	




	Chapter 3

	Night 2

	A firm hand shook my shoulder and an impatient voice near my ear demanded that I wake up.  Groggy from the events of the afternoon, I was slow to respond.  He had already loosened my hand and feet from the cot.  He clipped on the leash and immediately drew me to my feet.  I struggled for balance and He didn't offer to steady me.  Instead, He jerked me forward and I followed as well as I could.
	W/we were going back to the kitchen.  On the way, I noticed the sun had left and it was full dark outside.  I had completely lost awareness of time.  Only the sun and moon let me know if it was day or night.
	W/we went through the kitchen and He pulled me impatiently to the ‘outhouse'.  I quickly did my business.  It wasn't cold but the lack of warmth from the sun and the cool dew on my feet had me shivering.  
	He led me to the side of the house and the shower.  Accustomed now to what would happen, I stood under it holding the soap...hoping the water wouldn't be too cold.  Without a word, He handed me the soap and went inside to turn the water on.  The flow of cold water was more than enough to bring me fully awake.  I scrubbed myself quickly and tried to ignore the shaking of my body.  The water had just gotten warm when I finished and was turned off.  He returned and tossed a towel at me.  I dried myself as W/we returned to the kitchen.
	I saw again the single place at the table.  This time, there were no bowls on the floor.  He tied my leash to one of His belt loops, clipped my restraints together in front of me,  and I followed Him around the kitchen as He heaped His plate with food.  I was finally awake enough to feel my belly growl with hunger.  He filled His glass and took it, and me, to the table.  He turned His chair sideways and sat.  He pulled me, facing Him, into His lap.
	"Hungry?"  
	"Yes, Sir."
	"So am I.  Feed me.  Your dinner will be whatever is left on my plate after I've had My fill."  He put the plate and a fork in my hands and I began to feed Him.  My hunger grew with each bite He took.  He took a drink and I swallowed as He did, realizing my own thirst.  He opened His mouth for another bite.
	One of His hands idly played with a nipple.  I couldn't believe my body was actually responding again.  I put another bite in His mouth and watched as He chewed.  My mouth was watering.  He swallowed it and moved His hand between my legs as He did.  He found my clit and casually played with it.  He was effectively distracting me.  I gave Him another bite.  He placed one finger in my cunt and moved it slowly in and out.  I put the fork to His mouth as He inserted a second finger.
	"I've had enough.  Eat."  Just as I turned the fork to put the meat into my mouth, He began moving His fingers inside me.  I could barely chew as He put His thumb on my clit.  I 


	

swallowed.  I held the fork halfway between my mouth and the plate as my body responded to Him.
	"Eat.  This will be your last food until I return you to Mistress.  Eat...now."
	I couldn't believe it.  How was I supposed to eat when He was doing this to me?  He cupped my chin with His free hand and glared at me.  I got the message and took another bite.  What He had said dawned on me.  I wouldn't be going home until late in the day tomorrow.  I was already very hungry.  I had to eat.  I struggled through each bite...hoping I wouldn't choke.  
He didn't increase His motions but the distraction was strong.  I worked my way through the remaining food.  He took His hand from me and put the plate back on the table and gave me a drink from His glass. 
	"I think maybe W/we should have some dessert," He said.  He stood me up and put the dishes in the sink.  He came back, picked me up by the waist, and set me on the table. 
	 "Lay back and put your ass on the edge of the table."  I eased back as He came around to my head and tied each wrist to one of the table legs.  He came around the table again and began positioning my legs.  He wound lengths of rope many times around my thigh as He bent my knee so that my foot was nearly touching my ass.  He tied the free end of the rope to the closest table let.  He repeated the same process with the other leg.  I was held tightly to the table with my sex gaping wide.
	He left the room but returned shortly with a pair of nipple clamps.  I watched as He tied a long piece of twine to each one.  I watched as He put them on my nipples.  I watched as He raised the twine and wrapped it around the light that hung above my head.  I closed my eyes and groaned as He pulled it taut and tied it.  My breasts were stretched high.  He stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and fastened it at the back of my head.  He tested the ropes, making sure they wouldn't come loose.  He flicked at my breasts.  I heard the scrape of a chair as He positioned Himself before me. 
	"Perhaps this dessert should have a garnish."  I couldn't see what He was doing but saw that He took something from His pants pocket.  He put two fingers in His mouth and got them wet.  He spread His own saliva all around my ass-hole.  I felt the tip of something soft but firm being slowly, insistently pushed into me.  I tried to relax but my body was already quite tense.  He didn't stop, though.  He took His time and I felt it move a little farther in.  The plug got wider and wider down its length.  My body began to accept it, and then welcome it.  The widest part was finally in and the muscle closed in at the base...holding it firmly inside me.
	"I think I'd like a warm dessert."  I looked at Him through my open legs, wondering what He might mean by that.  I was already hot, I thought.  As I looked at Him, He reached into His shirt pocket and pulled out a short, thick candle.  Then He took out a lighter and lit it.  I swallowed hard as I realized what He meant to do.  
	He rolled it slightly from side to side as He waited for the wax to melt.  When there was enough, He held it high above my cunt.  I tried to close my legs but that was a wasted effort.  I watched as He tilted it and the wax fell on my clit.  It wasn't very hot because He had held it so high.  Actually, the warmth felt good.
	He held it still again and waited for more of it to melt.  He lowered His hand several inches and let it fall.  It was almost hot this time.  He repeated His movements and this time it 	
	



was hot.  The next time I gasped as the pain became more intense.  The last time, it was only six or so inches above me.  He melted wax and let fall again.  I tried vainly to move out of its way.  
	"Five more, pet.  Count them for Me."
	"One, Sir...it hurts.  Please, no more."
	"Count."
	"Two, Sir.  Please....please....."
	"Count."
	"Three, Sir" came out as a shriek. "Four, Sir.  Please stop.....please."
	"You're fighting it.  I told you that you are to accept whatever is pleasing to Me.  You will count two extra."
	"Four, Sir."  I bit my tongue to keep from asking Him to stop again.  I knew He meant it and would keep adding to it if I didn't do as He required.  "Five, Sir."  I had become rigid with the pain.  "Owwwwww....Six, Sir."  I only had one more to go.  I held my breath and waited for it.  He moved it very close to my skin and held it for a long time, building up a lot of wax.  "Seven, Sir" I screamed.  
	"And for good measure" He said as He moved to my side "I think you need some up here.  He let it fall on each nipple and I writhed as it burned into me.  He blew out the candle.