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	Plans have been made for Him to visit four days from now.  Mistress told me about it just a little while ago.  Already, myriad possibilities wonder through my mind.  She tells me there will be an assignment from Him and perhaps it would be wise for me to check my e-mail.
	There is one.  He tells me to think. Think about what I might wear.  Think about what might happen.  Think about what I would like to happen.  And then communicate it to Him.  He reminds me that, of course, what I think may or may not have any bearing on what actually will happen.
	What might I wear?  Mentally, I rummage through my ‘sexy things drawer'.  There's the red corset...one piece...lacy.  Maybe the black silky camisole with the almost-nothing matching black panties.  Then there's the white, form-fitting, stretch lace two piece set.  Ah, I know.  I bought it a while ago and haven't worn it yet.  It may be to His liking.  It's black and has sparkly little rhinestones here and there.  It caught my eye because it is little more straps.  The moment I saw it, I thought it would be perfect for a session.  The upper portion of the bra and back is a series of thin straps.  The lower portion has scattered bits that reflect light.  The panties - and I use the term loosely - are little more than a badge to cover the mons.  It, too, is mostly thin straps.  I picture myself wearing it and wonder what He might think.   Yes, this would be my choice.
	What would I want Him to do to me?  There are almost too many possibilities.  He has let me know that it will likely be a somewhat short session.  So, I begin to consider those things that can be done in minimal time with maximum effect.
	My first thought is electric...literally.  He has used it on me before to my great enjoyment.  The clips on my nipples with the electricity pulsing into them...into my body...stinging sharply at first...traveling through my body...stimulating my desire.  Perhaps He would put one clip on my clit.  The bite is much sharper there...as painful as it is pleasurable.
	How might I be positioned?  There is a new piece of equipment here and I don't know if He has seen it yet.  A friend of Mistress's brought it not too long ago.  It captured my imagination the moment I saw it and hasn't let go.  It's a metal bar with three rings on it...one at each end and one in the middle.   I have a mental image.  Ankle cuffs I would be wearing would be secured to each end...spreading my legs wide...exposing me.  My arms would be clipped together behind me by means of wrist cuffs and I would lay on the floor on my back.  Two lengths of rope - each threaded through one of the two hooks in the ceiling - would be tied to the ring in the center of the bar.  He would then pull the rope and raise my legs as far as possible.  
There would be little of me that wouldn't be available for His pleasure...and my pain.  Yes, this would be my choice.
	How would I wish to be tortured?  I have several favorites.  The large paddle involves a large area of impact.  I don't just feel it where it lands.  It's wallop jolts my whole body as it strikes.  The wide strap is similar.  I can take more strokes with this.  Because it is smaller, it can be used on more places...including breasts and cunt.  It, too, is wonderful.  Then there are the whips.  Among these, it is hard to choose.  Perhaps, if I'm very lucky, He'll choose one of these....or all....or these and more besides.
	Yes, I believe I have a most enjoyable scenario in mind.  He would arrive and scrutinize my appearance.  Perhaps, touching here and there as I removed what little I wore....a caress of the shoulder...several firm slaps to my ass.  He would position me, raising my body to whatever height was convenient for Him.  The clips would be placed on my nipples...feeling the bite.  He would choose His instruments.  Pain would surround me...drive my passion.  And I would beg finally.  Beg because I know He would arouse me.  Beg because of the desire He would build in me.  Beg for release...for pleasure...for pain.  And, hopefully, permission would come quickly.
	And I would pleasure Him...to thank Him...to show my gratitude...to give back to Him as much as He gives to me.  And so, the wait begins.
	Mistress asked me if I had checked for a message from Him.  I told Her I had and what my assignment was.  The idea seemed to interest Her.  She asked if I had done what He'd told me to do and I told Her that I had.  Of course, She wanted to know what I'd chosen.  I told Her I'd e-mailed His with my ideas and would happily send a copy to Her so She could read them.  But, no, She declared that She'd would, by far, rather hear it from my own lips.  But then, She also knows that is difficult for me.  
	I dropped my head to avoid eye contact and began to tell Her.  And, in bits and pieces, laid my plan out for Her.  Occasionally, I raised my eyes to Hers but quickly lowered them - embarrassed.  It's so odd to me that I can present myself naked for who knows what but have such a hard time in a face to face discussion of it.  But, I did finally get it all out and waited for Her reactions.  I could tell from the little smile that played around Her lips that much of it was to Her liking.  Her only concern being whether the ceiling hooks would support me.  W/we agreed that, since I'd often been strung up to them and pulled hard against them - as had others - that they would hold.
	Bedtime came.  I laid close to Her and She turned toward me.  Her hand moved along my body and came to rest between my legs.  She stroked my clit, arousing my body and adding fuel to the thoughts that had filled my mind.
	"Please, Ma'am, can I cum."  Her quick ‘no' came as a surprise but shouldn't have.  I should have remembered.  It's one of Her favorite little things.  She informed me that I wouldn't not be allowed release until it was granted by Him.  And it would be four and a half days until
then.  She would make sure I was most needy and willing to comply during the meantime.
	The next day, I had a response from Him regarding my ideas.  He replied that He thought I'd presented and ‘excellent scenario'.  I was more than a little relieved that He approved and, in my next message to Him, thanked Him for the compliment.  He went on to tell me, though, that I should be prepared for the reality of it.  What if ‘you suggest something, and it is two or three times more severe than you suggested?  What if I take it several steps beyond?'   I gave this some very careful thought and realized this was exactly what I wanted.  I wanted to know...to feel.  I came to realize that in writing the scene, I was looking to push my limits.  I realized this was my way of relating this to Mistress and Him.
	The next few days drug by.  He sent me an erotic story to read.  I did - and as I imagine was His intent - and it only served to make the wait harder...feed my thoughts...my need.  Mistress stayed true to Her plan...never allowing me release.  His e-mails were evocative...and provocative.  My own thoughts swirled endlessly.
	But, the days - and nights - did pass.  I woke up one morning and realized that the longest part of the wait was over but the longest hours were still ahead of me.  I struggled out of the fog of sleep and the day began.
	Mistress and I had O/our morning coffee together.  My mind, though, was already wandering to the session that was to come in the early afternoon.  What would I do in the meantime to pass the hours as quickly as possible?  There certainly was plenty of time for me to get everything ready.  I did have one appointment that would eat up an hour, but it wasn't even near time for that yet.
	I couldn't help the restless feeling.  After W/we watched the morning news, Mistress sat down to the computer.  This left me on my own.  I piddled around the house...straightening this and that.  I went into the closet and found the ‘attire' I had chosen.  They still had the tags on and I removed those.  I ran the thin elastic straps through my fingers and wondered what Mistress and He would think of me when I wore them.  I shook my head to bring myself back to the moment and laid them down on the chest.  Later, I thought.
	I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock.  I didn't think the minutes could go by any slower if I pulled the plug on it.  I thought about reading a book but knew I wouldn't be able to keep my mind on the story.  I went over all the things in my mind that I was to have ready.  His last instruction had been to have the wrist and ankle cuffs on when He arrived.
	At least, it was time to get ready for my appointment and I busied myself with that.  I got dressed for it, kissed Mistress and left.   It was a relief to get away for a while.  It wasn't that I like leaving Mistress, it's that there are so many reminders just lying around the house.  I also knew that, once I got back, it would be time to start getting things ready.
	So, it was with much anticipation that I returned home.  Mistress spoke with me for a bit and then went to the closet to get the clothes.  I closed the bathroom door softly behind me as I prepared to shower. 
        The house had grown quiet.  I've noticed this a few times now and realize it is always so.  Just before a session, as if by some unspoken agreement, Mistress and I do not speak or move around much.  I've wondered if She is allowing me time to mentally as well as physically.
	The shower was warm and comforting.  I thought again about His ‘what if's' and questioned the depth to which I wanted this to go.  I found myself nodding my head ‘yes' and was certain I wanted to do this.  I just wasn't quite certain how much I could, or would, be willing - or forced - to take.
	I toweled off and began sorting all the various straps and straightening them out.  I had a hard time with the bra and had to try two or three times before I finally got it on right.  I hoped it would be easier to get it off and found myself chuckling at the prospect of getting tangled up in it.  I brushed my hair, put on my robe and slippers and began to get everything else ready.
	I rummaged through the toy box until I found everything I needed.  I had both sets of cuffs, the bar, the strap and whip, and plenty of rope.  I also got the blindfold and the collar that spells out ‘slut'.  I draped a sheet over the side of the box.  I returned to the closet for the paddles and brought a spreader bar out ‘just in case'.  
	There wasn't much to do now except wait...again.  This time it wouldn't be long.  Mistress settled Herself on the bed and I sat in a chair near Her.  My hands trembled as I buckled the restraints and put on the collar.  She crooked Her finger and I pulled my chair close enough to Her that my knees were between Hers.  As if I wasn't already in a great state of arousal, She began touching my clit....stroking softly...rubbing.  I couldn't help the whimper of frustration that escaped..
	The phone rang.  It was Him calling to let Mistress know He would arrive very shortly..  The next moments afforded me the time to rethink the things I'd asked for...and what I might get.  A shiver of anticipation ran through me as His knock came at the door.  I slipped out of my robe and slippers, took a deep breath, and went to open the door for Him.
	I stood aside to let Him in and, without a glance at me, He went to greet Mistress.  They struck up a conversation.  I stood behind Him waiting for direction.  He reached a hand towards me and pointed to the floor.  I knelt immediately, lowered my head, and waited.  He had brought a new item with Him.  He told Mistress He had picked it off the tree Himself.  He told Her how He had sanded it until it was smooth and even pointed out a spot that might cause injury...that it needed to be cut off.  I stole a glance at it and wondered if He would test it on me.
	Mistress showed Him the ball gag a friend of Hers had made for Him.  I watched as He turned it over in His hands, feeling the leather, gauging the size of the hard ball in the center of it.
	"Maybe We should try it out."  Mistress agreed it would be good to test it   He moved behind me and stroked my hair, still talking casually with Mistress.  She asked Him what He thought of my choice of apparel.  He told Her that He thought it a good one.  I breathed a little sigh of relief.  I felt the gag as He lowered to my mouth, popped the ball in, and tightened the strap at the back of my head.  It filled my mouth...stretching my face...pushing my tongue back.
	"Present yourself."
	I rose from the floor, clasped my hands behind my head, and spread my feet apart.  He touched...here...there...softly.  Fingers found and fondled my breasts and nipples.  I let out my
breath and closed my eyes in expectation.  The harsh slap to my ass came as no surprise - He does it often - it signaled the real start of the session.  I gathered myself, waiting for the next one.  I was prepared to receive it but not what came immediately after it.  I hadn't recognized the slight ‘whish' of the cane just before Mistress launched it at my butt cheeks but I certainly felt the sharp sting of it. 
	He centered His hand and fingers in my cunt, driving me hard and strong to the point of climax.  Mistress continued the assault on my ass.  The pleasure between my legs only grew more intense as the pain from behind mingled with it.  He took my hands from behind my head, put His fingers through the rings on the wrist restraints and held them together...pulling my hands down toward my shoulder blades...forcing me to bend slightly backward....tensed.  He put His mouth over the ball that was in mine and I felt as He ground His beard into the skin of my face.  His mouth went to one nipple...nearly sending me over the edge.
	"You're not asking to cum...oh, you can't, can you."  This was said with a bit of a chuckle in His voice.  "Cum."  I had become so focused on controlling my release that it took a few seconds to realize He had granted me permission....but only a few.  Sandwiched between Their combined efforts, I let the orgasm wash over me...through me...and trembled from head to toe in its grip.  But He wasn't finished with it yet.  I had barely begin to come down when He renewed His focus on my clit.  His fingers flew between cunt and clit and I was once again falling over that edge drowning in the pleasure/pain that enveloped me.  Twice more He sent me into full-body spasms of ecstacy...my entire body shaking from the force of them.  He let go of my hands, removed the gag, and helped me to the bed for a brief respite.
	He began looking around now.   He asked for a sheet to lay on the floor and Mistress pointed out the one draped over the side of the toy box.  He spread it over the floor and told me to lay on it on my back.  I took a deep, clearing breath and did as I'd been instructed.  I knew - or thought I knew, at least - what was coming next.
	He positioned me under the ceiling hooks and told me to put my arms straight down at my sides.  He attached one wrist to each side of the spreader bar.  ‘This is so you will be more comfortable.  You won't be laying on your hands.'  I thanked Him and waited to see what would be done next.  He clipped my ankles to either side of the metal bar and I fought to keep my breathing even as He looped rope through the hooks above me and my legs were drawn up and fully extended but my rear end was still on the floor.  He moved back to my head and shoved the blindfold over my eyes.
	I felt the soft grip as clips were put on my nipples.  These didn't have a bite to them...yet. I knew what they were, though.  He had brought His electric device and had just hooked me up to it.  I breathed lightly through my mouth, steadying myself for what was next....wanting it...and not.  My fingers gripped the sheet under me as the first jolt dug into the flesh of my nipples.  My body arched into the next one.  He turned it up - bit by bit - until He was satisfied with my reactions to it.  The needle-like sensations gradually transformed into painless, sensual, caresses that traced through me all the way to my clit.  I relaxed into what I was feeling.
	I was vaguely aware that He was moving.  He settled into a seated position with His legs stretched out along my sides, my cunt open to Him...within easy reach.  My sensual reverie was interrupted with the slap of the leather as it came down directly on my cunt.  Over and over He struck me with it...arousing me even further with the painful stimulation of clit.  He removed the clips from my nipples and put one on each cunt lip.  He didn't turn it on very high - thankfully - and the little bites quickly became soft vibrations that I felt deep inside.  
	"Can you cum from this?"  
	"Yes, Sir," I answered quickly...hoping He would allow it.  My cunt felt alive with as the current thrummed its steady rhythm.  He reached up with His hands and fondled my nipples as He gave His permission.  The added stimulus had my hips rocking with the impending release.  I let it envelope me as my body arched into it.
	I was still in its throes as He asked Mistress if He could use ‘toothy'....the adapted electric toothbrush.  Oh my, I was in for it now.  The thing drives me clear over the edge in very short order...and I was already over it.
	I heard it hum as it was turned on.   It touched me and the strong vibrations combined with the current still throbbing on either side of it were more than I could withstand.  The shock of the whip across my breasts made my breath catch.  With Mistress lashing them and my cunt on fire with pleasure, I came again....and again.....and again.  Time slowed.  I felt the beat of ‘toothy', of the clips, of Mistress's strokes.  My body arched time and time again and I heard the noises coming from me.  It was becoming more than I could stand.  I became too sensitive.  Each touch shook me until I knew I could stand no more.
	"Red, red...."  Everything stopped.  ‘Toothy's hum was silenced.  The clips were removed.  I struggled for breath and fought to relax.  My body slowly calmed and the throbbing deep inside was no longer extreme.  It was pleasant, soft.  The trembling of my body eased and I became aware once more of myself...my surroundings.
	And aware that He wasn't quite finished with me yet.  He removed the clips from my cunt lips.  I had expected Him to let me down so it was a great surprise when I felt the first fiery touch of one of the clips as He drew it touched me with it.  I gasped at the shock to my body.  There was no time to try to prepare for the next touch of it.  This is what it must be like to be pierced very deeply with a hot needle.  It's much different than the sensations on my nipples.  It wasn't left in one place long enough to convert to the pleasurable throbbing I'd come to know.
        He touched my clit with it and I thought I might scream...but I didn't.  I wanted more of it....but I didn't.  He drew both clips slowly down my cunt lips and I felt the fire all along the length.  I barely drew in my breath from that when He touched my clit again.  Of its own volition, my ass raised itself off the floor when He drug it along my cunt.  I wondered briefly if it was actually burning me.  It felt like it.  I almost expected to smell burnt flesh.  It touched me over and over and I realized I was starting to fight it...trying to get out of its way.  I knew I was at the edge of what I could bear.  I had to make it stop.
	"Red...red......red......"  And it stopped.  And the pain stopped.  And I could breathe again.
My legs were returned to the floor and loosed from the metal bar.  My hands were released from the spreader bar.  I hadn't the presence of my to even straighten out my legs.  He did that for me.  He went to sit on the bed and I was allowed time to compose myself.  I laid on the floor for a good while.  
	Mistress and He were again talking and, finally, I got up...completely satisfied and very tired.  But, it was the exhaustion of fulfillment...physical, mental, sexual.  I knew there was one more thing for me to do.  It was something I always look forward to.  It was now my turn to satisfy His need.
	He sat in a chair and motioned for me to kneel before Him.  Still speaking with Mistress, He indicated I was to loosen His belt and begin.  I moistened my lips took Him into my mouth.  He began to harden quickly.  I worked my tongue under the head of His cock the way He'd taught me to.  I took His balls in one of my hands and squeezed them tightly.  He grew hard and long.  I worked my lips down its length until they were touching His belly.  I had every bit of Him in my mouth and throat.  
	I was so focused on Him that, when the lash fell on my ass, I was startled - pleasantly - but didn't miss a beat.  Mistress continued with the whip...adding to my desire to please Him.  He was close to cumming and His cock was rock-hard.  I swallowed the thick, hot cum that shot into the back of my throat...swallowing and sucking.  I wanted to milk Him dry.  I kept Him in my mouth even after He was finished...pressing with my tongue...taking the length of Him in again.  Finally, I slowly eased away from Him...swallowing the last of His juices.
	The session was over and it was all that I could have hoped for.  He gathered His things and said His goodbyes.  Mistress held me and soothed me and put me to bed for a good, long nap.  Only the most pleasant of thoughts wondered through my head as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
	
	.........annie


	