Entering silently at the double doors...Standing tall for a moment....My eyes hot and intense...as the time for the scene ...with the one...is here...

My dark hair is loose...almost upon My shoulders...My body is lean and hard in the well-fitting faded blue jeans...My boots are comfortable...and in My hand...A leather bag...

Scanning the room...My eyes finding her...A smile...FLASHES...and then it is gone..

And then I walk...unhurried....towards the stage...
I climb the stairs...
Set My bag on the small table...
Slowly turn to the one...
Extend My hand to point at her..

And I stare into her eyes...
The lovely eyes of a slave of The Brotherhood...marlie

And I say...in a clear strong voice:

parfum exotique

glancing up as soft leather covered footsteps are heard entering, seeing a lean and tall man, handsome in a cool and detached sort of way. suddenly feelings of unease in my inner self. shrugging them off, smiling brightly. moving to hands and knees... crawling from the velvet cape i kneel upon, slowly crawling to and up onto the stage. taking the loop handle of the leash and handing it to ... Barrister. silently awaiting His orders.

Accepting the leash into My hand...and with it...the life of the slave before Me...Standing silent...as I inspect her...slowly I walk...around her...seeing that all is ready...all is perfect...before...stopping behind her...where she cannot see Me...

Letting the silence...and the tension...build...

For a long time it seems...

An eternity to a slave...

And then speaking softly but with authority...

you are here to serve Me slave as a slave of The Brotherhood....And I have given you the secret code.

Go now slave to the servery...
And return with the serving cart...
A bottle of Wild Turkey, 80 proof...
A pitcher of pure spring water...
A bucket of ice...
And a fine drink glass.

I await your service slave.

slightly swaying on hands and knees before You as You take the leash from my hand, i note the candled light in the room glints from the pearls on my curved nails and focus on this as i more feel than see you walk around me in an inspection tour of this body. Your body. i do not try to cover or conceal. it is not mine to do so with. but my heart beats very fast and i feel my face flushing as You move behind me. the silence grows. Your footsteps cease and the silence seems palpable. then i hear Your voice. definate but soft. deep and somehow comforting. Your instructions heard first nod, then speak my first words, "yes Master" as i rise and move to the servery.

Watching as your small lithe figure moves now to obey...feeling within Me the excitment build...and with it...My passion...and My intensity...

walking with a soft sway of hips i enter the bar area and glance around. seeing the silver serving cart i pull it forward and quickly dust it. a linen napkin is folded in an artful manner, then a fine waterford crystal tumbler is iced, then outside of the glass dried of the droplets that form there. taking the bottle of 80 proof Wild Turkey i break the seal, then set it on the tray along with a silver ice bucket of crystalline cubes, a pair of silver tongs, and finally, two pure white spicey long stemmed carnations. then turning, my eyes down repsectfully, i wheel the cart to You, then again ...... kneel before You in the way ordained by the Brothers.

gasping suddenly as i realize i have forgotten an item... running with bouncing breasts and flying hair to the bar again, filling the silver pitcher there with crisp spring water, one small tear on my cheek, as i run back and set it on the cart, again kneeling before You.

Watching as you return the first time...and

Standing silent...awaiting....until...
you go and return again...completing the task you were set...

It is better to remember and do...
Than to not do altogether slave.

Fix My drink now slave...
An ounce of Wild Turkey...
Poured over two cubes of ice...
Toped off with the spring water..

Then present it to Me.

moving to the serving cart, on knees, tossing back hair that has curled and become tousled in my haste to correct my error, breasts moving as i fight to control my breathing and slow the panic building inside. slender fingers taking the glass, it's weight heavy in my hands, and with the tongs, adding two of the ice cubes to it, closing the ice bucket after. adding one ounce, two fingers, of the Wild Turkey to the glass, then filling it carefully from the silver pitcher with the spring water. taking one finger, i circle the rim of the glass, noting it's smoothness, then dipping the finger into the drink, i swirl the whiskey and the water together. tiny clinking is heard from the ice hitting the sides of the crystal glass, it ringing into the silent air around U/us. then taking the glass, i move to Your feet, pulling the glass across my rouged nipples, a drop of moisture hanging from the right upturned one as it grows erect from the cold and the tension inside my body and spirit, bowing my head, extending my arms after kissing the rim..... turning the glass to You.. the kissed rim presented. "Master, Your drink."

A smile crosses My face again...as reaching down...I accept the slave-kissed drink..and raising it...I take a first deep sip...and am rewarded with the jolt the drink carries...as My senses focus yet clearer now...enjoying the drink...I wait...

and...in time...take another sip...letting you await...
And your nervousness build...
For it serves My purpose...

And after a third sip...I set the drink down...
And reach within the bag I brought...
Pulling out a leather professional blindfold...

Walking the short steps to your back...
I place it around your eyes...
And buckle it tight...
And fasten it secure...
Behind your head...

Picking the drink up again...I sip...
And only then do I speak to you:

In your heart slave...you feel the power exchange already.
And now slave...While you are so nervous...
It pleases Me to control your sight as well...

But...It is only a start...slave.

glancing up and noting the smile, an interesting smile, then glancing down again before i lose the focus being regained. sitting back on my heels, my thighs parted as the little ingots slightly sway between the inner lips and below of my sex. breathing calmer. waiting. feeling the tension growing. using it as part of the focus required. feeling You place the leather blindfold on my eyes, the acrid leather smell strong in my nostrils. feeling the layers of control being removed. finding comfort in that somehow. waiting. listening. feeling.

Unseen to you I reach into the bag and pull out two special binders...Each consisting of two leather cuffs attached by a short length of linked chain...

Then reaching down...I take the leash...and using it to control you...I lead you to rise to your feet...

And when you are up...standing...I move to your back...
Taking your left wrist...I buckle the leather cuff onto it tight...Then pulling that wrist behind your back to your right upper arm...I buckle the leather cuff at the end of the attached chain onto it...Leather cuffing your left wrist to your right upper arm...Behind your back...

Taking now the remaining set of cuffs...I take your right wrist...And quickly cuff it to the left upper arm behind your back in the same manner...

And in your right ear...I whisper...

And now My slave...I control your hands and arms...

hearing You move. the rustle of items being placed in what place or another. a soft trembling as i hear the clink of chains, feeling You then tug on the leash just enough to let me know You wish me to stand. feeling Your hands clasp and the bind my wrists, the sound of Your voice.... the control again ceded.

Reaching into the bag...I pull out thin black cord...pre-cut...and...going again to your back...I reach around and begin to tightly...one coil on top of the next...wrap the base of your right breast...tight coil on top of tight coil...until there are five...then over to the other breast...and repeating...

Pulling the free ends behind your back...tying them in place there...whispering again into your ear...

And now slave...I control your breasts....

Reaching over...pulling up a stool...

breasts uplifted by the postion you place my wrists, feeling exposed. helpless.

shivering at the words in my ears, Your whispered breath hot and cold at the same time, my breasts reformed and shaped by Your binding... then standing out and upright, the nipples engorged as blood is forced into them.... breathing from me faster again. centering. pulling in. deeper. in. control leaving one layer at a time.

The stool in place...I reach in the bag again...and...

Taking you...I sit down on the stool...
Then pull you over...pert ass up...onto My lap...

Taking the waist belt I got from the bag...
I buckle it into place around your lap...
Then taking the vibrator/dildo...1.5" thick...6" long...
I rub it into your already wet sex until it glistens...
And then I slide it...Slowly...
Inch by inch...into your lovely pussy...

Taking the three straps...attached to the end of the vibrator...I snap the first to the front of your belt....the second and third..go on thru your legs...around the rounded cheeks of your fine ass...and then back up to the side snaps on the waist belt...

Making it impossible for you to move the vibrator out of your pussy...

And...smiling...I flip the switch that powers the strong vibrator...feeling you jolt...as....deep within your pussy...it springs to violent life...

I control all slave...Everything you experience.

feeling myself pulled and lifted onto Your lap, Your scent warm and clean, relaxing more, then You corset a tight leather belt at My waist. I feel Your strong rough fingers caress my ass, then something cool and hard, and not flesh slide into my cunt, knowing it is a vibrator, hearing the snaps of straps that pull over my belly and then outline and define my ass.

the whirring sound starts and I feel You add to Your control the feeling in my sex now also. flushing as i know You have seen and felt how wet i am. hearing Your voice tell me again what i am ample proof of... You control all.

Softly...

Yes slave...I will control all.

Reaching to the ice bucket...getting My hand wet...using it to wet down the tight crotchless panties that cover your pert taut slave ass...

The rise of your ass cheeks causing My own sex to move and throb under you...as I am aroused yet more...By the visual impact of the exquisite and bound slave...ass up...over My lap...

Did you know slave?
It is interesting...

The wetness on the tight panties...
Will magnify the sting of what I am about to do to you.

hearing Your hand move the ice in the bucket around, feeling the icy touch, the moisture cold fire on my ass and then as the panties soak, the edges of the crotchless garment weeping the coolness and wetness up to my vibrating and warming cunt. moaning softly, writhing a little as i hear Your words... Your promise.

Raising My right hand high...and bringing it down...
palm open...fast and hard.......Swiisshh........SSMma--acCKK......the wetness sprays upwards as the open palm impacts your taut and well-rounded right ass-cheek...the hand large enough to cover its small surface...and beneath Me...I feel the jolt...from your bound helpless body...

Count each one well and loud slave.

Raising My hand again....And swinging hard again...Swiisshh........SSMma--acCKK.. ....The wet spray again...And twice again...SSMma--acCKK......SSMma--acCKK ......Each time the spray of water is there...Evidencing the force of the spanking...

Pausing...letting the burn work its magic on a slave girl...

hearing before feeling air moving quickly, then a sharp explosion of sensation as you SSMma--acCKK...... my curved and sensitive ass. a sharp hard intake of breath. and obeying. "one, Master." then "two, three, four" groaning softly again. gasping. then .. "thank You Master. another please." icy water sprays flinging on my back and upper thighs like tiny stings, the heat and warmth of the first SSMma--acCKKs...... seeping into my hip bones and deeper, into my spirit.

My strong right hand rises and falls steadily...smoothly....rhythmically now...

Swiisshh........SSMma--acCKK.... Swiisshh........SSMma--acCKK .........and beneath Me...I feel the small struggles of a helplessly bound slave girl...

Swinging harder now...Swwiisshhh........SSMma--acCKK!!!......SwwiisshhhSSMma--acCKK!!!......SwwiisshhhSSMma--acCKK!!!......

The spray of water is always there...And I continue...

Swwiisshhh........SSMma--acCKK!!!......SwwiisshhhSSMma--acCKK!!!......SwwiisshhhSSMma--acCKK!!!......

Listening as each time...you count
...obedient....
Thru your pain....

writhing upon Your lap now hard with each pounding blow of your flat hand strikes on my satin and arched skin, gasping loudly with each SSMma--acCKK...... and over all, the sensation of the violently whirring vibrator in my wet, drenched, swollen and clasping cunt taking me further and further to the place You wish me .. drugged with sensation. "five," gasping, "six, seven, oh gawd...... ooooooo ....... , eight, nine.... ten gawd almighty.... eleven..." groaning..... "twelve. thank You Master... gasp. another please. please?"

Abruptly...stopping...rising up...easily...
Taking you with Me...Tossing you over My left shoulder..
My right hand on your burning ass to hold you secure...

Walking past the bag...I reach down...and taking its handle in My left hand...continue on to the post....that awaits U/us...

Arriving at the post...I lean down and set your feet down to the floor...

Using strong hands...I turn you around to face the post...and quickly...using broad leather straps...I fasten first your neck....then your waist....and finally your ankles to the post...buckling you tight each time...face to the strong post...

Reaching out...I take the wetness of your tight panties in My right hand....and...RRRii-iiPPP!!!...them off of you...folding them up...

I quickly...stuff them deep into your small mouth...packing it full...and...

Taking a scarf....tying a large knot in the center...and
pushing that knot into your full mouth against the panty wad..I quickly knot the ends of the scarf tight behind your neck...gagging you silent...

you will need the gag slave.

suddenly, silence. You toss my over Your shoulder like a parcel, i feel You stride to somewhere near, bouncing against Your shoulder, Your hand cool on my burning ass. feel You stand my blinded and bound body against a strong smooth cool pole. You bind me tightly with leather, one at the neck, then my waist, then ankles. trembling quivering. suddenly feeling the satin crotchless panties ripped from my body, the sound making my shoulders roll and i gasp, then feel my mouth filled, You tying the gag in place. breathing fast now through flared nostrils, the vibrator continuing it's insistent torture on my cunt, skin on fire. the last control .. my voice and the movement of my legs, now gone. only hearing and feeling are left. acutely heightened as the other senses have been taken. a deep tremor within me. focusing.... centering. deeper. looking for the trance.

Yes slave...I control all...
And in that sweet pussy...
Rest My vibrator...
Humming its sweet message of pleasure...
Even as I take the contrasting message into your very soul.

Taking the crop from the bag...I take My position...being right-handed...to the left of the post...and...aiming...the crop begins to sing its song of pain....
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The first white line springs up across your upper back thighs...and in a moment...begins to seep red...
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The second one lands across your back lower legs...across the calves....white...slowly seeping red...
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The third one is again across your upper back thighs...but below the first thin red line...

again hearing before feeling the swissssssh of the instrument You will use to torture this body, then a blinding flash, a hot red wave, a tsunami of intense exploding feeling as i feel You strike my upper thighs below the curve of my still stinging ass, then a deep but soundless groan as You strike my slender calves, the muscles rippling with the force of the blow, breath ragged as the third one again hits, but in a new place on my upper thighs. the smooth hard pole i am attached to doing nothing to stop the rippling force of the waves of pain that thunder down, my heart beating so fast it vibrates my breast bone against the wood, my breasts jolting on either side of it with each vibration of my body. a soft misting roaring in my ears, the descent now in place.

Admiring for a moment the three now red lines...that mark a slave...sparing your ass...as I enjoy the prints of My hand already there...

Walkin to you...placing the crop along the top center of your small back...and...slowly....tracing a line...down...to the sensual slit of your ass...Hissing...

I possess that which is Mine slave girl....Totally...

Walking back to position....Then...Swinging the crop...
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The fouth white line springs up across your upper back thighs...this one above the first...and now there are three...
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The fifth one is across your back lower legs...the sculptured calves....and now there are two...
....Swwiisshhh...........Tha-WWaaccKKK......The sixth stroke of the cruel crop is again across your lower back legs...and now there are also three there...one after another...in a rising line...

I am enjoying you slave...
And I think you are getting ripe to be plucked.

the pause... centering. using it. taking it in. Your words. menancing .. yet desired and hungered for. quivering harder, as i listen. the thin trail of soming flickering across and down from my narrow waist to the cleft of my ass, it shivering with the senations of the vibrator which has made my cunt an inferno of sensations. then suddenly, again hearing the swiisshh .. the sensation of air hitting before the blinding red waves of pain as You strike with stinging fire my upper thighs, then twice more on my calves. my muscles visibly rippling now, my posture stiff, head pulling back against the leather at my neck that allows so little purchase. my silken hair dampening as my skin begins to glow with the efforts of control and focus. weak. grateful now for the bindings i might fall if they weren't in place. my fingers clenching in my hair from where they are bound to each opposite upper arm. silent, blinded. focused. tranced.

Gazing at you...watching your body...the message it sends Me...deciding...

Walking to you...freeing you from the straps...pulling you over to the prepared blocks of concrete...guiding you...on your heels...up onto them...holding you with one arm...as...I reach up...

And pull down the rope that is there...running the end under your crossed forearms in the back...and...back up...using it...from its anchor high overhead...to pull your bound arms up...forcing you to bend forward...until...

The curve of your sensual ass is just right...as inside...My vibrator hummmmmmmsss away its message of pleasure...knowing that on the blocks...you are at just the right height....

And enjoying the curve of your ass and the deep sensual slit...the garter belt....the exquisite hose....your lovely lush tender slave body...bound so helplessly tight...

And in My tight jeans...My hard cock throbs for its release...

stumbling, nearly collapsing into Your side as You release me. not really in this place anymore. You knowing this, Your strong arm supporting me as i am pulled by you, ankles shakey in the spiked heels i wear, feeling the rough concrete cool on my knees and the forward surface of my thighs as You place me down, bend me down, anchor me in place, my arms being pulled even more forcefully back. feeling the hose held by the tight garter belt running from the abrasion of the concrete, my nipples so engorged from the breast binding then add one more silent scream to the crescendo of feelings in my body. feeling cool air in the room touching my tight rosebud, You exposing me to A/all. the vibrator still roughly whirring in my velvet and drenched cunt.

Bending down....pushing your slender small ankles in their high heels together tight...and...with a rope...tying them to stay...with another two ropes...tying your sculptured legs together just below and just above...your knees....the rope overhead...keeping you balanced...though bent over...on the blocks...

Noticing...a slight drip of drool from your gag...I rise...
And walk to where your face is looking down towards your ankles...and..

I untie and remove the scarf....then the wet wad of your panties...and as you work your released mouth...

I slide the long thick rod of My cock on in it...

the fine silk of the hose ripping and rending as You pull my ankles and knees together on the rough jagged concrete blocks. You tying and binding my legs tightly together, imprisoning even deeper the vibrator in my cunt. hearing the sounds of Your boots as You move around my body, hearing other breaths and soft sounds in the room, quivering as the focus changes in me. feeling You untying that which has held the cloth ball of my panties in my mouth, gasping as sweet air rushes into my throat and fills my lungs, then feeling Your cock replaced there. the pulsing vein on the underside throbbing on my hot wet tongue as i encircle Your hardness, lips moving softly on the velvet surface of Your glans, then feeling the ridges and bumps of it as i draw it in deeper. my throat relaxing as i pull You in, the quivering of my body adding a caress to Your hardness. Your taste clean and sweet.

Taking your head in My strong hands...and using them...and the thrusts of My strong lean hips...I slowly begin to fuck your mouth...

My long red and now glistening cock slides deep into and down your throat...knowing you are a slave of The Brotherhood and knowing you have learned how not to choke...

Pulling....thrusting...in and out...watching...My cock fuck your helpless mouth...

Rocking you gently back and fourth on the blocks...as...in the subtle background there is always heard....the ever present hummmmmmmmmmm of the vibrator strapped deeply into your ass....

catching my breaths as You withdraw, then relaxing my throat as You thrust deeply in, over and over.... tongue tickling and working on the vein under Your cock, cheek muscles tensing in a tight silken hug on the sides of Your shaft..

Feeling the pleasure build...erupting for the first climax...filling your mouth with My hot cum...and...as it overflows...catching the hot sticky fluid with the ready wad of your panties...using them to clean My cock off...and wipe the amount that escaped your mouth up....

Before inserting them back into your mouth...and retying the scarf there...tightly into place....

Walking to My bag...pulling out a tube of lub...gazing at your lovely ass...and then your face...as I coat the cock with it liberally...and enjoy as you savor the panties deep in your mouth...

Building up again...as the vibrator hummmmsss away in your pussy....

the amount and taste of Your precum, the spasm in Your forceful cock alerting me to the explosion to come, sucking deeply, hard, swallowing and savoring all that i can as You fill my mouth and throat. a soft smile leaving as You again fill my mouth with the now soaked hot balled pair of panties again. my blinded face up, alert, listening to Your movements. feeling You seal the panties in place, a knot at the back of my head and throat again. tensing. silently nearly erupting myself as the vibrator continues to work in my cunt.

Walking to you...cock again throbbing...in hand...behind you...loving the curve and tautness of the garter belt and hose on your ass...as...slowly...

I place the head of My cock...against...the tightness of your nether entrance...and...begin to pressure and rub...
it slowly...into you...

Gasping...as the cock enters slow...until...it bursts past the tight spincter...and I am in...filling your ass...with the hard thick length of your Master's cock...

And the blocks begin to rock...as I begin to ass-fuck My pretty slave....and in the background...the insistent hummmmmmmm

hearing but not seeing Your footsteps, little sounds from the room telling me W/we are not alone, trembling with excitement as i hear you move behind me, the feeling from the vibrator screaming in my cunt, the fire of the crop marks, and the still dull branding fire on my ass from Your hands roaring their sensations into my being. feeling You touch my nether entrance, jolting as almost instantly hot sweet liquid gushes from my cunt, around the vibrator, dripping in small droplets that run down my inner thighs and to the blocks below, feel You pushing slowly at first, gentle almost, then firmer as i relax, You filling me in this most intense and personal total submissive act a slave can feel. panting now, tossing my head as my silken hair falls from my back and shoulders to my bound and throbbing breasts, silently screaming as the trance place is totally reached... Yours.

Rocking you back and forth now on the blocks as I again build...the tightness of your exquisite ass causing Me to build fast...

As I ass-fuck you I feel the vibrator deep in your pussy...hummmmmiiinnnggggg...away....and build...

Increasing the force and quickness of My thrusts...oulling you with strong hands on your hips back to meet each stroke...pleasure incredible...My eyes on My cock...

Sliding in and out of your tight little ass...the head almost emerging...before I slam it back in...and as I feel the precum begin again...I give you your release...

you may cum now slave....

instantly pouring the swirling roaring red tide of orgasm through my soul at Your permission, thighs trembling, head arched back in a silent moan, wrenched from my gut as my cunt and ass tremble, squirm, spasm, jerk, jolt, enflame me in an earth shattering climax, eyes clenched tightly under the blindfold, tears wetting the leather and some escaping to my cheeks, chewing down hard on the panties as my nostrils flare taking in air that feels like it has no place to go my body is so tight in the feelings....... shivering muscles, ass clenching and unclenching on Your cock and the vibrator, milking Your fluids from You.

Cumming long and hard in your tight ass....and stroking you smoothly with long hard stokes...until the last drop is in you...and only then...

Pulling out of you...cleaning off...zipping up...

Walking to you...easily...with practiced skill...releasing the ropes around your ankles and legs...then the overhead rope...assisting you with strong arms to the floor...

Untying your breasts...then...turning you over...releasing you from the leather cuffs...and...finally...pulling you up...removing the blindfold...and...as My eyes gaze deep into your's...releasing the gag...

Motioning a waiting slave over to clean up....

and...tightly...hugging your soft slender body to My own hard one...whispering as one hand strokes your hair..

you were wonderful slave....

feeling Your scalding eruption deep inside me, its waves coming at the same time as mine. nearly fainting, fighting for breath, feeling You unbind me, one place after the other, lifted. wobbling legs in heels and ruined hose trembling and shaking, leaning into You hard, letting .. begging You to support me. soft tears falling to my cheeks again as i hear Your words of praise. eyes glazed. still a roaring my ears and body. the room dim, eyes not adjusted.

Picking you up over My shoulder...nodding My thanks to T/those present...

And then quickly...carrying you off to private...

L/P

grateful for Your strong arms lifting my still trembling body as You remove me from the room. l/p