Entering room from the rear and looking around. "Good evening A/all. I have a scene planned this evening with Barrister's lil o."

Entering as quietly as possible...lugging behind her..an enourmous sack...her lithe body...straining with the obvious prodigious weight..her long hair...trailing behind her little ass..and taking the sack to the table..upon the stage...nodding to A/all...with respect as she passes them...as she nears the table..she gives...a large heave..and puts the sack on the table..where she begins to disgorge its contents upon the table....

Moving from my position in the rear of the room, nodding greetings to A/all, I step onto the stage. What have you brought with you this evening, slave?

First she pulls out five different length of rope..all wrapped precisely so that they do not snag on each other.

Secondly, she pulls out two different kinds of nipple clamps, one pair adjustable, and the other tight clover clamps.

Next, is one dark black evil looking crop, as well as one 24 tailed well oiled flogger. This is followed by one bag of clothespins all painted black.

Following this, she pulls out...one 9 tailed whip whose blades are of circular leather, and it is apparently weighted, by the way that she handles it...

Dipping in again, she pulls out..a large wooden paddle, one dildo and one butt plug. Still more...for now one sees a small jar of tiger balm, the hottest kind, as seen by the red jar, and finally..she carefully pulls out a long English cane, perfectly curved for the Master's hand...

Once finished...she kneels upon the stage...and bows to A/all...and lowers her head to the floor..pulling her hands forward, and crossing them...as if for binding..all the while separating her thighs widely, as she kneels there..dressed only in her thong, and her Master's gleaming collar....

You have done well, slave, very well indeed... Taking first the lengths of rope, measuring them in his hands as sailors do, he begins to ties them expertly to each of her writsts. You may stand now, slave.

Holding very still as each of my hands is tied with a length of rope...feeling each cord tighten on my little wrists...and taking a huge breath of air...for strength..that I may serve well...I stand...at His command...and eye Him...appreciatively...knowing that He has begun....

Yes, Master!

The room, I see is well equipped, and it is easy to tie the ropes (perfect lengths, I see!) to the hooks in the ceiling. Pulling the arms taught and spread wide, I notice her breasts rising to greet their pleasure/pain.

In the same way I am able to fasten your ankles, and now you are spead eagled, legs and arms wide, as if you are in flight. Soon enough, slave, you will be in flight! Taking your chin in my hand, I raise your head and look into your eyes...

Are you ready tio begin?

Standing still once more...I watch as each of my arms rise...before me ...to be expertly tied to the hooks in the ceiling...my arms are already taut...and I watch my breasts rise up...to meet the Master...though they are heavy...they rise with the position that I am placed in...with pride...I arch my back suggestively....making them appear even fuller...the nipples are hard already..and beckon to Him...my eyes...watch His...for He has the bluest eyes...I have ever seen...filled with intelligence...as well...as seeming so very Dominant....

My ankles now tied...to stanchions placed in the floor...I am spread wide..and wider still...feeling the cords pulling hard on my wrists...my head back..until the Master takes my chin in His hand..and W/we lock O/our gaze into each O/other...hearing His question..my voice low..and filled with passion..I reply....

Oh...yes.....Master!

Even with the tools of exotic torture you have brought with you, I choose to begin simply, stepping forward to take your already hard nipples between my thumb and forfinger, pinching tighter and tighter, twisting and pulling, seeking your limits, finding none, I am pleased with the way to extend your breasts to me, as if to aid in their discomfort, and the look in your yous tells me that your are beginning a descent (ascent?) into sub space...

Watching as You come to me...and Your fingers extend toward my hardening nipples...I cannot suppress a low moan as You take each in Your strong fingers, and begin to pinch, squeeze, and turn the little nipples...my moan...quiet...but filled with desire and need...the pain...hurting so very much...but...knowing that soon...the pain will not be pain at all...but...transmoragrified into delicious pleasure...my eyes...seek Yours..not only to behold the Dominance, there, but to maintain the contact ....

Picking up the dark evil looking crop, I swing it in the air playfully... slapping it on your breasts quite lightly, then slowly bringing the leather up to your mouth, it if the strands were alive, looking to be kissed and sucked before the sting of leather kissing flesh...!

Enjoying very much they way you maintain concentrated eye-contact, I begin to whip your breasts. The blows begin at a medium pace and with medium force, but both increase quickly as in your eyes I see that you are beginning to ride the tide of pain into pleasure...

Watching with wide eyes...as Your hand strays to the black crop...having felt this crop before...and seeing You test it into the air..wincing..as I hear the Swoooosh...of it...and then...the gentle slaps...upon my breasts...watching it...carefully...arching my back....for my breasts to make a better target for You...I watch as You bring the crop to my mouth...I lovingly kiss the instrument that will bring me so much pain..and with my soft little pink tongue..begin to lather it...with saliva...and finally...taking the end..into my mouth..sucking upon it...as if it were a thing...alive...a thing...male...though..in my mind..it is indeed an extension of You....

"There is no such thing as pain, you know. Just as there is no pleasure. Only sensation..." The sting of the crop continues on your beautiful breasts...

The strikes..at at first only painful..and I occasionally..allow myself to look down to watch my breasts being whipped...the red striations...beginning as white hot stripes...and then..filling in..and turning...red..and now..as the strikes are harder...turning my head away...feeling each...moaning..lightly...my poor breasts!

Now I move to your back, stopping for a moment to take in your elegant form, the round cheeks of your ass... and I begin now to whip your ass until the cheeks turn pink, then red, as if they were blushing...

Now I move the whipping to your back... except this time there is no build-up as I maintain the force that I had achieved on your ass cheeks and so you wince... but then taking a quick intake of breath... you ease your way through the pain and quickly enter the other side of pain where the world is made of the original four elements... earth and air and water and fire...

You move behind me...now..and I turn my head to try to look at You...and watch my ass...taking the fire...from Your crop...into myself...my eyes...pleading softly...and yet..my eyes...beginning to look fuller...the lids heavier...my moans...lighter...softer....as You whip my ass...

"An exotic mixture of pain and pleaure create an alchemist's mixture to transform a sub,issive's gift to her Master into a priceless treasure..."

It is my back now..that feels Your kiss of fire...as my mind strives...to call forth..on the beauty that I know will soon be attainable...from the pain...from the nearness of You....each...stripe...of the crop...being laid so perfectly across my back...as You work Your magic upon me...my head..down..now...eyes closed...losing myself in the realm that You have wrought....

Hearing Your words to me...knowing them to be true...the miracle that is being made here and now...the answer to the alchemist's prayer...going down...quickly...into the delicious...place...wave...after wave...of pain...transformed magically...into wave after wave of pleasure..now...

Feeling now..the beauty..of her world...her little hips..undulating...gently..the nipples..hard..and upturned...her head writhing...as well...softly..moving..from one side to the other..her hair...a halo...around...her relaxed face...the pain...turned to pleasure now..receiving it in waves...

Stepping back to examine you, I am very well pleased both by the beauty of the traces of the crop on your flesh, and even more by the excitement I sense in your body, as you so willingly submit your will to mine...

Oh...to be so scrutinized...as He is doing now...the feel of His eyes...upon my scorched body...so very helpless...the pain...turning..into such delicious pleasure...head down...taking in the waves...as they crash over me...of pleasure....

Taking now the dildo and the butt plug, I stand before you, holding one in each hand. Bringing them to you at eye leve, I bring them to your lips, to kiss, to suck, to prepare them for entrance into their respective channels.

Seeing the both of them..knowing that I must wet them...with my mouth..for the ease of entry into me...I stick out a soft little pink tongue..and begin...to lick them in earnest...wetting them thoroughly...my eyes..making contact with His...evidence throughout that I am going deeper into "subspace"...my features relaxed...my pupils dilated..my breathing even...and awaiting the pleasure of the dildos...

Standing behind you to examine you from the rear, I spread your ass cheeks... Arching your back, you press your ass twoard me, an offering to receive the butt plug as I slide it into your dark channel.

He leaves to begin my immolation..and I feel the thong..gently lowered..and so..I arch my back...bringing...my ass closer to Him...I feel His hands on both cheeks...prying them apart...and exposing my little bud to Him...and finally...feel the wet...butt plug slide into me..relaxing my channel for His ease....all the while...pushing toward Him....a moan of ecstasy...escapes my lips...

And now standing before you I slide the dildo.. it is large... into you all the way to the hilt... and I am pleased by your moans of pleasure. Now... to resume the crescendo of pain... looking over the instruments of delight you have brought for me... so many choices... mmmm?

The other now..gliding into me...and my hard little clit..pokes out..as the insertion is accomplished...and inadvertently...it is brushed...with the dildo...causing me to break out..into delicious goosebumps...my arms...tugging at the bonds...for a moment...for the pleasure..is all encompassing...again...I moan...deliciously...

Selecting next the tight clover nipple clamps... I approach, holding them up, watching your eyes... and continuing to look into the depths of your eyes as I place them tightly onto your nipples. They are beautiful... an exotic kind of jewlry...

The dildo..and the plug...working on me...I sigh..with longing for Your pain...as I see the delicious clamps that You hold...and watching Your hands so carefully...watch closely...as first one turgid nipple is trapped...and then the other....You step back to admire them..and I cannot remove my eyes from them...the pain...delicious...the throbbing matching that which my heart is doing now...a low guttral moan escapes my lips...and I slowly throw back my head...and allow it to move slowly...as my long hair cascades down my back...just gently rubbing my ass...helping my descent yet..further down...into "subspace"...

Flicking the well oiled 24 tailed flogger, admiring the precision of its design, I return to the task of honoring this very special slave with a second round of whipping. This time, in addition to her breasts, these beautiful breasts so eager to ride us both into the ozone layer of ecstasy and beyond... I also give special attention to her cunt, the lips, opend by the dildo, and her exposed clit...

The flogger now...striking me...each blow...bringing me further and further down...the pain..not pain...but..instead ecstasy...my head lolling upon my neck...sometimes..back...sometimes forward...but never straight...for the endorphins work their magic upon me...and my breasts bounce with each stroke...my obscenely sundered thighs...inviting His whip...to visit my open grotto..and the swollen clit...my sensitive thighs...receiving their share...and each time..that I am struck...another wave crashes over me...as I ride the waves of pleasure...my face...angelic in its repose...by breathing...soft and even...lost in the beauty...that is mine...brought there...by the Master...His whip...wet..now...with my secretions...as they...roll down my well separated thighs...

As if riding a steady, stiff breeze from the southeast (portending the storm to come), I continue the whipping with this carefull crafted instrument on your back and on the deliciously delicate flesh on the backs of your thighs... and then as suddenly as the breeze itself may shift... I stop.

The whipping on my back..continues..the strokes..even..and well Mastered...each stroke upon my lovely white skin...turning white...then...red..and finally scarlet...I am beyond moaning...and suddenly...the barrage stops..and I lift my lovely head...

And staring into your eyes... surely the cliche is true... they are windows to the soul... I glimps the pond... at dusk... reflecting the golden light of an autumn sunset... where the lion and the lamb lie down together... Then you hear a clicking sound... unable to place it at first, you see the clothespins, elegantly black, snapping before your eyes.

Our eyes lock..and You see...the beauty there...as I see it...of my "special place"...a place more beautiful than all the wonders of the world...a sound...catches my attention..and unable to place it...I finally see Your hands rise to the level of my eyes...clicking a pair of clothespins...painted deliciously black...and I gasp...knowing what is to follow...and smile delicately at You...

Pinching the flesh of your breasts between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, I snap the first clothespin onto your left breast. Soon as if a man with a job to do... a chef... or an artist... certainly a craftsman, I clip the ebony clothespins to your breasts, around in circles, creating a kind of artistic design in your flesh...and now... click... click... a clothespin begins its descent to your pinkish cuntlips...

The artistry not lost upon me...each clothespin...hurting more than the first...I toss my head back...now..and relish the feeling...as the pounding..of my entire body...brings even more pleasure to me...and I only pick up my head...after hearing the clicks again..and watch as You begin to affix more of the pins...on my cuntlips...knowing that they are oozing...in pleasure..and knowing that they will be most difficult to arrange..upon such a slippery surface..I try to bring my cunt toward You...held back by the tight ropes....

The lips of your cunt... apparently not the first time they have been stretched, are slippers from your juices leaking even around the dildo... Pleased by this sign of your pleasure... and pleased even more by the thrust of your cunt toward me... even against the ropes. You are so helpful... there... the ebony pin clips onto your lips, two on each side. Rubbing your clit between the thumb and forfinger of my left hand, I click another clothespin in my right... wondering...?

The operation finally complete..now...four clothespins grace my nether lips...each...having two...my body...moving rhythmically now...my ass undulating...back and forth...my cunt lips...held by the pins...and suddenly Your hand there...stroking me...my clit enlarging to meet Your strokes..knowing that I am so far gone...that I may come...moaning..once more..trying to delay it...knowing that I must ask permission...my head lolling..back and forth...drunk with the pleasure....

Stepping back now... a painter to examine his artwork... something is not quite right... oh yes... I step forward to remove the clover nipple clamps... the blood rushing into the nipples causing a sharp pain. Moving my mouth to your nipples, I suck them... and you seem surprised by my consideration... but not for long as loving suckling is replaced by biting teeth... gentle at first... but then increasing the pressure, until your moans break forth like a wave crashing over the bow...

The Master's hand on the clover clamps...my eyes..open..and wide...waiting for the crushing blow that is coming...as He removes them...and then...suddenly..it is upon me....the pain...the worst ever felt...when I have come...now...because I am so much in subspace..causing me...to only moan...and then...to feel His mouth on them....suckling on them...I now...move my hips...faster and faster..even as He bites the horribly sore nipples...and I begin to moan louder....

Ohhh...Master...permission ....Sir...permission to come...I cannot stand it...any more...please....rub me....touch me ...there! Allow..it...please, Sir...oh....a slave begs it Sir..please!

My voice is halting...and I pant...as I beg...the lovely pain/pleasure...having reached such a crescendo...the fullness..of my holes..with the dildos...the throbbing of the whip..and the nearness of You...all encompassing now...

Who could resist such an erotic plea? Unclipping the clothespins from your cunt lips, I slide the dildo out of your cunt, and replace it with two fingers, as my thumb works your clit and your body seizes as in wave after wave you are coming, soaking my hand with your delicious juices...

My happiness knows no bounds...as You pull off the clothespins from my wet cuntlips...and pull the dildo out of my cunt..only to replace it with Your hand...as Your thumb rubs my clit...and suddenly..it comes..from so deep in my body..the unbelievable...begining..of the come...rolling through me..wave after wave...the contractions incredible...my head back...and suddenly screaming...loudly...

Arrrrrhhhggg...unghhhhhh...UUUNNNGHHHHHHH....uhnnnghhhh....ohhhhh...ohhhhh....yesssssss....Masssster....oh.......yesssss.....oh.....oh....

My head falls forward...and I hang from the ropes...unable to move....my breath...fast...eyes...closed....

Oh...thank You...thank You, Sir....

There is a special flavor to the first moments of calm after a sudden squall has ripped through the bay... and passed. Hanging there, limp, spent and satisfied, you are indeed an erotic, exotic creature of the Seas of Desire... Unclipping the clothespins from your flesh, rubbing each spot with your delicious cunt juice on my fingers... you hear them clacking to the floor. Next, the butt plug is removed, and I am untieing the ropes that have held your arms open for so long... I catch you as at first you seem to lose your balance, and as I release your ankles you kneel gratefully to the floor.

The calmness...the limpness...the satisfaction...all combined...I begin to fall...as You untie me..and You deposit me to the floor..kneeling before You....my hair bedraggled...my eyes closed...so very exhausted...my hands..flat upon the floor...my head forward..taking in precious oxygen....trying to regain myself...after such a delicious overwhelming come....

And then... as you slowly make the descent from flight back to earth... so well trained... without even a word of instruction fro me, you beginto pick up the instruments of delight that you have brought for me... your thoughtful gifts. At first, you do not want my help, do not think it is the place of a Master to clean up after a scene... but then you understand that I am unwrapping the gifts as yet unused, as I hold the paddle in my hand, impressed by its heft... and then the cane... how well it fits my hand... It is good to leave with promise of more to come... the bag is now full. I help you to your feet, and you follow me off the stage... and back into the night...

When all is picked up...and the sack loaded...the Master walks...away...and I carry..the sack...straining once more....to carry it..and looking back upon the stage once more...I smile...and leave....

*poof*