Entering the room...wearing only My lush black robe of silk...tied around Me with a red sash of silk...and red sandals...On My robe, above My heart, My emblem, a large "B", embroidered in red silk thread...My moderately long rich dark hair wavy and almost to My shoulders...My lean hard body exuding raw power...My features clear and clean-cut...My dark eyes aflame with the intensity of My passion...focused energy clear...an animal power and grace in My motions...a quiet confidence that shows...calmly surveying the room and announcing in a firm voice for A/any to hear:...

I am Barrister...I have come to take My collared slave 'lil o to serve Me in this room. I await you My slave. Come to Me now 'lil o. Kneel before your Master!

She enters quietly, her lush breasts exposed and unfettered. Her exquisitely small waist is bare to display a concave tummy, and her skin smooth and evenly tanned. A black thong, encased by a red coquettish garter belt, enhances her curvacious ass. Her long smoothly rounded legs, covered with silk black hose,end in 4 inch black patent heels.

Her new collar is a special gold alloy, heavily inlaid all in diamonds. Master Barrister's emblem is deeply engraved in it...a large "B's"...to identify 'lil o as His slave....and that is inset with rubies to color it red...as is His name.

On her slim wrists and ankles she wears bracelets made of several layers
of leather (each layer being fairly thin, so that the total is no more
than the thickness of a finger.) They have clasps, which function
like a padlock when closed, that can be opened by a small key, possessed
only by her Master, Barrister. Imbedded in the layers of leather,
directly opposite the lock, a snugly-fitting metal ring, which allows
one to get a grip on the bracelet, or for attachments. A necessity since
the bracelets fit too snugly, although not so tight as to be the least
painful, to slip any bond inside their caress.

Her beautiful face, and her demure blue-green eyes portray total submission. Her waist-length blonde hair, falls straight down her slender back to her ass. Her movements are graceful and lithe, with a cat-like femininity, and a certain shy
eroticism. Her smile is a dazzling white, as she greets her Master with
a deep respectful curtsey. Kneeling at His feet, she bends to kiss
each. Then, straightening and parting her knees to shoulder width, she places her hands
behind her back, crosses the wrists, and lowers her head in complete submission to Him, and awaits His command.

I turn My eyes to you as you enter, and seeing your Master and hearing His command, you come to Me and kneel at My feet...I watch waiting until you are in position and still...then slowly walking around you as you hold your position obediently...inspecting My property...My slave...

.....loving the feel of Your eyes on me...knowing that I am Your property through and through...that You intend to use me hard tonight....feeling exceptionally Mastered by You...holding my pose so tightly that each curve shows my tightened musculature...hardly breathing....holding so still.....frightened by Your silence...waiting to jump at Your command...my new collar heavy around my throat...Your collar...proudly wearing it...for You!

Pulling out My cat...about a foot and a half long tails of rawhide...handcrafted, the grip carved to fit My hand and no Other...flipping it with a smooth motion of My wrist so that the tails lightly caress your exquisite body...letting you know My intentions to whip you My slave in public...smiling as your eyes reveal your understanding...knowing that you know and are preparing yourself...

....my eyes are wide open as I feel Your whip play with my body, and they widen in deep understanding, as the whip snakes over me, sending chills throughout me, my head going back slowly, as I take a deep breath...a breath of excitement....a breath to dispel the fear...a breath to regain my courage...

Now slave...rise and go to the center of the room. Go to where the spreader bar hangs down. I wish to secure your wrists to it for this whipping. Let all see how a pure pleasure slave serves her Master. Hold nothing back slave, and assume the position as commanded.

Watching you with My steady gaze as you hear My words and immediately rise to obey...not a trace of hesitation in your body dispite the knowledge you have of what is to come....

...knowing that I am pleasing Him....and wanting only to please Him...I rise quickly...and walk to the suspended bar...and hold my little wrists for their immolation...knowing that His power over me is total...knowing that I cannot withhold anything from Him...I close my eyes...for a moment...readying myself for this total subjugation of my will....this hard use that He has promised me...and standing there...hearing Him approach me...I know that I can endure this....for Him!

Smiling and pleased by your obedience, although expecting nothing less, I take your right wrist and using the leather bracelet and a special clip from My robe, I quickly fasten it to the right end of the spreader bar...then taking a couple of steps to the other end....attaching your left wrist in the same manner...then pulling out a black ball-gag to match your thong...ease it into your small mouth...and using the straps...tightly fasten it on, pulling the black ball deep into your mouth as I do...the straps going around your head to buckle and along either side of your nose and over the top of your head to a second buckle in the back...pulling it tight before finishing and stepping back to admire My property...ready now for her whipping to begin...

...without trepidation, ...yet...., I stand completely immobile as You click my right wrist to the bar, and follow suit with the left. I am surprised by the black rubber ball gag...as You hold it for a moment against my lips...but, I willingly open my mouth wide for its insertion. As You insert it, my eyes search Yours, for encouragement. The gag tastes dry, and rubbery, but as my teeth close around it, I am pleased that its look pleases You, and that You will not have to hear my screams, should there be any. I wish for all to be perfect for You, and bend my head this way and that to facilitate your process of putting on the gag and its straps...I stand helplessly waiting for Your whip....

Assuming a stance very close to a fencing position...My feet apart...the one nearest My slave towards her...the other foot to the side...My knees slightly bent...the cat in My right hand, holding it firmly near the base...beginning lightly...aiming at the top half of your ribcage to the right of the spine...and then swinging the tails of the cat easily forward and overhead and watching as the tips land their first kiss on My slave's bare back...her body jerking as they do...

...hearing the telltale whistle of the cat...I tighten my muscles in avid expenctancy...and, as the blow lands on my ribcage and back, I inhale quickly, absorbing the pain...my nose making that peculiar sound that it makes when I breathe quickly and am thoroughly gagged. My eyes close, as my head rears back. My entire body flinches, and my asscheeks clench tightly. My left foot, in remonstrance of the pain, lifts...and then stamps innefectually...to cope with the pain. I am a piece of erotic femininity, bound, gagged...and now, whipped by her Master...I accept the pain, and once more relax into the bonds.....

Watching as your left foot evidences the effect of the tails sting...Waiting for you to settle back down
before whipping you again...aiming now for the bottom half of the ribcage to the right of the spine...swinging the cat and its stinging tails forward and smoothly onto the target and watching as again My slave's bound body reveals the pain she has just received....

...first the whistle...and then the splatt...sounding so innocent...a sound that does not connote the pain associated with such a sound, my head rearing back again...the small fingers opening and closing above the bracelets...fingers reaching for above...finding a way to articulate the pain...my bottom wagging...the left foot lifting and stamping once again...alone in my pain...eyes tightly shut...then opening to stare at my own fingers imprisoned so far above my head...lowering my head....

My gaze even and calm as I watch you register the as yet light pain you feel...light as compared to that yet to come...My breathing even as yet...a trace of excitment creeping into My body though...as I watch My sexy pleasure slave display her talented service...Changing My position to whip your other side...aiming now for the area above the ribcage and to the left of the spine....and swinging the cat's stinging tails again accurately into My slave's bared back...slowly reddening now as the third blow has fallen....

...braced again for the next stroke, I restrain myself from turning around, knowing that the next is coming soon, the whistle....the splatt...somehow knowing where He was going to strike, made it a little more bearable. My body jolts with the impact, and I still manage to hold my groans. My cunt is beginning to betray me already, as I feel the wetness begin between my legs...my right foot raises only slightly...and falls gently to the floor, and I manage to keep my head still. My breathing is slightly labored, and my back burns steadily. Where the whip has curled onto my ribcage, the burn is greater there, and I concentrate on the pleasure my Master must be receiving from whipping my lovely curves....

My breathing a little quicker now....the time now less for you to settle and await the next strike...noting the taletell droop of your head....aiming now the tails for the bottom half of the ribcage to the left of the spine...and maintaining the force of the blows...sending the fourth strike to land as aimed...a sensual rhythmic flow now established to the whipping...the dance of the Master and the slave well begun...

...another quick intake of air through my nose, as my head rears back...the total of the blows only four...yet, my back hurting...knowing it to be reddening...knowing that He has held back substantially...as he "warms" His slave...holding back the sounds...not moaning...breathing unsteadily now...muscles tense...absorbing His pain...holding my right foot up...crossing it behind my left...letting it slide down my hose, as if polishing my shoe...resting it back on the floor...enthralled by the tense feelings around me....looking around me, now..over my shoulder at Him...beseeching Him with my eyes...but, also telling Him to continue...that His slave is ready....that she is resigned to His pain...

Pulling out two clothespins and walking over to My drooping slave...using My left hand to hold the cat while My right squeezes and teases her right nipple to full bloom before clamping it with a clothespin...turning to her left nipple and teasing it...and as it perks up...clamping it with the other clothespin...stepping back and taking the cat again firmly in My right hand...Changing My stance now to use a backhand stroke...and intensifing the strength of the swings...sending the fifth one ahead and landing it on My slave's right upper ribcage area, to the right of her spine...a moderately hard blow...repeating now the pattern on her back...for more effect...

...sensing a lull in the sounds...I see You coming to me...and see the clothespins...and moan out in despair...watching as You affix it to my perky right nipple after You tease it to attention...the pain quick and oh, so specific on my little nipple...then the other nipple...standing to attention for You, and suddenly it too is captured in the little jaws. Both nipples being nibbled at constantly now...hurting...hearing the cat...tensing my body...whish...splatt...moaning lightly...biting down on the hard black rubber gag...my head back...my ass wriggling from side to side...the right foot up...and down as quickly as it came up...the pain building now...

Watching as your right foot and the wiggle of the clothspins on your pert nipples signal your pain at the
blow...My breathing faster, the blood in My veins rushing now....swinging in rhythm the tails forward for the sixth
time...the tails' stinging caress landing on My slave's right lower ribcage area...another backhand strike...the red now deepening on My slave's back...her mouth showing her bared white teeth around the black ball that gags her so well...O/our dance in full swing now...O/our passion growing...

...My moans and twistings as the blow lands on my red back showing my body's outrage at what is being done to it...my left foot up...again..held...then stamping down hard...my nipples feeling the brunt of my movements...nibbling harder..on the steely hardened points...hard from the pain of the clothespins...hard...from the sensual dance between a Master and His punished slave...wetness peeking out between the lips between my legs...glistening...pearly...my pinioned wrists hurting...my body tense...then relaxed again...as I wait for Your next stroke of fire....

A sweet sensual rhythm...smoothly forward the tails fly and land..the seventh blow....this one on My slave's upper left ribcage area...My ears detecting the hiss she makes even through her tight gag as the tails complete their stinging caress again...building a slightly faster pace now as My slave dances for her Master....the clothspins an erotic signal of the pain sweeping her body at each blow...her foot and head also speaking fully that which her gagged mouth cannot....whispering to My sensual slave...

Dance My slave...dance the dance of a slave for her Master as the moon's light fills this room...it is just you and I slave...yet the night has many eyes My 'lil o...

...Yet another blow adds to the pain...my heaving breasts and clenched teeth, all signals...but, none more than the hiss of breath...as I strive to gain air...my feet drumming on the floor now...my nipples bouncing...the striating cuts...burning me...my pinioned wrists hurting...the pain growing and growing...His pain...loving that He bestows His pain on my body...my body...that is His now...for I am His chattel...I am owned...and a Master may do what He wishes with what is owned...the pain starting add to the dimension of serving Him...loving the service I provide...loving His pain...moaning softly now...breathing easier...facing the pain...embracing the pain....

Sending and landing the eighth blow...this time the tails sting My slave's left lower ribcage area, completing a second sweep...her moans now audible through the gag...Changing My stance again...starting the third sweep...strong swings now....overhead this time...the ninth blow landing on My slave's red upper right ribcage area...Dancing with My slave in the moon's light...the room seemingly empty save for a Master and His slave...

...as the eighth and ninth blow find their way to my back...I grope through the dark forest of the pain...to find the glen of light...seeking it...needing it...my breasts on fire now from the clothespins held so perkily by my aching nipples...and then...the forest receedes...and the glow comes to me...my head staying back...eyes closed...the writhing of my hips...no longer writhing...but a bucking...moving forward and back...feeling the wondrous feelings that only a beloved submissive of a perfect Master feels...moaning steadily...hips moving slowly...back and fro...back and fro....

Sweet sensual rhytmic swings...the tenth hits hard on My slave's right lower ribcage area now...and then the eleventh blow hits her full on her top left ribcage area...the force strong...the blows quicker...she is in full slave dance...the erotic twists and jerks of her sexy body powering the blood now rushing through My body...My heart is pounding now...My breathing hard...a Master is in full dance as well...His slave does not dance alone...

...loving the sounds that His whip makes on my body, and hearing His heavy breath...my breath is matched...as I twist and undulate...taking the full weight of my body on my wrists...my head constantly back...as I savor the pain in my nipples...on my back...on my ribcage...loving each blow...moaning steadily in the throes of my passion....underneath the feminine facade...the whipped slave...the owned slave...released from herself...brought down...down...and yet further down...by the Master...her Owner...sweat glistening from her body...liquid excitement running down her left thigh...proof positive that she is in His complete thrall...moaning....

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

And now the twelth and final blow of this series....landing hard on My slave's lower left ribcage area...her back a deep red...long lines crisscrossing its full surface....laying down the flogger...taking out the special light whip...the one for that special time....it is time to whip My slave's breasts...time to take her to her lowest depths...walking to her I take her long blonde hair in My left hand and pull her head back...sending her breasts upwards...tying a cord to her hair and then buckling a belt around her waist...tying the cord to it...using it to hold My slave's head back by her hair...her breasts fully ready now for the caress of My special light whip...

...having gone through the agony and out on the other side, I know that I am naked and palpitating for His whip, as I feel the twelfth stroke...burning and searing into my back...my nipples hard...hurting...sending waves of pleasure through me...the whip the center of my being...my lovely slenderness...swinging from my wrists now...lost to the pain...the pleasure...

My hair suddenly wrenched back...being tied to a cord around my waist...my tits shaking with a volition that is not my own...seeing the special breast whip...needing more pain...loving His pain...surrendering myself to the sensuous pain...knowing that all that I have wanted to feel now lays in His hand...the special whip....moaning steadily...hips moving...back and forth...so excited....eyes drunkenly half open....

Stepping back...weighing the whip...aiming carefully...your eyes safely out of danger with your head pulled back...and then starting the final waltz with My slave...using a smooth even motion...first from My right, striking her beautiful exposed breasts in a swing that rakes across them from her left breast to her right...then backhanded...from My left, striking her right breast and on across her left....back and forth...once....twice...three times....four times....five times....her head wild but held in place...her magnificent breasts in full dance...the clothspins now kncked loose and gone....six...seven....eight...her eyes rolling in her head...her feet almost still....she seems limp....nine...ten....eleven...and then....the finale...a twelth set of criss-cross strikes...and the dance is at its glorious end....My slave hanging limp by her wrists...her eyes rolled back in her head....I know that now her body is in the full grasp of the endorphins that she so craves...down...down...down slave have I taken you...you are there now slave...and the dance...O/our dance...the dance of a magnificent slave with her Master is at its end....as the light of the moon plays across your body...your Master's moonlight serenade to His slave comes to its end...