she feels her senses fading, the buzzing warmth envelopes her and her vision narrows. Julie has reached subspace, all senses are overloaded and awareness slowly drifts off into a euphoric bliss. John recognizes what has happened as he sees her slump, hanging by her bonds. He quickly releases her and carries her to the bedroom. He undresses her freeing her breathing and grabs a cool cloth to wipe her down gently. She is safe and in no danger. He pats her dry and gently pulls on a soft gauzy silk nightdress. He tucks her into bed after checking to make sure all signs are normal. 

Julie awoke quite some time later, the candles were all out and a lantern burned very low. She looked around for her lover, but found the room empty. She pulled the silk nightdress close to ward of the breeze she just now noticed. Glancing up Julie sees the door opening out onto the large balcony was open. Sliding out of the bed she made her way outside and through the door. The sound of surf, agitated by the storm, echoed over the railing. The storm had passed but still a warm soft rain fell. The Moon however shown silvery through breaks between the clouds. Julie stepped out, the rain quickly molding the silk to her body. She walks to the heavy stone rail, pressing her hands upon the rough worn surface, spreading them out to either side she lays across the rail looking down over the castle wall, the sheer cliff below it and the surf crashing upon the rocks. The breath catches in her throat with the beauty and magnificence. Julie feels him approach behind her, knowing he would like her vulnerable position she doesn't move. He presses against her, his hardness cradled in the smooth valley of her pert bottom. His hands caress her back, gently needing each muscle yet feeling unusually heavy and rough. His fingers tangle in her hair and he pulls her upright against his chest. The hand releases her and the blindfold is once again placed against her eyes and quickly fastened behind. He pushes her forward again over the rail. He begins to caress every inch of her body, gliding over the silk yet feeling extremely rough on her tender skin. Julie supposes her skin is overly sensitive after the dungeon as well as with the breeze upon her. The hands pull the shoulder straps of her gown  to either side and down along her arms, her breasts are freed to the night, the breeze kissing her nipples as it races in from the sea. He reaches around, fingers dry, scratchy, lifting her breasts, rolling the nipples. They are so very tender still from the play earlier but god it feels wonderful. As Julie squirms and moans pressing back against him, the undersides of her breasts brush the stone railing. The cool stone startles her and she marvels at the raspy feel of the porous rock, she groans. His hands slide up to her shoulders and down along her arms grasping her wrists firmly, pinning them to the stonework. One hand reaches down and lifts her gown, sliding it up bunching the silk around her waist from top and bottom. Her legs are kicked apart, she rests completely over the rail, open to all behind her. He shifts, bending and slides easily inside her dripping pussy. She feels so exposed high upon the castle wall, naked to the elements and anyone inside. He thrusts deeply inside her setting a wonderful pace. He seems huge, and she swears she feels added sensation, maybe the ridges of his cock stretching her tightly. The angle is such that he perfectly rides upon that special spot inside and she quickly builds. She looses herself in the feelings, being pinned and taken , yet feeling the warmth of satisfaction racing within her. He again tangles her hair, roughly but not cruelly pulls her up against his firm unyielding chest. His hand slides down and around her delicate throat, tipping her head to the opposite side he kisses and bites on her neck. His left hand once again grasps her breast and the fingers squeeze her nipple triggering her cum. The sensation rushes up her spine, out each limb, as her juice floods her sex. Julie moans into the night breeze, face upturned, the raindrops splashing and running down. She feels him tense and the molten warmth that is his essence floods her insides, coating her, fulfilling her. Julie sags in his embrace, exhausted by the night's events. She hardly notices his softening and withdrawal. He guides her gently slowly to the stone floor. Her senses fade as the sleep of ages washes over her. Julie stirs, the warm morning sun caresses her naked breasts. She rolls slightly letting the sunlight charge her. Julie reaches up pulling the mask off, shrieking she sits up. The leering face of one of the stone gargoyles looks down upon her, she obviously missed it last night. Julie calms herself and stands, stretching. She goes inside and washes up, the cool water invigorating her. She spies the door opening and watches in the mirror as her love walks in. He is just as his picture showed and she smiles knowing she is his completely. Did you sleep well baby?, he asks her. Not so good after you left me on the balcony, she remarks, pouting. Whatever do you mean baby? I put you to bed last night once we were done in the dungeon. What balcony, he asked. John rushes to catch her as she faints……..
