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Chapter One

I dreamt about you last night.... I had gone someplace for a long weekend...amini-vacation of sorts...to be alone for a few days. While I was leaving theairport, to get into my rental car, you walked up behind me and said, veryquietly, "Don't turn around...don't make a sound...do exactly as I say,and you won't be hurt, little one." That last phrase.... calling me littleone...told me exactly who it was, so I wouldn't be terrified....and sent athrill through my entire body, settling tight in my clit.

We walked to my car, me slightly ahead of you, and you holding my left elbowtight in your grip. There would be no getting away from you, and I knew this.When we got to my car, I put my bag in the trunk, and walked to the driver'sdoor. As I put the key in the lock, you stopped me. "No...you won't bedoing the driving..." and you pulled me back to the back door, which youopened. Before I could protest, you pulled both of my arms to my back and boundthem tightly together. In the next breath you placed a loose nylon hood overmy head, and cinched it snug at the neck. Running one hand over my ass, youpushed my head down with the other hand, and pushed me into the backseat ofthe car.... lying face down on the seat, with my head pressing against theright-side door and my legs bent at the knees, with my feet in the air againstthe opposite door. This was the first time I appreciated the significance oftinted windows in a car.... there would be no help from anyone.... no one wouldbe able to see the predicament I was in.

And so you drove.... you took me away from the airport, and drove what seemlike an eternity. I could hear music playing softly, but that was the onlyinput coming to me. I could see nothing but black.... I could smell only thenylon bag around my head...I could only feel the cushion of the bench-seatI was lying across. And then you touched me...I felt your hand lightly rubacross my ass...pulling my skirt up slowly...torturing me with the knowledgethat you would be able to see the tops of my stockings...my slip...my new nylonpanties. As my skirt rose higher, I heard you say "You look beautifullyhelpless in that position, little one...and will look even more so before Ihave finished with you." A shiver ran through my body, as I comprehendedexactly what that meant...you were going to take me, and use me in whateverway you desired.... and my body and mind responded with a desire I hadn't knownI had within me.

And then the car stopped.... and I heard you open your door. "Stayright where you are...don't try to escape...don't try to attract the attentionof anyone to help you. It would be pointless, really.... since we are milesfrom the nearest human, and no one would hear you if you did scream for help.I'll be back in a few minutes." What an excruciating time! To be leftalone, tied and hooded, and not know when you were going to return...that wastorture!

After what seemed an eternity, I heard the back door open, and felt yourhands on my ankles. "Here's what we're going to do...and I expect youto do exactly as your told. You will be punished if you fail in doing whatyou're told...do you understand me?" I took a deep breath and replied "Yes,Sir...I understand." I could hear the smile in your voice as you beganto speak..."I'm going to help you get out of the car by sliding you acrossthe seat until your knees are on the ground. You will not, at any time, liftyour upper body off the seat until I instruct you to do so." With that,I felt you grab my wrists, and my right ankle, and felt my body slide roughlyacross the seat...pulling my skirt high around my waist as I slid. I couldfeel my face flush as I realized I would be kneeling at the side of the carwith my underwear completely exposed to you...and to the world. There was nothingto be done about that, though...I was completely helpless, and knew I coulddo nothing more than exactly as you instructed.

And so I kneeled...my knees resting on grass, instead of the asphalt ofa parking lot, which I was expecting. I kept my upper body on the car's seat,as you instructed, hoping you would be pleased with the image. "You look lovely,little one….completely helpless…completely exposed…completelymine. I am going to enjoy this immensely….having you completely undermy control." I felt your hand run lightly across my lower back…and knewyou were savoring the feel of my black slip.

After several minutes of being on my knees, you went on…"You needto know that struggling would be pointless. We are, as I said, miles from anywhere…ata small cabin, deep in the woods. There is no place for you to run to, if youmanaged to get yourself free of the restraints you're going to find yourselfin. There is no one to call, if you managed to get your mouth free of the gagyou're going to be tasting. There is only you, and me….and I will controleverything about you, for the next 3 days. You will be cared for…greatly.You will be fed, and bathed lovingly. And, yes…you will be used in whateverways I desire….and there are many ways that I desire to use you. Youbelong to me….you are mine….my pet. Now, raise your body up offthe seat…I want you to turn around, and I want you kneeling before me,where you belong."

After I had managed to get myself turned around, so I would be facing you,I felt your hands at my throat…felt you loosen the nylon hood, but youdidn't remove it. In place of the bag around my throat, I felt a wide collarfitted snugly around me. You had to slip it up under the hood, which allowedme a flash of brightness, but no picture. A posture-collar…a new thingto me…an odd sensation of captivity…having my head forced intoa position, and held tight there. As the bag dropped in the front, I felt itlifted slightly in the back…allowing you the ability to lock the collarfirmly in place. Once it was firmly in place, I felt the hood being tightenedback around my throat. You truly wanted our location to be a mystery to me…youdid everything in your power to exaggerate my feeling of helplessness…knowingthat it would heighten my level of anticipation and excitement even further.

Then I heard a loud, heavy "click"…and felt a strong tug at the frontof my neck. "There, my pet…the final indication that you are mine….mycollar snug around your neck, and my leash firmly attached to that. You willhave no choice but to follow where I lead you…and before long, you willhave no wish but to do just that." Another shiver passed through my body asI heard you laugh softly. You knew well enough that I would do exactly as yousaid…that I would desire nothing more than to please you.

"Now, get up off your knees…its time to go inside." I felt the tugat my neck, and knew you would not wait long for me to get up. I struggledfor a second, to get to my feet, and could only trust that you would lead mesafely into the cabin. I thought briefly about my bag in the trunk…butthen realized I would probably have little use for the contents. Somehow Idoubted I would have much in the way of clothes on over the next several days.That thought sent another shiver through my body.

As we approached the front of the cabin, you reached back and grabbed myleft elbow again. "There are 5 steps to go up, to reach the porch." With thatbrief warning, you guided me quickly up the stairs….giving me littletime to comprehend the words, and causing me to stumble slightly as I workedmy way up the stairs. At the top, I felt the tug again, and felt myself pulledacross a porch, and into the front door of this place that would become sospecial between us.

Once I was fully inside, I felt you step past and behind me, and heard youclose the door…heard the lock click, as you shut me safely away insidewith you. Then one more sound…the sound of a dead-bolt being turnedinto place…and I wondered if it was a turn-lock, or the kind that requireda key. I soon got the answer to that question…"Don't get any ideas ofsneaking out at night, while I'm sleeping. The key to the dead-bolt will besecurely fastened around my neck. The windows are all sealed shut, as well.Besides, you won't be sleeping with any sense of freedom…you will bebound tight, and held firmly in my arms while we sleep. I have no intentionsof allowing you to go anywhere without me this weekend."

I felt the now-familiar tug at my neck, and took tentative steps to follow.I had no idea what the layout of the room was like…I could only trustthat you wouldn't allow me to trip over anything as you guided me. After passingseveral steps safely, I felt your hand against my chest…and heard yousay "Stop." And there I stood…completely helpless, completely underyour control. For the longest time you didn't make a sound. You didn't touchme. You just left me standing there…not knowing what was going on aroundme…not knowing what you were going to do next. I couldn't even get asense of whether or not you were near me…or if you had gone off intoanother room.

Then I felt the front of my skirt being lifted up…and felt your handslide across the material of my slip…across my legs, and lower stomach.Then I felt a sensation that was new to me…and heard a sound I'd notheard before….what turned out to be the sound of material tearing. Irealized this, as soon as I felt cool air against the exposed skin of the frontof my body. I was left standing in front of you….the front of my dresstorn completely in two, hanging loosely from my shoulders. My black full-lengthslip a nice contrast against my skin. I felt your hand caress my chest…justbelow the collar holding my head firm and high…then run across my breasts,as you moved behind me. I felt both of your hands touch my wrists, and feltinstant relief when you released them from whatever it was that was holdingthem tight. "Stand perfectly still, my pet…don't move. Keep your handsbehind your back, even though your arms will want very much to move to thefront, to relax a bit." I'm certain you are well aware of the struggle I face…keepingmy aching arms behind my back once the bindings are removed. I'm equally certainyour are enjoying my discomfort with this struggle.

That thought quickly left my mind, however, when I felt my dress drop slowlyacross my arms, and to the floor. Now I understand the need to release my wrists…andknow that their freedom will be short-lived. I'm not to be disappointed inthat thought, either….as you rebind my wrists as soon as the dress haspassed them, falling free to the floor. When you rebind my arms, however, youdon't do it the same way as was done in the airport parking lot. I realizenow that that was just a quick way to immobilize me…not the way youintended me to spend the majority of my time. This is much different…muchmore "permanent." I feel your left hand run down the length of my now-bareleft arm…from my shoulder, to my wrist. Once at my wrist, I feel youpull my arm further behind me, and force my wrist up into the middle of myback. These movements are repeated on my right arm…my right wrist joiningmy left in the middle of my back. The immediate result of this is to causeme to arch my back slightly….making my breasts more prominent…which,I quickly realize, is the whole point of the exercise. I hear the click ofa clasp being fastened between the two cuffs now snug around my wrists, andfeel the coolness of a length of chain, as my wrists are then fastened to aring on the back of my new collar. This ensures that my head is held high,and my breasts even more prominent, as my arms pull down on the collar in theback.

There I stand…in my black slip, nylons, and underwear….myarms bound tight behind my back…my head bound firmly in the posturecollar…my breasts pushed forward by the arch in my back. I realize anew feeling of helplessness…much stronger than the one I felt in theback of the car on the ride out here. And I realize, strangely enough, thatI like the feeling…very much. I can feel my clit throbbing in anticipation…Ican feel the wetness building between my legs…I can feel my breastslonging to be freed from my bra…needing to be bound up tight…needingto be tortured as only you can torture them.

"You look lovely, my pet….your breasts are begging to be touched…andtouched they will be…soon enough." You tease me with your words…teaseme with anticipation…tease me with the warm sound of your voice. Youknow the effect your voice has on my body…on my mind. You know thatyou are driving me wild with desire….and so you drag even more fromme.

"I want you to close your eyes tight…don't open them until you aretold to do so. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir…I understand…" isall I can muster in response. My eyes shut tight, I feel the hood being loosenedaround my neck….feel the cool air on my face, as it is lifted away frommy head. The temptation to open my eyes is incredible…to see my surroundings…tosee your face…to see your smile when you look at me…enjoyingthe picture I must make. Still, I keep them shut tight. I know what will happenif I fail to do as instructed….and I wouldn't intentionally invite thesting of your paddle.

And then I feel what I've been longing to feel….the sweet pressureof your lips against mine. My lips part instinctively, and I feel your tonguepress deep into my mouth…feel you kissing me slowly…passionately.I feel your hands holding my head tight between them….moving me to exactlythe position you like best….reminding me that there is no hope of escapingyou. I respond to your kiss completely…matching your passion with myown…moaning softly against your mouth…needing everything youhave to give me….needing to give all I have to offer you. I feel onehand firm on the back of my head…and feel the other move to the smallof my back…pressing my body tight against you…bringing me completelywithin the circle of your arms.

And then you step away….leaving me needing so much more. I'm mortifiedto hear a whimper escape from my lips…but the disappointment is toogreat to not whimper. The loss of your touch too excruciating. "Open your mouthfor me, little one…open it wide…as wide as you can." I do asyou instruct…opening my mouth as wide as I can make it go. "That's mypet!" is my reward…along with a warm caress across my right cheek. Iknow, from this, that I have pleased you…and that thought sends a thrillthrough my body again. I feel something smooth slide across my teeth and tongue..comingto rest half-way into my open mouth. There is something else, too…somethingbetween my teeth and my lips and cheeks. "Close your mouth now, little one." AndI realize what it was…your butterfly gag being placed in my mouth. Therealization of this…the surprise at knowing how completely I am beinggagged….causes my eyes to fly open…quite against my will. BeforeI can snap them back shut, I hear the disappointment in your voice…"Oh,little one….you've opened your eyes, haven't you?" All I can do is nodmy head "Yes, Sir." "Leave them open now…I want to see your reactionto this lovely device." The first puff of air into the gag doesn't impact memuch….the final result, however, has my eyes wide…which bringsa warm smile to your face. "You realize now that there will be no sound escapingyour lovely mouth, don't you?" Again, a silent nod "Yes, Sir." I feel you placesomething into my right hand. "If you need me to stop, pet, you press the buttonin your right hand. Do you understand?" Another slow nod…"Yes, Sir…Iunderstand completely."

And so the weekend began….with my kidnapping, and subsequent lossof anything remotely like control. I was completely at your mercy, and I knewyou would assault every shred of my being with sensation. As I stood beforeyou, in nothing but my underwear and slip, my breasts pushing out towards you…beggingto be touched…I needed you more than I knew I could need a man. AndI knew you wouldn't let me down…you would be there for me…youwould be as much mine as I would be yours.

And I thought, as you gazed lovingly down at my face, that you might…justmight!…have forgotten that I was to keep my eyes shut…but I wasmistaken on that note. "Now, my sweet pet…your punishment for openingyour eyes. Are you ready to accept the punishment I choose for you?" A hintof fear passes across my eyes, but I respond by nodding my head as best I can,with it braced in my collar, and pulled back even more by the chain connectedto my wrists. Yes…I am ready to accept whatever you have in mind…mybody belongs to you now, and will be used as you wish.

"That's a good girl…my sweet little girl."…you say with awarm smile. "This will be your first taste of my strict nature, so I will makesure it is a lesson you won't quickly forget." You firmly take my right elbowin your hand, and turn me partially around, walking me to a support beam locatedin the middle of the living room. Most of the furniture has been moved back,out of the way, so there is plenty of room for whatever you have I mind. Withmy head tipped back, I'm able to see a series of block and tackle attachedto the exposed beams of the post-and-beam construction of the cabin. I've alwaysliked this type of construction…only now do I realize the myriad advantagesof having exposed beams throughout a house!

From each of the block and tackle, a rope is strung through…tiedoff at various support beams, and hanging to the floor, coiled at my feet.You bring me to a stop just beside one of these ropes, and instruct me to stayexactly where you've placed me. I blink my eyes once, indicating my intentionto do exactly as you've told me…which brings another smile to your face.After placing a light kiss on my forehead, you smile again, and step aroundbehind me. The next thing I see is something black being maneuvered over myface….a tight rubber hood, which you promptly zip shut at the back.The zipper pull is then locked in place, by slipping a small padlock betweenit and a ring on the back of my collar. The feeling of isolation is complete…thereisn't a shred of light to reach my eyes, and sounds are incredibly muffled.I'm alone…with only you to connect me to the rest of the world. ThenI feel you run a rope under my forearms…tying the rope around my arms,near my elbows. This adds an additional strain on my already stretched arms…butmy trust in you is complete. Besides…I realize that this is my punishmentfor not doing as I was told…it isn't supposed to be comfortable.

With that thought in mind, I hear you untie the other end of the rope fromthe bracket on the support beam…only then do I have some idea what youhave in mind. I'm only slightly surprised when I feel the tug on the rope…pullingmy arms up, away from my body…and forcing me to bend forward, in orderto avoid having my shoulders dislocated. When I'm bent to nearly a 90-degreeangle, the pulling stops, and I hear you re-tying the rope in place. I canfeel your hand, as you caress my ass through my slip…then I feel yourfoot next to mine…"Spread your legs for me, little one…as faras you can spread them." When I've spread them as far as my slip will allow,I feel you touch the inside of my thigh with something very cool…somethingmetal, I think….and then I feel my slip falling away from my body…andrealize that what you had touched me with was a pair of scissors…usedto rid me of my slip.

"Spread your legs wider, my pet…wider…there you are…that'smy girl." With each instruction, I feel your foot pressing against my rightfoot…pushing me to spread my legs further than I imagined possible.I feel your hands slide slowly down my legs, caressing lightly as they traveldown. Once at my ankle, I feel a wide leather cuff being placed..first on myright ankle, then on my left…just above the ankle-straps of my 3-inchheels. I feel the cool of metal across the top of my right foot, and hear amuffled "click." Then I feel the cool on my left foot, as well, and feel youpush my foot even further from the right…and then another muffled "click." Andthen I realize what you've done…attaching a spreader bar to each ankle…ensuringI will keep my legs spread…ensuring my ass and pussy will be completelyopen to you, whenever you choose to partake of them.

"You look amazing, my sweet girl…simply amazing! I have a hard timethinking of this as punishment…but I know you will be uncomfortablebefore I'm finished…and I know you will feel great pain, in variousparts of your body." I feel your hands caress my ass…massaging the muscle,and pressing against my anus, through the nylon of my panties. Then I feelthe cool of the scissors again…first on my right shoulder blade, andthen on my left…as you easily cut through the straps on my bra. Afterone last cut through the back, I feel my breasts fall free, as my bra dropsquietly to the floor. Then I feel that cool one last time…against theinside of my right thigh…and then against my crotch…as the metalslices through the material of the crotch of my panties. No need to cut themcompletely off…you simply take the material, and roll it up to the waistband,leaving me with a nylon-panty rope snug around my waist.

And there I stand…completely exposed to you…and completelyunder your control. My senses are greatly diminished, thanks to the hood overmy head. My body is nearly completely immobile, thanks to the binding of myarms, and the spreader bar between my ankles. The only things free are my breasts…butthat isn't to last long. I moan softly against my gag, as I feel your fingerssqueeze my right nipple tightly…rolling it around, twisting it, pullingit hard, away from my body. As you expected, my nipple responds by becomingrock-hard for you. Then I feel a different sensation….a narrow stripof something brushes across the skin of my right breast…and then themuffled "zipping" sound of a zip-tie being pulled tight around my breast…squeezingtight, at the base…causing my breast to bulge out into a taught, melon-shapedglobe. I feel the heat begin almost immediately, and moan against my gag yetagain, as the ballooning registers in the depths of my brain. Then the sameis done to my left breast…the zip-tie pulled tight, leaving me withtwo tightly bulging, throbbing tits…the beginning of my punishment.

"Aaahhh….what a lovely little slave you are, little one….evenwhen you've been naughty, you are lovely. Does my little pet like the feelof her tits bound tight…ballooning, and throbbing from the pressureof the blood trapped inside?? I know you can't tell me, darling…but,trust me…I know you will be thinking about the answer to that question.I know you will be thinking about how much you love the feeling…loveyour tits bulging away from your body…love your tits bound tight byyour Master…love your nipples being stretched away from those achingtits." You pause, when you hear a gasp drag through my throat, at the thoughtof my nipples being abused even more than my breasts have already been…wonderinghow much more I can endure.

"Yes, my darling…your nipples will be stretched for me…andyour tits will be bound even more tightly, before I'm finished with you." Withthat, I feel your fingers squeeze my right nipple hard again, pulling it hardaway from my body…pulling my throbbing breast with it. Then an odd sensation,as something is pulled tight around my nipple…a string, tied tight,causing my nipple to bulge, as my breast did before it. The same is done tomy left nipple…first the hard squeeze, and strong pull away from mybody…then the string tightening around the nipple, and secured in place.I allow myself a moment to think that that wasn't as bad as I thought it wouldbe…and then I feel you lift up my right big-toe, and feel you tie theother end of the string attached to my right nipple to that toe. The stringis pulled tight, tugging down hard on my nipple, and my toe is lifted up offthe sole of my shoe…leaving me with a choice..either keep my toe liftedaway from my shoe, or relax my toe…pulling and stretching my nippleat the same time. This, too, is repeated on my left side…my toe tiedtight, lifted off my shoe…attached by a tight string to my left nipple.

"What a predicament you've gotten yourself into, little one! You shouldhave kept those lovely eyes of yours closed…so much would have beenavoided, had you only done as I instructed." I understand the completenessof this particular punishment as I lose the ability to hold my toes up…andfeel my nipples pulled and stretched further than I would have thought possible.A whimper works its way up my throat, but no sound escapes my gag-filled mouth.The sensations coursing through my breasts are only increased when I feel anotherzip-tie being tightened around my right breast…closer to my nipple thanthe first. The feeling is more intense than anything I've felt before…butit isn't to end there. Being a perfectionist, you even things out, by addinga second zip-tie to my left breast. Then, to make things interesting, you slipa zip-tie between the second set of ties, and pull it tight, forcing my breasttogether, touching in the center of my chest. This action adds so much to thediscomfort in my breasts….my nipples are not only now being pulled downtowards my toes, but slightly to either side, as my breasts are pulled towardsthe center of my chest. With two sets of bindings around each breast, the ballooningis exaggerated, and the throbbing extreme…and exquisite!

I feel the light touch of your right hand, caressing my right breast….feelyour hand squeeze the flesh tight, increasing the pressure on that side evenmore. "Your tits are lovely, my darling girl….two bulges on either side,and they're turning a lovely shade of red. Your nipples, too, look magnificent,pet…each ballooned into a tight bud, and stretched tight more than aninch away from the body of your tits." I feel exactly how tightly they haveblossomed, when I feel your fingers squeeze each of them in turn…firstthe right, then the left. A low moan escapes my throat…the combinationof pleasure and pain nearly more than I can stand…and then it stops,as quickly as it started, as you move your attention to another part of mybody.

"Now for the true punishment, my sweet slave. Oh, yes…I know you'rethinking that this has all been punishment enough…but everything you'vefelt thus far has been intended to arouse pleasurable sensations within yourbody…and I know I have accomplished this, because your pussy is literallydripping wet, darling. No…there has been no real punishment yet…." ThenI feel the sting of your hand, spanking hard on my left ass-cheek. The shockof it, as it registers in my brain, brings a groan from deep in my throat.But before that sound is complete, I feel the sting of a second…a third…afourth connection of your hand against my bare skin.

"My pet now understands what punishment entails….at least to someextent. I will use many things to punish you, little one….my bare hands…woodenand leather paddles…a riding crop…leather straps…evena cane, if the misdeed warrants its use. Tonight you will feel several of thesethings…and you will remember the feel of each one, I'm sure. First,my hand"…and with that, I feel two quick swats, one on either cheek,followed shortly by two more, harder swats, each stinging more than the last.I can feel my ass heat up, as my punishment begins in earnest.

"Now, you think that that is as much pain as you will be able to endure.I can assure you, however, my dear, that there is worse than that to come.You will learn to do exactly as I instruct…in all things…becauseto fail me is to invite this sort of lesson. I know you will learn quickly,though…and that you will always strive to be my good little slave." Ican hear the smile in your voice, and know that you enjoy the thought of mybeing your good little slave almost as much as you enjoy the thought of punishingme when I'm bad.

"The next thing you will feel will be my leather paddle…the stingwill be different from that of my hand, and it will be exaggerated, since yourass is already bright pink, and glowing. That is the way of things, my pet….youwill learn the feel of each implement, and how it differs depending on whetheror not your ass has already been heated up by something else." I then feelyour hand press down on the small of my back, to help hold me still, and gaspas the pain from the first blow reaches the pain receptors in my brain. "Ahh,yes, my little one…this brings with it a stronger sensation, doesn'tit?" A second strike…and a third…and a quick fourth…eachone burning more than the one before it. By the time the pain of the fourthstarts to subside, I am breathing heavily against my gag…whimperingdeep in my throat…amazed at the amount of pain I have endured thus far.Amazed that I can feel the wetness in my pussy…knowing that this punishmentis only partially that.

"I think tonight's punishment will include only one more tool….somethinglight…something that won't sting quite so badly as either my hand, ormy paddle. You will learn to love this one, my darling, because I will be ableto direct its sting, controlling precisely where the pain is centered." Thisis followed by a quick, sharp sting to the inside of my right thigh…notat all where I was expecting the pain to be. "You see, my pet…this painisn't nearly as intense…and can be quite precise." With that I feelthe sting lick across my right nipple…already throbbing from being stretchedtight, and over-filled with blood from being bound tight. The additional sensationbrings yet another moan from deep in my throat. "Yes…you understandnow exactly what the advantages are of this little device, don't you, darling?" Anotherquick, unexpected sting, centered on my exposed pussy…and one more,centered squarely on my throbbing clit.

And then I feel your warm hands, lightly rubbing my burning ass….massagingthe burning muscles…easing away the pain you so recently inflicted there. "That'senough punishment for now, my pet. I trust you will think twice before disobeyingme in the future." If I could answer, I would assure you that, indeed, I woulddo my best to follow your every instruction to the letter!

After massaging my warm backside for several minutes, I feel your fingersslide down along my crack…pulling my cheeks apart completely, exposingthe bud of my anus. I thrill at the feeling as you rub lightly across…teasingme with your touch…then feel your fingers as they slide across my soakingwet pussy. You rub all the way across, soaking your fingers completely as yougo, until you're able to reach my throbbing clit. Once you've found it, yourub lightly across it…pressing it against my pubic bone…drivingme wild with desire…and head-long towards a shattering orgasm. I movemy body in response to your touch…as much as my bondage will allow…bendingmy knees slightly, to allow my body to rock back and forth a bit. Before I'mable to reach that orgasm, you stop…tracing your way back across mypussy…and insert two fingers…pushing them deep inside of me…reachinginto the very heart of my being. You fuck me slowly with two fingers for severalminutes…your right hand buried inside of me, while your left hand pressesdown on the small of my back…holding me still. You are completely incontrol of my body…and this pressure is a sure reminder of that fact.

"Does my sweet pet like the feel of her Master's fingers deep inside ofher? Oh, there is no need to answer, my dear…I know the answer…Ican feel it in your body, as you try to push back against my hand. Just keepin mind, slave…I control your pleasure just as surely as I control yourpain. You will not move unless I want you to move…you will not pleasureyourself by pushing yourself further onto my fingers than I desire….youwill not cum until I've finished using you…until I've given you permissionto cum. And I know you will do exactly as you're instructed…I know youhaven't been able to forget your first punishment THAT quickly."

You continue to move your fingers in and out of my dripping pussy…slowly…makingme want more…making me NEED more. I concentrate on not moving…notforcing myself back onto those lovely fingers, working their way in and outof my pussy…it takes nearly everything I have to focus on that. Andthen my concentration is shattered….when I feel you thrust a third fingerdeep inside of me…spreading them apart as they move in and out…spreadingmy pussy wide with each stroke.

"Oh, yes, my pet….you want to fuck my fingers, don't you? You wantto bury them as deep as they can go, don't you?? Aaahhh….my sweet littlegirl….that is for me to do, darling….your pleasure belongs tome now….and I will use you how I wish…in whatever way pleasesME…not you." This must be a final form of punishment, I think to myself…asthe need to be filled, completely, grows stronger within my body.

You continue to pump your fingers in and out of my pussy…my bodystruggling to clamp down around you…to hold you inside. I feel a tremendousneed building inside of me….the need to orgasm as I've never done before….yetyou won't allow me to go there…you keep me just a step away from theedge…teasing me with the sight of it, but not allowing me to touch.

And then the sensation stops…abruptly…as you withdraw yourfingers from me completely. A long whimper rises up from my throat, as my bodycries out for release. The touch of your fingers against my hard clit comesas a shock…but the exquisite feeling is short-lived, as you quicklypull away again. Then I feel your finger press against my asshole…rubbingcircles around the opening…causing me to push back against you, onlyto be met with a resounding slap on my left cheek. "I told you, very clearly,that you were not to move, slut….pleasure is not for you to take…itis only for me to give. Don't disobey me again." The sharp sting from the palmof your open hand is a quick reminder….one which will not be soon forgotten.

Even as you administer my reminder, I feel the tip of something slide insideof me….not your finger…no…this is too hard to be yourfinger. The question is answered soon enough…as I feel the ballooning,both inside my rectum, and outside. You've inserted an enema nozzle into myrectum, and sealed it off tight, with the double-balloon. "Yes, my slave…youunderstand now what I'm about to do, don't you? I'm going to give my littlepet a thorough cleaning…and then I'm going to take what belongs to me." I'mable to feel the change in the angle of the nozzle, as the bag is lifted abovethe level of my back…suspended, I assume, by yet another rope hangingfrom the beams overhead. Soon after, I feel the pressure of the warm liquidentering my rectum….slowly filling my colon…making love to me,from the inside out. As the pressure builds, and the fluid is forced furtherinside my body, I feel a slight cramping…not painful, really….surprisinglyenjoyable, actually. A low moan escapes my throat, as I relax and enjoy thisnew sensation…of being filled completely by my Master. The fluid runs…fillingme more completely than I have ever experienced before…the warmth isintoxicating…the firm touch of your hands…one on my lower back,the other slowly massaging my throbbing right breast, reminding me of the achethere….is a constant reminder of my place in the world. I am yours…tobe used as you desire…there is no longer any doubt about that in mymind.

"Very good, pet…you've taken half the fluid I have for you….youwill make your Master very proud, won't you?" Only half!! The thought of takingthat much again sends a shiver through my body….feeling a renewed senseof urgency….needing to feel the release of an orgasm. Before I'm ableto think, my body begins to rock slowly back and forth….the motion Iwould make if the nozzle were being moved in and out of my ass….themovement that would, if allowed to continue, bring me to that edge…thatexquisite orgasm. The movement is brought to a quick halt, however, by a sharppinch on my right nipple. My mind screams out in agony, as the shock of painhits it full-force. "This is the last time I will tell you to mind your body,slut….the next time you move to take pleasure for yourself you willfind yourself well-acquainted with my wooden paddle. Click the button in yourright hand to indicate that you understand me, my pet" As the words registerthrough the pain coming from my right breast, I press the button held tightin my right hand….yes…I understand, completely, Sir. "That'smy girl….I know you'll do better from now on."

Slowly, the fluid continues to fill my already distended abdomen. The pressureinside my body is tremendous…and wonderful. The pressure of your handon my back is amazingly reassuring..as I'm sure it is meant to be. Even thesensation of your right hand squeezing my ballooning, throbbing breast hasbecome pleasurable to me! Everything about me is pleasure…I'm lost withinthe onslaught of feelings….lost to everything in the world outside ofyour touch.

And then the pressure evens out inside of me…the fluid has run out,finally. "There, my pet…you've taken all the fluid I had to give you…andyou've not spilled a single drop! You have certainly made your Master proud,darling girl….and for that you will certainly be rewarded. Now I'm goingto explain to you what I'm going to do…and what I expect of you. WhenI ask if you understand, I want you to click one time on the button in yourhand. If you don't understand, I want you to click the button twice. Do youunderstand so far?" One click. "Good girl. First of all, I'm going to removethe enema nozzle from your rectum. In its place, I will insert an inflatableplug…that way you won't have to worry about spilling any of my warmfluid. Once your plug is inserted, and inflated completely, I will releasethe rope tied to your arms. You have no need to worry about falling…Iwill be holding you up, and will lower you gently to the floor. There you willbe allowed to rest briefly, while I unbind your arms. There will be some paininvolved in this, as the blood rushes back into your arms, hands, and fingers…butI will rub them for you….I will do everything in my power to make thistransition as easy as I possibly can. Do you understand all of this?" Again…asingle click. "After you've had a chance to regain some feeling in your arms,I will roll you over onto your back, and tie your wrists lightly above yourhead, fastening the rope to a hook built into the floor. Then I will proceedto massage your distended belly….I want to feel how full you are withmy fluids, darling….I want to feel me move deep inside of you."

With this, I feel the balloons of the enema nozzle released, and feel thenozzle itself slide slowly from my ass. Barely before its had a chance to getcompletely out, I feel a different tool pushed deep inside of me, and thenfeel the pressure of an even larger balloon being inflated inside my rectum.Oh, the feeling is exquisite….and the need to cum builds inside of meagain! Do you have any idea the torture you're inflicting on me, I wonder.Yes…I'm certain you know exactly what you're doing to me….I haveno doubt.

Next, a surprise…I feel the pressure on my nipples give way abruptly,as the strings attached to my toes are cut. You carefully remove the stringfrom around each nipple, allowing the blood to rush back in….a low moanbuilds in my throat…this is a sensation I didn't expect! I then feelthe cool of metal against the side of my right breast…as you cut throughthe first zip-tie..and then the second…releasing first my right breast,and then my left, from their bondage. As the blood rushes back into each breast,I nearly cry from the sensation. I adore you for the gentle massaging you give,on both breasts…knowing that they will be tender…knowing thatthey need your loving attention.

And then I feel you against my right shoulder…and feel the pressurefrom the rope at my elbows released, and my body slowly lowered to rest ona bed of pillows you've placed on the floor. Ahh…even with the paininflicted, I know that your one desire is to pleasure me….that is thegoal, in truth…for both of us to receive great pleasure. The touch ofthe pillows is greatly appreciated…I must remember to tell you this,when I'm allowed to speak again.

Once I'm settled on the floor, on my stomach, you begin the task of unbindingmy arms. First, you release the chain attached to my collar…which providesrelief to both my arms, and to my neck. Then you remove the clasp holding mywrists together. Lastly, you straighten my arms…since I'm unable tostraighten them on my own. As soon as they are straight, by my sides, the bloodrushes back in….greeting me with burning pain, which is soon followedby pins and needles unlike anything I have ever felt before. You do as youpromised, and spend several lovely minutes massaging each arm, from the shoulderto the tips of my fingers…making the feelings involved much more enjoyablefor me.

After massaging my arms for what seems an eternity…but what couldn'tpossibly have been long enough!…I feel your hands shift under me, rollingme over onto my back. I know your attention will now be focused on my over-fullbelly…and I'm actually looking forward to feeling your hands massagethat part of my body. I'm not expecting your mouth, full on my right breast…suckingmy still-aching nipple deep into your mouth. If my mouth wasn't completelygagged, I would have screamed…in agony…and in pleasure…atthe feeling. Instead, all I could do was moan deep in my throat….andconcentrate on not raising up off the floor, in an attempt to push my breastfurther into your hungry mouth. I've learned that lesson well.

While my breast is still held firmly by your mouth, your right hand movesdown to my stomach, and begins kneading deep into my belly…..pushinghard against the fluid locked deep inside of me. This isn't quite the massageI was anticipating…and the pressure that builds as a result sends shiversthrough my body. Along with this feeling, comes that all-encompassing need….myneed to reach the edge…the need to have you guide me there….pushingme past the point of no return, but not allowing me to fall into oblivion.

I feel your mouth leave my breast…"My slut likes having her fulltummy massaged, doesn't she? I know you do, pet…I can feel it in thetension in your body…straining to remain still…fighting to takeonly what pleasure is given….to resist reaching out for more on yourown. You're doing very well, little one….very well." I feel you kneelbeside me…your knees pressing into my right hip, as your left hand replacesyour right in massaging my belly. I assume you've switched hands in order toallow your right hand to rest…but I'm mistaken in that assumption. Youreach down, between my still wide-spread legs, and find my rock-hard clit withyour right hand….rubbing it lightly from side to side….squeezingit between a finger and your thumb….pulling it away from my body…pinchingit tightly….torturing it as you tortured my throbbing nipples so recently.Your hand leaves my clit after a few brief moments of play, and is replacedby another surprise….the sharp pinch of an alligator clip being clampeddown on my clit. This brings a gasp from me….as I struggle to remainstill. The throbbing begins almost immediately, and builds in intensity quickly. "Iknow my little slut will learn to love this new toy…she will learn tolove ALL her new toys, each used in its own time, and to my liking." The biteof the clamp on my clit is excruciating….but, even still, I'm not ableto decide whether is hurts, or feels good.

"Now, my pet….I'm going to allow you to relieve yourself. I willstart by removing the spreader bar between your legs. Your bar will be replacedby a length of heavy chain, which will be locked to the buckles on your ankle-cuffs.This will have the double effect of locking your ankle-cuffs on your body.You won't be able to remove them unless I unlock the chain. This should besufficient to keep you from attempting to escape while you're in the bathroom." Withthis, I feel the weight from the spreader bar removed from my ankles, onlyto be quickly replaced by the weight of a rather heavy piece of steel chain.You also remove my shoes, which will make it much easier for me to walk. Anotherthing to appreciate.

"Now I'm going to untie your arms. The cuffs will remain in-place, and willbe connected by another length of chain, which will also lock the cuffs inplace on your arms. You see, my dear…there will be no escape for you….none." Beforeyou finish your sentence, I feel the release of my arms, and smile to myselfas you lay them by my sides. I feel the cold of the chain as you drape it acrossmy stomach, locking it firmly to each wrist. I'm free enough to walk…todo most anything…but, still, I am quite effectively bound…andyou know this, as surely as I do.

"The last thing I have to do, before allowing you to go to the bathroom,is to remove your hood. You will want to keep your eyes closed for a few minutes,to allow them time to adjust to the light in the room. This suggestion is foryour comfort only, little one…you may open your eyes as soon as youfeel able to do so without causing yourself pain. Your gag will remain in place…asit will for most of the next three days. I will remove it to feed you, andto give you drink, but you will have little need to talk. If I desire the companyof your conversation, I will remove the gag, and we will talk until such timeas I decide to replace the gag. Again…the sound of your voice is formy pleasure alone…even when you are being fed, you will not speak unlessI ask you a direct question. Do you understand this, my dear?" A single clickin response.

I feel your hands at the back of my neck as you unlock the zipper-pull ofthe rubber hood wrapped snug around my face. There is an immediate sense ofrelief, as the rubber is lifted away, and the cool air feels incredibly refreshingas it hits my flushed face. "You look beautiful, my pet…your face isdamp with the sweat of your desire….your hair a wild tangle, from beingtight inside your hood." I revel inside my head as I feel your face press againstthe side of my face…as I feel your light kiss on my cheek…myforehead…my eyelids.

As your lips leave my eyes, I slowly open them, to look directly into youreyes for the first time in an eternity. I see such love in those eyes…suchcaring…for me…for your pet. I can only hope you're able to seethese feelings returned to you, through my eyes! And then you smile…andlightly touch my right cheek with your fingertips…and I know you see.

"I will help you up now, and walk with you to the bathroom. Before leavingyou, I will remove your plug. Then you may relieve yourself. Be very certainto clean yourself well, when you've finished…I want you thoroughly cleanfor me…inside and out. If you feel the need, you may shower. I willwait patiently for you here, by the fire. When you've finished, come join me.Be thorough, but do not take too long, slave."