Taking out the sheaf of notes and His original demand for some form of challenge from the slave and the short note on scented paper in a black latex envelope that it initiated

drifting out of the shadows......long black
hair flowing down my back....black eyes
shining brightly.......... black latex corset
thrusting my breasts high showing.......
the little nipple rings shining brightly.
black latex mini skirt hugging my
hips black latex stockings hug
my long, long legs... black 6 inch
pumps....... with double slave straps
securely fastened........... with tiny silver
locks on my ankles..smiling mysteriously....
a long black cape hanging from my shoulders
looking around the crowded room....with wide
black eyes....................passion................ has arrived
the want and longing deep within....searching,
ever searching for that which eludes me............
nodding a greeting to /all............

smiling...moving to You.......kneeling softly....with a great flourish of my cape....looking up into Your face..........i am here, M'Lord!....for You!

walking to the centre of the room - checking the apparatus on the floor before turning to address the room

May I say that this is not Myself and firey pasion here before you - W/we represent the spirit of a Dom and a slave - she is not Mine and I am not hers - we merely represent customs that stretch back for centuries. Players walking through the stage - meeting for a brief (well perhaps not brief) moment in time.

She kneels not to Me but to All

In this reply to My request you have given Me inspiration with three words - With them I will govern you. The words you will remeber are not particularly earthshaking - they are zucchini , champagne and vacuum.

nodding at Your words.......smiling up at You.....black eyes shining.....

Remove your cape - less flamboyantly - and place it and your mini skirt on the floor where they will stay dry later.

biting my lip......nodding.....silent....

Now slave - there are sevearl groups of three over in the corner - you will see three vacuum flasks - 3 champagne bottles three zucchinis and 3 black boxes of various sizes - which group do you wish to begin with?

grinning while He waits for you to point

tossing off the cape.....standing and unzipping the latex skirt...steping out of it....standing before You in the latex corset......and a small latex thong....looking into Your eyes.....

biting my lip......looking to the objects.....eyes widening......stretching out a long brown arm.....pointing to the three zucchinis

All in good time slave - W/we will begin with the black boxes

taking out a vacuum cleaner from one - a strange looking piece of equipment familiar to mothers and, finally, a plastic covered package from the three boxes

nodding......watching You......as You remove the object....silent.....waiting.....

plugging in the vacuum cleaner and testing its immense suction - plugging in the smaller piece of equipment and using His single sided one blade knife to open the packet.
any preference this time?

standing in front of you - accompanied by the din of the ravaging cleaner - longing to suck - and touching the three rings in your nipples - one at a time pulling at the tiny clip and watching it the ring spring open almost orgasmically or like a flower seeing the sun - removing them all and placing them in His pocket for safe keeping

shaking my head at You.......wild black hair bellowing around me.....wide black eyes starting to roll slightly....looking around the room....

looking at your Mane flying like a wild pony - brumby to be tamed - sucked into Him - almost seeing the flared nostrils and the bit - perhaps another time - and the crop - soon

bringing the breast pump closer to you and switching it on. Takiong your right nipple and softly massaging in the lanolin to protect - perhaps

shivering.........at the pull on my nipples.......eyes widening with fright as they are yanked from me.....gasping......as i watch You pocket them......looking up at You

working the lanolin into the nipple and then across to the left - fingers tender and caring - but with a steel grip - thinking this would have been better over a period of weeks but perhaps the scene should be shorter than that

your fingers on my nipple........watching the breast pump.......gapeing now.....my mouth open ......then biting down on my lip.....

thinking wildly....feeling the soft lanolin on my hard nipples....

satisfied that both nipples have some protection against splitting and adjusting the pressure in the pump to nil - a vacuumless vacuum - and placing the trumpet shaped milk extractor over the nipple -

watching for your reaction as the screw that adjusts the vaccuum is turned slightly - watching the nipple and breast press into the human milking machine.

intrigued as the shape of the right breast is contorted in comparison to the control group in this experimant - the left breast

watching You......looking down as the breast pump is applied......wondering what You hope to get......looking back up into Your face.....arching my back slightly....

sucking in air......wide eyes watching......biting my lip.....as You adjust.....and compare...

I want no milk slave - I will not continue until liquid of any sort flows - you asked for vacuum - this is part of My answer
turning the screw one full turn - about 1/4 of the normal vacuum for milking

One three second burst at 4 turns of the screw and back to zero again

watching the skin almost scream out as it vanishes inside for three seconds - and then reappears as almost normal

arching my back........nodding to You.....wide eyes watching as my nipple is sucked and released.....

feeling the pull........gasping.....shuddering and trying not to rock on my feet.....

Noting that the vacuum was too small for you and another 3 second burst at 6 turns of the screw before it isturned back to zero again

and relocation of the trumpet now damp with sweat to the other nipple after bringing the vaccum cleaner by your feet - with double the noise - a growling beast waiting to squeeze you like an anaconda or python.

trembling throughout my body......gasping low in my throat....as the suction is increased.....shuddering.....watching with fasination....

letting out a small wail as the pump is moved to the other nipple.......trying to keep my knees from buckling...listening to the roar of the vaccume....shuddering.....

very slowly turning the screw - over a period of three minutes from nothing to 3 turns - quite pleasant when there is milk in the nipple - ----- a release in that case - but not in this case

pleased that although not restrained in any way you are happily submitting and walking over to the zucchinis - placing them beside you on the floor - placing the knife with one cutting edge ready beside them and also fetching the crop during three minutes - shutting off the small clockwork motor attached to the screw when 3 turns have been completed - looking into your eyes - fingers on the screw.

.........arching....gasping for air.....my breathing becomes labored and my knees become weak.....watching as You work over my nipples ......Your concentration emmense....

looking into the coal black - dark black eyes - eyes from a previous age - the eyes that have seen all yet still show surprise today

Oh god......gasping......watching You.....shivering ......trembling before You....aching....my eyes glazing over slightly.....

looking for the coalblackigniting spark - the spark that makes the slave one with the Master - that mixture of thanks and love and trust and the thousands of other tiny indescribables

turning the screw back to zero and killing all sound with a flick of the foot on the power board - silence - looking into you - through the brash exterior into the real you - softly smiling

......groaning ......tossing my head....the wanting ache deep within me....shivering....completely without will...

Silence and stillness - but for the conjunction of electrical impulses between eyes and brain and between auras

taking the zucchini shaped candle and lighting it - holding it between O/our eyes - looking at its reflection in your pupils - a light in that tunnel

catching my breath......listening to the room breathe....shivering....

placing it on the floor in front of you and whispering

close your eyes little slave - and see that light through your lids - and imagine the ocean and the red of the setting sun - disappearing into that ocean

closing my eyes.....listening to Your words.....taking myself to the soft red place that You speak of.....the shivers of my body....slowly recede.....relaxing slightly...

Be warmed by the sun and calmed by the ocean

walking softly to collect the vacuum flasks and opening all three before placing them in order.
Wondering which do you need most little slave the warmth or the calming cool?

eyes still closed .........breathing deeply....listening to You......whispering...........warmth.....the warmth please.....

picking up the candle and bringing it close to your eyes - the sun enlarging and brightening inside your lids - before seeting again - down out of sight - flame almost touching the right nipple - warmth/heat but no burn ... yet

taking the first vacuum flask and holding the candle in the left hand pouring out a small pool of slushy ice onto a paper towel with the right - before picking it up and dripping it slowly on the left nipple

gasping softly......the bright......and then the heat....not daring to move a muscle.....breathing growing shallow.....feeling the heat and moistness between my thighs.....

whispering gently

time is standing still - W/we are alone in this moment -

gasping......the flickering light behind closed lids.....and then the heat on my right nipple....making it ache and pull...not daring to move a muscle..feeling my chest start to heave as my breathing increases again....moaning as the icy coldness...drips down over my left nipple......feeling the quake in my body...my mind trying to rectify the two opposite feelings.....

Placing the paper with the ice into His mouth and continuing the inexorable drip while collecting the second flask

hearing the softly spoken words....knowing that i am only with You......time is at this moment...this moment in time is all there is.......gasping...

moving the ice drip across to the right nipple and taking the second vacuum flask with molten wax at just about 50 degrees in it - holding it about twelve inches above the previously ice kissed breast and continuing to dribble the wax in a similar fashion to the ice

candle flame and ice both on the one nipple - tiny sizzling noises as they combine - acrid smell and mists arising from the third vacuum flask - fillingthe area below U/us like in an amateur play set in the moors

shudders wracking my body.....feeling the heat of the wax over the iced nipple......arching feeling the flame of the candle lick out over my nipple...groaning as i jerk slightly to settle back to where it is not quite licking at the hard ravished nipple.....

removing the candle flame from the nipple and putting it down - pouring a glacierfall of slushy ice fdrom the first flask onto the nipple - to lodge in the top of the corset and to land below - at the same time increasing the wax lava fall into a deluge onto the other nipple

picking up the third flask with it's chill clouds emanating to discover all the dry ice was gone and smiling softly

gasping.....whimpering as the ice and hot wax flow down over my nipples....tossing my head again....my eyes still tightly closed...feeling the wealth of this experience wash over my system.....and the heat of my passion and submission flow through me......

pausing to pick up the knife from the fresh zucchini and looking deep into the lids imagining the blackness like a fiord in winter - kissing your closed eyes with warm/moist lips and then placing the blade against your groin - cold below and warmth above

the knife creeping into your groin and across to the valley guarded by black latex - a thin black line the sole defence

feeling Your soft lips on my eyelids....sighing softly before.......gritting my teeth.....feeling the blade pressed to me....not daring to move a muscle......breath catching in my throat.....

watching the tremors behind the closed eyes and wondering what you see there

listening....hearing Your breath feeling the tip of the knife....tracing over the smooth latex....feeling every muscle in my body tense.....raw..and wavering....

the knife entering the valley now


The valley of death or of life?

daring not to draw a breath....the feeling the soft tremors begin to overtake me ......fighting them back....focusing on the soft red sun....and the ocean blue

gasping out......as i feel the knife move......hearing Your words as if they were thoughts transmited into my head............life....Sir.......

slicing through the latex and feeling the warmth and dampness below it - realising there was plenty of life there in deed

quivering as i feel the latex slide from my body...the heat and dampness there evident on the shaved smoothness......panting as i feel Your eyes upon me....

putting the knife down with the two remaining zucchinis and picking up one that is large long and jelly floppy - placing it against the source of warmth and wetness. pushing it into the valley and taking your right hand placing your fingers round the delicious vegetable intrusion

play for a short time - while I prepare some more

the aching throb low in my belly....trembling slightly as the passion catches and burns .......the pounding of my hear ringing in my ears......breath whistling in my partched throat....running a soft pink tongue out to wet my lips....

taking the knife and moving behind the kneeling figure - one blunt side touching the crack between your buttocks before tracing a path up your body from there - the cold snail trail path that leaves the corset in two pieces before leaving the goosebumped skin and returning to guard the solitary zucchini

watching you relax for a while - smiling softly at what will follow

keeping my eyes tightly closed....grasping the thick jelly like object....rubbing it forcefully back and forth over my clit.....feeling the coolness against my heated wetness....letting another soft whimper escape my lips.....rubbing slowly at first...and then just a bit faster....moving my hips grinding them slowly...panting .....

watching the ice flow down you as the corset parts - and emptying out the two flasks over your shoulders and back - a whimsical conbination of ice and wax

groaning as the cool air hits the heated sweaty skin.....taking a deeper breath than the corset allowed.....shivering...rubbing my clit just a bit harder...just a second or two faster...feeling a building deep within me.....

trimming the skin from the zucchini - a long cool cylinder about 7 inches long and perhaps 3 in diameter

groaning loudly.....as the flow of heat and ice run down over my shoulders and back.....the trembling in my body increases tenfold as i rub harder and quicker...the ache within......tossing my head wildly now...eyes still closed tightly.....

bending down and whispering into your ear

relax little one and this will also be yours.

drop the jelly - relax your sphincter muscles and make it easy for Me to insert this peeled zucchini

shuddering.......hearing Your soft words breathed into my ear......quieting.....drawing deep breaths....feeling the want and ache build to a higher level.....feeling my temples throb with my heartbeat....the clenching of my body...and a deep warm trembling within......

I am still unsure whether you are to cum today little one - you might have to convince Me it will be worth the effort for A/all those watching *grin*

biting my lip......hearing You....speak....gasping....dropping the jelly as ordered....feeling a flush spread over my body....drawing deeper breaths...seeing the soft red sun..and the bluest of oceans.....

waiting for you to adjust your position

voice trembling with need......whispering out to You........oh, Sir....please.....please allow this poor slave.....arching ......feeling the waves of passion caress me....the pleasure of You....take me into the warmth of Your Dominance...

smiling - this was a chance for you to relax before continuing - patience little one

arching my back....spreading my knees just a bit more....bending forward....hands clasping and unclasping at my sides....shivering with need......

placing the zucchini against the puckering and tremblig entrance and pressing the cool dampness deep inside in slow stages

If you can keep that inside of you for the next hour then W/we will see.

yes, Sir.....gasping out softly....feeling the ache and need deep...forcing it down....concentrating on You....focusing..on that which You are....

oh....yes...Sir...shuddering at the cool slow entrance...gasping softly

breathing heavily...feeling the tight fullness.....groaning out...........the empty Sir......

moving away and collecting the three champagne bottles -
one empty and uncorked - one empty and corked and one full - taking a very long bendy straw - a small cylinder about 3 inches diameter and two inches high and a medium size plastic funnel and placing them by the knife
whispering

which champagne bottle - the empty or the full?

and holding the empty one
open your eyes and your lips little one

taking the empty uncorked bottle and quietly opening your labia lips

opening my eyes.....blinking up at You.....looking into the deep blueness....losing myself there.....black eyes glazed and unfocused....but watching from the depth of my soul......

gently inserting the opened throat of the bottle inside you

before withdrawing and using the lip of the bottle to kiss your clitoris - cool glass but oh so gentle

eyes widening....as the bottle opens my heat...feeling the cool of the glass against the heat and moistness flowing from me.......my soft red lips parting in a gasp that is heard throughout the room....quivering now.....

and now - empty or full to caress you next little one

continuing the greenglassed kiss

wishing that His trainee was here - wondering if there are any volunteers from the audience and grinning

my black eyes glazing over more.....shuddering....my whole body quaking and shivering.....the goosebumps welling over my flesh....as the heat from within catches fire and burns rapidly......

gasping for breath.....sucking in air...to breath out softly..........full please, Sir.....please....the full one.....

pausing and putting the bottle down -

Do not cum little one -

nooo..Sir.....noooo...i will not....Sir...the heat burning deep and wild within me....feeling the fullness...the depth of Your Dominance.....moaning deep in my throat.....

Lie on your back and place your legs against this chair - make the tunnel of your cunt vertical if possible - stretching towards the stars now the sun has set

Uncorking the bottle and while waiting for your change in position offering morgana a small sip of champagne

watching you - holding the small cylinder and waiting

moving back and bending over you until satisfied with your position

moving quickly to do as You instruct...placing my legs against the chair............the fullness in me moving and making me shudder as i adjust to Your specifications.....groaning deeply as the weight shifts to almost all on my upper spine and neck.........

bending down and using one hand to open the pink pulsating lips and straining cunt and inserting the cylinder to hold it open - inserting the funnel in the cylider and beginning to pour the champagne in

taking the long bendy straw and putting one end in your mouth andthe other inside the cylinder and your champagne cunt

mouth opening....as the bubbling liquid begins to fill me....eyes widening....as the rasping breaths sound shrill in my ears...the pulsing of my clit increases with my heartrate...gasping.....feeling the flooding....

holding the straw in my lips.....looking wide-eyed at You......breathing heavily....feeling my body alive and quivering.....

The task is simple little one - you suck the champagne out and drink it before any spills out either end

starting to pour with a slow dribble until you understand

listening the .....blood pounding in my ears....sipping at the straw....sucking in the delicate taste...marveling at it as You continue to pour...sucking....swallowing the warm bubbily tasting liquid......

watching and idly licking your clit - checking that it does not taste of champagne

quivering at Your hot tongue on my clit....moaning softly as i continue to swallow the warm slightly non-traditional way of sipping champagne.....shaking from deep inside....

putting the empty bottle down and moving the straw around to drain the cup - putting the funnel to one side and removing the cylinder - leaving the straw inside

taking the cylinder right along the straw to your lips and then removing both - befpre picking up the other bottle - sealed but with nothing inside

sucking ......tasting the heat...more of me than of the champagne now.....shuddering.

You must be hungry little one here is something to eat

breaking the bottle in one harsh blow to the floor by your head Smaaaash showering you with pieces of bottle

watching You as You take the straw from my lips....feeling the heat fire within.....deep black eyes gazing soulfully into Yours......

Here little one - open your mouth wide - your lips are too dainty - and eat !!!!

slowly moving the jagged half a bottle to your lips and within

EAT

jerking with the sound....the shards flying in all directions....feeling them strike my heated sweaty skin...crying out as the bottle practically explodes next to my head

Waiting for you to taste the sweet sticky taste that is all your own

opening my mouth.....my tongue coming out to trace the jagged edge of the bottle...soft red lips closing over the edge...biting down....there is soft crunching sound as i bite a piece off and suck it into my mouth....

watching you eat the sugar bottle in preparation for the next few minutes - checking back to see how long the zucchinni has nestled inside you.

rolling the shard in my mouth...sucking at it....feeling it start to melt and soften.....looking up into Your eyes.....a soft smile playing over my lips....sticking my tongue out to show You that the sugar bottle is very tasty indeed....

lying next to you and rolling you over to taste the last drops of champagne and lick it dry before continuing

rolling out and standing up before picking up the crop - leaving your nipple rings in His pocket

looking at the apparatus that desperately needs two slaves to be worthwhile and despairing that He will see the other tonight -

quivering .......feeling the heat of Your tongue once again....gasping loudly as i see You pick up the crop.....eyes widening once again......

wondering if she would like to return another time to use that - noting that He had set a time of one hour - checking that the zucchini is still inside - and replacing it with His shaft - easing deep before starting to accelerate

riding you with the crop rising and falling across your right thigh - 3 thrusts for each fall of the crop - 3 falls of the crop and it is transferred to the left hand

feeling You replace the zucchini......eyes widening...gasping as i feel You fill me....tossing my head ...groaning out as You stroke faster...

You have pleased Me and I wish you to please Me further by cumming for Me and for A/all little one - remembering My words before

silently pressing to your core - still accelerating- waiting for your response

bucking up to You as the crop falls......burning the insides of my thighs.....making me clutch at You ...feeling me twist as You thrust....aching with the awareness that is building as You strike....and pound into me.....filling me...

crop moving of its own accord - seeking the heat of your right nipple - 3 caresses only before it moves again to the left

crying out as i hear Your words.............feeling the rising passion overwelm me and carry me over the edge.....my clit throbbing hard and my pussy milking....tightening around You.........swelling and bursting.....over and over.....writhing wildly.....in the throws of orgasim......

crop in firey passion on firey passion - moving and claiming in a race to see if it can visit all before the electrical storm that is building within breaks

feeling You deep in my ass......swelling and throbbing....my sensitive nipples....aching and thrusting up to meet the crop.....my belly trembling deep with my orgasim..

Feeling the storm break - the winner by a short head in a one horse race - withdrawing and turning you round to kiss those blackrose eyes

knowing that next time W/we meet that there will be a partial mutual love and respect and softly kissing the sugar tasting mouth before hugging you until you have to leave

shuddering in Your embrace....feeling Your soft warm lips on my eyelids.......shaking and trembling with the heat of my orgasim.......

momentarily distracted - then feeling the heaving of your body and lost in you again

nodding softly at Your thoughts....leaning into the kisses.....smiling warmly up at You....reaching up with a warm soft hand to caress Your cheek..

W/we shall meet again soon i hope, Sir...but for now i must be off.....sighing softly....

Hmmm - I sensed that little one *LOL* perhaps W/we will manage to time O/ourselves better one day

smiling......kissing You softly once again .....making my way to the door....and out.....until W/we meet again, Sir......blowing soft spicy pink kisses.....gone......

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