                                                                                  
                           Mind Control
     "Write it down," He said after it happened.
     "Yes," She agreed.  "We'd be most interested to know what you experience.
     Those weren't quite Her exact words.  My memory is cloudy but I know They both were very interested in a description of the event.  This was the third time for it - to varying degrees - and I'm still not sure how to describe it.  The reality - he process - still leaves me scratching my head, wondering at the magic of it.
     The session had been scheduled for the morning, early - 9. Now that might not seem early to most folks but, when one works until 11pm the night before and gets to bed quite late, being prepared by that hour of the morning is something of a challenge.  And, if one is usually a dead-head as I am, it's difficult - no matter how great the need and desire.  Then, when He called shortly after 8 and was ready to start, I knew the rush was on.  I relayed His message to Mistress.
She told me to remind Him that He had scheduled this for 9 but that He was welcome to come on over while I got my shower.  I gave Him Her answer and He said He'd be there shortly.
     I started to get my sleepy self out of bed but Mistress told me to finish my coffee...there was time.  Now I was between the proverbial rock and hard place.  I rather think She enjoys putting me there - as is Her privilege.  She knew I didn't have a great deal of time and that He valued punctuality and I would be cutting it close.  But She also knows I'm no good without a bit of time and a cup of coffee in the morning.  Still, my mind thought ahead to what He would think if He came in and I was sitting there sipping instead of preparing myself for Him.
     So, I drank up - quickly enough to empty the cup but not so fast as to seem unappreciative of Her concern that I would be fully functional.  My ears were focused on the door, listening for His soft knock. Sipping, acutely aware of the quickening in by belly after I spoke with Him.
     Finally finished, I set the cup down and got to my feet.  I dragged the heavy box of toys to the side of the bed, got the larger ones from the closet, and headed for the shower.  This was going to be close.  
     I didn't hear Him come in but the sound of His voice drifted into the bathroom and I hurried.  I nearly jumped out of my skin when He opened the door and told me I had better not make Him wait past 9.  There would be punishment if I did.  Punishment.  He has not done that often or severely.  My thoughts centered on the thought.  Maybe I would like it.  Maybe I'd like to push Him to do it.  Maybe not.  I had stopped what I had been doing while my thoughts drifted and moved faster.  Still, the thought intrigued me.  I found my body responding to the possibility.
I'm such a pain slut...among other things.  
     However, I did not want to be disrespectful.  I didn't want Him to think I took Him for granted or that I didn't want this.  I was eager for this session.   It had been a good while since the last one.    So, I put on a little make-up, my slippers and robe, and stepped out of the bathroom to face Him.
     "You're late.  I was ready at almost an hour ago and, here you are - late.  I guess you really don't want this very much do you?"  His voice was stern.
     "I do want it Sir."  I didn't have to try to sound convincing.  I wanted - needed - this.
     "Strip" He said, "and put on your restraints."
     I trembled slightly as I fastened the ankle and wrist cuffs.  I fumbled with the ‘slut' collar.  I had to snap it on three times before I got it right.  He admonished me to hurry and that only made it worse but I finally managed.  
     "The blindfold" He said.
     I rummaged through the box, found it, and stood quietly waiting for His next command.
     "Well......have you forgotten what to do with it?  Put it on.  You certainly don't seem to be very interested in this."
     "I am Sir.  I am."  I hoped He didn't really think that.  I was more than interested.  My body was more than ready.  I didn't know what He was going to do this time but I wanted it.  He knows me...body and mind.  He never fails to feed the great hunger within me.
     His back was to me.  I chanced a glance at Mistress and returned the smile She gave me.
Whether Hers was from enjoyment of my predicament, humor, or perhaps considering what role She would play today I didn't know.  Whatever it's origin, I found it encouraging and soothing.
     I put the blindfold on.
     "Can you see anything?" He asked.
     "No Sir."
     "Good."
     "Come here."
     I followed the sound of His voice and He centered me between the ropes hanging from the ceiling.  Quickly, my wrist restraints were clipped together and tied to the single rope that was left after He brought the two ends of it together.  He didn't waste a second once He began.
There was no gentle beginning today...no massage of my shoulders or neck....no soft touches down the length of my arms.
     "Spread your legs apart."  I quickly complied.  "I think We need a towel under you.
I felt the edges of it against my feet as it was laid on the floor.  "Just in case you drip."
     The strap struck hard.  I gasped with the surprise and pain.  There was a long series of them...hard, painful.  I felt the response in my cunt even as my mind rebelled against the pain.  The original jolts were translating quickly into increased sexual desire.  I raised my ass to them, wanting more.  It was a few seconds before I realized they were being echoed from another source.  Mistress and Master had doubled up on me.  The blows were fast, furious, and spread the pain over my back, butt, and legs.  I writhed to the uneven rhythm, unable to anticipate, unable to resist.  I was Their target.  They had wonderful aim.  
     Mistress continued as He parted my thighs, opened my cunt-lips, and began His assault.  I had already passed the point of just wanting to cum.  I could only hold on to my response.  My mind fought hard against the urges of my body.  My thoughts centered on the blows from behind...feeling the pain...only the pain.  I knew it was too soon, especially since I'd annoyed Him by being late.  The crop (or was it a flogger now) continued and His fingers moved into me...working that irresistible spot....combining the pleasure and pain.  I could only moan my want...desire....need.
     "She is very, very wet."  He directed His comments to Mistress.
     "Is she now?"  Her response holding more than a touch of sarcasm as She struck me again.
     "You probably want to cum, don't you slut?  But, you understand it's too soon don't you.  You made me wait."
     That said, He withdrew His fingers from my sopping hole and landed His open hand hard and strong against the side of one breast.  I knew there would be another and was not disappointed 
     "I'll bet you want to cum now, don't you?  But you know it's still too soon, don't you?"
     "Yes Sir," I moaned through clenched teeth.       
     His mouth moved to take in a nipple and I nearly lost the little bit of control I had.  I threw my head back to give Him full access.  I savored the caresses of His tongue and teeth...enjoying the pleasure...fighting the tremendous craving to cum.  
     Mistress found a new target with Her flogger.  She was stroking my cunt with it....slowly increasing the strength of the blows.  My body shook with desire.  I knew I would have to cum soon...knew my control was slipping away.
     "Please Sir, oh please can I cum."  The words were barely a whisper.
     "Go ahead, then, if you think you must."
     He shoved His hand between my legs.  It took several seconds for my mind to register the meaning of His words.  Once it did, my body took over.  Conscious thought disappeared.  There was only the throbbing of wave after wave of pleasure...heightened even more as Mistress slammed the crop mercilessly, repeatedly against the ravaged skin of my ass.  His continued it's work.....grinding against my clit, pushing fingers into me...sending me reeling into spasm after spasm of pure pleasure.
     The room was fading and my knees buckled as the sensations overwhelmed me.  Mistress stopped and moved up against me. I was held up in between Them.  Otherwise, I would have gone to my knees.  He slowed for a moment...but not for long.  There, sandwiched by Them, He started again.  I came over and over and over.  I remember the pleasure of it but there are no words to adequately describe what I felt.  He did stop finally but not without a few more touches to emphasize His power over me.
     "Sit down here, on your towel."
     They helped me down and I rested in the small pool that had formed on it...the drippings from my cunt.  I was vaguely aware of it.  I was vaguely aware of anything at all except my body as it settled down.  My ragged breathing finally slowed enough to accept the cigarette Mistress offered me.  She even brought me a fresh cup of coffee and the warmth of the liquid soothed my parched throat.
     I was allowed a much-needed rest.  The coffee helped a lot.  Soon enough, though, I realized it was going to be needed.  He took the cup from my hand and gave it to Mistress.  He moved to stand in front of me and let down His zipper.
     I rose to my knees before Him and, without having to be told, took His stiffening cock gently between my fingers, wet my lips, and guided it into my mouth.  I've found that His pleasure is also mine.  It's more than just payment for the debt I feel I owe Him for His efforts with me.  It excites me - mind and body.  
     My cuffs jingled slightly as I moved my lips and tongue over Him.  I drew Him deep inside and fed deeply on Him.  I could hear His breath quicken when the tip of His cock slid deep into my throat.  I heard His small groan of pleasure as I pressed my tongue hard along it's  length and circled it's tip.  I could smell and taste His arousal.  I felt Him grow long and hard as I withdrew my mouth and plunged toward Him once more and ground my face against the wiry hair that surrounded it's base.  I saw as the veins began to bulge and take on a blueish color as the they swelled with blood.  All my senses were totally involved.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on His pleasure.  But, it was becoming my pleasure as well.  My mind took control without my direction or knowledge.
     Mistress began to caress my cunt with a flogger.  Somehow, this completed a circuit between mind and body.  Sensations became confused.  I only barely recognized that my mouth and cunt were merging - that the feel of Him sliding in and out was becoming sensation I could feel between my legs.  I felt myself contract each time I slid over His now-hard cock .  He undid the snap on His pants and opened them enough to give me full access to Him.  My fingers found His balls and I was rewarded with a moan of pleasure as I stroked and fondled them.  I became even more excited by His response.  
     Mistress was striking harder now.  The skin there was extremely sensitive and the tips of it burned like fire.  As much as I hated to, I needed to find a way to let Her know it was just too much right now.  My mouth was full though.  I raised a hand to signal.  He saw it and the flogger stopped.
     In that momentary distraction, I lost the connection to my cunt.  I focused harder on the sense of Him.  I reached out with all five senses and once again my whole body was tuned to Him.
     "Can you cum?:" He asked.
     I remembered the other time it had happened.  I remembered His surprise and my own.  I remembered the total body experience it was.  I wanted it again.
     "Cum if you can."
     Ah, permission was granted without even having to ask for it.  My mind was released from it's automatic response of holding back and I was free to become what I was feeling.   The things I was doing to His cock became my own sensations.  I felt Him slide in and out of my mouth...and my cunt.  The two had become one.  The soft, wet tissue of my cheeks and tongue had become the fleshy walls of my cunt.  I felt Him there...encasing Him.  I moved my hips to the rhythm of my mouth.  I filled myself with Him.  I withdrew my mouth to the tip of His cock and plunged hard down Him...feeling Him slam into the back of my throat...and into my cunt. 
     I was pleasantly startled when my clit responded as my lips met His body.  I held Him in completely and buried my lips against Him.  My clit throbbed its pleasure.  
     Desire took over completely then.  My cunt rode Him through my mouth.  My own pleasure was mounting and finding it's way to it's climax.  I was on that precipice.  With one more plunge onto Him, I tumbled over it.  It began deep inside.  It pulsed throughout my body...down my legs...up my torso and arms...into my mouth and back again.  My cunt-mouth sucked hard as my body tensed and released itself over and over.  My mouth made only small movements as I reveled in those almost-painful final bursts of pleasure.  It wasn't the grinding jerking orgasm that comes with hard treatment.  It was my whole body writhing gently as my mind gave up control and my body was consumed.  I stopped moving, lost in the experience.
     He withdrew from my mouth before He came.  I knelt there in a euphoric state until He helped me back down to the floor.
     "Amazing," He said.  Mistress agreed.  
     I sat there until I became more or less aware of what had just happened.  Mistress offered me a drink and a cigarette.  Reflexively, I took both.  Sipping the coffee, the fog began to clear.  I drew deep on the cigarette and the reality of the experience settled over me.  ‘Write it down' They had said.  How in the world would I do that?  
     I would have to think about that later.  I was told to stand once again under the ropes.  They had been separated and He fixed a wrist restraint to each one...pulling my arms high and tight.  He spread my legs and attached the spreader bar to my ankles.  More?  Oh yes, I thought, more, as the blindfold took away my sight.
     He came at me again with strap and hand and things I can't remember.  I felt the scratch of His short beard as He bore down on my nipples.  My body was once again aroused and ready.  Cloudy as my mind was by now, many of the details are lost.  What is not lost is the way it felt.  
     More pain, more pleasure.  It seemed the more I was given, the more I craved.  His hand found its way back into my cunt.  Wet and hot, it responded greedily.  I can't even remember permission being asked for or given.  All I truly remember is writhing and trembling with intense pleasure as He forced me to orgasm after orgasm....and still wanting more.
     He did give me more.  His hands moved from cunt to clit to nipples in a flurry of touches that I couldn't resist.  Instead of dulling in intensity, they increased.  They increased until it seemed each touch made me cum.  I came until my breathing was ragged, my pulse racing, and my whole body shaking.
     That was when He stopped.  He released me from the ceiling and the spreader.  He held me up as He did so.  I don't know that I could have remained standing if He hadn't.  In what felt like slow motion, He helped me to the floor.
     There was not thought.  I just sat there....unaware of the pool of juices I was sitting in.  They were talking but I didn't really register any of the words.  My head felt like it was floating and my body had no weight.  I remember thinking this must be ‘sub-space'.  What a wonderful place.
     He was gathering His things to leave.  They said Their good-byes to each other.  He was speaking to me.  I did manage, I think, to thank Him and say good-bye.
     "Don't forget to write it down.  I'll be waiting for it."  
     
         ........annie
      
     
     