Sumerslave 1

PROLOGUE

I called her before I left the office on Friday afternoon.

"Hello," she answered

"Hello, slut."

"Oh, Master, I'm so glad you called. How are you? When do you think you'll get here?"

"I'm fine. I'll be leaving in just a few minutes. Two hours . . . that'll make itabout 7:15. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master, I can't wait."

"Good. What are you wearing?"

"Nothing, Master, as you directed."

"Nothing?"

"Just the collar, Master."

"Fix some sandwiches and a salad for dinner, then put on your "uniform" and wait for me in the living room."

"Yes, Master."

"Bye now. See you in a couple hours."

"Bye, Master. I love you."

"I love you too, slut." Click.

We were living apart that summer. She was finishing her degree at the university, and I had gotten a job in another city, about a hundred miles away. We decided that she was to be my slave for the summer. That sounds a little strange, since I was going to be in another city most of the time, but would allow us to keep up the scene for an extended period without the pressure of maintaining our Master and slave roles full time.

The ground rules were pretty straightforward: she could go about her daily business as usual. Her classes, her workouts at the athletic center, getting together with friends, were not to be affected by her slavery. When she got home, though, and full time on weekends, she was under my orders.

She was to always address me as "Master." She was to recognize that she was a nameless slave, and I'd call her whatever I pleased, but never her name.

In our apartment, she was to always wear her collar, a one inch wide black leather dog collar that I had gotten her the previous Christmas, and nothing else. She was so comfortable with nudity, though, that simply having her stay naked didn't seem like a sufficient reminder to her of her slavery. She had always slept nude, and preferred nude beaches and an all-over tan.

We decided that she would also keep her pubic hair shaved. The morning after I had shaved her the first time, she stood drying her hands after washing dishes. She wore only the collar. I asked how it made her feel.

"Naked," she said with a chuckle and tossed her head, her straight red-blonde hair swinging around her shoulders. "And proud. I may be a slave and a slut, but I'm YOUR slut."

The whiteness of the newly shaved triangle was such a contrast to the deep tan elsewhere that her cunt almost seemed to glow. Her private parts were now a much more prominent part of her anatomy; just the effect I had intended.

On the way into town, I stopped at my favorite adult shop to get a surprise for her. They had the new issue of "Naked Bondage" on display so I picked that up, then went back to the toy corner.

They were hanging between the ball gags and a display of vibrators: two alligator clips connected by about eight inches of fine chrome-plated chain. The teeth were covered with plastic, and each clip had a screw to adjust the opening and pressure. We already had one pair of similar clamps, but these were slightly smaller. Exactly what I was looking for.

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Chapter 1

WELCOME HOME

My stop at the adult shop made me a few minutes late. I unlocked our front door at 7:30. She was kneeling, face to the carpet, about eight feet directly in front of the door. Anyone walking by in the breezeway could have easily seen her through the open door. In front of her spread knees, in a bucket of ice, was a bottle of Korbel champagne and beside it a single champagne glass.

"Up." I said, closing the door behind me and setting down my overnight bag.

She swung her body upright and looked me in the face. Her knees were spread wide apart on the carpet and her cunt positively beamed at me.

"Slut, you just might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She had gone far beyond my orders to demonstrate her submission. The "uniform" I had told her to wear was her minimal "slave around the house" restraints: her collar, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and two twelve inch chromed chains connecting wrist-to-wrist and ankle-to-ankle. She was able to do housework in the uniform, but just barely.

She had started with the uniform, but cuffed her wrists behind her without the separating chain. Her leash was tied around a post that supported the stereo stand and clipped to her collar. She had inserted her favorite gag, a short rubber penis on a black leather strap. And she was wearing our original, larger, set of alligator clips, one on each nipple. The screws were backed all the way out, so she felt the full pressure of the spring-loaded teeth. I knew that with the clips applied like that her nipples soon went from painful to unbearable to numb. She smiled at me, if it's possible to smile around a gag that big.

I untied the leash from the post and said, "You may rise."

She bowed face down again, her hair dragging the floor, then slowly struggled to her feet.

I removed the gag first, reaching behind her to pull the strap through its rings.

"Thank you, Master." She was breathless, almost whispering, with a slight, brittle edge of pain in her voice.

"Do you want me to take off the nipple clamps?"

"If it pleases you, Master." The exact, correct response.

I was overwhelmed. She had always been enthusiastic about our games, but never before had she thrown herself so totally into submission. I had been gone only five days, but in that time, it seemed that she had determined to become the perfect slave.

I quickly squeezed open a clip, releasing her left nipple. "Ssssssss." She sucked air between her teeth, grimaced. The beginning of tears appeared in her eyes. I squeezed the other clip and dropped both in the floor with their chain. "Ssssssss, oooooohhh." The sucking turned into a faint cry as her knees buckled and she slid down my legs to the floor.

"Thank you, Master," she gasped. "I..I..I..I just came." She leaned against my knees and with her lips gently caressed my penis through my pants.

"Will you stop that?"

"It doesn't please you, Master?"

"It pleases me just fine, but I need to get settled in."

"Yes, Master, how may I help you?"

"Get up."

Again, she bowed face down to the floor and struggled shakily to her feet. Grabbing her shoulders, I spun her around and unclipped the wrist cuffs from behind her back.

"Chain your wrists in front, then unpack my bag."

"Yes, Master." As she bent down for my overnight bag, still sitting next to the front door, she positioned herself to make sure I had a clear view of her anus and her shaved cunt from the rear. With tiny, shuffling steps, she took my bag to the bedroom. I swatted her ass lightly with my hand as she passed.

I picked up the champagne in its bucket and the single glass. I crossed the room and sat on our sofa, then for the first time since arriving, looked around the room.

The apartment was small, with a twelve by sixteen living room separated from a minimal kitchen and dining area by a counter. A short hallway led past the bathroom to our bedroom and a second bedroom we used as an office.

She had pulled the coffee table back against the front window by the door in anticipation of our games. She also knew that she would serve as my coffee table for the weekend, holding or retrieving anything I desired.

Just in front of the coffee table, she had laid out every bit of our bondage clothing, toys and devices in neat rows, sorted by type and use. And she had added some household items that she thought might be useful. There were gags, both purchased and homemade. There were straps and harnesses, a black satin corset, a red and black half-bra, several neat coils of rope in various lengths and a brand new package of clothes pins. There were a variety of dildos, vibrators and plugs. There was a set of spreader bars, homemade from dowels and screw eyes; a couple whips, a short leather cat and one of knotted nylon cord, and a pink plastic fly swatter.

She soon shuffled back into the hallway, her hands now connected in front of her by a twelve inch chain.

"Get a saucer from the kitchen, then come here."

"As you wish, Master."

Her movement across the room was slow, almost painfully so, but the sight of her, nude and hobbled, as she attempted to scurry to do my bidding was worth any delay.

"On your way back, turn on the radio."

"Yes, Master."

When she returned, I had her kneel facing me about two feet in front of the sofa. My feet were on the floor between her spread knees.

I opened the bottle of champagne with a loud "pop" and poured myself a glass.

"Hand me the saucer." She bowed face down to the floor and held the saucer over her head in both hands.

I took the saucer from her and filled it with champagne. Handing it back to her I said, "Put it there," and pointed at the floor between my feet.

"No hands," I ordered.

She leaned down and lapped champagne from the saucer like a cat.

"How long did you wait there for me?"

"Since ten till seven, Master." She looked up at me from the saucer.

"So long, slut? You knew I wouldn't be here till at least seven fifteen." She had knelt there, alone in silence, with those clamps on her nipples for almost forty five minutes.

"I didn't want to take the chance that you would get here and I wouldn't be ready."

"Thank you, my slave. I'm impressed by your devotion. How has your week been?"

"Wonderful, Master . . . and lonely. My classes aren't too awful, but I really miss you. Being a collared slave, you know, naked all the time, and my shaved . . . my shaved . . . "

"Cunt, slut."

"My shaved . . . cunt, Master. It's, well, refreshing. You know I'd just as soon be nude most of the time anyway, but this is different."

"Why different?"

"Because it's for you, Master."

She bent down again to lap more champagne.

"My shave did cause a bit of a stir at the athletic center."

"It did?" I feigned shock.

"In the shower and locker room. Some of the girls were . . . surprised. I was SO embarrassed. I told them I have this tiny bikini, and sort of got carried away, but I don't think any of them believed me."

"Tell them the truth." I grinned. "It's your badge of submission."

"Master, I couldn't do that." She lowered her head, attempting to hide a blush.

"None of them would believe it anyway."

She had licked the saucer dry by then, and I had emptied my glass.

"Get our salads, slut."

"Master, I ate earlier. I wanted to devote my full attention to serving you. And, I was hungry. I'll bring yours right now."

"I guess that's an adequate explanation. Go!" I slapped the inside of her thigh, hard.

She bowed and rose, much easier now that her hands were in front. She shuffled back to the kitchen with tiny steps. I heard the refrigerator open and close. She returned quickly, her ankle chain jangling on the floor as she walked.

I had her kneel as before and hold the salad bowl in front of her. Her hands served as my table while I watched her and ate in silence. I couldn't take my eyes off her. A proper slave, head bowed, she didn't see me taking in every bit of her with my eyes: the cascade of blonde hair, the way her deep brown nipples on tanned breasts hung above the bowl and her outstretched hands, her trim stomach, muscular legs splayed wide apart on floor, the white triangle of her shaved cunt.

I loved her and she knelt before me in service and submission. I was excited. I could have pushed her back on the floor and taken her then and there, but I knew we would both be more satisfied later if I did not. I was a very happy man.

She served me my sandwich, a roast beef and swiss on rye, the same way.

While she took the dirty dishes to the kitchen, I poured her saucer full and filled my glass with the last of the champagne. When she returned, she lapped up the champagne greedily, while I sipped mine.

"That's right," I teased, "get all you can now. You won't be drinking again for a while. Do you think I should whip you till my arms get tired?"

"If it pleases you, Master."

"But does it please you, cunt?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, looking down at the floor.

"What, slut?"

"Yes, Master." Much louder this time.

"What pleases you, slut? Look at me."

She slowly raised her head to look into my eyes. "It pleases me that you would whip me until your arms get tired, Master."

"Are you sure, cunt? I think I'll just hang you up in the closet and go to bed."

"No, Master. Please. Please whip me." She leaned down to wrap her arms around my leg, and kissed and licked my shoes.

"I don't think you really want it, slut."

"Oh, yes, Master, please, please whip me," she gasped between licks. "I beg you. Whip me."

"Where do you want to be whipped, slut?"

"All over Master. Whip my whole body, Master."

" Where exactly, slut?"

"My back, Master, and my ass."

"Show me."

She turned and knelt face down, her gorgeous tanned ass spread toward me.

"See, Master? Whip my back and my ass."

"Where else?"

"My legs. You see my legs, Master." She stretched her legs out straight, raising her ass high in the air with her face still to the floor.

"And my feet. Whip my feet." She dropped back to her knees and kicked her feet behind her.

"Very good, slave. And the other side?"

She turned back around to face me and cupped her breasts in her bound hands. "My tits, Master. Whip my tits hard." I still have not met a woman who can enjoy, or even tolerate, as much breast pain as she did.

"And my belly, Master. Whip my belly and my thighs." She ran her hands slowly up and down her body.

"And, Master, please, please whip my cunt." She leaned all the way back, her head to the floor. Her spread thighs opened her sex wide.¨

"Whip my cunt, Master." She spread her cunt lips with her fingers. "Whip my cunt. See, I'll spread it for you, so you can whip it inside."

"If you want it so badly, of course I'll whip you."

"Yes, Master, I beg you, Master."

"From your neck to your toes."

"Please, Master."

"Let's see . . . We'll need the eighteen inch and thirty inch spreader bars, the red ball, and the Ace bandage for a blindfold. Bring them to me."

She swung forward, touched her forehead to the floor and started to rise.

"Crawl," I said.

She dropped back to her hands and knees and crawled to the toys she had arranged so neatly in the floor. She crawled directly away from me, making sure that I again had the best possible view of her asshole and shaved cunt.

She looped the blindfold, a four inch by five foot strip of stretch fabric, loosely around her neck and gathered the bars and ball in her hands. Grasping the ball in one hand and the bars in both, she tried to turn on her knees and knuckles to return. She dropped the ball three times before she got turned all the way around. It was just too big to grasp along with the bars and try to knuckle walk as well.

"If you can't carry that ball, I guess you'll just have to wear it."

"Please, no, Master."

"What was that?"

"Please, Master. I know I'll have to wear it, but not so soon. Please," she whined.

"What, slut? I've had an awfully long day and . . . "

"Yes, Master. If it pleases you, Master," she acquiesced with a tone that meant "If you insist, Master, but I won't like it."

She grabbed the red rubber ball in one hand and forced it slowly into her mouth. If the penis was her most favorite gag, this was her least. It was just slightly smaller than a tennis ball. She said it made her jaws sore. Once it passed her teeth, she was unable to push it out with her tongue. It could be pulled out with difficulty, but it easily stayed in without a strap. I could see a large circle of red rubber between her open lips and teeth.

"Much better."

"Unnh, unnh." She shook her head.

"Well, bring them here."

She crawled to me on knuckles and knees. Again kneeling by my feet, she handed me the bars and blindfold.

"Thank you, cunt." I set them on the sofa beside me. "I'll also need about three feet of chain and the little rope whip. Go."

She bowed to the floor and turned on her knees to crawl back across the room.

"On your belly, slave." She dropped to the floor and squirmed the remaining six feet to the array of goodies. Face down, she pulled a chain and the whip to her. Chain in one hand and whip in the other, she writhed back to me across the carpet with exquisite slowness.

She again positioned herself at my feet and handed me the whip and chain. I set the chain aside and flicked the whip at her left tit.

"Unh." She barely flinched away from the blow. It wasn't much, as whips go, just four two-foot strands of nylon cord with knotted ends and a coiled cord handle. It stung more than anything else, but it did sting, a lot. With it I really could punish her until my arms grew tired without doing any lasting damage, but she'd certainly know she'd been whipped.

"Stand."

She rose gracefully to her feet. I grabbed the ring on the front of her collar and pulled her near the middle of the room under a hook mounted in the ceiling. A previous tenant had apparently hung a swag lamp from that hook, but it was perfect for our purposes as well.

I removed the chain from between her wrists, then clipped the screw eyes at each end of the shorter bar to her wrist cuffs. I attached the chain to the ceiling hook and clipped it to another eye in the middle of the bar. She stood with her hands held above her head, eighteen inches apart.

I briefly freed her ankles and attached the longer spreader bar to the ankle cuffs. Her feet were forced far apart by the bar. She stood flat footed and could flex her knees just slightly. I could reach every bit of her with the whip, except the soles of her feet.

I folded the strip of spandex in half lengthwise, wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes, and tied it behind her head.

"Ready, slut?" I brushed my hand gently along the curve of her breast and down her side to her hip. Her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips. "Unh hunh," she nodded. She would have no clue to the whip's blows except for the sound of my voice and my footsteps and maybe, just maybe, the whistle of the whip as it swung toward her.

"Ten quick ones to start." I stood behind her. She braced herself for blows to her back. Her hands searched for something to hold onto, but, cruelly, even the spreader bar was unreachable the way it was clipped to her cuffs.

I swung at her back ten times, hard and fast. She recoiled from each blow, arching forward, away from me. She grunted softly with each stroke. A fine tracery of faint red lines crossed her back from hips to shoulder blades.

"Okay?"

"Hummnh." She nodded rapidly.

I alternated the next eight strokes across the backs of her legs, left, right, left, right. She hopped from foot to foot, as if trying to avoid the blows after they had struck. I aimed the next stroke straight up between her spread ass cheeks. The knotted cords wrapped underneath and certainly struck her bare lower lips. She popped up onto her toes, straining against the wrist cuffs, then sank slowly back down.

I walked around in front of her. She had started to sweat and a thin trail of drool appeared at one corner of her mouth.

"You like this, don't you?"

She rocked her head from side to side, as if to say "I don't, but I do."

"If you're that noncommittal, we could just forget it right now. I'm sure you'll still be here in the morning."

"HHNNNNH! HHHNNNNH!" she shook her head violently.

"More, then?"

"Nnnhunnh, nnnhunnh!" she nodded with enthusiasm.

I aimed five strokes at each flank; first her left hip and thigh, then her right. She turned her face up to the ceiling and pulled hard on the wrist cuffs. That quiet grunt with each stroke was the only sound she made.

I dropped the whip and knelt down between her spread legs. I ran a finger through the slit of her sex. It came away very wet.

"You ARE enjoying this."

"Nnhnnnh." She nodded again.

I spread the lips of her vulva with my fingers and gently licked her clit. She rocked forward to meet my mouth and pressed hard against my face. She moaned softly through the gag. I licked and sucked and stroked and nibbled her cunt and thighs until she tensed slightly and flexed up onto her toes. She was about to cum.

I stopped.

I picked up the whip and swung for the spot my lips had just left: inside her right thigh.

"HHNNNNHH." By the fifth blow, she had pulled herself completely off the floor. She was sweating heavily now and more than a little red in the face. Her breath hissed explosively in and out of her nose, her mouth totally sealed by the massive ball.

I aimed five more strokes at each thigh, then five straight up at her clit, rosy and glistening with sweat and sexual juices as it peeked out between her bare spread lips.

"HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH, HHNNNNHH." Her neck and arms tensed as each stroke landed. She lifted herself closer and closer to the ceiling. She threw her head back, held the deepest breath she could draw and hung motionless, swinging from the ceiling, her face drawn up almost between her hands.

Again I stopped. She slowly lowered herself back to stand flat footed on the floor.

"Good thing that hook is anchored in concrete." I said. "You came?" It wasn't really a question.

"Unh hunh," she nodded. "Nnnnnhhhh." That sounded like a moan of pleasure.

"Ready to go again?" I picked up my champagne glass, took a sip.

"Nnnhh, Nnnhh." She shook her head slowly. Her head drooped to her chest.

"After a rest?"

"Unh hunh," she nodded, with some enthusiasm.

"Fine." I went to the bathroom and wet a hand towel. I brought the damp towel and a bath towel back to the living room. I gently rubbed her down with the damp towel to cool her off. I wiped off the drool that streamed down her chin and throat, then I dried her.

"Nnhh, nnyhh."

"What?"

"Nnhh, nnyhh."

"Thank you?"

"Nnhh, nnyhh." She nodded vigorously. Except for the whip marks, she was no longer red. Her normal tanned color had returned to her nude body. She remained gagged and blindfolded, forced to stand, arms and legs separated by the wooden spreader bars.

"Would you like some champagne?"

"Unh hunh, unh hunh," she nodded.

I reached into her mouth, grabbing the red ball with finger and thumb and slowly pulled it across her teeth and out. I wiped off the saliva soaked ball and set it aside.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you so much. My jaws are sore. My mouth is so dry."

"Would you like some champagne?"

"If it pleases you, Master."

I tipped the glass to her lips. She drank greedily, emptying the glass in a few seconds.

"Thank you, Master. I feel much better now."

"You came from the whipping?"

"Yes . . . and your mouth, Master."

"What was that like?"

"Devastating, Master."

"You enjoyed it, then?"

"Well, no, not enjoyed. It...it..I can't explain..." She paused and turned her face down, as if her blindfolded eyes were looking at a spot on the floor. After a few seconds, her head turned up at me. She smiled. "Yes. I enjoyed it immensely. There aren't any other words I can think of."

"Ready to go again?"

"Yes, I guess I am." Her smile twisted up to one side. "You know, you're EVIL"

"How's that, slave?" I almost laughed. I swung the whip near her legs.

"Doing these awful things to me . . . and making me like it."

"I bet you say that to all the boys."

"Noooo." She would have stamped her feet if she could.

I kissed her mouth hard and deep. One hand slid down to envelope her vulva, the other around and down the slit of her ass. I slowly pushed two fingers into her vagina and one into her asshole. She pushed against my fingers as much as she could. ¨ ¸

"You're just gonna love the plans I've got for those two holes," I teased, breaking the kiss.

"What are you going to do?"

"That's for tomorrow. I'll let you know soon enough

"Meany."

"You watch your mouth."

"What're you gonna do? Whip me?"

"As a matter of fact . . . " I swung hard, forehand and backhand across her breasts.

"Ooww, yeeoow. Oooooooo. I guess you are." Her face relaxed from a grimace of pain, her smile slowly returning.

"Ready for round two?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

I picked up the big rubber ball off the stereo stand and tossed it from hand to hand.

"Do you have to put that back in?"

"Can't have you disturbing the neighbors."

"I'll be quiet, I promise."

"You know better than that."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Now, ask nicely for the ball."

She crinkled her nose with distaste.

"Master, will you put the ball in my mouth," she mumbled rapidly.

"What, slut?"

She paused for a moment, took in a deep breath and said, "Master, please put the ball back in my mouth. I know I'll be a bad slave and make a lot of noise without it. Please put the ball back in my mouth, Master."

She opened her mouth wide to receive the ball. I put one hand behind her head and the other in front of the ball and pushed it back into her waiting mouth. I ran my tongue around the "O" of her parted lips, nibbled gently on her chin.

Again, I started from behind her. Five strokes quickly behind her left knee. With each lash, her left foot lifted higher and higher off the floor, twisting the link on her ankle cuff around the eyelet on the end of the wooden spreader bar.

"Hold your foot there. Point the toe."

"Nnnhh nnnhh." She shook her head and quickly lowered her foot to the floor. She guessed what was coming.

"Raise your foot and point the toes."

Still, she barely grunted as each blow fell.

"Raise your foot and point the toes." This time she complied. Her left foot swung up at the end of the spreader bar.

"Just five on each sole. You count." The whip swept down, landed, the knotted ends wrapping around her instep. Her foot swung back to the floor.

"Nnuunnh" She swung her foot back up.

"Okay, one."

Swish. "Nnnuooo"

"Two"

Swish. "Nnnehh"

"Three."

Swish. "Nnnnhhhh"

"Four."

Swish. "Nnnniiuuhhh, nnniiuuhh."

"Five. Good, slut. Now the other one."

"Nnnhh nnnhh." She shook her head vigorously.

"We've been through this before."

"Nnnhh nnnhh." Shaking her head again. With her, it was often hard to tell if she were really objecting to a punishment, or simply playing a game with pain. We had established "safewords," or in this case a safe sound pattern, but she never once used any of them.

I planted five quick strokes behind her right knee. Her right foot slowly swung up behind her, the toes pointed straight out.

"Count."

Again her foot swung down to the floor and quickly back up into place after each stroke. Her muffled counting was the only sound she made.

"Nnnniiuuhhh, nnniiuuhh," she again counted five. Her body was drenched with sweat and her face was red.

She rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet, as if trying to wring every bit of sensation from her stinging soles.

"Are you okay?"

"Nnnhh, nnnhh." She nodded slowly.

I started at her ankles and methodically worked my way up each side of her body with the whip, alternating sides every ten strokes or so. Her grunting with each blow gradually changed to a continuous low moan.

I stopped counting the strokes somewhere above her knees. The total was already well over a hundred.

When I reached her rib cage, I slowed and carefully placed each stroke, making sure that most wrapped around to sting her nipples. I paid special attention to her sensitive underarms.

"NnnnhhNNNNNnnnnhhNNNNNnnnnnhhNNNNN." Her moaning now rose and fell with as each stroke landed. I placed several hard swipes to wrap around her breasts and again dropped the whip.

Pressing my body against her back, I wrapped both hands around her and plunged my fingers into her hot, streaming cunt. She pressed hard back against me, clamped between my arms and body. I massaged gently, hard, gently, hard, until I felt the muscles of her vagina begin to clamp down. Her body tensed. She rocked forward onto her toes. Another orgasm was about to begin. Her low moaning never stopped.

I pulled my hands away, backed completely away from her. Picking up the whip, I swung up into her crotch from behind. Her moan rose to its highest level, peaked and held. I swung again and again, until her arms clenched tight and she once more lifted herself, not completely off the floor, but to her tiptoes. One more stroke, her body jerked, and she lowered herself slowly down.

I quickly pulled the ball from her mouth, set it on the stereo cabinet next to the turntable.

"That's two," she gasped. "How much more?"

"How much can you handle?"

"More, Master. Much more."

It was a hot night and the apartment wasn't air conditioned. I had sweated through my shirt. She glistened from head to toe.

I stripped to cool off. Again I brought a soaked towel from the bathroom and wiped her down. There was no need to dry her this time. Her body heat took care of that.

"More? You're sure?"

"Yes, Master. If it pleases you, Master."

"You don't know how much it pleases me. " I reveled in the power she had given me. My excitement grew with hers as I drove he again and again into that space where pain and pleasure meld into ecstasy. Her blindfolded head turned to follow the sound of my voice as I crossed the room to the displayed toys. I quickly found the item I needed.

"How're your jaws, slut?"

"Sore, Master."

"But you're not complaining."

"No, Master. I answered honestly, Master."‹

"Good, good. You should be happy about this, then." I held what we called the "breather" gag, a two inch plastic ball on a leather strap. There was a half inch round hole all the way through the ball.

"Yes, Master?"

"Open wide." She obediently opened her mouth. I pushed the much smaller ball between her lips and buckled the strap behind her head.

"Better?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded.

I slowly ran my hand down her neck and across her shoulders and breasts. I massaged her nipples with my palms.

"Do these still hurt?"

She silently shook her head.

"Are they sore?"

She paused, thinking, then nodded slowly.

I took one nipple into my mouth, licked gently, sucked gently, then did the same to the other. Her nipples were hard and fleshy cylinders in my mouth, warm and salty.

"Feel good?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded slowly. Her body relaxed and her head rocked back.

"Should I whip them?"

"Unnh, hhnnnhh." She nodded again, more vigorously, then her head rocked back again.

"Don't get too relaxed." I barely nipped her left nipple with my teeth. She jerked slightly, then relaxed again. I stepped away from her and picked up the whip.

Round three was to finish the evening.

Her head slowly came upright and she faced me as if looking at me through the blindfold. She tensed slightly, anticipating the first stroke.

I swung for her belly, not her breasts, as I'm sure she expected. She recoiled slightly with that stroke and the next and each of the next twenty. Her moaning began again, steady and louder now that her mouth was less effectively plugged.

I had promised her a full body whipping and she would have expected no less. I crisscrossed her thighs with lashes and her shins down to her ankles.

Only then did I move up to her breasts. I carefully aimed each blow to cross her already abused nipples. I swung easy, then hard. I swung from above and below and from both sides, working all around each tit.

"NnnnhhNNNNNnnnnhhNNNNNnnnnnhhNNNNN." Her moans again were punctuated at each stroke. Then, after five hard swings straight at each nipple, the moan broke up into sobs. She inhaled and exhaled explosively, gasping through the hole in the gag.

Leaving her breasts, I swung a final five blows straight up at her clit and dropped the whip.

She stood gasping and quaking in her bonds, bouncing on her heals and rocking forward and back. She trembled from head to toe.

I unfastened the buckle behind her head and pulled the gag from her mouth, dropped it on the floor.

Her sobbing grew barely louder, though her mouth was now free.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Yes, Master, I'm fine," she forced out between sobs.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Master, I feel wonderful," she still sobbed.

I put my arms around her and pressed my naked body to hers in a full body hug. She pushed toward me in her bonds. I rubbed her ass gently in my hands and kissed her neck and cheek. Her trembling gradually subsided.

"You like this too," she said, rubbing her belly against my erect penis.

I knelt and unfastened the bar holding her ankles apart. I reconnected the chain between them. As I rose, I ran my tongue up the slit between her legs.

"Oooohh." She shuddered slightly.

I licked again.

Another shudder, stronger.

I rose to my feet.

"Aaahhh, no. More, please, Master."

"Save something for me," I teased.

"Everything for you, Master."

I released her wrist cuffs from the overhead bar. Her knees buckled and she slumped slowly to the floor.

"I thought you said you were okay."

"Okay? Yes," she said dreamily. "Weak . . . saturated." Her lips and tongue found my ankles, then slid up the inside of my leg. She wrapped her arms around my legs to steady herself as she rose. She took one testicle, then the other into her mouth, sucking gently, then ran her tongue up the underside of my penis to the tip, before plunging it into her mouth.

I pulled her hands loose from their clenched grasp on the backs of my thighs and held them together over her head. I reconnected the twelve inch chain between them.

Her mouth moved slowly, rhythmically up and down on my penis. She pulled off the end, ran her tongue up one side, across the tip and down the other. I released her hands and she slumped slightly to one side, barely able to keep her balance, even kneeling as she was. Reaching under her arms, I pulled her to her feet and held her out from me. I pulled her to me and led her, leaning against my side, gradually into the bedroom.

It was almost eleven. Her whipping had lasted almost two and a half hours.

She lay down on her right side and pulled her knees up, wrapping her chained hands around them.

I slid into bed behind her. I guided my penis into her from the rear. Reaching around her, I grasped one tit in each hand and gently rolled the nipples between thumb and finger.

She gasped slightly when I first fondled her nipples, then relaxed, slowly rocking her hips forward and back as I thrust into her. The climax I had postponed all evening came quickly. I pulled her hard to me as I came. She arched her back and growled, ground her hips against me. We came together, then collapsed.

"Three," she whispered.

I was still inside her as we drifted off to sleep. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained. The blindfold still covered her eyes