entering, grabbing My cue from behind the bar

racking up a full set ..... stretching; rolling My shoulders

taking several warm up strokes ....... rearaing back .....Crrraaaack!

watching with dispassionate detachment as the pack spreads ..... noting the dropping of the five and seven into pockets...

attentively brushing chalk onto the French leather tip .... circling the table clockwise ..... spreading feet .... shoulder width ...... left foot slightly forward ..... bending at the waist ...... upper arm straight back, parallel to the floor ..... cue rubbing against chin as miniscule adjustments are made ........ Craacck!

seeing the four pocketed, the cueball stopping dead .... then backing up, picking up speed as it travels the length of the table to rest against the head rail...

lining up for the two ...... shaft sliding back and forth in a closed loop formed by thumb and forefinger .... anchored by the remaining fingers forming a tripod on the soft green felt...

quietly entering...sheer red cat suit..snuggly hugging my form....revealing my ample breasts.........long wavy brown hair...shining in the fire light.......catching the glimmers of my thick black collar.....raising my hand.....running my fingers along the silver chain.....resting my finger on the large ring........smiling hello...deep respectful curtsy to A/all...

releasing softly ..... cueball slicing the two into the corner pocket ....... striking the rail, rebounding and stopping, energy spent....

not wanting to disturb Your concentration.......quietly walking towards the pool table.......lowering myself to my knees before You.....head lowered.....hands folded behind my back......

studying the one closely ..... evaluating the possibilities ...... stopping to chalk...

quietly kneeling.....

turning to line up for the six ..... almost running into you...

Move back ...

scuffeling backwards on my knees.....clearing room for Your shot........

bending over ...... aiming low and off center ..... elevating the cue butt slightly ...... releasing ..... giving an almost imperceptable nod of satisfaction as the shot is made and the cue lines up on the one with a slight angle ...... walking to the bench ..... reaching into My bag ..... removing wristlets and anklets ...... tossing them on the floor in front of you ......

Strip and put these on...

studying the eight .... a long bank the only possibility without a breakout...

cheeks flushing.......silently rising to me feet.....sliding the thin straps off my shoulders....smoothing the sheer catsuit off.......bending down......picking up the wristlets......clasping one on my right wrist.....then the left......picking up the anklets...adjusting the buckles....feeling a surge of apprehension......swallowing hard........lowering myself back to my knees...naked....feeling so exposed....

reaching into My pocket .... pulling out two clasps connected with a swivel ...... clasping your wrists together behind your back... grasping your chin .... saying with dentist-like efficiency

Open...

hearing the sound of the clasps clinking as they secure my hands behind me......causing my shoulders to pull back.....forcing my breasts to jut out....my nipples darkening....standing erect....looking up at You.....hearing Your command........instictively following You order....parting my lips.......opening my mouth.....

taking the chalk ...... placing it against your lower inscisors .....

Close.

softly lowering my teeth down onto the chalk......careful not to let my tounge touch it.....eyebrows raised.....looking up at You

turning to survey the table ..... glancing back at you momentarily .... returning My attention to the table, lip corners curling slightly upward...

kneeling naked.......hands clasped behind me......wondering what He is thinking.......racing thoughts ......rushing through my mind....finding it difficult to swallow.....concentrating on keeping the chalk in my teeth

circling the table clockwise ...... having chosen My path ... stopping .... turning to you ...... extending the cue .... so that the tip is six inches from your nose... waiting expentantly...

forcing one knee in front of the other...making my way closer to the cue......steadying my head carefully.....aiming my mouth towards the cue....making an attempt to land the chalk to the target....feeling the tip land on my cheek.....stableizing myself once again.....slowly guiding my clenched teeth towards the cue......connecting with the tip......turning my head....back and forth......feeling the chalk dust......setteling on my wet lips

rotating the shaft slowly as you carefully brush the chalk onto the tip ........ waiting until your eyes meet mine ..... nodding approval...

looking into Your steel blue eyes......wanting to smile.....finding it difficult to....clenching my teeth on the chalk....lowering my head.....acknowledging Your approval....

stepping in...nodding to The Baron...green eyes curiously watching...His pool practice...

returning to the table .... bending for the shot ..... then straightening .... looking back at you ..... placing the cue in the rack ..... walking behind you .... reaching into the bag ..... removing a long length of silk parachute cord...

my heart pounding......increasing sense of excitement....overpowering me..........spying the cord from the corner of my eye......

looping the rope twice around your torso ... passing just under your breasts ..... tying with a bowline knot just to the left or your spine ..... then continuing with two loops above your breasts ..... again securing with a knot in the back .... then passing under the lowwer loops .... going between your breasts to your left shoulder .... looping around your the back of your neck .... tightening ..... back between your breasts in a variation of the Japanese Shinju style ...... retracing My steps three times .... tightening each time ...... creating an inverted V ...... then looping clockwise around your right breast ..... tightenning .... looping again ..... tightening ...... looping again ..... passing the cord through the o-ring of your collar, and back down to circle your left breast in the same fashion .... back through the o-ring, and down under the other loops .... finally tying a sheepshank around the two major loops .... drawing them together ..... pressing hard into both the top and bottom of your breasts...

remaining still........feeling the cord tightening around and around my breasts......frenzied desires taking me to new heights......the pressure of the cord......knotting around my breasts.....causing them to stand at attention for You.....Your hands brushing against me as You tie the knots......causing my sex to ache with desire

stepping back ..... admiring My handiwork .... retrieving My cue ..... bending over the table .... pocketing the one .... bringing the cueball back three inches... turning to you .... pointing to the corner pocket ..... up on the rail, slave...

struggeling to my feet.....hands clasped behind me.....feeling the tightness of the knots.......closing around my ample breasts.....standing before the table.....turning......lifting myself to my tip toes......setting my smooth ass onto the rail.......hearing the clanking of the anklets as my feet dangle off the ground

walking behind you .... lifting your right leg onto the rail ..... tying the anklet to the leather pocket ..... bringing your left leg onto the side rail ..... fastening it to the side pocket ....... stretching you open ...... bending over your right leg ... lining up the bank .... glancing back at the pocket ..... smiling as I see your trimmed sex glistening above the pocket ..... focusing on the black object ball...

gasping softly......feeling my legs being spread......exposing my ever willing pussy.....eyeing the cue......steadying myself......knowing my wettness is obvious

stroking slowly several times ..... cue running across your leg and under My chin ...... then pulling back softly ..... holding ...... Craaack! ..... eight hitting the rail hard and speeding toward the decorated corner...

my legs trembling with an unswerving anxiety from the contact of the ball.....instilling a wild desire throughout my body......

the ball finds its mark .... making slight contact with your lower vulva ..... and hitting the back of the pocket hard .... sending vibrations up into your sex ...... raising My arms in victory, bathing in the wild cheers of the imaginary crowd...

gritting my teeth into the chalk.....my head tilting back.........feeling my desire........my legs open.....exposed......the moist glistening of my folds......apparrent on the ball

breaking down the cue .... placing it into the hard case engraved with the initials BvS .... untying your ankles .... holding out My hand under your chin to accept the chalk as I issue a command .....

Stand.

opening my mouth.......allowing the chalk to fall into Your palm.......licking my lips....wondering if they are blue.......swinging my right leg off the rail......pushing my ass off the table.......landing on my bare feet.....hands bound behind me.....standing before You......head lowered

looking you over ..... moistening My thumb and wiping away a trace of chalk dust from your lower lip.... hooking My finger through the loop of your training collar and walking into the center of the room .... looking about

following Your lead.......feeling the tugging on my collar......padding behind You......bound......aware of the tightness of the knots......stopping in the center of the room.......silently watching You.......

eying the room .... admiring the atmoshere created .... the hoists hanging above the stage ..... the rack nestled in the corner ...... the bench, barely noticeable in the shadows ..... then eyes settling on the Andreas cross attached to the red brick of the back wall ..... covered in black padded leather .... ominous .... foreboding...

Go get My bag, pet...

speaking softly.........yes Master......knowing this may be a difficult task.......slowly approaching the bag.......hands clasped behind me......a fleeting moment of turmiol.....wondering how to lift the bag.......lowering myself to my knees......gripping the handle tightly in my teeth.....pulling hard......feeling the weight of the satchel......straining my neck.......lifting the bag off the floor.......the heaviness of it..........banging against my bound breasts as i slowly walk to You.......standing before You.......still clenching the bag in my teeth......

unclasping your wrists...pocketing the clasping device...

To the cross, pet

turning my head.....eyeing the cross........wondering what is to come.....my voice trembling slightly.......yes Master...........walking quietly towards the cross.......standing in front of it.....looking up at the size

walking behind you .... taking the bag from you .... dropping it to the floor with a clatter ..... taking your left arm ..... raising it along the length of the cross .... lashing it in place ..... mouth close behing your right ear ....

Have you been a perfect sub lately?

my hand rising.........feeling the tightness binding my wrists.......Your voice almost a whisper......hearing Your words.......closing my eyes....knowing now what is to come............no Master.......i am far from perfect.....thoughts of my last lashing.......racing through my head

raising your right arm .... lashing your wrist to the other upper arm of the cross... voice streaming into your left ear...

Then what is required .... what do you need?

heaving a deep sigh...........i need to learn my lesson Master.....and i know i must be punished....wanting only to please You......thinking of my total submission to You.......holding tightly to that thought.......reaching deep into my thoughts for the zone......

adding extra lashing at your elbows .... then taking your right leg ... pulling it outward .... lashing it at the ankle and knee

Plead for your lesson, pet ..... beg for the sting of My whip...

inhaling deeply......feeling so aware.......knowing my place.......my submission......speaking softly......

please Master.....please.....i beg You......teach me the right way.....i yearn for Your touch....Your punishment.....the burn of the whip.....resting my head sideways....against the soft leather...leaning closer to it.....feeling the pressure of the knots.....gripping at my breasts

bringing your right leg out ... lashing it at the ankle and knee...

Do you need a gag, or can you withstand My ministrations gracefully?

lifting my head off the soft leather.....chills running down my spine...thinking of how humiliating the gag is to me
no Master.....i can withstand.......eyes looking at You....pleading

Very well. Each stroke .... each mark upon your body ..... brands you as Mine .... and defines your status as My submissive ..... Mine, body, mind and soul .... Mine. Let each moment of pain bring you closer to your submissive center; bringing its essence into clearer focus. Immerse yourself in that essence; it will warm you and reflect yourself back at you ...... with each stroke, I want a single word from your lips ...... "Yours". Let that one word serve as a guide for your soul...

yes Master......."Yours"..........i will obey.......thankYou......not wanting to tense my body........breathing in through my nose.......out through my mouth.......waiting for the first strike

reaching into the bag ... removing an incense burner ... placing a cone of cinammon incense within it and lighting it .... reaching around you and placing it atop the crook of the upper cross arms ..... reaching into the bag again and removing My Flaggelarium; a three inch wide strap of belt leather attached to the end of an axe handle .... swinging it behind you in wide vertical circles .... several with each arm

straining to see behind me.......feeling an ache in me......inhaling the soft scent of the incense.......hearing the swirling sounds of the whip......concentrating on my thoughts.....focusing on my zone.......a sense of surging anxiety....testing my strength

measuring My distance .... spreading My feet to allow a solid base .... pausing to admire My tool; capable of redding the skin ... or even raising welts .... with a single stroke ...... rearing back ..... and putting My weight into the swing ..... following through to bring the handle in an arc just missing your leg .... delivering the leather to the back of your leg ... just below your ass .... with a resounding Sllllaaap!

the stinging first blow......forcing my body to jerk......resting hard against the cross.......murmering......softly.....
Yours.....

aiming higher .... centering on the right cheek of your ass ...... duplicating My swing ...... Ssssllaaap!

mustering my strength from within......forcing myself into a different zone.......feeling my submission.....proving itself.....the bite of the whip....landing on my ass....burning......breathing deeply now......my voice in a whisper......
Yours......thinking........yes....Yours Master........only Yours

admiring the immediate reddish glow of your skin marking the areas of My attention .... feeling much like a painter before his canvas .... selecting a spot between the first two ...... giving a little more shoulder into the swing...SSSllaaap!

thrusting my hips inwards.......pressing my soft velvety skin.......closer to the cross.....the crisp bite of the whip.......landing on my bronzed skin.....wanting You to hear me......speaking in a breathy tone.....

Yours..........

pausing to look at you .... stretched out on the cross ... allowing no escape or retreat from the applications of My dominance ..... aiming for your leg .... just below the red field of submissive flesh .... attemting to leave just a narrow strip of white between markings ...... SSSSllaaap! ..... allowing a soft smile as My blow lands perfectly...

feeling the accomplished strokes of the whip......sending sensations sharply through my soul........lifting my head.....my voice trembeling.......
Yours......breathing in.........exhaling slowly

moving to the other side .... measuring again ..... hefting the axe handle in My other hand ..... loving the wooshing sound it makes as it approaches its target.... delivering two more strokes, in the same area but reversing the order of locations...

Ssslllaap!

SSsllaaap!

grimacing a moan.......the burning flesh......the sting....my thoughts whirling.......closing my eyes........letting my mind wander into the darkness....
panting......a unsteady voice....
Yours......

rearing back...

SSSlllaap!

gasping loudly.......the crack of the whip sending me into the depths of my trust......my submission......my desire to please You.....regaining my thoughts......allowing my parched lips to speak..
Yours....

delivering blow number eight....

SSSllllaaap!

relaxing my muscles for a fleeting moment....between strikes......then feeling the now familiar bite......the burning.......overpowering my flesh......mustering my thoughts.....softly sighing.......
Yours.......

dropping the flogger onto My bag .... standing behind you .... kneading the reddened flesh with strong finger ..... pressing ....... adding the sensation of My insistant touch to the hotness of the flesh.... then reaching into the bag .... taking out a first aid icepack ..... shaking it, mixing the chemicals ...... letting it reach maximun coldness .... then pressing it firmly onto the small of your back ..... letting your boddy tense, then relax ...... moving it down across crimson epidermis ...... cooling the skin of your ass and upper legs ..... each new placement bringing the same tenseness...

jerking forward into the cross.....feeling the cold sensation on my burning flesh......sighing softly.......smiling inwardly.....my senses heightened.....regressing back into the depths of my thoughts.....my submission to You.......swaying my reddened ass against Your hand........enjoying the coolness

dropping the icebag .... lowering Myself to the floor ... reaching into the bag .... pulling out a clamp with a precisely measured silver chain attached, along with a shorter on ..... sitting on the floor, facing the center of the room ..... bringing My head between your legs ..... taking long slow lick along the inner lips, swollen and fully open, like a tulip peeling back its soft petals to the sun...

feeling Your tounge sweeping against my swollen folds......the excitement electrifying my soul.......my heart pounding savagely.....

fingers pressing open the adjustable clamp ..... running along the tiny serrated inner teeth ....... as I move to your clit ..... tracing small circles around it ..... clockwise ...... then counterclockwise ...... then pressing the flat of My tounge directly over it ......... feeling your body strain to pull away from the intense sensation .... sucking the clit slowly into My mouth ..... bringing it to maximun arousal...

steamed with a sense of overwhelming excitement.......the pressure of Your tounge......pressing hard onto my swollen clit.....my mind filling with all kinds of blissful excitement.......the sweet torture......making me feel like i am slipping.....

in an instant, My lips and tounge on your clit are replaced with the unmerciful bite of the clamp .... biting in with dogged determination ..... sending a bolt of stabbing pain to your very core ...... moving out from under you, disappearing from your sight ...... allowing your body to come to terms with its experience...

the quick surge of pain........the clamp tightening on my pink clit.....twisting my soft fleshy buttocks.....back and forth.....thinking this will ease the pinching .....balling my hands into a fist...not wanting to scream....resting my head against the cross.......taking in a deep breath....allowing my body to go limp......trying not to center my thoughts on the clamp.....

reaching around you ..... taking the longer length of chain ...... pulling down on your collar o-ring .... and clipping it on; knowing that any jerk of your body or head will be transferred into a hard tug of the clamp ..... taking the shorter length of chain .... attaching a silver bell ..... weighing exactly six ounces.... slowly letting My hand down ..... the chain and clamp and clit now bearing the full weight...

my throbbing clit..........everagitated...........feeling the weight of the chain.....moving slightly....hearing the bell jingle.....pain surging through my body......remaining still.....legs spread......my pussy dripping......... with pain and pleasure....my head leaning forward slightly......carefully .....holding my position perfectly still

reaching into the bag again .... removing the "Black Scourge" .... a French-whipped handle with looped nylon
tresses of varied thicknesses and random knot patterns .... also removing a ball gag .... just in case ...... stepping back and measuring ........ delivering with a flick of the wrist at the last second....

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

my legs trembeling......grateful of the restraints now.....holding me
upright.....clenching my teeth......feeling the forceful blow.......my flesh on
fire......my thoughts racing with desire.......and remorse......the blow forcing out a
yelp!.....forcing me to jerk towards the cross...the clamp tugging mercilessly at
my pained clit....gasping for air.....murmering quietly...........

Yours......

seeing welts develop over the crimson rippling flesh ....... rearing back again...

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

my thoughts racing......knowing i must be obedient to Your wishes.....but feeling the overwhelming urge to relieve my desires.........losing myself in my own needs.....trying to hold back......feeling like i have hit the top of the roller coaster........and the only way is down.....down into my relief....my selfish wants.......

the crack of the whip.....sending me deeper into my desires.......whispering now.
Yours

bringing back My deliverer of dominance .... poised for another strike ...... aiming for the center of your ass .... twisting My body as I swing...

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

holding tight....my fists pressing hard against the cross.......my body jerking involuntarily......knowing i cannot hold on much longer......sighing.
Yours

centering behind you now ...... poised on My toes ...... bringing The Scourge into a slow, lazy, figure 8 ..... accelerating the pace, paying attention to form ..... letting the whip move forward on the downswing .....

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

hopping to the other side on the upswing .... letting it move forward again....

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

hopping from side to side, maintaining the figure 8 .... each downswing finding its mark....

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

WHOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SSSSlllllaaaapp!

going over the edge.......losing control......screaming.........my composure lost......waves of an uncontrollable orgasm.......the wettness flowing from my swollen folds....OOOoooOOhhhh.....Master........i cannot wait!.......losing my composure......riding out the waves......the gripping of the clamp......adding to the intensity....

seeing evidence of unauthorized climax ..... putting down the whip ..... pressing Myself behind you ...... biting into the top of your shoulder to give you something to focus on as I release the clamp ....... litting it drop to the floor with a tinkle ...... pressing My lips to your neck as I unlash the bindings .... one arm around your waist to support you...

leaning limp against the cross.......feeling the release of the restraints...Your teeth biting into my neck......sending the pain there.....then feeling the release of the clamp......a loud yelp escaping.........Your arm supporting me........knowing i have made a grave mistake......my clit still throbbing.....heavy panting.....trying to regain my composure.....the sweet smell of my sex filling the air about U/us..

instructing you to grasp the cross as I free your legs .... speaking as I do so

You held up well, pet .... I might as well put this ball gag into storage .... *grin* ..... but you came without permission; a trangression that will need to be addressed. You will need to be further trained in that area. That I will do Saturday.

Get U/us both a drink while I clean up...

reaching into the bag for a towel .... wiping down the cross ..... putting away all My implements ..... zipping the bag shut .....

lowering my head....speaking softly..
yes Master...
releasing my arms from the cross.....backing up a little.....feeling as though my legs are about to give out.....slowly padding my bare feet to the bar.....opening the fridge......grabbing a bottle of sammys......finding a coke for myself....turning towards the shelves......reaching up for a glass mug...pouring Your stout......placing it on a silver tray......setting my can of coke next to it......lips curling into a small frown....knowing i should not have cum...slowly walking back to You.......lowering myself to my knees.....extending the tray ......glancing back over to the cross......tingles of the incident.......rushing back into my body....my mind soaring......

taking the stout ... draining it with one lift of the glass ....

I must depart to make My presense felt on the ballfield, pet .... rest up; I'll talk to you again soon ....

reaching down and kissing your lips .... lingering a moment, then licking the tip of your nose ..... rising, flinging the bag over My shoulder, and making My exit

smiling up at You.......
yes Master....have a nice time.....i hope to see You soon.
knowing i can always leave You a message in O/our room......rubbing my nose.....feeling the tickle of Your tounge still

rising to my feet.....walking over to where i left my catsuit.....smoothing the legs back up my bronzed legs.....pulling the straps up over my shoulders.....tossing my hair.....glancing back at the cross....smiling....then shaking my head.....wondering how i could of lost control like that......turning.......heading towards the door