	





	Slow Burn

	
	I'd given much thought to the assignment He'd given me.  What would I like to experience today with Him?  The memory of a picture He'd sent me a good while back came to mind.  It was a very simple scene.  The female sub had her wrist bound together and tied high above her head.  Her Dom stood to the side of her.  The lashes of the whip He wielded had just touched her skin.  The photo captured her pain as it brought her to tiptoe and the grimace of pain clouded her face.  It seemed to me the essence of bdsm....all the complexities of the lifestyle held for an instant in what passed between T/them.   I told Him about it..
	I'd gone shopping a few days before with thoughts of finding some summer clothes bargains but found myself back in the lingerie section.  This hadn't been a conscious thought but perhaps down deep this is where I'd intended to go.  I fingered the lacy things and looked at the colors.  I'd worn red and black for Him before.  Mistress is especially fond of a white set I have so I decided on the color at least...white.  Finally, I chose something.  The waist-length top was very sheer, except for the bra part.  It had little ribbons and ruffles at the bottom.  The thong panties matched.  Just for fun, I picked up a pair of sparkly dangle ear rings.  I showed it all to Mistress and Her approval was obvious.  She tole me She was looking forward to seeing me in it.
	I set about the now somewhat ritual preparations before His arrival.  Mistress always reminds me when it's about time for me to start.  The e-mails between Him and I had set down what He expected me to have ready for Him.  I'd told Mistress the details and She had approved.
	"You'd better get busy, you've got a lot to do" She told me...that little grin of Hers showing me She was enjoying my anticipation and slight nervousness.  So, I got busy.
	I pulled the horse out from under the bed and put it together...tightening the wing nuts...wondering how He would position me to it.  I got the step-stool from the kitchen in case I would sit on it.  It's a bit too high to mount without it.
	My mind wandered back to some of His messages.  When He arrived, I was to come to Him, open His pants, and begin sucking His cock.   He'd spoken of pushing my limits this time.  How far?  With what?    That thought in mind, I began arranging the ‘toys' on the bed.  Usually, I don't get everything out...especially the ones I like the least.  But, this time, I set them out.  I hoped to show my willingness to endure anything He might choose.  I got the wrist and ankle cuffs and ‘slut' collar ready to put on after I dressed.  I double-checked to see that I had everything, grabbed up the clothes I'd gotten, and headed for the shower.
	The soothing flow of warm water serves me well.  It gives me time to ‘get my head in the game'.  It's also just the opposite of what's about to happen.  The warmth will be replaced by a naked body in the cool flow of the air conditioner.  The caress of the water will be replaced by the slap of a hand...or whip.  I gathered in my wandering thoughts and stepped out of the 
sanctuary of the bath.   I toweled off and put on the top, collar, and ear rings.   There was one more thing to put on - or, rather, in - before I could put on the panties.  The balls.  
	Mistress had given me an assignment over the last few weeks.  I was to go to an ‘adult' store and purchase a set of Ben-Wa balls.  I'd never experienced them and She decided it was about time I did.  The night I brought them home, She smiled wickedly at me and told me to put them in.  I couldn't help rolling my eyes just a little bit.  She just smiled again, told me to get some lube and go do it.  I struggled with them in the bathroom but finally got them in at least.  I moved around a little...noting the effects.  I felt the little vibrations every time I moved.  I also realized I was having a hard time keeping them in.  I had to keep pushing them back up.  I also heard them clank together inside me.  ‘Good grief', I thought, ‘they make noise on top of everything else'.  Mistress made me shake repeatedly and laughed out loud each time She heard them.
	But, they had to go in again today.  So, once again, I struggled to put them in place.  Mistress told me to try and get them to stay side by side.  It was no use.  There just wasn't enough room for me to pull that off.  Once I had them where I thought they'd stay, I put the panties on and went to Mistress for Her approval.  
	She liked the way I looked and had me clang the balls together a few times just for good measure.  I'd nearly forgotten about the cuffs so I put them on quickly.  I sat in a chair across from Her and W/we waited for Him to arrive.  She drew a hand gently across my thigh and it ended up between my legs.  She was stimulating me...now and then pressing Her fingers against the balls in my cunt.  By the time His knock sounded at the door, I was more than ready.
	He sat beside Mistress on the bed and I knelt between His knees...prepared to worship His cock.  I was in a bit of a fix though.  I couldn't get to Him because of the way He was sitting.  I didn't know whether to just reach up and do it or wait for Him to adjust His position a little.  They continued to talk for a bit but I never did make a decision and hoped He wouldn't be too disapproving of my inadequacy. 
	He moved to the chair I'd been sitting in just a few minutes before.  Mistress was talking about the balls and told me to get up so He could hear them clang.  I shook myself but He didn't hear.  I moved closed and He put His ear next to me and, this time, clearly heard them.  
	He patted His legs and I straddled them and sat.  I was struggling mightily to keep the balls in.  They continued conversing and I felt little pinches all around my inner thighs and cunt lips.  He reached up to massage my neck and shoulders and I began to relax.  I relaxed too much, though, and forgot about the balls.  I remembered them when they slipped out between my open legs.  
	"Oh, oh...lose something?"  They landed on the chair right in front of Him.  I lowered my head and closed my eyes hoping my face wasn't getting too red.  He just tossed them over to the bed.
	He turned His attention to my breasts....pulling them out.  He ran His hands over them, lingering at the nipples.  He slid the straps over my shoulders so He could have full access to them.  Taking one in each hand, He squeezed them hard.  It was the beginning of pain.  I breathed it in as He continued...squeezing...pinching.
	He stood me up so that I was facing Mistress.  He opened that back of the top I wore and slipped it over my shoulders.  The wrist restraints were hooked together behind me.   He pulled two strings of clothes pins from the small bag He had brought with Him.  He's made zippers.  He was telling Mistress how He'd put them together as He began clipping them to my breasts.  I felt the bite as each one was applied.  And, knowing they hurt more when they come off than when they go on, steadied myself for what was to come.  He held the end of the strings in His hand ...moving them.  I continued to wait for the inevitable...tension building inside me.  He did finally pull them off quickly and the little bites I'd felt when they went on were replaced with a rapid series of harsh pain.  He put one of them in a row along my lower abdomen and again toyed with the string so I wouldn't really know when He was about to pull it off.  He did.  My breast were still stinging and this added a deeper level to what I felt.  
	He put the zipper on the bed and positioned me under one of the ceiling hooks. His fingers were again on my neck and shoulders, massaging deeply.  He opened the back of the top I wore and slipped it off my shoulders.  He freed my wrists only long enough to bring them in front of me and raise my hands high over my head...tying them to the hook.  I moved my legs far apart so He could clip the ankle restraints to the spreader bar He'd placed on the floor.   He slipped the blindfold over my eyes telling me had wanted me to get a good look at the zipper before He used it.
	He touched me softly for a little while.  The fire He had kindled as I sat in His lap had become a slow, deep burn.  The hard slaps to my breasts were a great contradiction to the softness.  He drew His short beard forcefully across them...scraping the tender flesh.  He settled His mouth over the nipples..licking...nipping.  My cunt was shot through with desire.  
	"Is this how you pictured yourself?" He whispered close to my ear...His beard tickling my lobes.  
	"Yes, Sir", I whispered back.  It surely is, I thought to myself.  But please, my mind cried, I need more...much more.  
	His movements were still slow and soft.  From behind, He ran His hands softly over my skin.  Now and then, He would spread His fingers apart and sent all ten nail deeply into my ass.  It wasn't quite painful but very stimulating to a body that had heated up deep inside.  Up and down my arms He ran His hands.  The erotic sensations caused me to drop my level of awareness.  The jolt of the first slap to my ass brought me to full attention.  I'm not sure if it was the sound or the pain of it that was most startling.  A series of them followed in rapid succession.  I raised my rear end to meet them.  
	He moved His hand between my legs and fingered my clit.  Just as I was about to ask permission to cum, He stopped.  I softly groaned my frustration.  I felt His teeth along my back...stopping here and there to sink them into my skin.  He moved His mouth over my shoulders, arms, and back....biting harder now.  His hand again sank to my cunt.  I burned more fiercely with desire when He again stopped...leaving me panting and wanting.  
	I heard the flick of a lighter and felt its warmth as He held it close to my breasts...moving it around so I could feel the heat of it next to my skin.  I wasn't sure where this was going.  The first few drops of hot was dribbled over one nipple and I sucked in my breath with the pain of it.  But, it's a most delicious thing.  My shoulders arched back of their own will, forcing my breasts up and out...wanting more.  I wasn't disappointed.  I tilted my head back to avoid the flame around my hair and luxuriated in the feel of the wax as He covered both breasts with it.  He dotted the flesh between my neck and breasts with it.  My need burned stronger with the falling of each drop.  I could smell the candle as He put it out.  I had wanted it to go on and on.  He started picking the wax off of me.  The sensitive flesh under it responded to His fingers.
	He continued with bits of and bits of pleasure until I writhed with the frustration of it.  The hard stings of the whip drove my body hard.   My back arched against the pain/pleasure.  He brought out the short, wide leather strap.  It fell with full force on my ass.  I raised my ass to Him as much as I could within my bonds...hoping to let Him know how much I wanted this...needed it.  He began using it between my legs and I could barely contain myself.  He landed it hard and fast...driving me quickly to the brink of release.  But, again, He stopped me on the very edge of it.
	"She must not want to cum very badly", He told Mistress.  But, He started in my cunt again with His fingers.  This time, I didn't wait long to beg His permission.  I was burning up inside.  He slowed a little and held me on the edge for what seemed an eternity until He said yes.
	I came hard.  My entire body rocked and trembled with the force of it.  He didn't stop with one.  I wasn't even through the first one before He drove me into another one.  I don't know how many times I came.  I felt the towel He placed under my dripping cunt to catch the juices that were pouring from me.  And still He drove my body into further frenzied pleasure.
	He apparently judged that I'd had enough for now and stopped...leaving me a mass of trembling flesh.  My arms were let down and my feet were brought back together, and the blindfold removed.  I was led to the bed for a rest.
	Mistress held and soothed me as I settled into Her arms.  Her kisses were soft and tender.  I laid my head against Her as He turned His attention to the horse.  He moved it to the center of the room and began picking through the supply of rope.  He patted its padded length and I went to it and bent across it.   He quickly maneuvered the ropes so that my hands and feet were secured very far apart and my head and shoulders were held down over it.  The blindfold was put back in place.
        His hands were at my breasts...fondling....stroking.  I became aware of the clips He'd put on them only when He turned on the electricity.  I groaned as He turned it up quickly...waiting for those first painful stings to become the steady rhythm of pleasure that I can feel all the way to my cunt.
	He moved behind me treated my ass to slaps from His hands.  I felt the need of my body rising to all the stimulus.  His hand found its way between my legs  The pleasure from the clips and His fingers was driving me once again.
	"Would You like to use this?", I heard Mistress ask Him.  I didn't know what She was referring to.  
	He moved away from me.  I heard Him tell Mistress that He'd not heard of a man using one before but that He'd give it a try.  I waited as He prepared whatever it was....wondering.  I found out soon enough as the strap-on dildo entered my cunt.  He began fucking me with it.  Its length gliding in and out of me.  He moved harder and faster within me.  I rocked to His movements, wanting it as deep as it could go.  The horse tilted forward with my motions...forcing me to slow down to avoid tipping it over.  
	"Please, Sir..."  I didn't have to finish the question.  He told me to cum.  As my body began to spasm, the voltage to my nipples was sent much higher.  The force of it held me in its grip so that I was frozen in place for a few seconds and the peak of my climax mingled with the intense pain in my breasts.  It was turned down but He didn't stop.  I came and came.  One of the clips came off a nipple.  It didn't matter as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.  He asked me later why I hadn't told Him when it came off.  The answer was simple.  My body was so involved in what He was doing to me that I couldn't utter a word.
	I was gasping for air when He withdrew the surrogate cock from me.  I went limp over the horse as He removed the remaining clip and the ropes that held me.  He led me to the bed for a drink and a rest.
	He removed His clothes and laid back on the bed....my signal that it was time to return His many favors.  I knelt between His knees and sucked His cock into my mouth.  I ran my tongue around the head of it and moved down on it until the tip nested in the back of my throat.
	He interrupted me....telling me that, although I was doing a very good job, there were a few things He wanted to teach me.  He told me about the ‘sweet spot'.  Verbally guiding my mouth and tongue, He led me to it.  Just below the base of the balls is a small flat area that is particularly sensitive.  I knew when my tongue found it when He moaned His pleasure.  I worked there for a little and pumped His cock with my hand when He directed me to do so..  He guided me up to His balls, telling me to lick and nibble them.  Afraid of hurting Him, I was being very gentle about it.  He told me to nip at them harder.  His response again told me I was on the right track.  
	"Now, grasp the head firmly and pull the skin back and put it in your mouth."  I did as He instructed and rewarded when I heard His quick intake of breath and felt His cock dance against my tongue.  
	His last instruction was to go from one thing to another...vary all the things He'd just showed me.  I licked the ‘sweet spot' with my hand gripping His cock.  I moved from there to balls to cock...licking, biting, sucking them all.  
	He surprised me when He told me to stop.  I thought I was doing something wrong.  He hadn't cum and, for His own reasons, decided He wasn't going to this time.  I didn't really take it personally but felt I had let Him down.  
	He told me later - as He had in a previous email - that He didn't have to cum in order for me to please Him.  He said His pleasure didn't come from that alone...that having me naked, bound, and bent to His will was in itself very pleasurable.  Perhaps this had been His way of showing me this.  I still, however, look forward to another opportunity.

	
	.........annie

	
	
	


	
	
	