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Friday morning could not get here soon enough. All week
I had been both dreading and anticipating our weekend up
in the hills at a “discreet” cabin far from
civilization. The cabin belonged to a friend of ours, and
i had no doubt due to her financial and lifestyle status
that it was posh as well as extremely well-equipped for
those who’s proclivities included all forms of
BDSM play. W/we left the house around 7 a.m. It was easy to
tell late that spring had set in. After a 3 hour drive we reached
the cabin. The place looks to be the size of a modest mansion,
not a cabin well back in the mountains. Double oak front
doors stand guard deep in the entranceway, and You order
me to grab O/our bags from the trunk as You walk ahead to open
the doors. i grab the four bags from the trunk and hurry into
the cabin, carefully avoiding banging against anything
for fear of damaging something worth a years salary. You
call out from an unseen room off to the right “Take
the bags upstairs to the master bedroom, undress and put
your cuffs and collar on then meet Me in the sun room once
you have unpacked O/our belongings and put them away pet.”
“Yes, Mistress” i reply, and make my way up
the curved staircase, mindful of the clear oak railing
running the length of the stairway and across the landing.
i find the master suite and set the bags down, quickly disrobe
then find the toy bag with my cuffs and collar. The cuffs
and collar are quickly secured, the luggage locks on O/our
bags conveniently doubling as the mechanisms for my imprisonment
until You release me at the end of O/our weekend. Satisfied
i’ve completed everything to Your demands, i make
my way downstairs to the sun room and kneel beside You. The
view is spectacular, a huge wall of glass panels looking
out across the mountain range and down into the valley below.
You almost get the feeling you could see forever looking
out at the vista before you. “I think this will be
a most marvelous weekend, don’t you pet? “Yes
Mistress. i think this will be a weekend to remember.”
“Why don’t you go to the kitchen and pour Me
a glass of wine pet” You command. “Right away
Mistress.” i tell You as i rise quickly and head off
to the kitchen. As i expected, no expense was spared in the
kitchen either. Italian marble floors and counter tops
greet me as i enter, and a large island dominates the center
of the room. i take note of the lack sink or stove in the island,
and chuckle when i see the anchor points circling along
the bottom of it. i can just imagine what kind of meal was
prepared on that countertop. I pull a moderately expensive
chardonnay out of the cooler and pop it open. Even the glasses
have their own chiller when white wines are served. i pour
Your glass and make my way back to the sun room, kneel once
again beside You and offer You the glass. “Excellent
choice My pet. When you return to pour My next glass you may
have one as well.” “Thank You Mistress”
is my answer as You drop Your hand down in front of me for worship.
i kiss Your hand in tribute and You quickly take it away,
O/our weekend barely starting. There will be time enough
yet for ceremony and proper respect. i make three more trips
to the kitchen. Besides the wine i also bring You some crackers
and cheese to satisfy You until dinnertime. Pleased with
my attentiveness, You allow me to also partake in the wine
and crackers, and W/we relax and enjoy the view from the
sun room as the afternoon wears on. Eventually You decide
it’s time for some distraction. “Come around
in front of Me pet, it’s time you start earning your
keep for the weekend.” I crawl around the front of
the chair to face You and am greeted by Your outstretched
leg. Your shoes are already off and You begin teasing my
mouth with Your toes, knowing i won’t dare take them
in my mouth until given permission to do so. “Ooooo
such a good little pet. You know well enough what happens
when you start before I give you permission.” i remember
all too well how badly my muscles ached from hours of a standing
spread-eagle mixed with croppings and floggings at regular
intervals. i wondered almost aloud if i had rope burns around
my cock and balls from the hemp rope i was forced to endure
while standing there. “Stick out your tongue pet.”
i instantly obey You. Leisurely You roll Your toes around
on my tongue, making sure to cover every inch of my exposed
tongue with Your toes before switching feet and repeating
the process again. You enjoy this very much because You
know how badly I want to lavish attention on Your feet, and
also how humiliating it is to be kneeling before You drooling
all over myself from keeping my tongue stuck out of my mouth
as far as possible. You catch a long trail of slobber on Your
toe and rub it all over my face, delighting in how red i turn
in embarrassment as my humiliation continues. Satisfied
for now, You finally allow me what i’ve longed for
these past few minutes. “Go ahead little pet. You’ve
slobbered yourself enough for now. You have My permission
to do your worship now.” “Thank You Mistress,
i promise i won’t disappoint You.” i barely
am able to say before launching myself into my work. i carefully
place a hand under Your heel and the other supporting Your
calve. My tongue begins to once more trace circles around
Your toes, caressing, bathing and massaging them all around.
I gently kiss and nibble the undersides of Your feet, paying
special attention to the arch of Your foot. You moan gently
as I continue unabashedly lavishing attention up and down,
top and bottom. You signal that You’ve had enough
when You pull Your feet away, stand and say “Let’s
go.” “Yes Mistress.” I say, raising
myself back up onto my knees so that You may snap my leash
to my collar. i follow behind You on all fours, careful not
to let the leash go taut as You have trained me, lest it turn
from leash to whip to correct my transgression. You walk
me through the entryway and up the stairs to the master suite.
The carpeting in the house is divine, so soft it almost feels
like a sheepskin rug lying over a pillow. W/we pass through
the master suite and head down the small hallway between
the walk-in closets to the master bath. The bathroom is
utterly huge, as big at least as a living room in an average
sized house. The dominant feature is the bathtub on the
raised dais in one corner of the room, surrounded by floor
to ceiling windows on two sides. The tub is huge as well,
comfortably fitting two somewhat large people and god
knows how many petite people. I count at least 24 whirlpool
jets along the sides, most settled within the conforming
bench seats for the occupants to lay back on while relaxing.
“Draw My bath while I prepare My pet. I will return
shortly.” “As You wish, Mistress.”
i reply as i set to work running the water and adjusting the
knobs to get the right temperature. Satisfied i have the
temperature set perfectly, i dig around inside the cosmetics
bag and find the bottle of lavender oil and pour some into
the water. i make sure i mix it up thoroughly with the bath
water, then i crawl over to the mini fridge under the vanity
and grab a bottled water for You. Returning to the tub i find
it filled to where You like it and shut off the water. I light
the 2 dozen or so candles spaced around the tub and turn down
the lights. Just as i finish You return, having put brushed
and put Your hair up in preparation for Your bath. “Very
nice little pet, I’m going to enjoy this bath very
much.” “i hope so Mistress.” i help
You step down into the tub, and as You lay back and let a contented
“ahhhh” escape Your lips, i grab one of the
egyptian cotton towels off the towel bar, fold it neatly
and return to kneel next to the tub holding the towel out
in front of me for Your use when You’re ready. You
extend Your bath as long as possible, using the jets to massage
away any cares You might have. Fully relaxed and deeply
satisfied, You stand and raise Your arms as i stand and wrap
the towel around You. I pat You down taking care to soak up
all the water before removing the towel and hanging it neatly
on the towel bar once again. You step off the dais and head
for the master suite to dress for the evening. “Follow
me pet, when I’m done dressing O/our night will truly
begin.” I comply immediately with “Yes Mistress.”
And follow just behind You to the bedroom. You point to where
You want me, and I kneel obediently as You dress. You slide
into a leather teddy first, perfectly form-fitting of
course, followed by black thigh-high stockings that You
attach to the garters built into the teddy. Thigh-high
kidskin boots and a long sheer robe complete Your ensemble.
I can tell from Your outfit this will be a long night sexual
servitude interlaced with Your diabolical “corrections”
when You feel they’re needed. You get up from the
chair and snap my leash back on my collar and almost second-handedly
say to me “Off to the playroom now little pet.”
“As You wish Mistress.” I make sure to reply
as I crawl behind you down the hallway towards the door at
the end. The room behind the imposing metal clad door is
absolutely amazing. Deep red walls with mahogany shelving
seemingly suspended every type of flogger, cane, crop
or whip imaginable underneath. Lining the shelves were
a plethora of torture and pleasure devices, electro-stimulators
with every known type of attachment, various clamps, dildos
vibrators, plugs, weights. Miles of rope and all different
types of restraints, gags and hoods circled the entire
room. The lush carpeting is everywhere except those places
designed for the submissives to be bound. Those strategically
placed areas were simply small spots of hardwood. There
were several bondage furniture pieces scattered around
the room as well. In the far corner sat a small cage, a curtain
drawn back around it, presumably to be pulled closed for
punishing a wayward submissive. A rack sat a few feet away,
black leather padding gleaming in the light. Opposite
of the cage was a St. Andrews cross, equipped with a hinge
pin so the person strapped onto it could be turned upside
down with relative ease. An oversized spanking bench was
to the right of the cross, obviously custom made, as it was
a design that looked to be made to order. Towards the middle
of the bench was a deep U-shaped pad that looked built into
the bench. The pad had grooves along the insides of it, and
it took a second for me to realize what they were for. Sitting
near the bench was a similar looking pad with eyebolts protruding
from the bottom. Once the submissive was strapped in place
on that side of the bench, his head would rest inside the
U, and once the top piece was locked in place, he wouldn’t
be able to move his head at all nor see what was happening
behind or to his sides. Just in front of the U was a dildo strapped
to the bench, presumably for female submissives or Mistresses
to sit down on. Against the wall nearest the bench sat a machine
which had a long rod protruding from a box set on a stand just
a few inches taller than the bench. Sticking out from the
end of the rod was a dildo. An electrical cord ran from the
box and rested on the floor next to an outlet. Finally in
the middle of the room was a large suspension rack, with
winches on both sides so as to pull the bound person into
a severely stretched, suspended spread-eagle depending
on how the pulley system was rigged. Also in the room are
a set of stocks, and a high back chair with a cross arm that
has 5 leather straps attached on each side for immobilizing
arms. The seat is nothing more than 2 struts for the submissive’s
legs to rest on, leaving the genital area with wide open
access for torture or play. Wordlessly, You walk me around
the room, stopping at each device contemplating where
to begin first. W/we make several circuits around the room
before You stop at the suspension rack. A short tug upwards
on my leash and I’m on my feet instantly. You grasp
my right arm and attach my cuff to the lock on the end of the
rope, then do the same to the left. You leave me standing
there while You retrieve a riding crop for the nearest shelf,
walking back over to me, You give me a firm on the inside
of my thigh while commanding me to spread my legs. You fix
my ankle cuffs to the rope running from the lower pulleys,
then begin cranking the winch slowly, each click of the
ratchet a reminder of the loss of freedom of movement, which
also begins to be reinforced with the slow inexorable stretching
apart of my limbs. Finally satisfied I’m stretched
taut enough for You, You move off searching for more toys
to use, after planting the crop between my teeth with a sharp
order to hold it until You return. You return quickly, kneeling
in front of me and begin attaching a C&B harness on me.
You quickly capture my balls with the strap, and i feel them
being separated by a strap that runs between them that You
cinch tightly. You begin binding my cock with the rest of
the straps, cinching them tightly as well so it feels as
if no blood will get in or out until You release them. I yank
on my bonds and moan at the pressure being exerted on my genitals.
You smile knowingly and take the crop from my mouth. “Not
to worry pet. It won’t last so long you’ll
have to worry about them dropping off.” You walk
slowly behind me, and i feel the crop moving against my bare
skin. My legs and arms begin to tremble, partly from the
strain, and partly in anticipation of that first sweet
stinging blow from the crop. i can already feel the warmth
from the blow spreading through me, even though You haven’t
touched me yet. Seconds later I feel it for real, the sharp
“smack” sound followed quickly by a low growl
from my lips as I jerk in response. “Oooo only 29 more
to go pet.” You chide me. The blows are terribly hard,
merely set to get things started, not the brutal punishment
blows for correctional purposes. You continue Your work,
alternating the blows on each cheek, making sure no area
goes untouched as You play the crop over my cheeks like a
painter on a canvas, bringing out a bright shade of red with
every slap. You reach thirty, and replace the crop in my
mouth before wrapping one arm around me, holding me tightly
as Your other hand moves delicately across my ass, stoking
the fire You’ve so expertly built there. “Don’t
go anywhere pet. I need a glass of water before we continue.”
You walk out of the room quickly, leaving me to struggle
helplessly in my bonds, my feet barely touching the floor
as I twist this way and that in a vain attempt to cool my burning
behind. You return quickly, and step behind me and seat
Yourself on a chair while You watch me writhe around as You
drink Your water. Occasionally, You dip Your fingers in
the glass and flick the water on my still reddened ass, delighting
in how it makes me jump, and noting the goosebumps that form
each time You do. Finally finished with Your water, You
stand and release the tension from the winch. i groan loudly
as my muscles spasm to hold themselves up. You reattach
my leash and once again I follow obediently behind You.
W/we journey yet again around the room, this time stopping
at the chair. “Up you go little pet” You say.
I climb gingerly onto the chair, and You begin strapping
my arms to the crossbar, the four straps on each appendage
insuring there would be no escape. You remove my collar,
and immediately replace it with the neck strap attached
to the chair back. The chest and waist straps quickly follow
suite, and finally my thighs and ankles are locked into
their respective straps rendering me virtually immobile.
I feel utterly exposed, even more so than on the suspension
rack because of my severely limited movement now. You move
around the chair to where i cannot see You. i hear what sounds
like objects being picked off the shelf then put back down,
and i realize You are slowly working Your way down a mental
list of what’s in store for me next. i’m unprepared
for the blindfold to lower across my eyes so quickly. With
my head immobile, and my sight taken away, i cannot see nor
escape the kiss You give me, nor the gag that goes into my
mouth the moment You pull Your lips away. i feel You kneel
in front of the chair, You let out a slight “ummm”
as You admire Your handiwork. You move in close and remove
the C&B strap, my cock and balls springing free immediately
as i pull hard on my bonds as the blood rushes back into sensitive
areas. Your hand reaches in and begins massaging my genitals,
and I moan as loudly as the ball gag permits me. You pull Your
hand away before i can begin to really enjoy Your touch,
and i feel Your fingers begin probing around my rectum,
working a generous portion of lubricant as far inside me
as You can reach. The cold metal pushing against my rectum
shocks me. i wasn’t expecting a metal plug. I also
feel a metal ring being snapped around my balls and then
another around my cock shortly thereafter. I have no idea
what’s happening, and this coupled with my immobility
drives me deep into my inner mind. Time seems to slow to a
crawl as my skin becomes alive with nerve endings, every
touch magnified a hundredfold or more as I struggle to maintain
myself under this onslaught or confusion. Finished attaching
the devices, You move back and silently watch the struggle
taking place within my mind, going over in your head the
infinite possibilities i must be contemplating at this
very moment. You continue to let my uncertainty build,
until Your certain the time has come for You to intervene,
and introduce new stimuli into the mix. The buzzing around
my balls gives me the first indication of what’s
happening to me next, slowly building up, it feels like
ants crawling all over my cock and balls, the zapping not
severe, just a constant surge that keeps me on edge. I brace
myself as best I can for what I know is coming next. The surge
hits my cock and forces a hard contraction, and i’m
almost afraid i’m coming without Your permission
when it happens. You play with the settings for a while longer,
an adjustment here, another there until You’re
satisfied the settings are achieving the desired effect.
I hear You move off once again as I fight futilely to escape
the buzzing. My first indication You’re back is
when You lay the short flogger across my thigh. i jump slightly
at it’s touch, then settle back immediately. My
relaxation ends quickly as the plug buried in my ass now
springs to life, my sphincter muscles contract around
it pulling it deeper inside me. You chuckle aloud, knowing
that in trying to sort through all the sensations i’m
being assaulted with, i forgot about the plug in my ass,
and You are all too happy to give me a reminder it was there.
You play with the pulse rate and amplitude, and get the plug
settled into a rhythm that forces me to butt-fuck myself
as i continually contract and relax. You pick the flogger
up and begin working over my thighs with smooth effortless
strokes. i’m practically in a state of altered consciousness
now from the multitude of senses my brain is trying to sort
through. You move the flogger to begin working my chest,
alternating between there and my now highly sensitive
thighs. i have zero concept of time, or even reality at this
point and i have no idea how long it has been since You put
down the flogger and turn off the stims. i’m vaguely
aware of my surroundings as i return from the netherworld
i was taken to, and i slowly begin to realize i’m no
longer blindfolded or gagged and the electrodes have been
removed. “Ahhh, there’s my pet” You
say to me, recognizing my return to the present. “That
was a most enjoyable and productive three hours”
You chuckle as You see the shock register on my face. “Only
three hours?” i say to myself. It could have been
three days for all i know. I shift about, still strapped
to the chair, more an exercise of checking to make sure i’m
all in one piece than anything else. You leave me there a
while longer, not satisfied to set me free until You’re
certain I’ve regained all my faculties. You casually
stroll over to the chair, and slowly begin the process of
releasing me. “I think that was enough fun for the
day, don’t you pet?” “Oh, Yes Mistress.
Most definitely” i reply almost breathlessly.
“Good. Go clean yourself up and by the time you’re
finished I should be ready for you to tuck me into bed for
the night little pet. Don’t keep Me waiting too long.”
As W/we walk down the hallway, the only thought i can conjure
in my head is “i wonder if i can survive another session
like this tomorrow.” W/we sleep in decadently late,
not wanting to rouse from the relaxing night of mountain
peacefulness. There’re two constants about staying
in the mountains, Y/you sleep much better and Y/you have
a huge appetite. i prepare the coffee and get breakfast
started once i’ve served You Your first cup of the
morning. You relax out on the back porch watching the sun
slowly move up higher in the sky. The smell of food catches
Your nose, and shortly after, i deliver Your breakfast.
W/we eat peacefully, enjoying the sunshine and the sounds
of mountain animals. i clear the table and clean the dishes
as You enjoy the peaceful setting. i return to the patio
to find You grinning, and i shudder inside thinking what
might lie behind that smile. “Time for you to pay
up for the attention last night little pet” You say
to me as You open Your robe. “Yes Mistress”
I reply as I move to kneel in front of You, knowing what’s
expected of me. I begin at Your feet, slowly caressing each
toe with my tongue, paying close attention to Your movements
and sounds. I move slowly up You leg, alternating between
them so neither is neglected. A lick here, a nibble there,
soft kisses all slowly move up Your legs until i reach their
apex. You moan softly as Your hands run through my hair while
i continue on my journey, and i pause at Your inner thighs
for quite some time before moving those last few marvelous
inches to begin the final push to the erotic summit. Your
legs slip up over my shoulders, and You pull my head hard
against You urging me on complete my task. Still elevated
from the passion of the previous night, You quickly succumb
to a shattering orgasm, much faster than either of U/us
had anticipated. You shudder for quite sometime, riding
out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible until they
eventually subside leaving You energized and relaxed.
With the sun now high overhead, You walk me between two of
the porch support posts and tie my arms and legs outstretched
between them. i hear You pull up a lounge chair, and feel
the first teasing passes of the buggy whip brushing lightly
across my ass. You play the whip back and forth across my
ass with slow lazy strokes. It almost seems like You’re
doing it out of habit and without a thought rather than with
a deliberate goal in mind. i feel the whip move up across
my back, down to the backs of my thighs and back upwards again.
You stop occasionally to let things settle, or play the
whip back and forth between my legs to keep me on edge. The
harder strikes signal that You’re getting up to
grab a cool drink, and I’m left alone to watch the
birds and other animals go about their daily business amongst
the trees while You’re gone. You eventually return
and pick up where You left off, occasionally stopping to
allow me a drink or to stand up and stretch and walk around
the porch, as i stand there bound and naked between the posts.
The time comes soon when it’s time to prepare dinner,
so You release my bonds and send me inside to relax for a few
minutes before i prepare O/our dinner. With dinner complete
i’m taken upstairs to the chamber and put inside
the cage until You return. You’ve seen fit to lock
my chastity belt on, complete with the medium butt plug
held firmly in place with the leather strap running between
my cheeks. You lock my cuffs over my head through the top
bars, and disappear down the hallway to get dressed for
O/our evening. You’re return signals the start
of a full night torment for me. You’re dressed in
a leather corset, laced up tightly, Your hair pulled back
tightly in a bun. A leather belt with d rings around it for
hanging whips and floggers adorns Your cinched in waist.
Over Your black stockings are rigid thigh high boots, that
lace from the top of Your foot all the way up Your thigh. You
glide across the chamber and graze Your hand across the
floggers, trying to decide which You ones You will choose
for tonight’s entertainment. You stop at the red
and purple suede set, and grab the 24 and 12 inch ones off
their hangers and attach them to Your belt. You also grab
the keys to my cuffs, and then head over to the cage where
I’m imprisoned. You release me from the cell, and
march me quickly over to the rack. You grin evilly as You
pat the leather covered surface, gesturing me to hop onto
it. I obey at once, and You grab my wrists and swing me quickly
around while pulling me onto my back. You remove my cuffs
and attach the rack’s cuffs tightly to my wrists.
You do the same for my ankles, and slowly move up the rack,
a spandex glove encased hand trailing enticingly up my
body as You do. “Ready to begin My pet?” You
say with a grin. It’s not like i really have a choice
in the matter here. “Yes Mistress.” i reply,
as i set myself for the long night ahead. “Then I won’t
keep you waiting any longer pet” You chime merrily
as You begin slowly cranking the wheel at the head of the
rack. I feel the slack begin to draw in on my arms, and slowly
everything begins to tighten. i begin to understand why
this was such an effective torture device during the middle
ages. i cannot gain any purchase to relieve the strain on
my joints. I can only continue to endure the stress as You
tighten the wheel a few more notches then set the lock. i
also cannot pull myself up to relieve the strain as i could
when suspended, even if it was a very short distance. You
move back down me, checking to see how taut I am and insuring
proper circulation in my hands and feet. Satisfied everything
will be ok for a while, You pull out a Whartenberg pinwheel,
and slowly run it over my chest, concentrating on my nipples.
You seem to leave no area untouched, my arms, neck, chest,
belly, all are tormented repeatedly with the sharp little
spikes rolling across the skin. You stop briefly to allow
me to catch my breath. I soon understand why You did this.
Suddenly, I feel the sharp points rolling across my chastity
imprisoned cock. You smile gleefully as You play the wheel
in between the leather straps that encircle my cock and
hold it tightly against the strap that runs through my legs.
My balls are the next victim of Your devious torture. Already
constricted by the hole in the strap they are forced through,
You take great care in maneuvering the wheel to and fro across
this most sensitive area. You vary the speed, turning me
into a horizontal marionette as I writhe and dance in response
to Your torments. You put down the pinwheel and pull a flogger
off Your belt. Barely recovered from the pinwheel sensations,
the flogger re-ignites every nerve ending in my body as
You skillfully wield the flogger across my stretched body.
my skin turns a deep red as You continue the flogging. As
suddenly as You started, You bring it to an end, only to pick
up the wheel and torture my already hyper-sensitive skin.
The surge of sensations coursing through my bound body
threaten to overwhelm me, but You back off when You sense
it may be too much, and then start back with a vengeance once
You know i’m ok. You continue alternating between
these two for untold minutes, possibly hours, until the
entire rack is soaked with O/our sweat from the exertion.
You slowly release the tension on the wheel, my groans filling
the chamber as blood rushes back into over-taxed joints
and muscles. You smile down at me, and begin massaging my
arms and legs to speed up the process. After thoroughly
rubbing my aching limbs, You release me from the rack and
slowly help off it to my feet. “Very well done My pet.”
You praise me, giving me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’m
very impressed how well you handled that.” I can
barely manage a “Thank You Mistress.” In
my worn state, and You help me over to the spanking bench
for O/our next round of fun. “This will be much more
enjoyable for U/us both My pet.” You promise. I climb
onto the bench, and hold myself up as You attach the ankle
cuffs to me, locking my legs on the arm that runs the length
of the bottom of the bench. With a soft touch on the back of
my head, You command me to lower my head into the U shaped
pillow, and You insert the upper part into the grooves and
slide it down tight onto my neck and lock it in place. You
retrieve a rather large ace bandage from the shelf, and
a set of pliable foam earplugs. You insert the plug into
my ears and begin wrapping the bandage around my face, rendering
my deaf as well as blind as You cover my eyes throwing me into
complete darkness. i’m left with only the sense
of my own heartbeat and breathing, hearing and feeling
the rise and fall of my chest as my heart begins to beat faster,
not knowing what will happen to me next. The kiss of the crop
soon lets me know, that familiar fire quickly spreading
across my cheeks as You work it over my soon reddened ass.
As quickly as it started it finishes, and i’m left
to catch my breath while You move off to gather up god knows
what else to torment me with. I feel the strap of my chastity
belt removed, and the plug isdie me pops out. Your lubricated
fingers plunge deep into my ass and clue me in to what comes
next. You work Your fingers in and out of me slowly, insuring
i’m well lubed for You to use the strap on. More and
more lube enters me on Your fingers, and it almost feels
like You’re giving me an enema. You pull Your fingers
out one last time, and i feel the head of the dildo begin to
penetrate me. You work it deep inside me, and at that point
something seems to not feel quite right about this. i feel
You mount the bench in front of me, Your fingers poking at
my mouth telling me to open it. The dildo strapped in front
of me quickly fills my mouth, and You work it back and forth
to lubricate it with my saliva. Satisfied both You and the
dildo are wet enough, You pull it out and i feel You lower
Yourself down on it. You move Yourself closer to me, and
thrust Your pelvis in my face, and without a word I begin
to understand the true purpose for this pillow. my mouth
is perfectly positioned to lick You. My tongue instantly
goes to work as You move up and down on the dildo. At the same
time, the dildo in my ass begins moving in and out of me, and
i realize this is the machine i saw yesterday in the corner.
You move the controls for the machine to match the rhythm
You’ve set for Yourself. My tongue stretches to
its limits to keep contact with You as You bounce up and down
before me. i feel the speed increase on the machine, my ass
being pummeled mercilessly in time with You. i cannot keep
my tongue on You totally now, so i focus on giving Your clit
quick flicks as You come down on the dildo to bury it deep
inside You. i feel a sudden pressure on the top part of the
pillow, and think to myself that You must be getting very
close to coming. The machine continues it’s relentless
pounding behind me, and through the earplugs i hear a barely
audible wail as You surge over the edge into a deep earth-shattering
orgasm. Your pelvis pulls away from my mouth, and i feel
weight once again on the top of the pillow. i can only guess
You’ve leaned forward on it to catch You breath and
regain Your senses after Your orgasm. The machine abruptly
stops, and i feel it begin to slowly back out of me until just
the head remains inside me. i feel You rise off the dildo
finally, and you stuff it in my mouth and begin moving my
head slowly up and down it to clean Your juices off it. i moan
loudly at Your taste, savoring every bit i can swallow up
as i greedily lick the phallus in search of more. You remove
the machine from my ass, and return to run Your hands and
fingers over my back and ass, occasionally diving between
my legs to stroke my cock or scrape lightly across my balls,
keeping me right at the edge of orgasm but not allowing me
complete bliss. You release me from the bench, and walk
me to the St Andrews Cross. “This wont take too long
I think pet” You tell me as You strap me onto the cross,
You return with another C&B harness which You quickly
don on me, another trip to the wall brings You back holding
a vibrator. “Here’s how this works My pet.”
i listen intently for Your instructions. “I’m
going to put this directly under the head of your cock, and
you are going to use your muscles to hold yourself up off
it for as long as you can. Understand?” “Yes
Mistress.” i reply as the vibrator springs to life.
You settle back in the chair after adjusting the stand holding
the vibrator under my cock a couple times until You’re
satisfied it will have the most effective placement. I
contract my muscles and elevate my cock off the vibrator.
For the first few minutes it seems like a simple task, but
soon those muscles begin to tire, and i have a harder and
harder time keeping myself elevated off the vibrator.
Finally my muscles give out completely, and my cock lands
squarely on the vibrator and stays despite all my efforts
to move it off. You smile, knowing what will happen next.
As my orgasm builds my muscles grow so weak the cannot contract
properly to expel the semen. The rush of semen and fullness
it feels serves to heighten my orgasm even more, along with
the burning of my muscles as the try to contract to shoot
the fluid out of me. It’s the most intense orgasm
i’ve ever experienced. I collapse in my bonds and
hang limply on the cross as You replace the vibrator on the
shelf. Small shudders continually wrack my body as little
by little my semen runs out from me to drop on the hardwood
flooring below. You allow me time to recover, then release
the hinge pin on the cross and spin me over onto my head and
lock me in place. “Time to clean up your mess pet.
This time I’m going to help you.” You sit back
down and run Your toes through the puddle of semen I’ve
left on the floor, and move them to my mouth for me to clean
off. “Make sure you clean them off well pet.”
It’s utterly humiliating to swallow your own semen,
even more so to have it fed to you while hanging upside down.
I continue doing as You’ve ordered, until You’re
satisfied my mess has been properly dealt with. You stand
and spin me back upright, and release me from the cross.
i kneel and kiss Your feet again as soon as I’m on the
floor, and You stand there for a few minutes allowing this
homage to You before pulling Your foot away and motioning
me to follow You down the hallway to bed. W/we rise early
the next day, and quickly pack for O/our journey home. Well
rested despite the prior evening’s activities,
W/we eat breakfast, straighten up the cabin and load the
car all before 9 a.m. W/we hesitate at the doorway, before
closing it behind U/us and start walking to the car. “W/we
didn’t even use half the stuff She has in there you
know.” You say half absentmindedly. “She
has a rather large selection of candles, a vacuum bed and
a set up that hangs ice cubes over that rack to drip on the
person stretched out on it.” You look back towards
the cabin again as W/we reach the car, and before w/we climb
in i say “You know Mistress, W/we really don’t
need to leave for another three or four hours yet.”
i see a faint twinkle in Your eye, and You motion towards
the cabin with Your head before you race off ahead of me to
unlock the door.

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