	


				The Wait....Rewarded		

	The date was set for a Your visit.  Somehow I had a notion that You would suggest this approach again this time.  So it was with a bit of trepidation and some mixed feelings that I opened the email.  And, sure enough, there it was.  I remember dropping my head and thinking "here I go again".   My mind fast-forwarded to Friday.  I would have to wait that long and, from where I sat, I knew it would be a long, hard wait.   Of course, thinking of the eventual payoff (hoping whole-heartedly that there would be one) my body reacted strongly.  I was already feeling the opposite ends of this spectrum.  

Day 1


	I knew I had to express Your wish to Mistress.  I gave some thought to conveniently forgetting to mention it to Her for a few days but quickly disposed of the notion.  It would not be in my best interests in the long run and I knew it.  I was, however, sorely tempted.
	So, I told Her.  I saw "that" look come into Her eyes as I explained what You wanted.  It's a look that combines mischief, amusement...it is most suggestive.  I become a bit embarrassed every time I relay that sort of message to Her and She knows it.  I'm not quite sure why but that's the way of it.  
	I almost hoped that, for whatever reason, She might not acquiesce.  But, as I waited for Her answer, I found myself hoping a little that She would.  It truly is a double-edged sword.  The rewards are great but it is a very difficult time.  I wondered if I would be taunted and teased as much this time.  My body remembered how it felt each time She stimulated me only to leave me wanting badly.  It remembered its tension and frustration.  It also remembered the final outcome.  It began its own tug of war.
	She agreed.  So, I was now at Her mercy...and Yours.  The first time, I had entertained the notion that She might feel sorry for my sad state and relent.  I knew better than that now.  But, She did make one concession.  She would give me tonight.  I gratefully accepted and was amply rewarded.
	When She was finished with me, one of my first coherent thoughts was that this is what I would be without for the long days and nights ahead of me.  I drifted off to sleep determined not to think about it.  Because She had been so generous, it wasn't hard....this night.
	In the morning, though, it wasn't long before She brought it again to my attention.  A remark here, a touch there, and I knew  it had begun for real.  I felt the effect and knew it would get much stronger as the time went on.
	The day stretched before me so I began to think of things to do to help pass the time.  I spent some time on the computer but that didn't work for long.  My mind kept wandering.  
	I thought I'd have a shower.  That only made matters worse.  As I washed, I was acutely aware of every inch of my skin.  I wondered what would be happening to it.  I remembered previous pain...and pleasure.  As I covered myself with lotion, the simple touch of my own hand on my skin became an erotic thing.  I finished quickly...it was a long time to Friday and this wasn't helping.
	The day wore on.  Mistress wasn't being as overt as the last time.  There were, however, frequent looks that were unmistakably sensuous.  At one point, I had to go out for awhile.  When I rose from where I sat (directly in front of Her), Her hand slipped between my legs and began working the seam of my jeans.  My response, of course, was immediate.  She stopped very abruptly and chuckled a bit.  "Oops, I'm not supposed to be doing that am I?" She said.  "And you would have let Me go on, wouldn't you?"  
	It was catch 22 time.  "Whatever Mistress wants" I answered.  I hoped that would be a safe response.  She chuckled again as I dropped my head.  I wanted very much for Her to resume what She'd started but it was not to be.  The frustration was mounting.
	I returned later in the evening.  It was more of the same.  Little touches, glances....they took their toll.  I read Your email.  The day seemed to grow longer instead of shorter.  It was finally time for bed.  I dreaded it but looked forward to it since it would mean the end of this day.
	I sat beside Mistress and W/we watched some tv.  I laid down...it was late.  Again, there was nothing overtly stimulating.  I felt the lack of Her touch acutely.  W/we talked a bit and She got back up.  I was left to fall asleep alone.  I wanted Her warmth and touch.  I fell asleep alone...wanting, frustrated.




Day 2

	I woke up first this morning.  It wasn't until I was sipping my coffee that I remembered my circumstance.  Sitting quietly in the dim morning light, there was little else to think about.  I went to the computer for a bit, trying to distract myself.  It didn't help very much, especially I was due to answer Your email with what I had written so far.  I was right back where I was when I went to sleep.
	I finished that and went to do the assignment.   I didn't look forward to it .  The effect is usually one of remembering and a sense a want but, in this situation, it only serves to raise the level of frustration and need.  But, I did do it and came back to the computer and my coffee.  
	Mistress rose and O/our day began.  It was to be a very long day.  It happens that I didn't have to work today.  The morning started slowly and I thought it might be much like yesterday.  I was wrong.
	I started working on some things around the apartment.  Mistress began working on me.  At first, small insinuations and touches.  She would give me a very knowing look and smile and I would see that sparkle in Her eye.  Again, the day seemed to grow longer instead of shorter.  It didn't matter that my hands were busy.  My mind - and body - were active.
	She would call me to Her and torment me deliciously.  Her touches became much more insistent and Her words equally more provocative.  At one point, I stood in front of Her enjoying Her ministrations but, as She continued to remind me, dared not to hope for what I wanted more as each long hour passed.
	She was giving me a choice.  I could cum right then.  However, if I did, I would not be allowed to tomorrow.  Her hands were on my body and Her voice urging me in my ear.  She wanted an answer and I wanted to release what had been building in me.  I tried to think, but was having much difficulty.  I tried to enjoy what She was doing but Her voice was demanding an answer.  I wanted to cum...oh yes I did.  I chose.  "Tomorrow", I whispered, immediately wishing I hadn't because She withdrew Her hand.  I was left with nothing but the desire...and the hope of tomorrow.  Even that is never guaranteed.  She did tell me that She thought I made a good choice.
	She indicated I was to go back to what I was doing.  So, of course, I did.  But I didn't make a clean getaway.  As I turned from Her, She got up and told me to wait a moment.  She picked up the large paddle that leans against the wall and suggested that I may want a taste of what might me in store tomorrow.  I nodded yes, turned around, bent over, and waited.  I didn't wait long for its first touch.  More followed and desire flared again.  But, as She promised, it was only a taste...albeit an intense one.
	Another hour passed.  She came to me in the kitchen and the torment began again.  Even as the pleasure from Her touch increased, I knew I would know release.  It is such sweet torment.
She did not stay only long.  It was enough that She kept my focus on my body and the denial of its need.
	She thought it would be good to have dinner out.  I thought it would be a good diversion.  It was...and it wasn't.  In subtle ways She kept reminding me as She had all day.  The dinner was marvelous and, even thought my stomach was very satisfied, there was still a growing, unsated hunger deep inside.  I even had a margarita...something very unusual for me.  I was very relaxed, laughter came easily and I enjoyed the meal greatly.  But my body would never quite let me forget that it was still waiting....wanting.
	The day had become evening and the day was inching toward its end.  More touches, more innuendo, more insinuation....all mixed in casual conversation and tv.  She knows where I am now and uses it well.  It takes little to bring me where I so long to go.  So, I wait.  I smile.  I talk.  It is all genuine but underneath, I seethe.
	Mistress has been watching as I write this.  She knows what I'm doing.  Her knowledge of it makes it even harder to write...to put feelings into words.  Her mere presence is stimulus.
	She's going to sleep.  It isn't very late but I am very awake.  She has told me I will need a quilt or blanket to lie on tomorrow.  I can only wonder.  Everywhere around me is suggestion....the hooks in the ceiling, the paddle against the wall, saran wrap in the kitchen, electric toothbrush.  Even if I could manage to forget for a few minutes, I would quickly be reminded no matter which way I turned.  These things are always here but they don't always have this impact.  Left alone, my mind and body can focus on little else.
	So, I'll play a game or two to pass more time and, perhaps, be able to quiet the turbulence inside me for a little while.  But, I'm not really hopeful.





Day 3

	I woke fairly early this morning.  I had no trouble remembering what day it was.  My first thoughts were not of the day but of the night before.  Mistress had woken before I went to bed.  W/we talked a bit and She got up.  I was sleepy and thought that, despite the ache that would not leave, I could just drift off.
	Before I went to bed, though, there were a few more touches, suggestive words...glances.  As I laid down, I tried to ignore what was going on inside me.  She did not come to bed when I did and I was alone with my thoughts.  My mind drifted....thinking about the next day.  It occurred to me, and not for the first time, that I had very little to go on regarding what might happen.  I only knew that I was to have something to lay on the floor on.  I remember falling asleep.....wondering, waiting.
	I was not to sleep through the night.  I was roused from sleep.  Mistress was pulling me close to Her.  I settled beside Her, thinking I would drift back off to sleep.  It wouldn't be that easy.  Her hand reached down between my legs.  
	I sleep very soundly and my brain hadn't remembered yet that I wouldn't have what She was bringing me so very close to.  So, it was with no small surprise, that I felt that all too familiar sensation when She stopped.  The body wants to close in on itself...reach for what is so near.  The ache becomes almost painful.  It wants release from the tension...to be able to relax.
	As She withdrew Her hand I knew what day it was.  It was still very early in the morning but, at least, it was the final day.  That knowledge was enough to allow me to sleep.
	The sky is getting light.  It is quiet.  Mistress still sleeps.  I have done my assignment and it has done its job.  Writing this doesn't help.  I wait.  Time has slowed, seeming to stop.  My mind is full of what might be.  My body is most anxious to begin.
	I have  to get up and do something constructive.  Some coffee would be good...a bite to eat.  The coffee is warm and helps me wake up.  I nibble at breakfast....distracted.  There are clocks everywhere.  Usually, I take no notice of them but, today is different.  I turn on the computer and see what's going on in the world.  I fiddle around with some games and pass a little time.  Mistress is sleeping late this morning so I'm alone...trying to pass the time.
	Enough of the morning was gone so that I could begin to get things, and myself, ready.  He had asked that a quilt or sheet be ready.  I got one of each from the closet.  That took all of two minutes.  I found myself wandering from room to room, trying to wish away the time.  What to do next?  He hadn't specifically asked for the horse to be set up but I thought I'd have it ready just in case I got to go for a ride on it.  
	I pulled it out from under the bed and began to assemble it.  I ran my hand along its padded length and wondered if I would mount it today.  My thoughts turned back to previous experiences I'd had riding it.  That certainly didn't help my current state.  I finished it quickly.  With practice, I'd become fairly adept at putting it together.  I set it upright, checked that it was stable, and moved it out of the way.  
	Now what?  I got the box of toys from another closet.  I took out my collar and left the rest alone for the time being.  Touching them right now would be too distracting.
	Tick...tock...getting ever so close.  He would probably be getting on the road about now.  Time for my shower....my quiet time.  The warm water soothes my body and my mind relaxes.  I stand in the gentle streams of water and wonder what will be done to me today...what I'll endure...how I'll be tested...be rewarded.  I shivered despite the heat of the water.  I was thinking of, hoping for, the reward.  I turned off the water and got out.  The towel felt soft against my skin as I dried off.  I put on a robe and brushed my hair.  I fastened the collar around my neck and looked at the face in the mirror.  I wonder at the face that looks back at me.  The collar says "pet".  Who...what...is she.  It's me...and it's not.  It is a part of who I am.   I wonder where she comes from, where she goes, after a day such as this will be.  She's always with me but is very often quiet and subdued.  Not so today.  It is her time.  I'll think about her later.  The wait, thankfully, grows short. 
	There are only a few things left to do.   Mistress is resting and I don't wish to disturb Her yet.  I sort through the box of toys, putting those things on top I think will be required and making a mental note at to the contents.   Back again to the closet - I'd almost forgotten the spreader bar.  Glancing here and there, I feel confident that all is as ready as I can make it.
	The time is very near.  I go to Mistress.  W/we sit, knees to knees, and wait.  She touches me...reassuring, eyes smiling.  I resist the constant temptation to look at the clock.  I know His arrival is imminent.  I'm prepared....mind and body.
	One of the cats turns its head to the door.  I listen for His knock.  It is a soft tap.  I look at Mistress as I remove my robe and slippers and go to the door.
	My hand trembles only slightly as I open it to let Him in.  I move immediately to kneel in front of the horse - head down, hands upturned on my thighs.  I wait...even now.	
	They greet each other and talk for a few moments, catching up on events since They saw each other last.  I'm left alone with my own thoughts and the desire that is once again surging through me.  He has tossed me restraints and I hurry to put them on my wrists and ankles.  They continue to converse as He moves around the room.  I remind myself to breathe.
	I don't know what to expect.  This time, there has been no forewarning.  I wait.  "Stand up."  The words were spoken in between lines of Their conversation.  I try not to "listen in" on what They sat to each other but I realize I'd better be aware of the words intended for me.
	I rise and hear the computer chair moved behind me.  He has centered it between the ceiling hooks and directs me as I take a seat in it.  My wrists are quickly clipped together behind the chair.  He moved in front of me.  I think I know what's next.  He turned away for a moment.  When He again faces me, the blindfold comes down over my eyes.  I settles into the familiar comfort of its darkness.  It is a comfort.  I had become very aware of Their eyes on my naked body.  Even though I hear Them comment, I'm spared Their gaze.	Again...I wait.
	He raised one of my legs by the ankle and supported its weight against His thigh.	Rope was attached to the restraint, wound round and round it, looped through one of the ceiling hooks above me and fastened off.  My leg was left dangling in mid-air, nearly level with my head.  He repeated this with the other leg.  My legs gaped wide apart.  My sex was spread open...accessible.  They agreed that I was presenting quite a nice view.  Again, I was grateful for the blindfold.
	I was left alone for a moment.  I tested my position, my bonds.  I couldn't move my upper body much.  The position of my arms made sure of that.  I couldn't really raise my hips very far.  There was nothing to balance myself against.  I could move my legs somewhat but not, I thought, to any advantage.  
	I felt Him brush against me as His hands went to one breast.  He was fixing something to it.  It was new.  I heard Him explain it to Mistress but my attention was on my nipples.  It didn't have the strong bite of other clamps.  It was a hard pressure and easier to tolerate...or so I thought.  I'd have a different opinion when they came off.  He finished with them and withdrew.
	I heard Him moving around, speaking with Mistress.  My body had grown very impatient and, because I wasn't paying close enough attention, was startled by the first slap.
	"Bastinado" He said softly.  I was not a stranger to it.  He struck the other foot.  He used only a thin strip of cane but it is a painful experience.  I stiffened as He continued.  I reminded myself that I had wanted this, waited for it.  I didn't need to remind my body.  It wanted more even as it wanted it to stop...the familiar battle.  So, I endured it.  Mercifully, He didn't continue it for longer than I could stand.
	The soles of both feet were stinging as He redirected the piece of cane.  He brought it down sharply against the tender skin of one thigh.  It landed over and over on both legs.  He found various spots between knee and hip.  He wasn't striking with a lot of power but the number of them was taking its toll.
	The first time one landed on my clit it was all I could do to keep from yelling out lout.   He struck it over and over.  Pain and pleasure began to merge in their strange little dance.  I now had also to contend with fighting the ever-increasing need to cum.  He stopped.  I was burning on the inside much more than I was stinging on the outside.
	I heard the sound as He turned on a vibrator.   The mere suggestion of its touch nearly drove my desperate cunt over the edge.  He touched it to me.  It was exquisite pleasure and I fought again for control.  I wanted to beg now for the release I'd been denied so long.  I thought it was too soon...that I'd be made to wait even longer if I did.
	Of course, I was wrong.  I ought to know better by now than to anticipate what I think I should do.  "She's not asking to cum" He said, "I guess she doesn't want to".  But He knew, of course, that was not the way of it.  Another kind of dance had begun...for permission.
	"Yes Sir, I do.  Please, please may I cum?"  There was no need to try adding emotion or inflection to my question.  My body was screaming its desire.
	"I don't know, you don't seem to want it very badly."  As He said this, the vibrator was placed against me again.  "Please Sir, please."  My mind could barely form the words.  The need was everything.  He didn't answer but moved close to my head.  I heard His zipper come down and turned  my face to the sound.  His cock touched my lips and I covered the tip of it with my mouth.  The vibrator was still on.  I was in a desperate struggle for control.  I concentrated as hard as I could on pleasuring Him.  If I pleased Him well enough, maybe He'd allow me to cum.  I had to because very soon I knew I'd lose the battle.
	He withdrew from my mouth.  I heard my own groan escape.  I was losing...quickly.  He was between my legs.  He removed the vibrator and began using His fingers.  The noises in my throat grew louder as I begged shamelessly to cum.  Fingers moved over my clit and into my wet cunt.  "Cum" is the only word I heard.  Permission.  I heave my hips as well as I could to His hand as I felt the first rush.  I was held - almost motionless - rigid with the intensity of the pleasure as it took over my senses.  I heard myself grunting, moaning, gasping as I let it take me higher.  He didn't stop.  They came, one after the other, with very little time between.  I felt His fingers in me as my cunt tightened around them.  I felt gushes of fluids.  I was in a place I never wanted to leave.  But He slowed His movement and my body began its descent.  He took His hand away and my body began to subside.  The pulsing of my cunt slowed, as did my breathing. The wait was over.  The reward had been tremendous.  He was, however, just getting started.
	He was near my chest again.  He had more rope and wound it around - over and under - my breasts and the back of the chair.  I was tied even more securely to the chair...any touch to my breasts would be felt more profoundly.  Any attempt to move away from what He would do would be useless.
	He removed the clamps from my nipples and put His mouth to one of them.  Pain shot through it, straight to my still-throbbing cunt.  I clamped my teeth together as He sucked the other one.  He went back and forth.   The pain lessened as the pleasure began to take its place.  My body wanted more...of both.  He placed His hand on a breast and squeezed.  His grip got tighter and tighter.  The other one was given the same hard caresses.  Pleasure was a memory now as pain again came to the front.  Somehow, He managed to get a good hold on both of them at once.  The pain went deep into me and there was no way to lessen it.  Even so, it was what I wanted.  My body again rose to it, tasted it, drank it in.  He moved away and I couldn't hear what He was doing.
	I felt warmth.  It was close to one nipple and getting warmer.  It moved to the other.  I held very still and savored the heat.  I felt it again...very near my clit.  It was a lit cigarette.  He was making vague references to putting it out on some part of my body.  I didn't believe He'd do it.  I knew Mistress wouldn't allow it.  Just the suggestion sent a thrill through me.  It was a reflexive response but very real just the same.  I didn't move a muscle - holding my breath - certain that He wouldn't do it....and not.  The warmth disappeared.
	His hand on one of my breasts made me forget the spike of fear that had passed through me.  He toyed with the other one, first with His hand and then with His mouth.  I felt the course hairs of His beard.  I wanted more and, without my asking, He was giving it to me.  He rubbed his whiskers across my nipples rapidly.  The desire rose again in my cunt.  My body was responding intensely now to even the slightest touch.  He rubbed harder and harder against them, alternating, scraping them with His face.  "Cum if you can" He said.  I could...and did.  Again, my hips rose but there was nothing touching me there.  It didn't matter.  My cunt tightened against itself and the pleasure rolled over me again.  I was engulfed by sensation.  He moved His face away and began to undo my bondage.
	I rested as He did so.  I didn't think He was finished with me yet.  He had said to have a sheet ready and He hadn't used it yet.  He took the blindfold off and helped me to my feet.  The sheet had indeed been laid out on the floor.  I was told to lay on it on my stomach.  I did so and heard movement behind me.  I was resting my head on the floor and was told to raise it up.  He clipped a length of wood with short leather straps on either end of it to the ring on my collar.  My wrists were fixed to the far end of it.  It was about a foot and a half long.  It allowed some movement of my arms but still held my hands away from me and together.  He moved to my feet and hooked my ankles to either end of a spreader bar.  I was again exposed.  The bondage was not tight but most effective.
	I heard it again.  He put the vibrator between my legs and the response of my body was immediate.  I moved to it as well as I could.  I was beyond shame in my desire.  The fires were lit and I burned. 
	The first lash fell on my ass.  It was not a powerful one but it got my attention.  Many more followed.  He spread them out all over my back...from shoulder to knee.  They were feeding the fire, stoking it.  I put my forehead on the floor and gripped the edge of the sheet.  That way I could move just enough to increase the pressure of the vibrator on my cunt.  My whole body was alive with the pain/pleasure.
	He must have given me permission to cum.  I just can't remember.  I do remember the feeling as I teetered on the edge of release and falling over it.  I arched as it took me.  He hadn't stopped lashing me.  The vibrator was still going.  Somehow, I was aware of my body.  I knew I was writhing on the floor - moaning - groaning out one climax after the other.  I didn't care.  I didn't want to think ....only feel.  He didn't stop.  I didn't want Him to.  I don't know how long He continued.  "Sub-space" I heard Him say.  I suppose that, if that state of being must have a name, it is as good a one as any.  It is real.  It is all-consuming.  It is the high that no drug can give.  I cannot put it into words.  I only know it is worth enduring a very great deal to attain.
	Another orgasm seized me and that is the last thing I remember hearing or thinking until He finally eased off.  The lashes stopped falling and the vibrator was turned off and removed.  Sight and sound slowly returned.  My body was still feeling the euphoria from His ministrations.  I floated slowly back to reality...me, lying naked and tied on a hard floor.  For the moment, I had no desire to move.  I wanted to make this moment of sensation last as long as possible.  I wanted to remember it well.  He gave me time to recover.  He can be hard but He can also be generous.
I felt the ankle bar being removed.  My hands were released from the attachment and it was taken off my collar.  He helped me to my knees and then to my feet.
	He directed me to the horse now.  I have to use a step-stool to mount it.  There is a round wooden bar on it for me to use as a saddle.  With a little difficulty, I place myself on it...centering my cunt on the unforgiving wood.  My cunt is very aware of it.  Balance is difficult.  I hold on with my toes to its legs as He stretches one arm up and fixes it to the hook above me.  He does the same with the other one.  It is easier to balance now but now my full weight is on the bar.  My feet are tied to the legs.  They are held apart so that my cunt now has no escape.  The wood does its job on me.
	The first blow from the wide leather strap is not a soft one.  The reflexive movement causes me to move on the bar.  Again, it is pain/pleasure.  He continues with more blows and each builds.  But, the pain is the stronger this time.  I want it to continue but it has become too intense.  My cunt is burning and the strap has set my ass on fire.  I have to stop it.  It is too much.  "Red Sir, red."
	 Relief is immediate as the strap stops.  It takes just a little longer for Him to get me off the wooden bar.  But it is all right.  This time, the combination was past my limits.  But, I always have comfort in the knowledge that, if I do use my safe-word, it will be honored at once.  It is what allows me to test my limits.
	He helped me down from the horse.  He checked to make sure that I was alright.  I assured Him that I was.  I was very tired now and I believe He knew it.  But, there was still one more thing to be done.
             It was His turn now.  He turned, sat on the edge of the bed, and laid back.   I went on my knees and centered myself between His legs.  I felt saliva build in my mouth just as it does when a favorite food is before me.  
	I leaned forward and took His cock in my mouth.  My tongue found His favorite spots and thoroughly tasted each one.  The metal rings on my wrist restraints jingled as I put my hands to His balls.  He's taught me what He enjoys and I focused on His pleasure.  My mouth traveled up and down the length of His cock.  I squeezed His balls in my hands, between my fingers and thumbs.  I felt His body reacting.  I tasted His pleasure.
	I heard His groans now....His moans of little pleasures as it built in Him.  As much as it had been His time with me, it was now my time with Him.  It is the only time I control.  He is literally in my hands now.  These thoughts dart through my head but I shoo them away.  I don't want to lose my concentration.  He is very close now.
	I can feel it begin in Him.  I sense the stiffening of His body...the moment of anticipation.  His taste changes and I know He's going to fill my mouth with His cum.  He arches to me and I take Him deep in my throat as I feel the first spurt of His juices.  He moves in my mouth with the rhythm of His climax.  I hear His deep groans of pleasure as I swallow again and again.
	The peak has passed but I keep Him in my mouth.  I released His balls but kept up slow movements with my tongue and lips.  He jumps a little as each aftershock touches Him.  He grows smaller but I continue with little touches.  But, it is over now and I ease Him out of my mouth.  Once again, I kneel in front of Him.  But, this time, I'm listening to Him calm Himself.  I hear His breathing slow.  For just a moment, the tables have turned.
	It's time for Him to leave.  He dressed and gathered the things He'd brought with Him.  I could do little more than sit.  Somehow, the fatigue and drain on my body don't really hit me until I know the session is over.  When it does, it hits hard.  But, I'm left with a feeling of fullness and satisfaction that I can compare to nothing else I know.
	It is over for this time.  He makes His good-byes to Mistress and even to me.  Mistress cradles me and checks me Herself to be sure that I am all right.  She calms me and caresses me softly.  I am coming down softly now from a great high.  Their plan and efforts have been most effective.  My wait was rewarded.....beyond expectation.
	
	 	....annie