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Be Careful What You Wish For Day 2 holly through the night I was subjected to a series of stimulations, visual, pulsed electric shocks at my breasts, cock and ass; the plug that remained in my mouth delivered, when I sucked it, liquid of differing flavours letting me know that someone was there, simply because it changed. My ears were filled alternatively with music, hypnotic feminine voices and commands which continued to keep pace with the visual images and somehow were also keyed to the physical stimulation I was getting. My brain was on overload and there must have come a point when I finally slept. I became aware of the music again and the images flowing across the screens before my eyes. My body was responding to stimulus that I no longer really felt, but was aware of. The image on the screen changed and in it I saw a Mistress inserting a catheter into her male submissive. At the same time I felt my own cock invaded by a large diameter catheter even as the subject on the screen. I was not sure if I was seeing myself or just another set of images, but there was no denying the feeling in my body. In seconds, I was being drained of the night's collection. I was reminded that I was not in control of my body and that they, Mistress Samantha and Gwen could do whatever they wanted and I was completely powerless to stop them. What is more, I didn't want to stop them! I had asked for this. Day 2 began where day 1 had ended. Mistress was removing the trainer from around my head and I could once again see my surroundings. Not surprisingly, they had not changed. With the head box removed, Mistress removed the penis gag and I could once again move my mouth and swallow without interference. Other than that, I was still trapped in the solid cocoon. "Well you should be rested now, so we can really give you a work out and explore more of who you really are holly gurl. You want that don't you?" I looked up at her piercing eyes and swallowed before answering. "yes Mistress, whatever You desire, I will endure." She looked at me for a moment and said "Endure, holly gurl? No this is your desire, your pleasure, isn't it?" I realized my error and repeated correctly my response, "Mistress, I long to serve you in any way I can, it is the source of my pleasure and purpose." She smiled and indicated that she was satisfied with my answer. "Well we shall see what you have learned, and if you can last any longer this time." She had once again removed her panties from her smooth shaven crotch, leaving it framed in the black and silver lace garter belt and nylons' and was preparing to assume the position straddling my head, as she had done previously. She handed her silken panties to Gwen who used them to hold my cock as she took the lubricated probe and began teasing my pee hole. My mind was screaming 'not again!', but only I heard the plea. Mistress took a tube of cream and spread it liberally on her pussy and into the cleft. "This should make it a little more interesting for you holly." With her pussy now slathered with the cream she slowly, almost maddeningly, lowered her hips to my mouth. I tentatively reached my tongue out and tasted the cream now gracing her sweet pussy only to find to my surprise, cherry! The cream was a flavored gel! I dug in and nipped, licked and sucked with a vengeance to drive her over the top as quickly as I could. Gwen sensed this change and began assaulting my cock with the probe teasing and fucking it until I was spasming. Only then did she slow or stop to prevent my climax. Mistress was climbing the ladder to ecstasy rapidly as I had hoped. Gwen was into it as well having changed probes and now was working me over with the largest one she had used so far. I could only feel the intensity, not how large it was. Probably just as well I had not known at that time. Mistress was grinding against me now, forcing her engorged pussy tight against my mouth and trying to force my tongue even deeper into her chasm. At 5 ft 7 Mistress was not an overly large woman, but she was using her well-toned muscles to advantage gaining leverage against my head as she drove her 140 pound body against me. The heat coming off her was stifling now, and my ability to breath was becoming compromised. I was fighting for air and that was driving Mistress even further, then I felt the first warning squeeze of her legs. Suddenly my head was being crushed by her powerful thighs. She drove herself onto my face and held tightly in position. Her juices were flooding my nose and my mouth was sealed against her body. Gwen must have sensed or felt my body going limp as I was being smothered by Mistress in her climax. ************** AIR!!!! I was breathing again. My eyes opened and Mistress was looking down at me. She still had an expression of pleasure and rapture on her face. Gwen was removing the mask from my mouth and nose. I heard the rushing of air, it must have been oxygen because I was rapidly gaining a sense of presence. I became more aware of Mistress and Gwen as they stood beside the table I was on. In the mirror I could see them more clearly. Maybe it was the effects of the training, maybe the appreciation for being alive and not smothered to death by a woman in the throes of ecstasy, but I saw more clearly these women who were fulfilling my desires. I am not sure why I hadn't focused on them before, maybe it was too much me and not enough them, but that was changing now after my 'near death experience'. I looked between them as best I could given the fact that I was still trapped inside the cocoon of plaster and alginate. As much as I could see, both were well-toned and finely figured. Neither was model like, you know what I mean, thin and willowy. Both looked like they lived in the real world. They had what I liked in a woman, curves! Full hips and breasts made them beautiful in my mind, but they had a real quality as well. I could tell that Gwen was shorter than Mistress, which explained the higher heels she wore so that they appeared to be the same height. Everything about Gwen said control. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail that allowed her silken hair to fall still past her shoulders. Even her makeup was neat and refined, displaying crisp lines for her eyes, mouth and brows. The effect gave her eyes an intense piercing quality that was now turned on me. Mistress looked down at me and told me that I had done well, but I had been too quick to get her to her climax. "holly gurl, you must learn to control every aspect of sex so that you are able to give pleasure for as long as your Mistress wants, not as long as you want. You must learn to serve and not be served. So we are going to play a little game. I will set this timer to some time, you will not know how long, and then you will begin to pleasure Gwen. If she climaxes before the bell goes off, you will be punished. If on the other hand, you can keep her on the edge and cause her to climax just after the bell goes off, you will be rewarded. Your reward will be determined by how soon after the bell she reaches orgasm. Do you understand?" I said yes Mistress, and she continued. "For you to be rewarded fully, you must get her to the very brink, hold her there until the bell and cause her to climax immediately after the bell. Are you ready holly gurl?" "Yes Mistress, I am ready to give Mistress Gwen her ultimate pleasure." With that, Gwen removed her panties and prepared herself for her ride on my lips and tongue. As Mistress had done before her, she selected a flavored gel and slathered it on her pussy and crotch. She allowed me to watch as she did so with an erotic flair that had me ready to cum on my own. She started to touch my lips with her fingers, still covered with the gel, then stopped telling me I would have to discover the flavor she selected! In this heightened state of tension, I could smell her sex as she was already wet with desire and I was beside myself to get this done and get some relief after so long. Gwen moved into position with her pussy lips just inches from mine and teased me by sliding down and just before I could reach my tongue out, standing up out of reach. Mistress seemed pleased that her prot?g? was getting into the swing of control. I felt something enter my cock and as I expected, and assumed it was one of the probes that they had used on me before. But it had a different shape. I realized it was not attached to the rod, it was more plug like and shaped like a cylinder. At this point Gwen had settled into position and I knew the clock was running, but for how long I did not know. I had to get her just to her climax without actually achieving it until the bell sounded. Then I had to get her over the top as fast as possible. I could not know how long I was going to have to keep Gwen at her limit, but I suspected it would be a long time and so set about a slow build up. Gwen responded by trying to force the necessary pressure on her clit from my lips and tongue but I carefully teased her by driving my tongue away from her citty and into her pussy. She tasted like lemons and I loved it. In response to my actions she began gyrating her pelvis to force more pressure onto her clit and pussy. I would nip, then lick, suck and hold her but not let her succeed because I needed my release as well and it would not happen unless I was able to achieve her climax on time. My cock was alive now as the pellet inside pulsed to a rhythm that was maddening and intended to cause me to cum. I knew that I would not be permitted to, so focused on Gwen as my only chance at release. The clock continued to tick and it seemed to be taking forever. My tongue was growing tired and I knew that if I got sloppy, I would lose. Gwen's legs were pinned to the side of my head now. I could feel her tension, sense her very pulse in both her legs and in her pussy. I needed that bell to ring! I had no idea how much longer I could hold her off from a climax that I was sure would be as violent and impassioned as any to date. I hoped I would survive it. THE BELL!!! With everything I had left, I sucked and manipulated her clit and pussy with all I had been able to figure out and was rewarded almost immediately with my head being crushed between her legs as my face was flooded by her lemon scented and flavored juices. Spasm after spasm racked her body as she climaxed not once but multiple times as I continued to drive her even as Mistress was driving me. When it was over, she all but fell off my body with Mistress just able to catch her and move her now limp body to a chair. Her breathing was ragged and irregular and I knew that I had done what was required of me. "Time for your test holly. What do you want?" "Oh Mistress, please let me cum!" I did not have to try to sound pleading and respectful, I needed the relief of a climax or I was going insane. Mistress only looked at me and shook her head. "clearly you need some more training gurl. Study hard and maybe it will be your turn later." As she said this she began assembling the head box about me. First the ear-buds were inserted and the penis gag, then the rest of the box. Moments later the music and images started. Every version of male giving service to his Mistress. And in every form of dress and undress. I watched as a male slave performed the very acts I had on his Mistress. And like me, ended up covered in her juices. I saw images of a males servicing a woman as another teased and tortured his cock that She called a clitty. She was using the same things on him that Mistress and Gwen had used on me and a few others that I did not recognize. I could feel myself getting hard and I could feel something happening to both my ass and my cock. The maddening itch burn of the probe was sliding in, I was sure of it, and the plug in my ass was alive. Pulsing and gyrating in such a way that I could not ignore its presence. Even my breasts were excited as pulse after pulse teased my engorged and enlarged nipples. I was changing, I knew that, but into what? The music and voices in my ear were telling me that I needed and wanted to be a good gurl. Good gurls obey and serve their Mistress. Good gurls think of their Mistress first, there is no one more important than Mistress. I was being told to be a good gurl. I found myself wanting to be good and to do what Mistress wanted of me. I have no idea how long I was in the trainer this time. Time no longer had meaning. I did know that I was sucking on the gag hard drawing everything I could from it to fill my belly. As suddenly as it started, it ended and all was dark for a moment. Then a moment longer. I was abandon, I needed Mistress to tell me I was a good gurl, I needed the reinforcement that all would be better and I would survive. My body was vibrating with pent up sexual energy and every bit of stimulation was gone. The cocoon prevented my very movement and so I could not convert any of the sexual tension to relief. Then there was light! Mistress was removing the box from around my head. I could see and they were both standing over me. I was so very happy to have them with me. Mistress looked down at me and asked "What do you want?" I reached into my head and tried to think of the correct response. And then it was clear to me, "to serve You, Mistress, however You want me to." "Very good holly gurl. You have learned that it is not about your needs and wants, you must learn to think of others first. You have earned a reward, but first we will fulfill your wish to serve." My heart sank. No more. I could not take another face sitting. I felt the suction on my breasts increase, pulling and stretching them into the globes that covered them under the plaster. Then the tingling started teasing my nipples. I could feel my nipples tighten and harden to the stimulation. This caused a tingle to start behind my balls and my ass plug began to vibrate in time with the pulses on my breasts. I was beginning to moan now. Mistress installed a new kind of gag in my mouth which she then strapped down. To the end of this she attached a large dildo of a life- like male cock which now grew out of my mouth. I realized she intended to fuck my face by riding the dildo till she was satisfied. To get into position, she stepped up on blocks that were on either side of the table and began to settle on the dildo. The effect on me was to feel her weight translated into my mouth as she would alternately tension her pussy causing the dildo/plug to be pushed into my mouth only to then relax her muscles and to slide down as the plug seemed to move out of my mouth as it slid into her. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she would first slide down and then extend and allow the dildo to slide almost out of her cleft. She continued to fuck my mouth by proxy for several minutes and I could tell by the amount of tension on the plug that she was very close. Suddenly, she drove her body down onto the dildo and held herself still as shudder after shudder coursed through her body. To my great relief, she was spent, and to my great frustration, I was not. Gwen helped her off the dildo and she removed the plug from my mouth as well. We were both breathing hard, but for very different reasons. Many minutes later, Mistress rejoined us in the here and now. Her eyes still slightly glazed, but clearly in control again. "Now holly, it is your turn for your reward. I suggest you enjoy it, because there is no telling when the next reward will come." She went to a panel and began making adjustments to various setting and the effect was almost immediate. I felt the tingle in my breasts become stronger and compelling. The pulse in my ass, rather than painful became sensual and finally, she began adjusting a device on the crown of my cock. I watched in the mirror as she attached a lead to the ring at the base of my cock and then another just below the crown. The device now adorning my penis had a piece that went around the head and then over with a small projection into my pee hole. It was this thing that she attached the electrical lead to. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was screaming I think. She was going to electrocute my cock and I was OK with it! By now the pulses in my ass and on my breasts were having the desired effect. My cock was past rock hard. She had not even touched it and I was on the verge of climax, at least I thought I was. With the skill of a great musician she played me, breast, ass and cock. The device on my cock would tickle the head then pulse down the shaft then the base only to be followed by the head again. The very random nature made a climax near impossible, but did nothing to stop the level of excitement in my body. At the same time the stimulation was taking me to the top, the combination of the e-stim in my ass, breasts and cock were also holding it off. I was sweating now freely and needed relief. I was moaning no longer able to form a coherent thought and it still held me at bay. Mistress was monitoring the effects on my body, I knew this, but it did little to resolve or help me. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears and it was nearly deafening. Finally, Mistress decided it was time and made some more adjustments to the panel. In the next few moments, the pulses started to sync up so that the effect was complimentary and, once again, I was on the verge of total ecstasy. Without warning, suddenly my cock exploded, the initial stream nearly a foot above my body despite the block caused by the corona device that surrounded and capped it. The next spasm was as strong with an equal effect, and another. I was in a state of complete nirvana with no reality in sight. Spasm after spasm wracked my body until I was light headed. The pulses stimulating my body continued and seemed to get stronger as I got weaker. Another one hit and another. My last conscious thought was seeing another spray of cum as the world went dark. Light was creeping in at the edge of my eyes. My mind was in a fog, I could not recall what was happening as I tried to reposition myself. My arm moved slowly towards my head and eyes. WAIT, that wasn't supposed to happen! Experimentally, I tried to move my leg just a little. I kept my eyes tightly closed so that no one would see that I was waking. My leg moved. I had recalled being unable to move, I had been trapped in a rigid cocoon and could not move a muscle below my neck. Of that I was fairly certain, and yet I could move now. I transferred my attention to my skin to sense what was happening. I could really feel nothing on my skin. The room temperature was completely comfortable and there was no sensation of air or anything else. Now I listened intently to see if there was any sound or evidence of someone else there. Silence. Was I alone? How long had I been out? I realized I must have passed out, but had no idea for how long. I opened my eyelids just a crack. They were very heavy and it felt like I had little control over them. Through the crack, I moved only my eyes to get a look at the room or place I was. The room was functionally severe and plain except for the cabinets against the wall and the sink next to them. The room was antiseptic and a very light green in color; sort of reminded me of a medical clinic or operating room. The only problem was, I was on the table! I had been in the BDSM scene for some time and certainly had enjoyed a variety of things. One of the techniques I had developed was the ability to transfer my focus to different parts of my body; a way to take inventory, if you will, as to what was happening. I was doing so now and starting at my feet, they still felt hyper extended and I therefore assumed that I was still in the high heel trainer. Next was my legs, . . . . . . nothing! I moved up my body to my crotch. I expected to feel something, but what I did feel made no sense to me. It was like a weight on my body, tightness, but no air flow, change in temperature, in short, very neutral. My ass was full, that part was clear, and I knew without doubt that the plug was still there. It seemed somehow, comfortable. My stomach felt empty, almost hollow. I tried to remember the last time I ate something, but could not. I continued up my body and reached my breasts. Like my crotch, it felt heavy. I could feel the tightness of the e-stim pads and was certain, were I able to look down, that the suction globes would still be in place. As I tried to feel more, I did sense the suction pulling on my flesh. I could not move my head easily and there was a slight constriction about my neck, I was either wearing a posture collar or some other kind of collar. As I gave it thought, I figured it was a posture collar, too big to be otherwise. At this point I focused on my head and hearing. Could I hear anything? Not sure. When you have been in silence for a long time, you begin to hear things that are there, but that you have never paid attention to in the past. Things like your own pulse, or your breathing. Which, given the circumstances can sound deafening. I let my, still foggy, mind ponder this for a few moments and came to the conclusion that my ears were still likely covered or filled with the ear-buds from before. It was time, I had to open my eyes and see really what the situation was. Very slowly, I opened them so that they could adjust to the light and when I really needed to, I would be able to see. As it turned out, I needn't have worried, there was no one else in the room at the moment. I looked about to see if I could figure out what was happening. As I did so, I looked up and above me as before was a mirrored section of ceiling allowing me to see my body as it lay on the table. The first thing I noted was that I was out of the cocoon for the moment. My feet were still in the trainer as I had suspected and there were mounds over my breasts as I had expected. Before I could begin focusing on my head and face, I saw the most bizarre aspect of the changes made to me. I could not make any sense out of the feeling in my crotch until I looked in the mirror. It was flat! My cock was not there! I knew that if it had been cut off, I would be in pain and I was not. That meant one of two things, either I had been in this state a very long time to allow everything to heal, or it was there, but hidden. I did not see any restraints and so thought I might be able to move after all. When I tried, I realized I did not have any strength to move. As soon as I did attempt to move however, the plug in my ass came alive and shortly, like seconds later, the door opened and in walked Mistress Samantha and Gwen. "welcome back, holly gurl. While you were out, we prepared you for the next stage of your training. As you can see, we have removed you from the cocoon, and as such the butterfly is beginning to blossom. We will now continue this transformation and training. Of course there are more consequences now, so you had better pay attention and do your best, or you will not like what happens. You are thirsty holly, you need to drink this down to refresh yourself." Mistress handed me a glass with a straw and before I sucked it down I thanked her, because I was suddenly thirsty. "now let's get you up and dressed so you can do the chores set aside for you before dinner. Mistress and Gwen helped me sit up and I tried to get a better look at my crotch as they did so. There was no cock, it was flat and seemed to have no real shape other than two slight ridges that reminded me of a woman's pussy but all closed up. Mistress noted where I was focused and told me "we made some modifications to help you with your behavior training. You will not be able to pee standing up without getting pee all over yourself. You must sit like a proper lady. And of course, you will have to make sure you are clean and dry before pulling up your panties. "now swing your legs over so we can get you dressed and in proper shoes and hose." Once in a sitting position, my wrists were placed in restraints and I was attached to a bar which was attached to the ceiling hoist. In moments I was standing in the heel trainers and stretched out to full extension. Mistress then began wrapping a black leather corset around my body. This extended from just below my breasts to the flair in my hips. Attached to the corset were six garters that hung against my leg as she began the process of lacing up the back having connected the busk in the front. I could see the garment was not very yielding and would hold me as rigidly as the cocoon had done while giving me the illusion of movement. Once snug, she told me to take a deep breath. I tried to do so, but there was a definite limit to how deep due to the pressure of the corset. She then told me to let it out and as I did, she tightened the corset another level drawing the laces at the waist even tighter. I was feeling very constricted when she directed me to again take a deep breath. I knew what was going to happen and still was powerless to disobey and once again she drew the laces down. She warned me to breathe slowly and from the top of my lungs not my diaphragm as she tied the laces off. She then lowered me back to the table allowing me to sit and adjust to the corset. One thing a man does not fully appreciate is where women bend from. Their hips and waist have a different proportion and so they are able to bend at the hip and sit even in a corset. But regardless of what I looked like, I was still male, and I would have to learn to bend if I was to be comfortable. This was a very well made corset, which is to say that while it was snug and afforded my little freedom, it did not 'cut me in two' like you read about. In fact it felt like a very tight glove applying pressure all through my torso evenly. After I began getting used to it, it was getting comfortable. It definitely was providing support. With it tied as it was, I could not slouch. Mistress nodded to Gwen who then began to remove the high heel trainer from my feet. As the first one came off, you would think that I would flex my foot, or it would move to some position, but it didn't. I had spent enough time in the thing that my foot just stayed where it was left. The second one was removed and Gwen took a rolled stocking and smoothed it up my leg. It felt divine against my hairless legs and I could tell this was not a cheap pair. They were silky. With both hose past my knees, she then smoothed the foot once more and slipped my feet into four inch strapped heels. I can hear you saying why only four inches, why not five or six. For someone who has only worn heels rarely, four inches is a lot and I was to discover just how much it really was. Before I was helped to a standing position, a pair of silver and black lace thong panties were pulled up my legs. Once standing, I was directed to pull my panties up and get them into the correct position with the thong well embedded in the crack of my ass. Now I could see the effect of the covering over my crotch. I was smooth and girlish now. The thong settled into my ass and I was very much aware of its presence. The garters attached to the corset extended below the panties along my leg so that I could remove the panties without having to remove the garters. Gwen then began pulling the hose into position and attaching the garters to them. When she was finished, I had smooth and silky nylons hugging my legs. Mistress then told me it was time for my chores. She directed me to follow her and we walked to the end of the room and through the door they had entered by. I found myself in a hall with a number of doors on either side. Mistress selected one and walked in with me following and Gwen behind me. I was not fully prepared for what greeted me as I entered the room, or should I say, dungeon. That was where I was, in her dungeon. That she had one did not surprise me, after all, given her lifestyle, I sort of expected it. Just what kind of chores did Mistress have in mind? "holly gurl, you will clean all of the equipment in the room. I expect you to dust and wipe down everything and sweep and mop the floor. When I say everything, I mean everything. That is each item will be wiped down and cleaned, then oiled if leather or wood. Do you understand the task?" I nodded. "good, now you will complete this in twenty minutes so we can move on to your training, understand?" I looked around the room another time and knew without doubt that it was an impossible task. No one could finish this job properly in twenty minutes no matter how fast they were. There were racks of equipment that would take twenty minutes alone! "well, do you understand what you must do?" again, I nodded. There was no point in stating the obvious. She pointed to the cleaning supplies and I walked over. "one more thing, holly gurl, you will put skin moisturizer on your hands and arms before you start and wear the rubber gloves while you work. I do not want your fingerprints or oils on my equipment." I looked at the tray of stuff and saw the jar of moisturizer and applied it to my hands and arms, then donned the gloves. While I was doing this, Mistress and Gwen left the room and I heard the lock set. Working in rubber gloves feels odd to begin with. Add to that the slipperiness of the cream which made getting a grip on anything that much more awkward , and you have what I was dealing with. Now all the stories I had read talk about how one 'minces' around in heels. That was not going to happen here. I had worn heels before, alright, not this high, but none the less, heels and so I knew that I would have to walk mostly on my toes. I also surveyed the room and decided the best way to deal with my chore was to start in one place and work my way around so that I was not walking too much between tasks. I was already feeling the pressure on the balls and heels of my feet and knew it was not going to get any better. I worked in silence, there being no one to talk to anyway and the gag was still in my mouth. I tried to be quick but had a sense of time slipping away as I moved around the room. When Mistress and Gwen re-entered the room, I was about halfway done and knew that I had 'failed' the task. From my own experience, I knew that Dommes often set tasks that were impossible to provide a pretense for punishment. Frankly, given the situation, this seemed the logical case for me though no pretext was needed. "Well, did you finish your chores, holly?" She of course, knew the answer and I shook my head and looked at the floor. Mistress then toured the room checking on my work, when she returned to where I was standing she said "well what you did was done well, but you clearly did not move quickly enough! You are only half way complete. Well you know what this means, I will have to find a way to give you an incentive to learn to move faster. Put down the clean items, holly, and follow me." I did as I was told and she, Gwen and I left the room through the same door we had entered. A short distance away, we entered another room. This one looked a little like a gym and a dungeon mixed. The first thing I saw was the mirrored wall at the end of the room. In front of it was a treadmill as well as a number of other items that I did not recognize. Mistress led me to the treadmill and told me to step on. I did as instructed and she then made some adjustments to a device behind me. "this device is your incentive. If you get too slow and drift back on the walkway, you will be severely shocked by this cattle prod. As long as you walk at the proscribed pace, you will avoid the prod. Now place your hands on the rails." As I did so, she and Gwen strapped them down. "This will make it quite impossible for you to escape the walking, or the punishment. Since this is your first time on the treadmill we will start at a walk. You will be walking at least a mile, maybe more depending on how fast you learn. Start walking!" As she said this, she turned the machine on and it began to move and I began to walk. It was awkward since I could not move my arms and the pace was a brisk walk forcing me to work fairly hard to keep up. I looked down on the control panel and then up and saw myself in the mirror. "Let your hips sway holly, it will make it easier to walk and you will not be so tired in the end." I did as instructed and found that she was right. It was easier and I saw myself in the mirror with my swaying hips, made up face, breasts and heels and was in lust. Satisfied, Mistress and Gwen left the room and I continued for the next twenty minutes. When they returned to turn the machine off, I was sweating and exhausted from the ordeal. I was then unstrapped and allowed to step off the treadmill. I was handed a fluffy pink towel and told to clean myself up. After wiping the sweat from my face and arms, I was again returned to the first dungeon. "Now holly, this is your opportunity to finish what you started. One thing you will learn, we always finish our chores. And don't forget to use moisturizer." As she left, I was again applying the cream to my hands and arms and donning the gloves. I could not imagine why this was so important to her, but also was in no position to question her. Resuming where I left off, I was acutely aware of the pain pressure in the balls and heels of my feet. These heels were not helping that at all. It occurred to me that I might be rid of them sooner if I would finish quickly. Correctly, I assumed that there was some kind of camera watching me even now. As a result, I began my tasks with an apparent vigor that I did not have. I will say that I was intrigued by the many floggers, whips, canes; their size, style and weight caused me to wonder what it would be like to feel their bite. I was no stranger to the effects of these implements preferring thud to sting. I had told her in my correspondence of past sessions that I had experienced (see Scene Report for Mistress, which is true) that I liked sensual caning or flogging vice English schoolhouse. She certainly had the tools and, I suspected the expertise. I was bouncing one of the canes against my arm to see how supple it was and how it felt, it had been a long time since the last session and I was deep in thought when she returned. Fortunately I was done, not so fortunately she saw me 'playing with her toy'. "You like that holly gurl?" She knew the answer already. I looked up and blanched under the light make up I was wearing and quickly put the cane back on the rack. "Are you finished this time?" I nodded that I was, and waited. "good. I see you are curious about my toys. Why don't we explore a little." With that, she directed me to follow her over to the corner of the room dominated by the Saint Andrews Cross and told me to step up. I was no stranger and knew what was about to happen and how to assume the position. I also noticed that she was alone this time and apparently in a 'mood'. Stepping up onto the small platforms for my feet, I raised my arms and waited as she attached the straps and restraints that were there to hold me in position. She then attached the leg and foot restraints and I became a part of the cross. I was still wearing the corset and she had added a posture collar to boot. Common sense told me that, for all intent and purpose I was wearing armor against being marked, which only made me wonder what she was going to do all the more. There are lots of ways to experience fogging and whipping, some of which are very sensual as you build up to the endorphin release that sets you on a real, natural high. There is also the English school approach which is hard all the way and if you can get through the initial part, you will also get to the endorphin release. Personally, I prefer the sensual, as I had indicated earlier. To my relief Mistress had removed the gag so that I could breathe more easily and speak if I had to. Of course, this part was not in her plan and she made it clear that a gag removed, can just as easily be replaced. Because of the collar, I could not see or look behind to see what Mistress was doing, and so the anticipation added to the nervous energy. Now for those that practice this art, and yes it is an art, there are lots of different ways to land a blow for different effects. The first blow came from a heavy flogger, laid on my back and stopped at the corset. That translated the maximum force to my body. It was a deep thud, that rang through me. I loved it. The way it felt made me think forehand, that was important to me in some strange analytical way, since it allowed me to anticipate the next blow, which came as a smooth backhand to the same location. Mistress began playing the heavy flogger against my back and ass raining forehand to backhand in a smooth rhythm letting the excitement build. Then there was a pause and the blows came faster and in a slightly different rhythm, like a prize fighter working a speed bag, she had picked up a second flogger and was now working me over with both of them. The heavy one balanced against a lighter and stingyer one. I was building again. The thrill of the flogging causing my ass to sway in time with the blows, begging to be hit. The pain and pleasure mixing, until they were indistinguishable from each other. I was beginning to float, the scene was washing over me to the point time and space had no meaning. I was approaching euphoria. It was at this point Mistress changed up, shifting to a more sting oriented assault on my back and ass. The flogger she was now using, called a medusa was a cross between a braided cat-o-9-tails and flogger. Each of the tentacles whipped out and found a different mark on my body. It was like being assaulted by several people at once and it was intensifying the overall effect. She was watching the effect on me noting the sway of my ass and body, despite the restraints, and playing the medusa over me. Another change and she was now using a single tail. A true whip. In skilled hands it can strip flesh, cut or give great pleasure. These were skilled hands and I was seconds from ecstasy as she worked me with the whip. Then back to the floggers and I was done. My mind was gone, in a haze that would not focus. I looked and saw nothing, my body was alive and my mind was flooded with endorphins. I sagged in the restraints. Mistress finished the work allowing the blows to cool down and then she was caressing my cheek, both face and ass. I knew she was there, but sense was still a long way off. Mistress undid the legs and then the wrist restraints helping me to a seat that had magically appeared next to the cross. I was wrapped in a soft blanket and given water and juice as my mind struggled to find a reality I could accept. In those moments, time has absolutely no meaning. I have been involved in scenes that take hours and yet, when I reached consciousness again, apologized for being too fast and not giving Mistress a chance. I can remember a scene when I started and the dungeon was full of people and when I was again 'with it' it was empty and two hours later. To me it had been moments. I was babbling incoherently, apologizing as before. I knew Mistress needed something from me and I had not allowed her to get it, or so I thought. My mind refused to settle in and now I was off the cross and could do no more to give Mistress pleasure there. As my body returned to normal, and my heart rate settled down, I was still having problems leaving the endorphin fog. Mistress was now sitting across from me and looking into my eyes. She was asking me something, but I could not focus and now, can't remember. She seemed intent on something and I think she asked me if it was OK, and if that is really what I wanted. Anything that would please Mistress is what I wanted at that moment. She told me that I had and now it was time for sleep. Once again I was next to the cocoon, and I was standing as it was again placed against my back. It rotated to horizontal and the foot trainers were re-applied as I was again wearing the ear buds and listening to the music as it was closed about my body. Mistress smiled down on me, I had made her happy. So ended day two, as I fell into the sleep of oblivion listening to my music and watching the images until my eyes closed for the night. Dear readers, if you would like to hear what happens next, please let me know. It takes a little while to translate my notes so I ask you to be patient. If you have ideas, I am always interested. But do let me know you want the story to continue. holly