slipping in quietly....needing some time to reflect....busy since MASTER GITANO has left...fufilling all of my tasks that He has left me...but now....it is quiet...things are settling....and the loneliness is creeping in.....so i sit here now and transport myself back to the night before He left....to the gift that He left me...now wishing to share those moments with W/whoever desires to read them......~closing my eyes softly....wandering driftlessly back....~

sitting at MASTER GITANO's feet quietly....listening to the television....to His breathing....acutely aware of His presence next to me...of the dwindling time left with Him...my heart and soul heavy...my mind racing.....

He suddenly turns off the television and orders me to get His blue carry bag....~smiling wickedly...as i know His blue carry bag has many of the tricks of His trade inside~....i quickly rise and move into His room to get His bag....bringing it back to Him and once again kneeling at His feet...my eyes intently upon Him the entire time.....

He pulls out the leather wrist restraint that He has just had made for me....placing my wrists in each of the clasps....taking the leather through the ring in my collar....pulling me up to my feet by the leather.....and taking me over to the wrought iron railing that leads up the stairs.....fastening the leather restraints....pulling through my collar...above my head and fastening me there....my back to Him...looking at the railing....my heart racing like a thunderstorm....knowing that this is what i have been patiently waiting for....working so very hard to earn His reward...

He leans in closely behind me...His hot breath upon my neck and ear and He whispers to me in that deep Masterful voice, What are you thinking paula?.....what is it that you want?....and why are you breathing so hard?...as He chuckles......

i answer softly i am thinking that this is where i belong MASTER GITANO....at Your hand...at Your mercy...Your slave...willing to do anything for You....and i long to wear Your marks....marks that will remain until You come home in one month....

my mind is racing...wondering what will happen next....i am still fully clothed...wondering..why did He not make me disrobe...what has He planned for me...until suddenly...i feel the sting of the whip across my ass....sucking air deeply...it has been sometime since i have been permitted the whip...the first lash brings back rushes of wonderful memories....but the initial pain makes me flinch...but then my soul sings as He whips me once again...and then again....

Suddenly....i feel my shirt being pulled up roughly over my head....enveloping my entire head...blocking all vision...as if a hood had been placed over my face...blocking everything out....making me focus purely on the sound of the whip....the feel of the air as the instruments fly through the air on their journey to taste my submissive skin...

now suddenly....it stops...i hear my Master moving about....wondering what will come next...anticipating His move....desiring His touch....then suddenly...a new sensation as i feel the gentle swish of the horse hair whip....the first i have been permitted to taste this...He turns me around...my breasts exposed...the horse hair gently caressing my nipples...then suddenly...lashing down upon them.....GOD...the taste of this fine whip...such a contrast to the leather that i love....still blinded to what He is doing as yet another sensation occurs....the harsh lash of the dowel rod...hearing it cut through the air as i feel it hard on my breasts.....sucking in air....then suddenly...as He pulls up hard on the nipple...and cuts up under the breast with the dowel....my knees begin to tremble....my mind races....my soul cries out for release....the hand of my Master.....

His deep voice questioning....What is the matter paula?....can't you catch your breath?....How do you like the contrast of the whips?...The taste of the new whip?....my knees feeling as if they want to buckle....but wanting more as i answer..yes Master...i love it...love whatever You give me....whatever it is that You wish....

suddenly once again...i am turned around...facing the railing.....my bottoms being pulled down quickly....now totally exposed to my Master....every bit of flesh...HIS flesh...HIS body to use...however He desires....His slave....at His mercy.....

again...as the whip...the lovely gift from Sir Sparehawk...the whip that i so love....begins a slow and steady lashing....listening to it cut through the air....feeling it before my face...as He teases me with it....quick, hard swings....not making contact...just allowing me to smell the leather before me...feel it cutting through the air...listening to the whistle it creates....wet with anticipation of when He will again bring it down upon me...

a hard lash across my back...once...twice...three times consecutively..hard...as i wince....then a hard THWACK across my ass with what feels like the leather paddle.....then once again a barraged with the whip across the small of my back...the leather tendrils wrapping around my sides and grasping at my nipples.....the tears welling in my eyes....crying out in pain...in pleasure...a mixture of the two....

His voice commanding...you'd better stifle those cries slut....i don't want the neighbors to hear you.......biting into my hands so as not to cry out loudly....as the whip continues....then feeling three hard WHACKS across my ass....the last one hurting more than i ever felt anything....biting into my hand...my hands secured as i lift my mouth to my fastened hand....my knees beginning to buckle....Get up slave!!!...He commanded....as i try and straighten...

the whip coming down across my hot ass....once again...feeling three hard WHACKS across my ass...this time thin WHACKS....feeling the wooden dowel....the last a hard swing...hearing the break of the wood....

gasping loudly...tears streaming down my face....far far away...zoning deeply...loving where He has taken me...my place....at the hand of my Master....my soul lifted...joining Him...His dance...His hand...His slave....lifting up on my tiptoes as the pain soars through my body...my buttocks feeling as if they are on fire....the pain searing over my back...my thighs hot with welts as suddenly....i feel MASTER GITANO's hands rubbing the ice across the hot welts....rubbing the ice lovingly across my back....across the welts which He so lovingly gave to me...now cooling them down...taking care of me....in my utmost submissive state....touching the body that He owns...caring for it as only a Master can...

as He slowly removes the shirt down from my face...looking into the tear stained face of His slave....slowly releasing the leather bindings....brining my hands down before me....removing the restraints from my collar....caressing my wrists to be sure that i the leather restraint has not cut into me....taking me close into His chest....and embracing me...

whispering into Your chest.....thank You Sir....oh thank You.......tears still streaming down my face...as you have given me the gift that i long for....the reward that you know i desire....the pleasure & pain from Your hand.....You command...Look in the mirror at Your marks...i believe they will be there upon my return in one month....as i walk to the mirror and assess the wonderful bruises....deep purple welts the size of my fist on each buttock....a hard knot on each side....as i smile

as i begin to put away the restraints....and take the whips to place them away....W/we find the broken dowel rod.....laughing at having to once again...move up in width...discussing the pleasure of feeling the whip and dowel together....as You alternated each....the wonderful horse hair whip....the excitement of not being able to see what You were about to do.......suddenly slipping once again into a state of nirvana.....all at Your loving hands....the hands that i so adore....the hands that i live for....my Master....MASTER GITANO....

slipping silently back out of my state of reminiscing....taking a deep breath....missing Him terribly....taking a glimpse of my still fresh bruises....touching my collar lovingly.....and returning to the room and it's surroundings about me...