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	It was raining hard and the road was not a familiar one.  I was late.  I looked again at the directions and my watch.  From what I could figure, I would be about 15 minutes late.  They would be waiting and probably not too happy about it.
	I could almost hear Them.  Well, one of Them anyway.  I'd never met the other.  There had been a few brief exchanges on the internet.  I'd seen His picture...and His special "room".
	The room was not large and was crowded.  The biggest part of it was taken up by the table in the center of it.  It wasn't meant for platters of food.  Today, it was meant for me.  It was an exam table.  It was the kind of table you lay on at the doctor's office.  I figured I had quite an examination coming up.  This was not a good way to start.
	The rest of the room was lined with various tables and cabinets...covered with all manner of exam tools.  I'd seen - and felt - a lot of them before.   But there was quite a number whose purpose I could only imagine.
	And then there was the ceiling.  A contraption of ropes and pulleys was fixed to it.  I knew its purpose and it made me quiver inside to know that I'd soon be bound to both table and ceiling...at Their disposal.
	Three people in the room would make it seem even smaller.  The fourth person would leave just enough space for Them to get around.  And there would be a fourth for this doubles match.  Master T's regular sub was to join U/us.  But she wasn't arriving until later.  It would be just me for a good while.
	My hand wandered to the thin, straight piece of cane that was across my lap.  I imagined its sting as I lay there helpless.  I'd been told to bring an item with me that would be used on me.  This was my choice and I was familiar with it.  I knew its bite.
	I brought my attention back to the road.  I had to be getting very close now.  I could still turn back - not go through with it.  I was beginning to wonder if this was really such a good idea.  The prospect had excited me but, as I was starting to understand, imagination and reality are two entirely different things.
	This was a solo trip.  My Mistress would not be there.  She wouldn't watch to be sure nothing would go too far.  I wouldn't hear Her voice.  I wouldn't feel Her touch or know Her familiar scent.  Master R. would be there and I trusted Him completely.  But, Master T. was, as yet, an unknown.
	I had something, though, that would keep me connected to Her.  I touched the collar that was around my neck.  It was Her mark.  She had put it there and buckled it tightly.  She'd also chosen my clothes...every stitch.  She liked Her choice.
	I began again to think about Master T's sub.  I'd never had an opportunity to be in such a situation before.  I couldn't help but wonder if I'd measure up.  Today would be full of new things.  I questioned, yet again, whether I had the nerve.
	There it was...His street.  I found His parking area.  Master R. was outside...waiting.  Again I thought it wasn't good to be late.  I'd hoped for a moment to calm myself before going in but Master R. motioned for me to get out of the car.
	I felt my hands tremble as I turned off the engine.  I fumbled with the keys, picked up my purse and the cane, and got out.  He commented on my lack of promptness.  I offered the weather and the newness to the area.  He accepted it but I knew He wasn't pleased.  I swallowed hard and followed Him inside.
	Master T's place held all the outward appearances of any other nice home.  In the dim light, I could see the kitchen, dining area and large, comfortable living room.  I had no idea where the "room" might be.  Introductions were made.  Master T. was a large man but His voice was pleasant...cordial.  I gave Master R. the cane and He nodded approval.
	The formalities were over.  Walking between Them, I was shown into the "room" I'd spent much time imagining.   I glanced here and there trying to see what I would be facing.  The prospects were intimidating.  My eyes, however, were drawn to the table.  I was not to have much time to think about it all.  I'd been late and They wanted to start.
	Master T. began showing me some of His toys.  There was an enormous array of them.  He touched a few and explained the purpose of some others.  Many were still something of a mystery.
	W/we returned to stand at the foot of the table.  I was told to undress.  I thought about how carefully Mistress had chosen my clothes.  I pulled the white, knit top over my head.  I knew Their eyes were on me.  The black heels with the little ankle straps came off next.  The short, black skirt with the slit up the side was unzipped and slid down.  I was handing each item off to Master R.  I took a deep breath and slipped the white lace teddy up over my head...almost finished.  The thigh-high stockings were next.  As I put my thumbs in the waist of the lacy briefs and pulled them off, I felt like bacteria under a microscope.  The little red collar was my only adornment.  I stood there, hoping my face didn't show my embarrassment. Master R. took the clothes out of the room
	I was led to the end of the table.  I sat at its edge and laid down.  Master T. began positioning me.  He moved quickly and efficiently.  He was not new at this.  
	One at a time, He wound rope many times around my wrists.  My arms were drawn away and slightly down from my sides.  He tied them down slightly lower that my body.  I couldn't raise my shoulders.  He put the heel of each foot in a stirrup on either side of the end of the table.  The rope again...around and around and around...was secured.  I couldn't take my feet out of them and wouldn't be able to draw them together.  More rope was soon circling my upper thighs.  My knees were forced wide apart and tied in place.  I could feel the edge of the table under my ass.  A wide strap was drawn across my waist and hooked.  Another narrower one was pulled firmly across my chest, just under my breasts.  I wouldn't be able to move my hips or even arch my back.  I would be allowed precious little movement.  They would have easy access and a lot of room to work.
	Master T. was scrutinizing my cunt...touching, spreading, probing.  "You take very good care of this" He said as He worked my clit between thumb and finger.  A sharp intake of breath and the involuntary movement of my hips gave away my excitement.  There would be no way to hide it in this position.
	As He was exploring, my eyes drifted up to the ceiling.  Suspended from it was a jumble of ropes, pulleys and odds and ends.  There were small rings on of it.  I shivered.  I decided to look away.  His toys were everywhere.
	The dread built in me again as I thought about what would be done to me.  I knew, though, that even as my mind felt the fear, my body was excited...wanting...waiting.  It's a combination that heightens everything.
	Master R. had returned to the "room".  They were discussing various parts of my body.  He moved up by my head and I was abruptly in the dark.  He had blindfolded me.  There is much to be said for not being able to see what's going on.  There is an illusion.  Even though I'm the one who can't see, it feels like I'm covered...like I can't be seen.  And today, I'd be seen by many eyes.  But then I remembered.  Master R. had His camera with Him.  I would, after the fact, see myself.  As comforting as a blindfold is, I can only wonder, listen, feel...and wait.  
	There was movement in the "room"...rustling, tinkling sounds.  Then, hands were on my breasts, fondling each nipple.  I knew why.   They were getting the nipples hard...for clamps.  I took a deep breath just as I felt the bite when the first one went on.  The second was applied quickly.  My knees would have drawn together had they not been forced to stay open.  The familiar jolt traced a path of pleasure down my belly and centered deep in my cunt.  I wanted more.  I wouldn't be disappointed.
	Master T. was still at the foot of the table.  He was busy again.  I felt fingers on my clit...and something else.  He was fitting something to me.   As I felt increased pressure on it, I realized it was suction of some kind.  He increased the pull of it and I began to squirm with desire.  He removed His hands but the suction remained.  He tapped it a few times and shots of pleasure darted through me.  He stopped...and warned me.  I was not to cum without permission...ever.  He told me what my punishment would be.  He had a small whip with many tails and I would receive five lashes with it on my open sex.  They would not be soft, little taps either.  I took another deep breath and won the battle with my body...this time.  I had to admit to myself, though, that I was tempted.  They already had me wanting to cum badly...and I wanted to feel those lashes.   I had to remind myself of my purpose here.  It was to serve.  It was to be what They wished me to be and do as They wished me to do.  This was not about me.
	My attention was diverted to my aching nipples.  Master R. was busy, too.  He was attaching something to the clamps - pulling at each one - testing.  Master T. moved up to join Him.  One on each side, They were securing them to the device above me.  They were chatting but I couldn't think past the pleasure from the thing on my clit and the pain from my breasts.  I told myself over and over that I'd better not cum...not yet.   I felt the air stir as someone moved away.  Master T. was again between my legs, toying with the suction device that held my swollen clit.  I gritted my teeth to control myself. I only barely managed.  His fingers plunged into me.  I heard my breath whistle between my teeth.  He withdrew them, leaving me very shaky.
	They were chatting again.  I felt the first real pull on my nipple. They were being stretched up...and up...and up.  I had no way to ease off of it...I couldn't move in the bonds.  They were talking about weights. 
	Master R. finally stopped pulling but there would be no relief.  He had secured them there...painfully stretched.  He flicked at one nipple with His fingertip, then the other.  The pain jolted me just as I felt the first fall of thin strips of something like leather sting.
	I heard Master T. leave the "room" but I was given no chance to rest.  Master R. kept His attention on my breasts.  A couple quick slaps left me moaning softly as the pain went to a higher level.
	"Stay in the game, pet" was whispered softly, close to my ear.  I knew what He meant.  My place was to keep focused on the desires of the Masters...not my own.  He turned my head to the side where He was standing.  I heard the zipper come down and felt the soft skin of His hard cock at my lips.  I had to strain hard against the bonds but managed to take Him into my mouth.  I used my tongue and lips to give Him as much pleasure as I could.  I couldn't move enough to take in any more of Him.  But, he didn't succumb.  I knew, then, that there was much more in store for me.  I knew my endurance would be sorely tested.  He sipped up His pants and moved out of my reach.
	Master T. returned and got busy again.  He began lashing the soft, sensitive area of the inner thigh..he struck repeatedly...sharp little bites on my skin.  Each time one landed, it jarred the suction still attached to my clit.  The need to cum grew stronger as each one landed.
	That need abated somewhat when the first weight was added to the pull on a nipple.  It faded further when another was put on the other one...and another...and another.  I don't know how many, but my breasts burned with the pain.  The suction on my clit added enough pleasure to keep me going.
	Just as I thought the pain was worth enduring for the pleasure, the suction was removed.  For a moment, al I had was the pain...and the desire.  Fortunately, it wasn't that way very long.  Master T. began massaging my extremely swollen clit.
	Then, I heard it.  I knew its sound...knew what it would do to me.  Master R. had His little invention with Him.  It was a simple thing.  It had a small, smooth tip and vibrated.  As soon as it touched my clit, I knew I had to beg permission...and I did.  The little device is the one thing I can't withstand and I knew it.
	"Please, please, Sir, please can I cum?"  I was rewarded with low chuckles only.  I was in agony and near ecstasy.  Again I begged "please, Sir."  Over and over I pleaded until I knew I was lost.  But, I was spared and given permission just in time.  I let it roll over me.  Wave after wave flooded my senses.  The pleasure was so strong it was almost painful in itself.
	Each time my cunt spasmed, my body jerked.  My nipples were suffering because of it but I didn't care.  I was brought to climax over and over and over.  I nearly used my safe-word.  It had become more than I could take.  Even the tiniest touch was now too intense.  He must have known.  He stopped.  I realized how fast and hard I was breathing and set to trying to calm myself.  
	Master T. had moved away and Master R. now stood between my legs.  He began fondling my over-sensitive clit.  His touch was soft but insistent.  I couldn't help the small moans that rose in my throat.  He was bringing me to the edge of another climax but He was in no hurry.  He brought me to the edge and just held me there.  
	"Please Sir, please...." drifted from my lips but I was ignored.  Instead, He spoke to Master T.  He was apparently enjoying my agony/ecstasy and drawing it to Master T.'s attention.  He was pointing out how I was being held, by only the slightest touch, on the verge of release.  I didn't have to fight it.  Because He knows me so well, He was able to keep it from me...prolong the agonizing wait.  
	I don't know how long I waited like that.  I could think only of what was going on between my legs.  I waited for His voice and hand to give me permission.  I was barely breathing as my entire body was held rigid with want and need.  I felt the slightest increase in pressure from His hand and was again begging with all my might.  "Cum pet."   It took only those two words and the slightest quickening of His movements and I was lost in it.  Pleasure radiated from His touch and seized me as few orgasms have.  He held me there, too.  It was exquisite in its intense softness.  He let me come down slowly and it was a few moments before I was even aware of my surroundings again. 
	Somewhere during all this, I'd been aware of another sound.  It was a moment before my brain understood the sound my ears heard.  It was the doorbell.  Master T's sub had arrived.  My body was writhing but in a corner in my mind, I was aware of her.  I was aware that she could hear me because I could hear as she was brought into the "room."
	Vaguely, I wondered if she looked at me.  How could she not see me?  What did she think as she saw me there...splayed open...groaning out a climax...in her place on the table.  I wondered what I would have thought...if I'd be jealous....curious.
	Thoughts of her left as I was brought again and again to the place where there is nothing but the body as it explodes in sensation.
	As I calmed down, I heard her being bound in some way.  I could tell she was to the right of the foot of the table.  I heard her "yes Sirs" as she was told what to do .  I had the impression she was standing.	
	Imagine being a blind voyeur.  That was me at this point.  I heard Master R. working with her.  Master T. moved to my side, against my hand.  Instinctively, I reached for His cock and massaged it.  Once I started, I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do.  I was more than a little relieved as He moved against my hand.  He made no objection but He did remark to Master R. later that I was, indeed, something of a slut since it came so naturally.  Of course, Master R. agreed.  He moved away.
	The Masters were discussing various aspects of her training.  I was being left alone for a moment.  I took as much advantage of the calm as I could.  But I couldn't completely relax.  My breasts were still stretched tight and burdened with the weights.  I listened to Them and her misery to take my mind off of my own.
	She was being stimulated and whipped.  I could hear both pain and pleasure in her cries but my attention was drawn elsewhere.  Hands were at work between my legs again.  I recognized the tight pinch as the first clothespin was put in place on my swollen cunt lip.  It was followed quickly by five more -three on each side. I felt the pain as fingers ran across them like a kid runs a stick along a fence.  I tried to close my legs to get away from it but my only reward for that effort was rope digging into my skin.
	I heard as a length of tape was torn from a roll.  I felt the hand as it bent the pins back on one side to rest flat against my leg.  They were taped to stay there.  The other side got the same treatment.
	He left me like that for a moment...wide open...gaping.  I was aware again of my counterpart.  I could hear her cries of pleasure mingle with grunts from her pain.  I heard another sound, too.
	I also knew this one.  I heard the familiar whine as it powered up.  It was an electric toy designed to deliver painful little shocks from its tiny tip.  It works.
	I stiffened.  It was on my side of the room and I realized I had just been prepared for it.  There was no warning.  The jolt hit my clit.  It felt sort of like a small bee sting...quick and sharp.  It hurts but it also stimulates.  He touched all over my cunt.  Every few touches, He would hold it in one spot for a second or so.  A second may not seem a long time but its forever when it comes to this thing.  It brought deep, involuntary groans from me.  It touches you and it holds on.  The body goes rigid until it is removed and the bite of it is felt deep inside.
	 He was moving again.  He was at my side and He'd found other targets.   He went back and forth on my nipples.  They were already in a sad state and so very sensitive now.  It felt like fire.  He worked His way back down my body...little touches all over.  He ended back at my cunt.  After one long, last touch, He turned it off.
	I let out a long slow breath and couldn't help the shiver that shook me.  As I felt my teeth unclench, I was again conscious of the other girl.  Master R. was slapping her breasts rhythmically.  The cadence was bringing steady moans from her.  I could hear the slap of His hand on her skin and knew He'd moved to her ass.  He must have had His other hand between her legs.  I heard her approach another climax.  
	I remember thinking that she was probably only intermittently as aware of what was happening to me as I was of her.  When the pain, or pleasure - or both - become intense, it blocks out everything else.
	Master T.'s voice brought my brief musings to an end.  He was speaking to me as He inserted a dildo in me.  I recall thinking it was rather small and had an odd feel.  He was telling me He was going to fill me all the way up.  The thing was inflatable.  He had lubed me well before He put it in.  It started to get larger inside me and He was moving it slowly in and out.  For a minute or so, it was feeling wonderful. It kept getting larger.  It caused the clothes pins to pull as it went in and out and my cunt lips were paying the price for it.  It felt like it was getting too big.  I was being stretched.  I tried vainly to pull away from it.  Even that slight movement brought new pain to my tortured nipples.  I was at the end of my rope.  I was nothing but the pain.
	"Red." I whispered hoarsely.  And then "red" again.  I managed to say it loud enough this time for Him to hear.
	Immediately the pressure was off and the pain inside me stopped.  It was such a relief that I forgot my other torments.  He slid the deflated dildo out and it left no lasting discomfort.
	Left once again with a quiet moment, I considered what Master T.'s sub was enduring - and enjoying - at the hands of Master R.  I heard the level of her pain rise again in her voice.  I heard as something leather made contact with her exposed body.  Where it landed, I could only guess, but it didn't land softly.
	And, as before, I didn't have long to ponder her situation or how she may relate to mine.  Her groans and mine soon joined in a strange harmony.  He was moving His fingers rapidly in and out of me.  He found that place inside that brings such extreme pleasure.   His hand pumped faster and faster and quickly I was begging permission.  He didn't make me wait this time.  Another climax crashed down over me.  He continued for I don't know how long.  Like soldiers, they followed in a line of pleasure that seemed to stretch forever.  But, finally, He did slow down and stop.  I was breathless and trembling and had forgotten all about the clothe spins and my breasts.
	My body was still trembling and my breathing quick.  I was given a little to come down.  I heard Master R. begin to take the other girl out of her bondage.  I could hear the buckles being undone and recognized the relief in her voice when she was free.  He led her out of the room.
	Master T. was moving around me.  I was being freed also.  He pulled the tape from my thighs and a fresh shot of pain jolted me.  He removed the clothes pins in rapid succession.  They always hurt much more coming off than going on.  My skin was burning.  He began massaging the area and it felt like my cunt was on fire but it also helps bring the blood supply back.  As He was doing this I could only imagine what my breasts would go through.  I didn't imagine quite enough.  
	He slowly eased them down and the burn began.  He asked if I was ready.  I told Him I was and  took a deep breath and held it as He took off the first clamp.  If I hadn't been tied down, I probably would have come off the table.  The second one came off and the pain doubled.  He rubbed the nipple, one in each hand, and I had to grit my teeth hard to keep from yelling with the pain.  I heard Him chuckle as He did it.  But, it was getting better.
	I was hearing noises again, from another room.  I heard leather fall on naked skin and cries of pain.  I had no idea what was going on.  I had thought that this would be about the end of this session but began to realize that wasn't going to be the case.
	Master T. removed the blindfold from my eyes.  I had to close them tight against the light.  I was blinking hard trying to focus as He began to undo all the ropes and straps that held me.  He loosened my wrists and rubbed the circulation back into them.  I hadn't realized how cold they had become.  He went from side to side and undid the ropes that bound my thighs.  Then, He did the same with my feet and ankles.  I had gotten so stiff that He had to help me move my legs.  He removed the straps that held my torso down.  He helped me sit up and get my bearings.  The sounds from the other room were getting louder.
	He helped me off the table and indicated that I was to follow Him.  W/we went into the living room which now looked much different that it had when I arrived.  A  long metal table had been put up in the center of the room.  Two bath towels had been laid across it.  The other girl was already in place...laying across it.  She was bent across it and her wrists bound to the other side of it on one towel.  Master R. was busy with her.  He was using a strap on her ass and she moaned deeply with each blow.  The other towel was for my comfort.
	Master T. showed me to my position.  I was to face the opposite direction of her.  He bent me across the table and spread my legs wide apart.  He then went to the other side and my arms were pulled taut and my wrists secured.  When He had me stand at the table, he spread my legs wide apart. We were side by side but couldn't see each other's face.  He moved away.
	He had come back around to my back and I hadn't expected the strap to land so quickly.  I gasped at it and began to fall in to the rhythm of His strokes.  Again, her moans and mine combined and we sang a song of pain....no pleasure was being given to balance it out. 
	A strange sort of parade began.  The Masters were moving constantly around the table.  Each time They passed an exposed ass, They struck it.  Around and around, blow after blow, They continued.  We mirrored each other...sight and sound.  The parade stopped and we were soon dancing to a new tune.  This time, it was pleasure.  We were brought to simultaneous climax and the song we sang became louder and more breathless.  The parade had come to a rest.
	Our bonds were being loosened by our respective Masters.  It was time for the last dance.  Master T. finished first and He and his sub moved off a little.  While Master R. finished releasing me, I could hear the sounds as She began to suck Her master's cock.  Master R. moved to a chair and I knelt in front of Him.  
	I didn't have to be told what to do.  I took His cock into my mouth and did what I knew He liked so well.  I slid my lips down over the length of it and worked my tongue over it as I moved back toward the tip.  I bathed the tip of it with my tongue and worked my way back down. I was rewarded as I felt become even harder and recognized the slight peppery taste of it as He came close to His own release.  All the while I worked on Him, I could hear her as she mirrored me with Master T.  The whole situation was highly erotic...much more so than I thought it might be.
	I began to focus all my attention on my Master now.  I knew from His groans, the stiffening of His body,  and the feel of His cock that He was ready.  I wrapped my hand around His balls and took Him deep in my throat, using the back of my tongue to squeeze the head against the roof of my mouth and massage it there.  I felt that one last swelling as He began to spurt deep in the back of my throat.  I swallowed several times as I held Him there like that...able to move Him in my mouth just a little to allow it to last as long as possible.  He let out a long, low groan as it subsided but I continued with my tongue, giving those little aftershocks.  He finally pulled my head away.  He was sated.
	Master T. was reaching His own peak I could now hear and see T/them.  I could picture myself now in her position.  I knew how she wanted to please Him.  I knew that she was working hard to give Him all the pleasure that was in her power to give.  I could see Him receive it and I knew the satisfaction that it brought her.  
	Things had come to an end for this day.  Master R. got dressed.  I went to where my clothes were and began putting them back on.  I couldn't help thinking what I had felt as I took off each piece.  My fear had been abated and my questions had been answered.
	I picked up my purse and waited as Master R. said His good-byes to Master T.  His sub came to Him and, for the first time today, we were able to see each other face to face.  We spoke no words but there wasn't any need.  Much can be communicated in a single look.  We shared something today.  There was no shame in her eyes and I felt none on my part.  We gave each other a genuine smile and I was led out the door.
	Master R. told me good-bye and that I was to be careful on the drive back.  I got into the car and put the key into the ignition.  My hands no longer trembled.  I put the thin strip of cane back across my lap and pulled out of the parking lot.
	I was headed back to my Mistress.  She would want a full accounting.  I began to organize my thoughts.  There had been much today that I'd never experienced before.  I'd learned and grown in experience.  I would talk about all this with Her.  It would be good to get Her take on it....listening to Her soft voice...reliving it with Her....learning from it.
	
	 

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