


							Ready



	I had just finished with my hair when I heard what I knew was His soft knock at the door.  Once again, I wasn't punctual.  The morning had started with a disturbing phone call but that wasn't what mattered now.  I had gotten behind and He was a few minutes early.  He and Mistress were talking but I couldn't hear what They were saying.  I slipped on my little red collar and nothing else.  I stepped out of the bathroom uneasily and assumed my position on the floor...kneeling, head downcast.
	I was barely settled when He tossed the wrist and ankle restraints on the floor between my knees.  I put them on as quickly as I could.  It was best if I didn't make Him wait.  I returned to my kneeling position.  He was moving around the room, taking things out of His bag....organizing.  He came back to me and clipped the wrist restraints together behind my back.  I wasn't given much opportunity to see what He was doing.  The blindfold came down quickly and I was left in the dark with my thoughts.
	This morning had seem to take a very long time getting here and I was more than ready for it.  For 3 days, I'd been tormented.  For 3 days - and nights - I'd been intentionally sexually deprived - frustrated - taken to the brink of climax time after time.  This had been going on morning and night.  I was even woken from sleep to be aroused to the very edge of climax only to have release denied.  Then I would be told to roll over and go back to sleep.  It was delicious misery, but still misery.
	He had suggested this little plan and Mistress had agreed.  She would do Her part and do it well.  She knows my body very, very well.  She knows just how far She can take me....and just when to stop.  She took me up and up and up....only to leave me dangling on that edge where the body cries out for release.  She didn't stop with one time.  It went on for what seemed forever, leaving me nothing more than a writhing mass at Her side.  And She was determined.  She did not give in to me.  I woke this way each morning.  During the day, She would approach me and continue this torture.  I went to sleep this way each night.  I was primed.  I was ready.
	Master R. was not quiet during these days either.  He communicated often.  I was asked to present fantasies or ideas regarding what I would like Him to do.  And I did.  And I thought about them.  I wondered if He would choose any of them.  I wondered if what I told Him might end up being more than I could handle.  I thought that I would be very close to what I perceive as my limits.  And I thought what I really wanted was to extend those limits....go beyond them and know what it felt like to cross them.  I thought all these things and thought I would suffer as a result.  But it is in the suffering that there is such freedom that I knew I needed to open myself up and go as far as I could.
	I was brought back to the here and now as He moved between my knees.  The blindfold was lifted and I was looking at a new set of clamps He had brought with Him.  He had told me about them...carpenter clamps.  The clamp surface is fairly large and flat....and can be tightened.  He put the blindfold back into position and I held my breath.  He put the first one on.  Not so bad, I thought, until He started to tighten it.   I let my breath out slowly as the pain built.  He decided it was tight enough and moved to the other breast.  The other one was put on....with the same effect.  He tapped them a time or two, sending rivulets of pleasure running down my belly.  I had already been aroused and just this brought me near the edge.  
	The quick, sharp pain to my inner thigh brought me back from the edge.  I thought I knew what it was.  The thin piece of cane.  It landed again and again....all over my inner thigh.  Then it fell on the other one, up and down its length.  It landed on each breast. I felt the bite of it each time it fell and I found myself wanting more.  I wanted whatever it was going to take to end the torment in my cunt.  But, from experience, I knew He was only getting started.  His hand went between my thigh, moved on my clit and I thought I would give in right there.  He stopped, though, and I was left again on that precipice.  
	His hands were at my breasts...teasing them.  I felt His hands on the clamps.  He began to undo them.  They didn't come off quickly like other ones I had experienced before.  They had to be loosened first...drawing out the pain that comes from removing them.  Again, I felt the effects shoot straight to my cunt.
	He was moving away.  He still sat on the floor but had stretched His legs out straight.  He told me to put my head on the floor.  I did it as well as I could.  He had gotten a pillow from Mistress for my head and that helped.  But, there I was....head on the floor on one side of His legs, knees on the other, wrists held together behind my back and ass up in the air.  His hand fell hard the first time.  It fell hard many times...on one cheek.  The other side was given soft, soothing touches.  The opposing sensations....pain and pleasure.  The feelings were tightening their hold on me and desire mounted farther than I knew it could go.  	
	His hand found its way to my cunt.  He was toying with me and showing me absolutely no mercy.  The sexual frustration kept mounting without hope of release.  His hand stayed only long enough to give me a taste of what I was becoming desperate for.
	He set me back up on my knees while He got up.  The clip holding my wrists together was undone and I was told to lie on my back.  He positioned me perpendicular to the horse He had built for me.  He fastened each ankle restraint to opposite ends of the horse.  It is about four feet long.  I was wide open.  He moved past my head and took hold of my wrists.  They were secured together to the legs of a computer desk.  I had no idea what to expect....this was very new.  He'd never used the horse this way before.
	He was talking to Mistress.  He was showing Her something new He'd brought.  Then I heard it....vibrating.  Just the sound of it made my pussy tighten...want.  He touched it to my clit and I went rigid with the pleasure of its touch.  He wouldn't leave it there long enough to allow me to cum.  No, it was still too soon for that.
	He changed His position.  He was straddling my chest, just below my breasts.  His hands went to my breasts.  He took them in His hands and squeezed them hard ending up on the nipples...pinching.  He reached one hand behind Him and found my cunt and I was again near the end of my rope.  My need had never been stronger.
	I was about to plead for permission to cum but could not utter a word.  He had put His cock to my mouth and I opened it to take Him in.  I desperately tried to please Him...hoping He would allow me to cum if I did well enough.  I struggled to focus on what I was doing to Him but He made it extremely difficult.  His hands did not stop and there was no way I could even beg the permission I was in such need of.  His hands worked my nipples and cunt....stopping, starting.  It took everything I could muster to stay focused on what I was doing.
	He knew what I was trying to do and withdrew from my mouth.  He also withdrew His hand and, again, I was left in a terrible state.  He had gotten up and I heard as the vibrator started up again.  I could only groan at the sound.  My body was again reacting to just the thought of it and what it could do.
	He touched it to my cunt, clit.  The head of it is round so that it covers a fairly large area.  It also has some weight to it so that, when it is held so that it rests against the body, it doesn't affect just the surface.  The vibrations go deep.  I was begging within a very short time.  The frustrations and desire had been accumulating for days.  The wait had been agonizing and the need was now so extreme I could no longer control it.  
	I was gasping as I began to plead with Him.  My whole being was fixed on His response.  "Cum."  My body reacted to that single word the instant my ears heard it.  The vibrator was held firmly to my clit and I had raised my hips to it...wanting as much of its pressure as I could get.  The release I'd been so desperate for was finally here.  It had been worth the wait and then some.
I reveled in it, let it wash over me, through me...filling my senses and flooding my body.  I arched into it shamelessly.  I couldn't get enough of it.
	He was speaking to Mistress again.  He asked Her if She had a towel.  It seems I had squirted my release all over His hand.  I hadn't even been aware of it.  He wasn't finished though.  He brought me again and again to shattering climaxes.  I had been ready and the reward was great.  He had slowed down.  My body shuddered as it began to relax.
	I was allowed to rest for a few moments.  As I rested, he let my feet down from the horse and loosened my hands.  I wasn't given very long.  He helped me stand up and moved me to stand under the hooks that are fastened wide apart to the ceiling.  He clipped a wrist to each hook.  He moved behind me and I heard the soft sound of rope hitting the floor.  He wound it around my chest, just under my breasts.  He crossed it behind me and brought it back around the front.  This time, it went just above them.  He wound it around my back and this time crisscrossed it between them.  He pulled it tight and secured it between my shoulder blades.  The effect magnifies anything done to the breasts.
	He brought the horse up behind me lengthwise.  Each ankle was secured to an end of it.  Again, my legs were pulled wide apart.  He had moved around to face me again.  He began to strike my legs with a strap.  The blows began to fall hard and fast and I willingly accepted them.  I would have thought my desire would have been satisfied already but that was not the case.  The strap found its way to my cunt and I realized I was trying to spread my legs even farther apart.  The pain/pleasure was becoming intense and I felt myself stiffen with need.
	The strap fell silent.  He began to use His hands.  He slapped sharply at my bound breasts.  The blows came repeatedly and I felt them intensely.  The rope had done its job and every touch was intense.  He struck my face with His open hand.  I'd never experienced this before and it caught me very much by surprise.  For a moment I was shocked...but only for a moment.  Somehow, it fit.  I was His to do with as He wished.  I accepted it.
	He moved His hand back to my cunt and the surprise I had felt soon faded with the mounting desire that again gripped me.  He moved His chest close to me and I took His nipple into my mouth.  I bathed it with my tongue and nibbled it with my teeth.  I felt it harden.  But, I went too far.  In my passion, I bit it...not hard but He certainly felt it.  I immediately apologized but was told in no uncertain terms that I had been very wrong to do such a thing.
	He moved away and the strap began to fall again between my legs.  It was not meant to arouse.  It was meant to punish.  It was no more than I had deserved.
	He began to free me from this position but He wasn't finished with me yet.  I was told to lie down on the floor again....this time on my stomach.  He drew my wrists behind me and hooked them together.  He brought my ankles together and bent my knees back toward my hands.  I was being hog-tied....tightly.  My shoulders were raised slightly from the floor and my arms drawn firmly back and secured somehow with my ankles.  I laid there and waited.  
	Again, His hand found my waiting cunt.  He slipped His fingers easily into the wetness there.  He found that very special spot and massaged it as He moved in and out of me.  In a very short time, I was again nearing the point of no return.  Again, I knew no shame as I begged Him to allow me to cum.  I was most grateful that I was not made to wait long.  His fingers moved inside me and I was writhing in my bondage...bathed in pleasure.   I could clearly feel Him in me as my cunt tightened as I found my release.
	He found my clit and began to work on it.  Orgasms followed one on top of the other.  He worked my body exquisitely until I was near collapse.  I was over-sensitive by now but I had waited and wanted this for so long that I couldn't seem to get enough.  I didn't want it to stop but He knew better than I that I was done in.  And, of course, I would have to have enough reserve to give Him His just desserts.
	 As I rested on the floor, He began to loosen the bonds that held me.  I laid there as my legs were straightened...arms at my sides....catching my breath.  I could easily have slept where I lay.  But, there was still something else for me to do.
	I rose slowly and sat for a few moments.  He had undressed and sat on the edge of the bed.  He motioned for me to come to Him.  I went, on my knees, to position myself in front of Him.  He lay back on the bed and I lowered my head to His cock.
	I slid my mouth over Him and slowly drew Him deep into my throat.  I felt His hardness and heard His moan of pleasure.  I wanted to give back to Him what He had given to me.  I drew back until I had only the tip of His straining cock between my lips.  My tongue ran around it and centered on the small seam between its head and its length.  I massaged this spot until I heard Him groan again.  
	I began to work in earnest so He could have His pleasure.  I took the length of Him in and out...over and over.  I used my tongue as it traveled between my lips.  I tasted its spice as He got nearer His release.  	
	I rested the palm of my hand against that flat space just behind the testicles.  I grasped His balls in my fingers and pressed firmly with the heel of my hand and my mouth again took Him entirely into my mouth and throat.  His moans were more frequent.  I moved up and down Him faster, increasing the pressure from my hand and massaging His balls.  His peppery taste and bulging cock told me He was ready.
	His breathing was quick and shallow.  One last time, I took Him all the way into my throat and massaged the end of His cock against the top of my mouth and felt the first spurt hard against the back of my tongue.  He groaned loudly and raised His hips for me to take in as much of Him as I could.  I felt His body spasm as He continued to pump His release into me.  
	It was done.  But I continued with small movements and was rewarded with more moans from Him.  I stopped only when He had enough.  He had been ready, too.
	I sat back on my heels and gave Him room to get up.  He took a deep breath and got up.  He put His clothes back on and began gathering His things.  I was exhausted by now but was wanting for nothing.  I could only sit there as He prepared to leave.
	There had, again, been new experiences with Him and all of them had been good.  The wait had ended.  The session done.
	He and Mistress spoke for a few minutes as He prepared to leave.  I know I heard Them but have no idea what They discussed.  I was certainly done in and wanted nothing more now than to crawl into bed and sleep deeply.  He said His goodbyes and walked out the door.  Mistress settled me into bed and I drifted into a deep sleep.  My mind was full of what had happened to me today...a most pleasant lullaby.
	
	
	........annie
	