Remember O/our last lesson?

eyes gleaming...
yes Sir.......why do You ask?

Because I remember also.....

Barrister: Sir, what do you think of a slave who cums without her Master's permission ... in His presense?

I have an interesting proposition to discuss My Friend.
Bending down and fastening a leash to My slave's collar...

Hmmm...for any but newbie...punishable offense I think.

blushing......covering my face.....

...holding so terribly still as the Master affixes a leash to my beautiful collar...loving the sound of the chain...the click as He attaches it....

I thought so too; I think My little one needs to experience the hands of One who might not be so ... affectionate as I...

...still kneeling quietly...trying to catch each and every nuance of T/their conversation...straining my ears...yet, holding the "attention" pose...not having been released....

Hands clasped behind you, pet ... really ... I'm surprised at you

eyes widening.....looking up at You.....biting my lower lip

Barrister: I thought so too; I think My little one needs to experience the hands of One who might not be so ... affectionate as I...

folding my hands behind me now...lowering my head.....surges of anxiety overpowering my thoughts

Ahhh Sir...It is strange You mention that...My slave has learned My ways somewhat...she serves well, but it is too easy for her I think...Possibly We should do something a bit unusual tonight.

hands clasped firmly behind my back.....listening ......my heart racing.....

half-grin as I search your eyes for your meaning...

Do I perceive Your intent correctly?

...straining ever more to hear what is being said...knowing that I cannot move...canot say a word...wishing that I could calm tenasity...

Yes My Friend...I think in Your perceptive nature You have rightly discerned it. I have a leash attached to My slave's collar...would You be so good as to guide her service tonight?

...feeling more like a slave than ever, as my "use" is being discussed in public with another Master...blushing furiously....

unfolding my hands...still behind me.....wiping my sweaty palms.....gripping my fingers tightly..

Barrister's 'lil o -- Smiling wickedly down at you...and your fine shades of red...a color I do like...and not just on your ass...

...thinking about the beautiful collar that I wear....a B's in jewels upon it...now...for Barrister...but, now The Baron...shall have me for the night!

I'd be honoured, Sir....

Baron's protege tenasity: attaching a silver leash to your black collar

pet, tonight you belong to Barrister. Serve Him well; or I will be very dissapointed.

inhaling deeply........finding my zone........knowing my submission........believing calming thoughts will help

Sir, she is yours.

...hearing the exchange...blushing even more...as the two slaves are exchanged...like two pieces of chattel....

Standing up and walking over to You...leading My slave by the leash...handing it to You with a smile...and then smiling down at Your beautiful tenasity...

Yes My Friend...this should be a most interesting night for U/us A/all.

head still lowered......my eyes lookig up at You......softly speaking...
yes Master......
looking over at Barrister.....swallowing hard....

...following the Master, as He pulls on the end of my lead...knowing that the exchange has taken place, swallowing hard....taking a deep breath...I strike the same pose as before...totally at "attention"...but, now for The Baron...

taking the leash .... studying you carefully; deciding whether your attire pleases Me...

Taking the silver leash from Your hand...the exchange done...

Barrister's 'lil o -- slave...serve very well...very well.

trying not to stare......keeping my head lowered....waiting....

...feeling His eyes upon my body...and knowing that I wear very little tonight, save for a tight red thong....I hold totally still...and await His command...

...hearing my Master's voice as He speaks a final warning to me....I look up...smile....

Yes, Master Barrister, Sir....You will be pleased with the service that I shall render, Sir!

still kneeling.....waiting..........a flush of anticipation......jolting through my thoughts

Turning My attention now to you..motioning with the leash that you are to follow Me...leading you back to My chair..

It is good to get this chance to have your service this night. First...Dropping the leash so that it might follow you as you walk...

you will get Me a bottle of chilled asti spumante, a fine glass, and something for yourself.

nodding, satisfied .... turning and leading you to the stage .... not allowing you the chance to stand ....

...following my "new" Master, as He leads me up to the stage...handling the three steps with grace...yet, on all fours...I keep still awaiting His orders as He stops....

slowly rising....making my way across the room....walking behind the bar....standing on my tip toes......reaching for a fluted crystal glass......holding it to the light....checking for spots........opening the fridge.....selecting a bottle of austi spumante.....placing a linen napkin over the cork...twisting it open......POP!.......slowly pouring the effervescent wine into the crystal.....placing it and the bottle on a highly polished silver tray.....
setting a small bud vase of fresh flowers to its side.......sauntering back to You.......extending the tray........lowering my head..dropping to my knees quickly...softly speaking......Your drink Sir......

unshouldering My bag .... dropping it to the stage with a clash... turning to you ....

Slave, the lovely crimson color is draining somewhat ... go to the back wall and select something for Me to bring it back to your fine alabaster flesh...

Watching you as you serve...learning of you...accepting the tray...setting it on the table...taking the glass in My leather-gloved right hand...raising it and sipping slowly...watching you now as you kneel at My feet...speaking quietly to you...

Tell Me your dress for this night in your words.

opening the bag ..... taking out several lengths of piping ..... twisting two together into a joint equipped with an eyehook .... adding elbows to the ends .... screwing in longer sections on each side .... then two more joints .... and two more longer sections .......

...startled from the crash of His bag...and flinching slightly....my lashes blink quickly as I listen to His command...and seek to understand each word...but, knowing that He refers to my "slave-coloring" which are noticibly absent from my body now, I quickly go without rising, as I have not been "released" and peruse the selection available on the back wall. I select a fine English rattan cane, whose "arrow-straight" construction I verify by eyeing it up, before I return to the Master. I stay on all fours...putting the cane in my mouth. Once by Him....I "hand" Him the cane...putting it into His hand....and resume my "attention" stance....

blushing slightly.....black high heels Sir........and a
....form fitting short black skirt............ a sheer lowcut black body suit......
pausing.....reaching up....running my crimson nails along the silver chain of my thick black leather collar....tossing my long brown wavy hair....... ......rose colored lips.....curling into an soft smile....relaxing abit now......aqua eyes looking up at You intently.....

...through lowered lashes I watch Him intently as He puts together the bits of piping...and realize that here is a Master who even carries His own instruments for "taming" a slave!

taking the came from you .... smiling

A fine selection ..... this will do nicely

returning to My project .... adding caps at the ends, complete with eyehooks ...... glancing up at the hoists .... pausing for a moment to see Barrister considering the possibilities with My little one...

...as He takes the cane from my delicate crimson mouth, I nod my head in respect...

Thank You, Master

...my mind quickly drifts to my Master's admonition to serve The Baron well, and I steel myself for His treatment of Barrister's slave....

Smiling down at you...taking My crop and placing it under your delicate chin...raising your eyes up to My own...My intensity rekindling for what is to come...

I like the long hair slave. And the clothes fit you well.
But tonight, you need much less to wear to serve well.
Strip for Me to a black thong and heels, and then stand straight and tall, head high, eyes straight ahead, for My inspection. I wish to see your beauty fully.

rising to my feet.....cheeks flushed into a deep pink hue.....unzipping the back of my skirt......wiggeling my hips from side to side.....allowing the silky skirt to drop at my feet......pulling at the shoulder of my body suit......sliding the stretchy material off my shoulders.....tugging down.......exposing my bronzed generous breasts.....nipples instinctively aroused.....sliding the suit off.....over my soft fleshy ass.....standing tall before You.....dressed only in a black thong.......feeling so exposed....so vunerable......inhaling deeply.......looking forward......waiting for Your inspection

grasping the short cross-section ... standing it up, reaching up and latching it onto the hoist ... letting the doorway shaped frame, seven feet in height and four feet in width, dance and dangle freely ..... stepping across to the wall, turning the winch to lower the frame to rest upon the floor. Returning to the stage, removing leather wrist and ankle restraints .... dropping them on the floor before you .....

You will put those on for Me, little one...

...seeing the doorway shaped frame take form...and marveling at its ingenuity, I wait patiently for His command, and when it comes, I flinch from the sound of the wrist and ankle restraints dropped before me. I kneel back on my heels and add His restraints to the one that are always worn on my ankles and wrists, as I cannot remove them without Master Barrister's key. Once they are satisfactorily tight, I kneel upright once more...part my knees shoulder width, place my little wrists behind my back, cross them, pull my shoulders back so that my large breasts are presented invitingly, and lower my head submissively.....

Rising up...your head at My chest...sipping My champagne as I begin a slow walk around your very revealed form...inspecting My slave for the night...thinking you are very exquisite indeed...satisfied...picking up the bottle of champagne and your silver leash...turning and walking towards the back stage...

Come slave...I have the stage prepared for your service to Me.

Smiling even as My eyes flash...beginning slow smoulder...

chuckling at the double restraints ... having noticed only a red thong earlier .... shrugging, thinking now I'll be able to bind a wrist to itself .... a possible bdsm first .... shaking the frivolity from My head .... reaching up and pulling down two cables .... one on each side of the frame ..... attaching them to the eyehooks protruding from the sides, at waist level ....

feeling the tug on my collar......quietly following You.....trying to peek a glimpse of the stage...and what's to come........padding bare foot behind You....my ample breasts swaying ever so slightly.....

...shamed at not having mentioned the previous restraints to Him and hearing His chuckle and seeing His whimsical look, I steal a quick glance at my Master Barrister and The Baron's protege tenasity, wishing that I could present myself with the same humility as she, thinking that I shall have to be on "best" behavior to satisfy my new Master for the night, The Baron.....

Moving quickly so that the leather fringe I wear swings freely about...mounting the stage, My boots loud on the wood...mindful that your Master, The Baron, wants training for you...certain in my purpose to provide it...stopping as you join Me on the stage...letting you see what I have prepared...a 1" diameter smooth wooden bar about 4'long...held at either end by a chain dangling from a chain hoist high overhead...and a long rope also dangling down to the middle of the bar...rings set in the floor on either side of the wooden bar...

slave...I call it a horse...and tonight...I want you to ride it for Me.

grasping the sides and shaking ... testing the structure for stability .... sataified, retuning My attention to you

Rise and stand under the frame, My borrowed slave...

eyes widening.......swallowing hard......staring at the contraption.......keeping my head lowered.......peeking out of the corner of my eyes....speaking softly....
ride it for You Sir?......my mind racing in a thousand directions.......sensations of anticipation......captivating me

...seeing Him test the structure for strength, I am relieved to have been placed in such careful hands...and obey Him instantly when He orders me to stand under the frame. I gracefully rise and place myself as commanded...keeping my hands behind my back crossed at the wrists....feeling subdued and submissive...

Smiling wickedly at you....

Yes slave. After I tie your wrists, you are to straddle it, and then I shall raise it a bit. Tonight you "ride the horse".

Taking a length of rope from My pocket with one hand and your wrists with the other...holding your wrists together as I wrap them tightly with the rope, tying them together behind your back and securely knotting the rope's ends...then guiding you to the wooden bar...

The horse is a most interesting S&M device...it can really "fill" you as you ride it...It can both train and arouse a slave...And then there is more. Are you curious as to the "more"?

reaching into the bag and extracting four short chains with clasps at both ends .... walking to you and kneeling ...... moving your feet further apart and chaining the ankles to the lower endcaps ..... rising ..... stepping behind you .... taking one hand at a time and securing the wrists to the elbow joints ...... stepping back an taking in the sight of this lovely submissive stretched out in all directions ..... here for My pleasure

allowing my wrists to fall limp behind me........the tightening of the ropes......reminding me of my place.....looking over again at the bar......my cheeks flushing a darker shade now.......feeling aroused......i am aware of the moistness on my inner thighs.....trying to clear my thoughts.....and concentrate.......my obediance .....my gift

...hearing the chains even before I see them, I surmise what is to be done next, and am not surprised with the chaining of my ankles to the lower endcaps of the contraption. As my hands are secured to the elbow joints I feel helpless in my bonds, and know that I present an alluring target for Your ministrations. I am also aware of the "audience" and what a spectacle I must be attached to this surrealistic door frame. I feel totally at Your mercy as I look back over my shoulder appealingly at You....I keep silent, but wish that I were allowed to plead for Your mercy...but, instead swallow once more, calling forth my courage.....

Helping you to straddle the bar...taking the dangling rope...tying it to your bound wrists...bending down...taking two lengths of rope from My pocket...wrapping your bare right ankle with it...even tying the heel on in the intricate wrapping...and then tying the other end of the rope to the ring in the floor on that side so that your leg is securely spread and held out...turning to your left ankle...repeating the process...satisfied...standing back up...walking over to the small table...pouring another glass of champagne...sipping it as I turn back to you with a control in My hand...watching you as I flip the switch...and slowly...with a CLANK...the chains begin to raise the bar up that you straddle...

turning to notice the horrified fascination which My pet faces her predicament at the Hands of Master Barrister .... coming round to face you again ... steel blue eyes gazing into yours ..... beyond the pupils .... beyong the retinas ..... delving deep into your soul .... like icy finger tracing along your spine ..... seeing many things .... searching until I find what I want to see .... that you are submissive; that you know this is your place .... that you crave your position and all that will occur at My hands ....

Why are you here ... in this room, tonight? Speak.

...feeling Your eyes delve deeply into my submissive soul, and feeling them overpower me with Your control, I lower my eyes a moment for the protection it offers me....but, then feeling Your gaze continue, I raise my eyes to Yours, allowing You to look into my masochist's soul. hearing Your question, I hesitate not to answer in complete truthfulness.....

I am here only to bring pleasure to O/others, Master!

fumbeling abit......thinking i may topple......realizing i am secured.....bound......looking over at you.....tightening my lips.....anxious.....feeling the bar resting against my dewy folds.........hearing the CLANK.....my body tensing.....stretching......the pressure on my mound....intensifying

considering your words for a moment

And if that pleasure has a bite to it?

If it is Your pleasure that has a bite to it, Sir....then that becomes my pleasure, Master...for I am created to give pleasure to Others, Sir!

...as she answers His question, her mind reels with the endless possibilities that this particular bondage will offer to Him....and she is pleased to be able to so offer herself to His pleasure....knowing that along the way, her own pleasure center will be called upon...for she thrives upon Masters' sadistic pleasures.....

Flipping the other switch now also...raising your hands behind your back so that you are bent forward on the bar...pressuring down into it...even as it is raised up...pressuring up into your sex, splitting you...

slave...you never asked about the "more".
But never fear, I shall tell you anyway.
your breasts are so enticing...but bare.
I think they need some jewelry to wear.

Pulling out My gold-chained adjustible clamps...
a red ruby on each clamp...stopping the hoists as you are
split now and fully riding the bar...your wrists up high behind your back...

straining from my position......bent forward....arms hoisted back.......my muscles tightening....my long wavy hair.....falling down around my face........the bar becoming slippery with my juices.......my swelling tits.....swaying downwards.......hearing Your voice.......catching a glimpse of the golden nipple clamps.......my aroused nipples.......waiting for the bite....

tracing My finger lightly down your arm as I listen to your response .... across your underarm ... your side ... your hip .... leg .... crossing inside to the thigh and travelling up ..... and lightly brushing up against the labia ... eyes on yours the entire time .... then pinching; lightly at first, and slowly increasing in pressure .... studying your expression ..... watching for the transition from pleasure to pain ..... holding there at that threshhold ..... then increasing ever so slightly...

....out of the corner of my eye I spy Your hand with its extended finger, yet my body recoils slightly as Your finger touches my arm and traces down it. Your touch arousing me, sending shivers through me, the tension between U/us a taut bowstring. As Your finger touches my underarm and proceeds to my side, my him, leg, and finally crossing inside to the thigh and then lightly brushing my labia, I find that I am holding my breath. As You pinch the lips suddenly doing so lightly at first and then increasing the pressure slowly, my eyes become softer, and the muscles in my face relax as I feel the pain increase. My head lolls back slightly, but not enough to lose Your eyes, as my breathing resumes...deeper now....as my little mouth parts slightly affording You a look at my perfectly formed teeth.

Taking your left nipple in My left hand and rolling it back and forth in My strong fingers...teasing it to grow so that the clamp will have a better hold...and as it does...easing the jaws of the first clamp down on your sweet nipple...taking now your right nipple...stroking your nipple...easy and slow...and as it responds...quickly placing the clamp on it...your body's jolt...the hiss of air as it escapes your clenched teeth telling Me the effect they has on you...adjusting the clamps' bite to 6...stroking your lovely hair as it flows around your bent head and down towards the floor...watching you as your training grows more intense...My eyes heating up as W/we go...your submission and the curves of your body as you ride My horse arousing Me

the bite of the clamp on my left nipple........causing an involutary jerk.....making my smooth legs tremble..........feeling Your hand.....tugging at my right bud.......clamping it also......exhaling deeply.......adjusting to the pressure.....letting my mind focus on the pain.......welcome it.....more aroused than before......my wet insides.....sliding slightly on the bar......concentrating hard.......knowing my submission is true.....

removing the leash from your collar .... turning the collar around so the ring is on the back .... bringing out several coils of silk rope ..... taking the longest one .... wrapping twice around your torso under the breasts ... tying a single knot in the back .... two more loops above the breasts ..... and tying again .... taking another length and tying it to the lower loop, up through your cleavage, around your neck, tightening .... and tying it back to the lower loop. Taking a third cord and tying it to the top loop ..... passing it down under the lower loop and between your legs ... moving the material of your thong aside and pulling taut so it nestles in the folds of your sex and the crack of your cheeks .... up to the ring of your collar giving another good hard tug .... and tying it.... rasing the hoist to suspend you in the air ... your bound breasts at eye level

Slowly running My strong hands over your exposed and submissive body...stroking you softly as your training continues...My skilled hands weaving their spell...even as you submit to the pain...

Yes sweet one of The Baron...your submission becomes you.
Feel the eroticism of this time...the smooth bar massaging your sex, as you ride it, your legs tied out wide of it...your wrists bound behind your back and raised high...
causing you to lean over into it...your breasts hanging down...dangling My clamps...even now their bite so sensual on your exposed nipples...your long hair free and hanging down about you...

And slave...you wear only a thong of black silk...and the high heels...What do you feel slave?...Is it erotic?...Does your free submission feed your lust as Mine? Do you feel the power there?

Beginning to breathe heavily as You remove the leash and turn the collar. Watching You take the silken rope and wrapping it under my large breasts...and then looping it above my breasts, then imprisoning them in Your rope. As the third cord is entwined in the others and then passed down between my legs...my head lolls back further, and my little tongue comes out to lick my lips, for now You move aside my thong to pull the rope taut against my inner folds and crack of my ass. The feelings engendered in me soften my face once more, and a low moan rises from deep in my throat. The moan is filled with pleasure and only stops as the hoist rises suddenly, and presents You with a clearer view of my bound breasts. The intensity of my breathing changes character once more, for now, I can only breathe quickly through my mouth, not quite panting....

Your hands smoothing their way willingly across my soft skin.......sending sensations of my selfish lust through me.....frenzied desires.....clouding my mind.....overpowering my control........wild waves of passion........consuming me.....taut legs.......pulling harder on my protruding pussy lips......sighing softly.......speaking almost in a whisper.....
yes Sir......this is erotic......and i cannot control the power it has over me......inhaling deeply.....trying to focus......aware only of my position.......the bindings.......the pinching..You....standing so close.........sending me higher.....

Standing behind you...reaching My arms around you to your lush breasts...squeezing them firmly...feeling their rich softness...easing up to the clamps...turning the little wheels slowly...raising their pressured bite on up to 7...running My hands down your breasts...along your sleek sides....on down to your hips....moving towards your split pussy...feeling your body as I do...measuring the response to each action...

pausing several moments to admire you ..... finding the sight of your submission more beautiful than any Rembrandt .... than going to the side walls and tightening the cable ... raising you slightly higher and allowing the hoist hook to slip from its mooring ..... the frame now suspending only by the two cables attached to pivots on the sides .... returning to the stage and giving the lower part of the frame a push with My feet ... sending you spinning as you face the floor facedown and continue .... for a moment you catch your Master Barrister guiding tenasity on her ride .... then the spin is halted as you lay flat, facing the ceiling .... the cane you selected earlier is waved before your eyes...

Is this what your tender body longs to taste tonight? Do you wish to wear the welts of My dominance?

...blushing furiously from the intensity of Your admiration, then watching as You tighten the cable, raise me up slightly and allow the hoist hook to slip away, leaving me suspended in the frame by only the two remaining cables hooked to the pivots on the side. I gingerly watch Your foot push the frame and am dizzyingly spun. My eyes center on Master Barrister and Your tenasity for a moment before You alter the spin of the of the frame. I now face the ceiling and see the cane as You bring it within my sight lines. Your question stuns me, for now, I must swallow any slave pride that I have hung to, and answer You.....

Yes, Master....a slave begs to feel Your pain, Sir...to feel Your complete dominance over me, Master! I shall wear Your welts with pride, Sir...for in giving them to me, You have felt pleasure....

...I visibly shudder at the thought of the cane smashing into my tender flesh....

Your hands playing me like a violin.......knowing my desires......my wants.....the tightening of the clamps......biting deeper into my swelling nipples......Your strong hands.....smoothing their way to my ever wanting womanhood.......the velvety folds......dripping now...with my musky juices.......greater measures of excitement....rippling through my trembling body..

"a slave begs" to feel My pain?

pressing down with My knee on the lower frame .... bringing you almost upright .... catching the frame with My hands .... your face slightly incline upwards, inches from My owm...

Then beg...

...spun quickly back to face You, my gaze averts itself from You for a moment...for I am filled with embarassment. Returning to Your eyes...I blink three times in quick succession...abased by Your stare and Your request....finally I speak....

Please, Master.....I long to feel Your pain.....I beg to be used by You....as an instrument of Your pleasure, Sir! Please, Sir...I beg You to punish the body that hangs in Your bonds. Please, Master!

...I have gone down into the depths of my submission with my pleas...and am actually frightened that He will not agree to my pleas....for I have been so ready to submit.....

Moving My right hand to gather your hair...holding it in a tail...gripping tightly....moving My left hand down to your pussy lips...slipping a long finger between you and the bar...moving it to your clit...and starting a rhytmic...slow....easy....stroking action...pulling your head back with your hair as I do...My body caressing your own...My lips to you left ear as I stand on your left...whispering softly to you...

What do you feel sweet one...as I stroke you so slow and sure...as I control you...as I possess you?

Feel Me enter your sex little one...feel My hand on your hair...controlling your head....I have your all in My hands sweet one...and it arouses Me to hold you so controlled and intimately.

.my head raised back......feeling the firm tug on my hair.....my body jerking once again......involutarily..........the movement....sure and steady...of Your finger.......sliding over my throbbing clit........a soft gutteral moan escaping my sweet lips.....aqua eyes......looking up at You......pleading.....not being able to turn my thoughts away from my fiery channel .......the motions of Your fingers.......making sloshing noises.....my soggy cunt......causing me to blush deeply.....

blue eyes afire with intensity as I entertain your plea .... a flicker of softness is immediately replaced with a gaze reminiscent of an iceberg, frozen for eons .....

pulling at the rope traveling up your back and using it to spin your around again .... now facing the floor...

Yes, upon your body, slave, I shall paint My masterpiece of dominance .... but before using the cane, a need to apply a base...

reaching into the bag .... pulling out My Magna strap ... a 3 foot long, 3 inch wide strap of belt leather attached to an axe handle ..... making sure you're able to catch a glimpse...

...studying Your face....trying to read Your thoughts...my breathing held once more...the suspense being dragged out....I wait for Your judgement...for You to decree whether or not my pleas have touched You. Finally, You pull at the rope and spin me so that I face the floor....Your voice is loud and Masterful as it fills not only my ears but, my head. The implement that You so carefully pull out of Your bag frightens me, for it shall cause tremendous pain. I close my eyes at the sight of it, and hope to have the strenght for such pain. For a moment, I even lose the nerve...and am tempted to beg once more....this time for Your mercy! I quickly move that idea behind me, and concentrate on the pleasure that this will afford You, for now, that is all that I understand...Your pleasure.....

I learn you as W/we go slave...and does the bar do its work?

Releasing your hair with My right hand...reaching in My pocket..clicking the button to raise the bar another notch...pressuring your sensual tight crack, cunt and ass...then running My hand along your curvacious ass cheeks...so enticing...drawing My hand back...bringing it sharply down on your right ass cheek...SMMAACCKKK...

Yes slave...your body teaches Me of you as W/we continue.
Dp you like to be spanked slave?

Continuing to slowly....easily...smoothly...stroke your clit with My finger...

Do not even think of coming slave.

reaching into a pocket ..... pulling out a ball gag ..... holding the ball in My palm and pressing it to your mouth until you accept it .... then securing the straps in a knot behind your head ...... running My fingers lightly down your back .... across your ass and the back of your leg ... continuing down your leg even as I begin My swing .... landing across both upper legs....

SSSSMMMAAACCK!

jolting from the bite of Your hand making contact with my soft fleshy ass...accepting the pain You implant on my body...feeling the pressure of the bar.....riding higher into my folds.....resting on my swollen clit.....a small gasp escapes....
yes Sir......i am trying very hard not to cum....the bar is doing a fine job Sir....
feeling Your fingers gliding across my creaming bud.....pleasurable sensations......mixed with pain....

...hanging down from my enforced position, I await the force of the strap. Instead, I see Your hand present a ball gag for my mouth. Thankful that I will not have to disgrace myself with my screams, I gently open my mouth to receive it, taking it as deeply into my mouth as possible. I feel You buckle it tightly behind my head. Each and every muscle is tense in my body as I hear You pull away and feel the gentleness of Your fingers, for I await the explosion of pain on my body. I do not wait for long, for suddenly it comes...the pain engulfing me...taking my breath away...then making me scream into the gag. The pain is fiery, and more intense than I could have imagined...my body bucks against its bonds, and I writhe and undulate from it.....my head shaking back and forth as I try to deal with it...focus on it.....

Patience but intensifies it when release at last does arrive My dear.

Stroking slow and easy...raising My hand and bringing it down hard on your right ass cheek again...SSMMAACCKKK......and again...SSMMAACCKKK...

Ride sweet slave...feel the pressure in your crack on your senual zones.

Feel the clamps bite on your nipples as they hang down.

Feel My strong hand as I spank you.

watching as your bucking body cause the cables to quiver ... steadying them with My hands ...... starting near your left ankle .... this time dragging My short nails across your skin .... up your leg as I swing with the free hand ... SSSMMMAAACCCKK! ... landing with a force focused primarily on the right cheek .... continuing the sequence; light touches to sensitize the skin and mind, followed by a series of strikes .....

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the left cheek...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the legs again...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across both cheeks...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the right cheek....

watching as your bucking body cause the cables to quiver ... steadying them with My hands ...... starting near your left ankle .... this time dragging My short nails across your skin .... up your leg as I swing with the free hand ... SSSMMMAAACCCKK! ... landing with a force focused primarily on the right cheek .... continuing the sequence; light touches to sensitize the skin and mind, followed by a series of strikes .....

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the left cheek...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the legs again...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across both cheeks...

SSSSMMMAAACCKKK!

across the right cheek....

gasping loudly.......feeling the accomplished strokes of Your strong hand.........the heat immediatly rising in my silky flesh.....my sex grinding harder into the smooth bar......twisting myself...back and forth......feeling the hard wood against my searing cunt.....my mind in a frenzy.......realizing how tight the clamps are.....forgetting for a moment....between blows.....focusing on my zone......trying ever so hard to regain my composure.......fighting hard not to slip over the edge..........only wanting to be obediant.......to honor Your commands

...the juxtaposition of the softness of Your hand, though the nails are used softly, and the tremendous punishing power of the strap as it lands on my defenseless body cause me to scream and scream again. I am at once pleasured by Your touch and agonized with the strap as it plays upon my asscheeks and thighs. As the blows come, there is agony first...my skin blazing, flaming and candent...but, as the blows mount, my screams diminish more and more, as the pain touches my pleasure center and niggles it into action against the pain. Tears fall upon the stage floor and dot its surface, yet, it is evident that I strain to accept the pain and turn it into something wondrous.....

Yes sweet one...you are obedient...and soon...release.
But now slave...still you serve.

Raising and swinging My right arm and hand quickly...time and again...spanking your bound body with hot red passion...SSMMMAAACCKKK....SSMMMAACCCKKK.....SSMMMAAACCKKK...seeing the redness splash across your well-rounded ass...still stroking your clit...slow....easy...and smooth...

knowing each struck nerve is awake, overloaded with sensation and ready for the crop .... rotating the frame 180 degrees ...... tweaking your nipples as I apply several swats in succession to your upper legs .... being careful to avoid unprotected organs ....

SSSSSMMMNMAAAACCCKKK!

SSSSSMMMNMAAAACCCKKK!

SSSSSMMMNMAAAACCCKKK!

SSSSSMMMNMAAAACCCKKK!

SSSSSMMMNMAAAACCCKKK!

twisting my body back and forth responsively......riding Your fingers like a wild animal....grunting as i feel the hard sting of Your strong knowing hand.....the pressure biulding .......sending me to the top......trying desperatley to hold my place.....careful not to go over the edge.....losing myself in the pursuit of pleasure and pain

....as You turn me once again to face the ceiling and Your prodigious weapon...You note the glaze in my eyes...those self-same eyes that moments ago spilled their tears on the hapless stage. My head lolls back, and my eyes are now heavy-lidded with the drunken stupor that is occasioned by the pain which has turned to pleasure. As You strike my exposed front thighs, my screams cease, and a low gutteral moan begins and extends itself throughout the time that You punish the parted legs. My entire body is covered with goosebumps, and my nipples are hardened and puckered. My mind closes down into itself and partakes of the sweetness found there.....

Continuing to stroke your sweet moist clit...just right...slowly...easy...rhythmicly...whispering softly to you as I wrap My right arm around you and hold you close and tight...

Now slave...now you may come...for now it is time.

grasping the rope travelling up your belly .... digging it deeper and harder into your sex ..... turning your upside down ...... facing the scene between your Master and My slave ...... stading to the side ..... replacing the Magna Strap with the cane ...... beginning with the back of your upper legs ...... the lightness of the rattan translating into high speed and control ...... flicking the wrist each time at the moment before impact ......

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

moving to your ass....
SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

applying several lighter strokes between your spead legs ... on each side of the rope...

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

SSSNNNAAAAPP!

just hearing You speak.......my body twists magnificently......sending me quickly and sweetly over the edge......waves of pleasure......consuming my soul.....lost screams of pleasure.......filling the air.......panting deeply.......riding out the waves......my pussy gushing now.......filling the air with my sweet musky scent......OOOoooOOhhh.............trembling.........my reddened body lays limp against the bar.......leaning closer into Your arms.....looking up at You........trying to regain composure.......softly speaking..
thankYou Sir....thankYou.......
.....my head falling forward....tears welling in my eyes.......

...afloat in the melting pleasures and pain, as they meld together, and sensing the change in position...as my breasts get heavier once more...and suddenly aware of the cane as it thunks into my flesh....I cry out once more...and the pain's intensity burrows into my reverie. The sharpness of the pain as You cane such already sensitized skin, reawakens my pain sensors, and my hips buck once more to withdraw from the pain, but a few moments the harsh bucking is replaced by a smooth undulation of my hips, as I do down once more into my special "place"; that place reserved for the euphoria that pain causes in my mind.

I sensuously move on my makeshift rack now, my hips snapping at an unseen lover, as You tittilate my sex with the rope, and continue to bring exquisite pain/pleasure to me. I am totally silent now...barely breathing as I lose myself in the "subspace".....Your special strokes aimed so carefully between my legs cause me to snap my hips upward to meet the next stroke, as I lose myself more and more into the pleasure....

Feeling your body spasm and jerk with intensity...pleased at your responsiveness...hugging you close and tight as it continues and slowly ends...and then just enjoying the sweetness of the moment with you...reaching behind your back and releasing the rope holding your wrists up high...clicking the remote and lowering the bar...bending down...releasing both of your legs and ankles completely...raising...removing the clamps from your breasts...their pain now greater at release than during the wearing...hugging you as you endure it...then guiding you to the nearby chairs and table...turning you with your back to Me...releasing your wrists...and then turning you back to Me...kissing you sweetly before sitting down...beckoning you to an empty chair besides Me...

you have served Me well sweet slave.
you have done your true Master The Baron proud.
And I have enjoyed O/our time together.
If time permits, sit and chat with Me for awhile.

grasping the silk cord just where it emerges from between your asscheeks ..... maintaining additional pressure and steadying the frame .... replying to your bodies desire to meet the cane with quicker, harder strokes ....... varying in location, but not in rhythm ...... using a three count to deliver My gifts .... as I collect your gift to Me...

SSSNNNAAAP!

SSSNNNAAAP!

SSSNNNAAAP!

SSSNNNAAAP!

SSSNNNAAAP!

SSSNNNAAAP!

knowing from your reactions you are but a word away from ecstacy ...... clearing My throat ..... and vocalizing, without inflection or emotion .....

Cum.......

weakly leaning against You.......smiling......sniffing back a few tears......finding the release so electrifying......wincing as You release the clamps....my legs trembling slightly....as i am released from the bindings......leaning against You for support.......making my way to a soft chair......plopping down hard........exhaling deeply.......looking over at You....laughing softly.....shaking my head........wow!.Sir!...that was intense!.......hoping i am not sounding disrespectful.......reaching under the chair.....grabbing my bodysuit.......lifting my shaky legs off the floor......sliding the sheer black bodysuit back on.......bending forward...looking back under the chair for my bag........

...lost in the wondrous place, and yet, still dimly aware of Your actions, I revel in the rope's movement as it presses itself deeply into me, exciting my clit, making it hard and throbbing. I begin to concentrate on the feeling of it, as well as the delicious cane. I push and pull against the tide of sensation that begins to engulf me, and then finally hear Your command - "cum" - The word takes me over the edge...and the low moan begins again...growing in intensity...as my hips snap back and forth against the tightness of the rope...the punishment...the wonder of the moment. My orgasm strikes me harder than the cane...and I am jolted into it....as it takes me higher and higher into pleasure....my voice strains against the gag now, and the sound of my orgasm reverberates throughout the room....

At last...I hang limply in my bonds...and the muscles can be seen to relax...and my head hangs down low....I am still...a slave satisfied.....

Anything but disrespectful. And I enjoyed it greatly.
It was challenging to scene without a lot of advance talking, but it clicked for Me. Warm smile...Of course, feel I know you now much better than when W/we first begun.

jumping from the stage .... lowering the frame via the cables ...... bringing a chair onto the stage ..... rotating you to face downward .... removing the gag and loosening one ankle ..... guiding your leg to the floor ..... supporting your waist and loosening the other leg ..... sliding the chair under you, and freeing your wrists...

You have served well, My dear; you are indeed a jewel polished to a magnificant lustre by your fine Master. As soon as you're up to it, W/we'll join Him and My pet...

unbuckling the wrist and ankle restraints...

...As You go through the difficulties of releasing me, I am awed by Your speed and agility. The release of each piece of bondage brings pins and needles into my members, and I ache gloriously from the many stripes and welts on my body. I smile graciously at You...nodding my head...trying to regain my power of speech...licking my lips with a dry tongue....

Master...before You go to T/them...may I just say what a pleasure it was serving You, Sir.....

..I then shakily kneel on one knee, take Your hand in mine...and kiss the top of it...gently...with respect...and then rising...make my way slowly down the steps toward Barrister...and Your wonderful slave....tenasity...

descending the stairs, one eye on your 'lil o until she reaches You ....

So ... did My tenasity please you, My Friend?

....Coming up to Him...and kneeling down before Him....she kisses both feet...straightens...and crosses her wrists behind her...parts her thighs widely...and lowers her head...waiting for His release....or His command....

seeing You stepping down from the stage.......sliding my butt off the chair......lowering myself to my knees.......smiling up at You.....

Yes My Friend...she served Me very well, and did all she was told. she is a fine sweet one, and I am grateful to You for her service.

Returning the silver leash to You hand...

And I saw some of Your scene. I hope You were pleased as well with My 'lil o. I thought Your scene very good.

Guess I know what to buy you now .....

curious look.......laughing...
what Master??......hhhmmm..come to think of it..my birthday is coming up!!

I was very pleased .... she is a finely tuned instument that is a pleasure to play.... I could have continued for hours; as W/we only scratched the surface of the possibilities...

grin

Yes .... I think a cowboy hat would be appropriate...

I expect it is a surface that would like to be scratched by You again. I expect also that the opportunity will again present itself.

Smile...

shaking my head from side to side.......laughing
yes Master..that's just what i was thinking too!....
thinking....yeah..right!!!!

Laughing with You...

Yes, Your tenasity will never look the same at a horse again.