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 MF, bd, sm, ws

   This story is the second part in a three part series portraying in part
the journey of one young Lady into the world of BDSM.  The first part of
this story is titled Where Are You?  As well, the third part of this story
is now available, titled Now Where Are You.  If you have not yet read it, I
highly recommend you do so, so that you will be better able to follow the
story.

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   The names, places, and events in this story are fictional.  Any
resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story is
a work of fiction, and the author does not condone any practices described
in this story.  Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality, please know the
difference.

   THERE YOU ARE by: Blade c Aug, 2015

   Simply put, I was totally zoned out and my mind was in a fog.  Then as
well I could feel myself shivering.  My first thought...  is this going to
be a long cold winter?  Then as the fog in my mind cleared and my senses
slowly returned I began to realize the dilemma I was in.  Slowly I lifted
my head from the steering wheel and released the grip I had on it.  Looking
through the windshield I could see the front door on my home directly in
front of me.  Then after a couple of blinks I gazed up to see a very bright
and starry night.  Only a half moon but it was still a bright night. 
Slightly peeking to the East I could see the sunrise trying to appear.  In
another hour the sun would be coming up.  How long had I been out here
slumbered over the steering wheel?  Then my distorted mind had another zap
of sorts.  Yes someone was out to get me.  Someone wants to destroy or
maybe kill me.  Instinctively I reached to the steering column and turned
the key.  Nothing.  Now my mind was working better, much better.  I had
then remembered that I had finally left the house to escape and the car
would not start.  So I knew I was doomed and apparently blacked out for a
while.  Then I am a strong woman and I will not be beaten.  A sudden
urgency and renewal of confidence entered me and with a quick boost of
energy I knew I would survive.  After all is that not what survivors
do..............................  survive?

   Slowly I allowed my left hand to drop further and seek out the door
handle.  I really needed to get back in the house and find safety there I
thought.  Not like I had much choice but rather I had to feel some type of
self protection.  As I found the handle I pulled it inward towards me. 
Once I knew the door was unlatched I pushed it outward.  Quickly a sudden
gust of wind enveloped me and, again, reminded me of the chilly and awful
night.  Now my mind was fixed.  I will go back into my house.  Lock the
doors.  Take a nice hot shower to wash all the filth of tonight off of me.
Then crawl into the safety of my warm bed and tell myself how tonight was
nothing more than a bad dream.  I swiveled myself around and began to exit
my car.

   Methodically and without thought I walked to the front door of the
kitchen.  Slowly I turned the knob.  Oh yes great!  I thought it is opened.
Quickly I allowed myself in.  Turned around and locked it for good this
time.  Yes this time I did use the deadbolt as well.  So relaxed and so
relieved I slowly turned and leaned against the door knowing that I was now
safe.  As I drew in a deep breath a scent hit me.  Yes that pungent aroma,
the ugly smell of pot.  How I detested pot and all that it stood for.  My
ex used to be a recreational user.  Or so he claimed.  Then the simple
truth was that it did control his life.  He would smoke it first thing in
the morning until last thing before he went to bed.  Just one more hit and
he would be OK.  So now I had the realization that I was not alone.  There
was someone else in the house.  How else would that stink be here?  As my
eyes dropped my gaze rested across the kitchen table.  A very brief bit of
relief.  On the table was my cell phone.  Then I realized that the back was
off.  Now I remembered trying to use it earlier and how it had been
disabled.  I began to shake and tremble.  Things were not right.  My
stomach was again doing flip flops.  I wanted to grab myself as I began to
shiver, and a new and distinct cold began to take over.  I wanted to cry
but there were no tears there.

   I could see the light as it entered the back sliding door.  My immediate
thoughts were my babies, are they Ok and safe and more?  Slowly I walked
around the kitchen table and towards the glass door.  Then suddenly I heard
it, a deep growl.  Not an aggressive one but a growl none the less and not
one from either of my dogs.  Off to my right I heard a voice.  A soft voice
followed by a light laugh.

   "Max relax she is safe".  Then the voice redirected, "That was a
friendly growl.  Evidently he liked what he smelled, didn't you Max?"

   Again I heard another laugh, this one a bit longer.  I was not sure what
to do.  I did need to go check my babies in the back yard and make sure
that they were OK.  Looking at the dark spot on my recliner I saw the joint
light up.  He must be taking another disgusting hit I thought.  Looking
back to the corner by the sliding glass door where the growl had come from
I could see another silhouette.  This was the dog that so "welcomed" me.  I
could not see him as all was too dark.

   "Sit down and relax and get some sleep," I heard.  I looked at the black
spot on my recliner as he continued.  "Try and get some rest on the sofa.
Trust me you will have a long day tomorrow.  Oh don't worry about your two
mutts.  They are safe and OK.  I would never purposely harm an animal. 
Then as far as you, guess tomorrow we will see how well you obey your
orders?"

   I was beyond lost and more scared then I had ever been.  What do I do? I
thought.  Then the idea hit me...  obey his orders.  Slowly I sank to the
edge of the sofa and laid down.  Facing the back of the sofa I was hit with
the definite urge to cry.  Not one tear, but perhaps a million or more.  I
let go with a gush of sobs to be followed by another and then another. 
Before I knew it I had passed into a deep sleep.  One that I so desperately
needed.

   "Hey bitch get up I'm hungry."

   Still oh so groggy I tried to focus myself as I stared into the back of
the sofa.  So much had happened in the last 10-12 I don't know how many
hours?  Gathering my senses I struggled with what all it meant.  Then I
heard one of my dogs scratching on the sliding glass door.  Well at least
they are Ok so yes something positive.  Again the echoing voice...

   "Bitch you going to get up and fix me some breakfast or do I need to
beat you?"

   Who is this guy?  Where did he come from?  Slowly rolling over I was
catching my first glimpse of him.  Then immediately the one dog began to
growl and caught my attention.  Looking at the dog, I saw that yes he was a
big dog.  I do not like big dogs and this dog was huge.  Again I heard his
voice.

   "Hey I ain't gonna say it again fix me some breakfast bitch."

   Both of my babies were pressed against the glass door and wanting my
attention.  The one big dog was glancing from my babies to me and giving a
light growl each time.  I stood up and looked towards the kitchen as he now
yelled, "I want three eggs over easy and Canadian Bacon and two slices of
wheat toast." I looked at him and he was taking another hit on his joint.
"Oh and put the coffee on, I like mine black so that should be simple
enough." I was more bewildered then anything.  Who was this idiot giving me
directions?  Why in the hell is he in my house?  Without thinking I blurted
out, "I don't have any Canadian Bacon and I don't have any fucking wheat
bread either".

   He took another hit and laughed, "Do as you are told and do not question
me!"

   Not at all sure what to do I nodded my head and walked to the kitchen.
Then I remembered I do not have any coffee either as I drink only herbal
teas.  Then looking at the side of the stove I saw a bag of what looked
like coffee.  Getting closer I saw that yes sure enough there was fresh
ground Kona beans from Hawaii or the package claimed.  I got a pot and put
some water to boil.  Thinking I was quite sure I had some eggs in the
fridge.  Opening the door I saw a carton of a dozen eggs.  Next to that was
a loaf of wheat bread.  I reached and pulled out a wrapped package Canadian
Bacon.  What is going on here?  I thought.  I pulled a skillet out and set
the gas burner on and set it down.

   As I was opening the carton of eggs he yelled (gawd does he love his
voice or what?) "Breakfast is for me bitch you need to learn your place and
eat when I say you can eat!"

   I added a bit of lard to the skillet.  I pulled out a coffee cup and set
some fresh ground coffee in it.  Retrieved the toaster from under the
cupboard and set it down and plugged it in.  Thought the lard should be hot
enough and cracked an egg on the edge of the counter.  Yes about just right
as it began to sizzle.  Realizing I was late I quickly grabbed another
skillet and turned it up high and threw some Canadian Bacon on it as well.
Well one egg done and put it in a plate and add another egg.  Flip the
bacon put the toast in and check the coffee.  Quick enough breakfast was
done and on the table.  As I laid out the utensils and a napkin he walked
in and grinned.  I really did not like him in the least.

   "Well bitch I may finally find you good for something."

   Then he laughed again.  Was he already stoned this morning?  Looking
behind me at the clock on the microwave I saw where it was now 9:10 in the
morning.  Still too early to be getting high in my book.

   After a couple of bites he looked at me and barked out, "OK bitch do I
have to tell you everything?  Step back one step and spread your legs a
couple of feet.  Put your arms behind your back and clasp your hands
together." Again he gave me his same ugly grin.

   "Nice to know that you obey orders so well and you just may be a quick
learner," he said as he took another bite of toast.  I simply glared at him
and watched him finish his breakfast.  Once he had wiped the last bit of
yoke off his plate he pushed the plate further in front of him and grinned
again.  Gawd, how I was growing to despise his hideous grin.  "Well if I
find that you won't make a good enough of a servant for me I guess I could
always find you a job as a short order cook.  Will admit well done,
although the coffee left a bit to be desired.  Which you may also take to
mean another cup bitch!" Quickly I found myself making him another cup of
freshly ground Hawaiian Kona coffee.

   He took a couple of sips and set his cup down and reached into his shirt
pocket and pulled out another joint.  Lighting it and taking a hit then
another hit, he stated, "Nothing like a good draw on some home grown after
a good breakfast.  You wanna a toke?"

   I did not respond other then shaking my head no and avoiding eye contact
with this whoever.  My stomach had already started to grumble and I
realized just how hungry I was.  "Sir." I could not believe that I had
addressed him as Sir!  "I am starving, can a make myself something to eat?"
He looked at me and that friggin' grin returned.  "Nope you may not.  Fact
is you will only do as I allow you to do.  Then add the fact that I do not
like your whiny bitch voice.  So remember do not speak unless you are
spoken to." This only made me want to scratch his eye balls out more.

   He slowly took hit after hit of the joint until it basically
disappeared. This asshole was not going to waste one shred of the pot. 
Looking at me he said, "Well the kitchen needs a cleaning, so why are you
just standing there?"

   Quickly I cleared the plates and utensils off of the table.  Into the
sink they went and I turned on the hot water and added dish washing soap.
Looking out the window and at my car I asked myself why I was here and who
is this guy?

   I heard the kitchen chair scoot back and a short foot step.  "Gonna talk
a shower and clean up.  I do expect the kitchen to be spotless when I come
back," the stranger barked at me.  I did not turn around as I did not want
to either see him or much less acknowledge him.  I heard him as he walked
out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

   As I was getting ready to wash the dishes and rinse them I heard the
shower go on about the same time the hot water heater kicked in.  So
looking at the sink of dirty dishes I thought, well if I turn the water
back on he may not get all the hot water he needs.  I only had a twenty
gallon hot water heater which because I lived alone was usually plenty.  I
turned and surveyed the kitchen area.  Yes it does need a good cleaning, I
thought.

   Quickly I grabbed the broom and was sweeping under the table area.  As I
was reaching for the dust pan, I heard the shower go off.  Good timing, I
thought, now I can finish the dishes.  Right away I started to run the
rinse water and quickly started scrubbing the soaking dishes.  All the
dishes were placed in the drainer and drying.  I looked at the floor.  Yes
the sweeping did help but it had spots here and there of dirt and spills. I
took out the mop bucket and put it in the sink and began filling it with
hot water.  I grabbed the cleaner and threw about a cup of it in the
bucket, and suddenly suds were being made.

   I went to the broom closet and pulled out the mop.  Turning off the
water, I decided to forsake the mop and get on my hands and knees and scrub
the floor properly.  Putting the bucket by the far corner, I went to work
with a brush and a couple of dry towels.  Quickly I did realize how I had
neglected keeping my house as neat and tidy as I used to.  Scrub, scrub,
scrub, soon the water in the bucket was filthy.  I got up and dumping it to
drain in the sink then quickly began to fill it up again.  Looking under
the sink, I found some more dry rags to help me out in my task of scrubbing
the floor.

   About the time I was catching my breath, the bucket was full and so I
was off to scrubbing some more.  All in all, it took four fresh buckets of
hot water.  Well...  more like three and a half as I ran out of hot water
filling the fourth bucket.  Rinsing the dirty towels before I put them in
the laundry, I saw where I had missed a spot under the table.  Kneeling
down to wipe it clean, I heard him walk into the kitchen.

   "Now that is how I think a bitch should always be," he snorted off at
me. "On her hands and knees being of service.  Whether it is keeping her
Master's house spotless or sucking his cock, at least you do know your
place in life." Again his pathetic laugh took over.  Who the hell does he
think he is?  quickly ran through my mind.  My Master?  I almost wanted to
laugh out loud at him.  Suck what cock?  I thought.  This asshole is just
that, a friggin asshole!

   For whatever reason, I looked up at him.  He had showered and had on
some clean clothes.  It was obvious that he had shaved as well as brushed
out his hair.  At any other time I may have looked at him twice.  Right now
I could not decide if I simply wanted to scratch his eyeballs out or spit
on him.

   "Come, follow me to the bedroom," he said, like he was talking to a maid
in a hotel or less.  Without thinking I began to stand up.  "No you dumb
bitch!  You are already on your knees, simply crawl and follow me like the
puppy dog you will soon be."

   This guy doesn't even know me!  Who the hell is this guy to treat me
like this?  I wondered.  Then as he turned to walk down the hall, I found
myself following him as I crawled on the floor like a good puppy dog.

   As I crawled into my bedroom I found us facing each other.  He was
looking down at me and I looked up at him.  "OK bitch you can stand up now.
So very glad to see that you are being dutiful and obeying orders."

   Why does he have to call me bitch!  I am not a bitch, and hell no!  I am
not his bitch!  Why can't he simply call me Aileen like everyone else?  Or
better yet, not talk to me at all.  Yet as instructed, I slowly got to my
knees and stood up.

   "OK now take your clothes off.  Soon you will learn that clothes are not
to be worn when you are in service to me." Baffled again, my thought was In
service to you?  Take my clothes off?  Well excuse me!  I thought, Just who
do you think you are?

   "Do I have to repeat myself?" he snapped.

   I did not reply other then shaking my head no.  Then I slowly started to
undo my pants and slide them down.  Why was I doing this?  I asked myself
as I obeyed him.  Now I took my panties off, and my top.  I had not put on
a bra after coming home and changing from work yesterday, so there I was,
all naked in front of basically a total stranger.

   "OK now let's go to the bathroom and you get in the shower."

   Yippee!  was my thought.  Now I finally get a shower.  I just felt so
dirty from what had happened since last night.  I was quite sure that with
plenty of hot water and soap, I would be feeling so much better.  I started
to dart off towards the shower when I heard his voice again "Hey!  Hey! 
Hey!  Slow down bitch!  Your clothes pick them up and put them in the
hamper, have some self respect there."

   Self respect he says?  Here I am naked in front of a virtual stranger,
and he says have self respect and put your clothes in the hamper?  I
thought.  I bent over and retrieved all of my dirty clothing and did as
instructed.  Turning around I saw him at the door of my bathroom.  With a
swift motion he beckoned me over and into my bathroom I went.  He pulled
back the shower curtain and told me to get in.  Oh I was so happy, I could
almost feel the hot water as I soaped myself clean.  Then he pointed to the
tub floor.

   "Kneel bitch!" he snarled at me.

   I wondered, What is going on here?  Can't you see I am in the shower? 
Aand yes I do so desperately want to take a shower!  He snapped his fingers
and pointed to the floor of the tub again.  Slowly I found myself kneeling
down.  I did not take my eyes off of him.  His ugly smile returned,
followed with a muffled laugh.  I could not believe what I saw next.  He
undid his jeans and fished out his cock.  My mind is screaming out loud. 
NO!!!  YOU CAN'T !  NO YOU CAN'T!!!

   Then the first stream of warm piss hit across my breasts.  It was
followed by another and another.  Soon my entire torso was soaking in this
freak's piss.  I never closed my eyes, but I really saw nothing.  I was in
such shock.  Finally the last dribble or two of his piss hit my lips and
then I knew it was all over.  I broke eye contact with him and then looked
down at myself.  Here I was, kneeling in my own bathtub, reeking in the
filth of this idiot's piss.  What the hell is wrong with me?  I thought. 
He put his cock back in his pants and walked a couple of steps towards the
toilet.  Sitting there was what looked to be a collar and lead leash.  He
picked them up and walked back to me.

   "Look at me!" he commanded.  As I was told, I obeyed.  "You will remain
here and drip dry until the piss permeates your skin.  You will learn to
enjoy being a marked bitch for your Master.  To reek and smell the fresh
aroma from the piss baths he will give you.  In time it will be with pride
and joy that you smell like your Maser's piss." With that said he leaned
over and placed the collar around my neck.  Dropping the chain lead leash
he turned and walked to the bathroom door.  "When you are dried enough you
may return to cleaning the kitchen bitch." Then he walked out.

   I was beyond stunned.  Never in my life had I ever been so humiliated
and degraded.  Never in my life had I ever thought of anyone ever peeing on
me.  Then here I am, in my own tub and some total stranger just pissed on
me and told me I would learn to like it?  I could not move, I could not
cry, I could not do anything.  Shock was all I felt.  Where do these sick
people come up with all of this disgusting stuff?  I crawled out of the
shower finally and crawled down the hallway.

   When I was about half way across the kitchen floor, I heard his putrid
voice, "Bitch get me a beer out of the ice box."

   I jerked my head towards the wall knowing that he was sitting on the
other side.  I yelled at him, "I don't have any fucking.....!" Then I
stopped myself.  There was no need to fight it or to argue with him.  I
stood and walked to the ice box.  Opening it, I saw a thirty pack of Coors
original.  I took one out and turned to take it to him in the front room.

   With a smirk on his face, he leered at me.  "Such a Good Girl Bitch, now
open it for me."

   I did as I was told and went to hand it to him.  "I prefer the tab off,
bitch."

   So I worked the tab back and forth and handed him his beer.  "Thank You,
now you may return to cleaning the kitchen," he told me.

   As I turned I saw him take a deep gulp of his Coors.

   In no time I went over the floor again and had it shining.  Soon the
counter tops were shining and my stove was as clean as when it was brand
new.  Looking around I felt so proud of myself.  How did I ever let my
kitchen get so out of hand?  I thought.  Just then I heard the sound of an
empty beer can on the coffee table.

   Quickly I went to retrieve another beer from the ice box.  I started to
go to the front room and suddenly remembered.  I back stepped and opened
the beer and removed the tab.  Now I went forward and handed him his next
beer after I entered the room.  He took a big gulp and leaned his head back
and stared at the ceiling for a brief time.  With his right hand he
motioned towards the floor.  Initially, I was confused, and then he did it
a second time.  I was learning that he did not like to repeat himself.  Not
knowing why I positioned myself to kneel.  I stayed there kneeling, not
uttering a word.  After a bit he looked at me again with those cruel and
ugly eyes.

   "You're a quick learner", he told me.  "You might just be a keeper?"

   A keeper?  I thought.  What the hell is he talking about?

   "Well, I am going to take Max out for some fresh air and a bit of
exercise.  If you want to come and tend to your mutts, you can put on a
pair of shoes and join us."

   With a definite puzzled look on my face I asked, "A pair of shoes?"

   "Well if you don't want to put on any shoes, that's up to you." He got
up and motioned to Max and they walked to the sliding door.

   "Quit!  Quit!  Quit, now get back, geesh please leave me alone." I could
not believe how aggressive my little munchkins had become.  It was like
they had not seen me in forever.  I had opted to put on a pair of over the
knee socks as well as wear a pair of two inch cork filled sandals.  I
really could not believe that I was now out here in this very cool weather
and basically naked.  Probably no more than five minutes passed with me and
my babies connecting.  Soon I found myself half sprawled against the
sliding glass door and my legs and ass on the cold concrete.

   Then the funny thing was the concrete along with the glass was not cold.
For whatever reason I did find a lot of comfort in being "presentable" as
such.  I did opt to look (almost stare) at the stranger and Max.  He seemed
to have a rather large piece of thick rope and he and Max were playing a
basic game of tug of war.  Neither one of them seemed to be winning.  Then
I did notice a definite bit of bonding between them.  This put my mind in a
good place.  Reaching down, I softly rubbed both of my babies behind their
ears only to receive a lot of luscious licks.

   Although cool and partially cloudy, the sun did appear and share its
warmth.  Still in my own little world, I saw where the stranger was now
approaching me.

   "Well Bitch did you have a good time with your mutts?"

   "Yes I did as I do love them so." I looked at him and smiled and nodded
my yes.

   "Well if you would move your sorry ass out of the way then maybe Max and
I could go back in to relax a bit."

   Suddenly I realized that I was blocking him from coming back into my
house.  This was quickly followed by the sharp realization, why is he
allowed in my house, much less Max?  I scooted to the right.  I knelt down
and opened the sliding door so that the stranger, along with Max, could
enter my house.  Both my babies were playing with each other on the far end
of the back yard.  I opened the sliding door and crawled in.  Closing it
behind me, I opted to present myself (although I had zero clue as to how).

   "So the little Bitch is back and trying to be of use?" he barked at me.

   "Sir I wish to be acceptable to you." My mind went in warp mode; why the
hell did I say that?

   "It will take time Bitch.  Then in time I feel you may be a keeper.  Did
I ever say that I do get thirsty?"

   "Sorry Sir!  I assume you would like another beer?"

   As I was getting back on my feet and heading towards the kitchen he
answered back with a simple: "You want to be a good Bitch?  Then develop
some anticipatory skills."

   Trust me it took very little time to have his beer opened.  The tab was
pulled off and I was kneeling before him and offering him his beer.

   As usual he looked at me and gave me his sick and evil grin.  "Well
Bitch getting close to lunch time.  Why not fix us a nice salad with some
cut up chicken breast along with some Ranch dressing?"

   I started to protest.  Then I quickly realized my failures today. 
Slowly I stood up and said, "Yes Sir.  May I be excused to fix you a
salad?"

   "Sorry Bitch did you not hear where I want a salad with chicken breast
and Ranch Dressing and more?"

   "Yes Sir, I apologize.  Quickly I will have a salad made to your
likings." Scurrying to the kitchen I was thinking I don't have any of these
things that he wants.  Bending over and opening the door to the ice box, I
was dazzled again.  Yes not a whole lettuce but rather a nice bunch of
spinach lying there.  There were a few radishes, a couple of tomatoes, a
nice firm cucumber as well as an avocado and some fresh mushrooms, plus a
couple of carrots.  How was I missing all of this?

   Quickly I pulled out my cutting board along with my sharpest knife and
went to chop!  Chop!  Chop!  Fortunately I remembered the chicken breasts.
Searching into the meat compartment of the ice box (really not much of a
search) I found some cooked chicken breasts.  I pulled out a plate and put
about half of the chicken breasts in it.  I opened the microwave door and
pressed the "schedule" so now it was zap, zap, zap and it would be all
done. Geesh!  My mind was wondering, so fast.  I did wish to please my
Master.  HELLO!  Did I just say Master?  So I went back into the ice box
and found a jar of Creamy Ranch Dressing.  It had someone's name on it that
I had never heard before then according to the address it was locally made.

   I heard the microwave go off and removed the chicken breasts placing
them on the cutting board.  Quickly I had it all cubed and mixed in with
the fresh salad.  I took out a good sized bowl and tossed his salad in. 
Then I started to pick it up but was at a loss.  So I placed the bowl back
on the counter top and went into the front room.

   "Sir may I ask if you would like me to serve you in the front room?"

   He had been staring out the back door.  Slowly turning his head and
almost acknowledging me, he simply said, "No bitch I always eat in the
kitchen."

   "Thank You Sir your salad is ready when you are Sir.  May I return to
the kitchen Sir?" He simply nodded yes and I exited the front room.

   As I was placing a napkin and fork by his salad bowl he entered the
kitchen.  I stood back and clasped my hands together behind me.  He sat and
placed his empty beer can on the table.  Now a bit confused again I looked
at his empty beer can and then his salad and back again.  "Sir, would you
like me to get you another beer?"

   Without looking at me his snarky remark was, "Beats the hell out of
dying of thirst bitch!"

   My insides cringed.  A simple yes would have done, why did he have to
address me this way?  I turned and took another beer out and went through
the routine with the tab.  As I turned to face him I remembered that he is
left handed so I placed the beer on his left side of the plate.  He spooned
out some ranch dressing added the complementary salt and pepper and took a
bite then another one.

   "Wow bitch this is pretty good!  Then I forgot and should have had you
add a couple of boiled eggs as well.  Oh well, maybe next time?"

   "Yes Sir, next time I will remember as to the boiled eggs." Next time?
What the heck am I saying?

   "You may fix yourself a salad as well bitch."

   Thank You!  Thank You!  Thank You!  was all my mind could say.  I had
not eaten since yesterday and my hunger was beyond me now.  I grabbed a
smaller bowl and filled it with what may have been the most beautiful salad
I had ever seen, I was so hungry.  Facing the table I kind of froze because
I had no idea as to what to do next.  Where did I sit, how did I sit, and
everything else was running through my head.

   What a great relief it was to hear his voice this time.  Motioning to
the other side of the table he said, "You may be seated there." I went and
sat and looked at him again.  He took another bite and said "You may eat
bitch."

   "Thank You Sir", I replied.  "May I have some ranch dressing as well,
Sir?" This time he simply nodded yes and continued plowing through his
salad.  I was so starving that I barely remember eating my salad, but it
must have hit the spot as I finished eating before Sir did.  Then I was not
sure if I should be embarrassed or not.  He made no comment so I found
myself safe for now.  I heard the clang of his fork as he finished eating.
I reached and took a toothpick out of its holder and handed it to Sir.

   "Thank You" was all he said.  Then it about rolled me over as yes a
definite bit of pride came to me in that instant.

   Slowly he got up and apparently talking to no one said, "Man, about over
did it with that salad.  Think I will go lay down for a bit.  Assume you
may find a thing or two to keep you occupied in the kitchen bitch."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." He turned and walked off.  There was a bit to
clean, the few bowls and utensils and cutting board and such.  Again
looking around the kitchen I was so pleased with how neat and spic and span
everything now looked.  I really needed to take more pride in myself, I
thought.  Drying my hands off I went to the front room.  Sir was kind of
slumped a bit in the recliner.

   "May I join you Sir?" I asked.

   Again he simply nodded and pointed to his left side.  As if on cue I
moved there and knelt at his side.  Pointing towards the sliding glass door
he blurted out, "I see you have a hook there in the ceiling, what's it
for?"

   "When I first moved here I had a plant hanging there.  Then it died and
I never replaced it Sir."

   "Lying bitch!  That is so that I can tie you overhead and give you the
beating you deserve."

   I did not know what to make of his comment.  Tie me overhead?  Give me
the beating I deserve?  "I am sorry Sir, but you totally lost me there
Sir?"

   "Go to your bedroom.  In the top of your closet there is a blue canvas
bag.  Bring it to me."

   "Yes Sir, I will be right back Sir."

   I quickly left the room thinking, what blue bag?  Then I had learned
enough today that I did not question things anymore.  Opening my closet
door, sure enough there was the blue bag.  I grabbed it.  It did not weigh
too much but seemed to be stuffed with something though.  Not wishing to
keep Sir waiting, I quickly returned to the front room, laid the bag next
to him, and knelt to present myself again.  I noticed where his beer can
was empty.  "Would you like another beer Sir?"

   "No, not right now, Thank You, I am a bit stuffed from the salad." That
being said he picked up the blue bag and unzipped it.  One after another he
began taking out pieces of coiled rope.  Some blue, some black, some red,
some white.  It was like he was sorting them all out and I had no clue as
to any of this.  Finally the silence was broken and Sir said, "So do you
like being tied up bitch?"

   "I do not believe so Sir.  I actually get claustrophobia in tight
spots."

   "Quite sure in time you will learn to get over that."

   Truth was as a young girl I had accidentally locked myself in a trunk
and ever since then even the thought of small, dark places really freaks me
out.

   "Well I got some cotton rope and I got some jute rope.  Why not us
getting started with some soft cotton rope?"

   I glanced at the small piles of rope again.  Looked at Sir and then back
to the rope.  "I am not so sure of this Sir."

   "Well this is where you learn to trust me and go from there.  Now stand
up and place your hands behind your neck.  We will start off with a simple
body harness." Not wishing to upset Sir I did as I was instructed.

   Reaching over, Sir unclasped my lead leash but left my collar on.  I
could feel myself starting to shake and tremble.  I wanted to just shut my
eyes and pray this will all be over VERY soon.  I did not at all like the
thoughts racing through my mind.

   "You will need to learn to trust me.  I may hurt you but I will never
harm you."

   What the heck is that suppose to mean?  I thought.  I started to shake
my head NO, and then I felt the soft rope on my shoulders.  I could feel
how it had come across the back of my neck and between my breasts.  He tied
one knot, then measured up and tied another until he had four knots.  My
shaking was now not so noticeable, but my eyes still remained fixed on the
rope.  Making a well measured fifth knot he slipped the rope between my
legs and walked around me.  I felt him pulling the rope up and the top down
a bit.

   "OK you may like or not like the following." I heard his soft voice
whisper.

   At that exact moment I felt the rope tighten up significantly and the
one knot pulling against my clit.  It felt like the rope had worked its way
between my cunt lips.  Slowly I let out a soft sigh of contentment.  Next
thing I knew, Sir was in front of me and working the rope right above my
breasts.  And then working the rope again just below my breasts and then
between the two knots and again below the others.  Then he wrapped the
excess rope around one thigh and tied it securely, and then he wrapped the
other thigh.  This whole process could not have taken more than five
minutes, but I found it to be a very nice and welcomed five minutes. 
Standing back, Sir was looking at me kind of like an artist critiquing his
latest work.

   "See that was not so bad was it?" Sir did seem pleased.

   "No Sir, not bad at all.  In fact I think I enjoyed the experience."

   "You may go to your room and admire yourself in the mirror if you like.
On your way back, do bring me a beer."

   "Yes Sir," I quickly responded.  A feeling kind of like getting a new
dress for Christmas came over me; I so wanted to see what the rope looked
like.  Eagerly, I stood in front of my full length mirror and looked at the
front and then the back and off to the side and all over again.  I really
liked how it felt as well as how it looked.  The simple rope seemed to rub
just right in all the right spots.  I liked how I looked and liked how I
felt.  The rope seemed to give me a sense of freedom, if that makes any
sense?  Not wanting to keep Sir waiting I turned off the bedroom light and
hurried down the hall.  Walking past the ice box I had almost forgot Sir's
request for another beer.

   Opening it and going through the ritual of the tab, I entered the front
room.  Sir was standing and looking out of the sliding glass door.  He had
let Max out and he was again playing with the rope he had from earlier.  My
two dogs were in the far corner, not sure what to think of the new dog?  I
was not sure as to my approach to Sir.  I know that he preferred me on his
left, but he was almost against the wall there.  Then as I neared Sir he
turned.  This made things a lot easier now.  I knelt before him and raised
the beer up to him.

   Taking hold of the beer, he took and nice long drink.  "Hhmmm, I needed
that, Thank You.  So now, what do you think of the rope?"

   "I quite like it Sir, it puts a nice feel and relaxation in my mind."

   "I was in hopes that it would.  Let's go outside and take advantage of
the bit of sun that is out."

   With that he turned and pushed open the sliding glass door.  He motioned
me and I lead the way out.  He moved the lawn chair from the shade and into
the direct sun.  He sat on the chair and then motioned me to sit by his
side.  Yes the concrete was a bit cold but even though I was basically
naked the warmth of everything seemed so good.  By then my two dogs had
caught sight of me and were scampering my way.  My dogs were soon licking
away and showing their devotion to me.  Me...  Who was sitting here and
being of use to Sir.  Everything was so relaxing and calming.  We probably
were sitting for about twenty minutes when clouds overtook the sun and a
cold chill went through the air.  Sir stood up and motioned me to do the
same.

   "Getting a bit cold for me, let's go inside." This time he pulled the
sliding glass door open and allowed me in.  As we both were in he motioned
me in front of him.  "OK clasp your hands behind your neck again," he told
me.  "I am going to take this rope off of you." Actually I was kind of sad
as I was so enjoying the feel of the rope.  With quick hands he began
undoing the rope and "freeing" me.  I looked and could see the slight
imprints the rope had left on my body.  I rubbed them a bit and really
liked how it all felt.  Suddenly I heard Sir's voice.  "Hey, why the grin?"

   I guess in my happiness I was smiling as well.  "Well because I liked
the feeling of the rope and now I am enjoying rubbing these areas where the
rope left marks."

   "So am I now to assume you may enjoy being tied more?"

   "Oh yes Sir, and please more rope and tighter too if you can."

   "OK so now the bitch can tell me what she wants and doesn't want?"

   I felt very foolish as well as ashamed.  "I apologize Sir.  I guess I
was a bit too excited by the comfort of the rope and all."

   "Actually no real need to apologize.  Then I am very pleased that you
took to rope so well."

   He leaned to the ledge and brought down my leash.  Attaching it he
motioned me down.  As I went into this position he led me off and past the
kitchen and into the hallway and my bedroom and then the bathroom.  All
this time, I crawled behind my Sir and was now feeling another wave of
pleasure as I did so.  Once in the bathroom he pulled back the shower
curtain again.  Sir looked at me and then at the tub.  I stood and entered
the tub and knelt before him.  As had been done two previous times before
Sir, undid his pants, worked his nice thick cock out and began to piss on
me.  This time it was not dirty and disgusting.  Rather his nice hot piss
felt good as it splashed against my body.  I even found myself opening my
mouth in anticipation of tasting Sir's golden liquids.  All too soon my
piss bath was over.  Again Sir dropped my lead leash.

   Thank You Sir." OH MY GAWD!!!  What had I said?  Did I just Thank this
stranger for pissing on me?  Something was wrong, yes terribly wrong here.
This is not me!  This is not me at all!  Yet I did feel an inner peace in
myself that had never been there before.

   Sir broke the calm and the silence.  "I was thinking that you do have a
nice pile of wood outside.  It will be a little nippy but maybe we could
try a cookout.  When you finish air drying, go to the ice box.  There are a
couple of rib-eyes in there.  Use one of my beers to marinate them, add
some salt and pepper, chop up a couple of cloves of garlic, and add a dash
or two of liquid smoke.  I brought some corn on the cob that you can season
and butter and put in foil.  Plus there is one large potato we can use as
well and share.  When you are finished doing as instructed you may then
serve me another beer.  Which may result in more piss?" Sir turned and
walked out.  I just smiled to myself as I was so pleased with this
stranger.

   It was a very strange and relaxing feeling that I now had.  Yes, Sir had
just given me another piss bath but it was on a level that even I could not
explain.  Quite frankly I had just accepted it as his and did so relish the
idea of him using me as he did.  I was almost mesmerized and in such a warm
inner spot, I did not wish to move.  Then as well I did hear the
instructions Sir had just given me and I did not wish to upset Sir.

   I leaned over and crawled out of the tub and proceeded like this until I
reached the door of the ice box.  Still on my knees I opened it and yes as
Sir had said everything was there.  Quickly I removed the needed items and
placed them on the counter and only then did I allow myself to rise.  I
doubt if it took ten minutes and everything was prepared for a possible
cookout later in the day.  Remembering Sir's instructions I opened the ice
box and open his beer and removed the tab.

   Slowly I turned and quietly walked into the front room.  Again Sir was
looking out the glass door.  Both my two mutts were scampering and trying
to get my attention.  The bottom of the glass was smeared a bit from their
paws and licking and more.  Suddenly I snapped and realized that I was not
in my place.  Kneeling I lifted the beer and offered it to my Sir.  He
smiled and took it.  Then he nodded towards the glass door.

   "Do believe that the door could use some attention."

   "Yes Sir I had just noticed that as well."

   "Well it ain't gonna get cleaned with you just kneeling here.  Hey if
you are going to use some glass spray cleaner add some white vinegar to it.
For some reason dogs do not seem to like white vinegar so maybe the glass
will stay clean longer?"

   Yes Sir, Thank You Sir.  May I be excused to get what is needed to clean
the glass Sir?"

   "Yes you may.  Oh one more thing...  Do you have any old newspapers
around?  Use that instead of paper towels."

   "That is all I use on glass and mirrors Sir, but Thank You for
mentioning it."

   "You may go now."

   Sir took another sip of his beer and set it on the lamp table and closed
his eyes.  I went to rummage under the sink and got my glass cleaner.  Then
I found some vinegar and added a couple of splashes in and shook the bottle
up.  I knew where the old newspapers were for such occasions, so I grabbed
a couple and went to be dutiful and of use.

   As I knelt outside and was attempting to get the glass crystal clear, a
couple of things came up in my mind.  First, why would I need to ask Sir if
I may clean my own glass door?  This was my house after all and he was a
total stranger...................  Basically?  Then I remembered how
earlier he had mentioned anticipatory skills.  So now I thought, OK is that
like both he and I thinking at the same time about cleaning the glass door?
Or more direct that I should have acted before he spoke about it?  Now that
was an interesting thought.  I let myself back in and thought, yes do the
WHOLE job.  So I then proceeded to clean the inside of my glass door as
well.  It didn't take but an extra couple of minutes but hey now my glass
door almost sparkled.  Most likely the cleanest it had been in quite some
time.  Yes a nice feeling of pride swept over me.  Turning I saw that Sir
had been staring at me.

   He smiled a nice slow and warm smile.  "Good job young Lady, glad I did
not have to tell you about the inside as well."

   "Thank You Sir.  May I throw the dirty newspapers away and put up the
cleaner?"

   "Yes you may and take this with you." He raised his empty beer can
towards me.  "After you are done there grab me another beer and meet me in
your bedroom."

   "Yes Sir", I replied.  Hhhmmmm, I thought as I walked off.  I thought he
said young Lady and did not refer to me as bitch.  Again I glowed inside.

   I went into the kitchen and Sir walked by on his way to the bedroom.  I
grabbed the dishrag and wiped the sill over the sink clean.  It had some
dust as well as an old spider web.  Then looking outside I did realize it
had been quite a while since all of the windows had a good cleaning. 
Getting Sir's beer I now preceded to my bedroom as told.  Sir was going
through his bag that had all of his rope.  I knelt in position and offered
his beer.  It was not like he had not acknowledged me but he continued to
sort through his bag of rope.  He placed a few pieces on the side of my bed
and then put his rope bag on top of my dresser.  Sir was now eyeing the bed
up and down.  Then he got on his knees and looked under the bed.  My first
thought was oh gawd please I hope that it is not covered with dust bunnies!
He pulled his head out and seemed to give a grunt of approval.

   "You have any high heels?"

   "Mostly flats that I wear for work.  I do have one pair with four inch
stiletto's though.  But I do not walk very well in them.  "

   Quickly he retorted, "I will determine that.  Now go ahead and swap your
shoes out."

   I was learning that I did not need to be told twice; I did as Sir said.
In almost record breaking time I had my shoes changed and was wobbling
towards Sir.  He grabbed a shank of rope and told me to put my left hand
out.  I did as I was told and saw Sir working the rope and making what
appeared to be a rope cuff of sorts.

   "OK, hold this end of the rope and put your hands behind your neck."
Having done this before, it was no problem at all.  He reached over and
grabbed another piece of rope.

   "OK the tie I did on your wrist is called a rope shackle.  It is very
secure and will not come off.  However it will not cut off the circulation
on your wrist either.  I used soft cotton rope there.  So now to the 'be
careful of what you ask for' I will now do a Cat's Paw up and around your
breasts.  Only this time I will be using jute rope, which has a bit of bite
to it so you may enjoy it or you may not?  Then only one way to find out."

   Sir looked at me for a reply or approval or something.  "Whatever you
wish Sir." Simple enough of a reply but why did I answer in such a manner?

   Quickly he unraveled the rope and began wrapping it around my breasts
and across my back.  I did quickly notice how the rope did feel a bit
"scratchier" so yes it did have more of what Sir called bite.  Then as Sir
proceeded I did notice how it was encompassing my breasts and kind of
putting them out to "show".  I was now beginning to like both the feel of
the jute as well as the aesthetics as my breasts were highlighted.  Sir now
walked behind me and I could feel the rope going round and round or so it
seemed.  Then I felt a sudden tug and I almost fell backwards and off my
feet.  Then Sir laughed.

   "Yes such a nice handle I made for you.  Should I opt I can lead and
control you via this handle and you will learn to better balance in your
shoes." I was not sure what to say other then the obvious of him startling
me and my worry as to my safety.  "Hold on a minute, you may wish for a
reminder," Sir said.  He went back to the bag and brought out some sort of
camera.  I could hear the camera clicking as he took pictures of both my
front and back.  Sir laid the camera on the dresser and then told me to
back up to the bed and be seated.  Doing as he told me, I sat as Sir
grabbed another shank of rope.

   "Pull two of your pillows out and put them at the end of the bed and
then lay on your back."

   I assumed this meant that I could remove my hands from behind my neck?
Doing as instructed I was quickly in "position" for Sir.  Sir walked to the
end of the bed and told me to cross my ankles.  Once I did that he lifted
my feet.  Well actually more like he grabbed one of the stilettos.  Then he
folded one pillow over and placed in under my ankles and left my feet
resting there.  Unraveling yet another shank of rope Sir soon began working
it across and under my upper thighs.  Suddenly the thought occurred to me
that Sir was now only inches away from my cunt.  I so wanted to use my free
hands to cover up but I knew that would not be acceptable.  I was so
embarrassed at my cunt being in full view for Sir.  Then methodically he
worked until all of the rope was used up.

   Sir reached for a smaller length of rope.  "Now give me your right
wrist." Almost on command I pointed it towards him.  "OK I just did a
simple thigh tie on you using more jute rope.  Now I am going to make a
different type of wrist cuff and this will be using cotton rope.  This is
just a quick substitute for the shackle on your other wrist." Soon enough
my wrist was done and he was pulling a bit using the left over rope as
leverage and began weaving it into the thigh tie.  Now I wanted to start to
panic as I realized I had no use of my right hand or arm.  Sir must have
realized my worry.

   "Relax!  You must learn to trust me.  Like I said earlier I might hurt
you but I will not harm you.  Though maybe later I may opt to hurt you?"

   Staring at Sir I thought, you might opt to harm me!  Then looking at my
predicament I thought, what option did I have in all of this?  Grabbing yet
another shank of rope Sir spoke again.

   "OK this will secure your ankles.  It is a fifty foot length of cotton
rope.  Once it is on you will have no movement of your ankles and quite
soon your whole body."

   Sir moved the pillow up towards my calves.  Now I had a better view of
what Sir was doing.  Using the rope he wove back and forth and went from my
ankles to under my stilettos.  In practically no time Sir was done and I
was so impressed in how nice it looked.  Lifting my feet Sir pulled out the
pillow.  Darn, I thought.  Now I can't see the pretty rope work.

   "OK give me your left hand."

   I did as I was told and Sir took the rope and went to kneel at the
corner of my bed.  I soon felt the rope tighten up a bit and knew that he
was securing it under my bed.  Getting up he now began to position my body
crossways on my bed.  Then he "disappeared" on the opposite corner.  I
guessed he had some left over rope that he was now utilizing.  He went back
to the dresser and was quickly snapping all kinds of pictures from the top
to bottom of me.

   My thoughts froze.  What if he puts these pictures on the internet and
someone recognizes me my job would be over?  How could I possibly explain
this to my friends and family?  Again I felt another panic attack
approaching.  Sir put the camera back down.  Reaching again into the bag
this time he brought out a pair of blindfolds.  My panic was starting to
worsen.  Before I could yell at Sir to stop I heard his voice directed at
me.

   "Relax!  These blindfolds will put you in a much better place."

   I could only stare at Sir, and then soon all was dark as the blindfolds
were in place.  Slowly the panic seemed to slip away.  My breathing was
returning to normal.  I tried to move my right arm, but I could barely
wiggle it.  Tugging on the rope with my left arm there was no give there
either.  The same went for my feet and ankles and legs.  I had ZERO control
over the situation.  I was trapped like a wild animal.  There was no way
out of this for me.  This time the panic did not return.  There was no fear
in my mind.  Only the resolve of how completely free I felt.  How can one
feel so free and so at peace when they are restricted like I was?

   I heard some noise on the side of my bed, but was unsure of what exactly
was going on.  Then I did remember the words of Sir and me trusting him. 
Then I heard the footsteps go towards my bathroom.  The door closed and I
heard the water turning on.  This was followed soon with the shower curtain
being pulled in one direction and then again in the opposite direction. 
Well it appeared that Sir was now in the shower and cleaning up.  Here I
was all tied up with ZERO control.  Then how much at peace I was finding
myself.  The joy and elation of how I felt was overwhelming.  There was no
need to close my eyes and drift off.  Sir had already thought of that for
me.

   I found myself drifting off, but not into a sleep like state.  It was
more of a trance of sorts or maybe kind of like an out of body experience?
All I knew is that I was very comfortable and totally unaware of my
surroundings.  Not at all sure how long I laid there tied and stretched on
my bed?  Then I felt his hand as it gently brushed the hair from my cheek.
What a warm and relaxing feeling it was being cared for so softly.  Trying
to think yes I did remember him turning the shower on but I must have just
blacked out after that?  Then I know I had not passed out nor had I really
gone to sleep.  Just an overwhelming sense of peace came over me.

   Now I felt his hand as it rubbed my left hand and then my right.  Next
he was kind of rubbing or maybe massaging my legs and ankles and feet.  It
all was so smoothing and relaxing.  "Well you seem to have done well with
the rope.  Then it appears that the claustrophobia you were so scared of
never appeared.  Well it has been forty five minutes, so I had best untie
you."

   My mind was racing.  NO!  NO!  NO!  Then the conflict arose of yes
trusting my Sir.  I was so overwhelmed with the peace and the serenity I
was experiencing that I did not ever want it to end.  I felt his hand now
pulling the blindfolds off.  I blinked a couple of times and my focus
returned.  I could see where he had changed clothes and had his hair combed
back.  He smiled down at me.  I felt a bit giddy so I imagine I had on some
kind of smile?  Starting with his first tie he was unraveling the rope.  In
no time at all my hand was free and I moved it and my arm around.  This
went on for most likely five minutes.  Soon I felt the bonds of the rope
escaping me.  However, the float did seem to linger on.

   His voice broke the silence.  "You may remove your shoes and put them
up. I believe we have plans of possibly cooking out later?  I would suggest
that you get into the kitchen and continue to prepare our food."

   "Yes Sir.  Thank You Sir.  I am so very appreciative of all that you did
for me."

   He shook his head and grinned.  Then he waved me off.  I went down the
hallway, slightly bouncing off the wall.  If I did not know better I would
have thought I may have had too much to drink.  Entering the kitchen I
quickly went to work.  Once entering the kitchen I found myself a bit
baffled.  I opened the ice box and took the two rib eyes and their freezer
bag out.  Everything looked good to me.  I rolled the bag over and worked
the marinade over and flipped it again and then again.  I did this motion
most likely six or maybe eight times.  I placed it back and tried to
remember what else we would be having for supper.  I felt a bit of
confidence that things were basically "arranged".  Then suddenly panic
struck me.  I had not served my Sir another beer.  I quickly retreated into
the front room.

   "Sir Are you ready for another beer?"

   He never visually acknowledged me.  He continued to stare into where
ever he was staring at.  "My thought is that it beats the alternative
..................................................  Dying of thirst." There
was still no change in him.

   "My apologies Sir." I went back into the kitchen and fetched another
beer from the ice box.  Doing as I knew I should I knelt and presented him
his beer.

   "Thank You, although a bit late." Before I could respond he continued.
"What time is it?"

   Not sure I responded," May I check the clock?"

   "Not really just allow me to know when it is 3:30 then I will start the
fire.  In the meantime I hope you may find things to keep you busy?"

   "Yes Sir.  Thank You Sir, there is a lot that does need to be done. 
Should I be of further assistance please call me Sir." Sir nodded and I
went back into the kitchen.  Looking at the clock I saw where it was 3:10.
Not much time until Sir was to begin preparing our cookout.  First things
first, I arranged our supper in the ice box.  Then I put some hot water in
the sink along with some soap and began scrubbing so many neglected areas
in my kitchen.

   "Sir it is 3:30."

   "Yes, Thank You."

   Sir had started to get up and I do believe I may have interrupted him.
"Sir would you like another beer?"

   He turned and kind of leered at me.  "Not right now."

   He then proceeded to the glass door.  This was not my first cookout then
I would have fooled you.  I began getting the corn ready along with the one
potato.  I took the rib eyes out of the bag and they did not only look
delicious but smelled that way as well.  Sir had made an excellent choice
in the marinade.  I was now thinking of a salad or something similar.  Then
I remembered how we had the one salad for lunch.  OK now for me to try and
relax as well as to be of service?

   A few minutes later I heard the sliding glass door open.  Trying to be
busy I heard Sir's footsteps.  "Think I will take you up on that beer."
Without responding I dashed to the ice box and did what was required. 
Standing before him I, again, knelt and offered Sir his beer.  He took a
good swallow and then another one.

   "Go ahead and get the food on plates as well as the utensils we will
need to cook with.  Yes some salt and pepper as well." Sir walked over and
opened a drawer.  "Stick this in the freezer.  By the time supper is ready
it should be chilled off."

   Sir then handed me a bottle of wine.  Sir slowly turned and began
walking back outside.  I was bit confused as to where I should start.  I
got two plates and took out the rib eyes along with the vegetables. 
Scampering I opened the glass door and placed them on the table.  Sir just
eyed me and I turned and went to retrieve the rest.  Returning I laid out
everything in order.  The vegetables were already on and the meat was
beginning to sizzle.

   "You may opt to set the table?" It was more of a question then a remark.

   "Yes Sir, Thank You." Again I quickly retreated.  I quickly gathered the
plates, utensils, napkins, and more.  Once outside I began to set the
table. I had not noticed in all of this just how chilly it was.  Then
glancing down I did notice as to how perk and erect my nipples were.

   "I'm thinking, I do appreciate a glass of nice chilled wine with my
dinner.  Sure as heck beats something frozen."

   What a total klutz I felt like.  "I apologize Sir, I will be right
back," and left before Sir responded.

   Quickly I took the wine out of the freezer.  Yes it was starting to ice
over.  I grabbed to goblets.  Been years since I had used them so did the
preliminary dusting off.  About half way out I remembered the cork screw
back to the kitchen to find and fetch it.  By the time I got back to the
table Sir was taking the vegetables off the grill and placing them on the
plate.  I was not sure what to do so I did what I would naturally do I
opened the pouches and almost burned my wrists because of the hot steam.  I
went and separated everything into a couple of plates.  I assumed Sir was
going to allow me to eat with him?  Next came the rib eyes and he proceeded
to plop one in each plate.  Looking at Sir he looked towards the bottle of
wine.

   "Yes you may," he said.

   It had been a long time since I had drank any type of alcoholic
beverage. So yes a relearning experience working the cork screw.  Slowly I
poured and filled each glass three quarters full.  Setting them correctly I
looked at Sir.  About that time he had opted to take a seat and relax.

   "You know that pecan wood burns a bit hotter then I remember.  Good
thing I stayed here or we would have burned everything."

   "Yes Sir I feel you did a VERY good job in preparing supper.  Thank you
Sir."

   Sir picked up his knife and fork and made a couple of slices across the
rib eyes.  Taking a bite he just kind of closed his eyes.  I was a bit lost
now.  Then he reached over and poked at the baked potato and mixed up a bit
of the sour cream and chives.  And again the same reaction after he took a
bite of the potato.  He put his fork down and took a sip of his wine.  "You
may be seated young Lady."

   That was a total relief in itself.  "Thank you Sir."And I took my seat.
Again I was a bit confused as to my protocol.  I placed one hand on either
side of my plate.

   Sir took another bite of his rib eye.  Using his knife as a pointer he
said, "You may eat."

   Yes eat I did.  I normally prefer my steaks well done.  Mine was medium
rare.  Then mine was so succulent, and delicious.  The simple thought was
this is what Sir prepared for me.  So yes I was so very grateful as to
that. I ate the vegetables and sliced another sliver of meat and was in
supper heaven.  Then I heard the sound of Sir's glass.  Looking up I found
he was looking at me.  Quickly I picked Sir's glass up and refilled it.  He
looked at me with a bit of a gleam in his eye.

   "You may eat," he told me.

   Quickly I realized just how stuffed I was.  I laid my utensils down
about the same time as Sir.  His plate was empty; the meat along with the
vegetables was all gone.  Glancing at my plate I was a bit over half way
through but my stomach was stuffed.  "I am sorry Sir but I cannot eat
anymore."

   "Not a problem, a doggie bag never hurt anyone."

   Promptly I got up and began to clean his plate off.  Soon all the dishes
and utensils were soaking in a sink of hot water and dish soap.  I went and
got another dish rag and soaked and squeezed it out and along with a towel
returned outside.  Sir was sitting in his chair and petting Max.  My two
mutts were wrestling in the corner.  All seemed so calm and serene.  Yes
the temperature was dropping but I felt new warmth within myself.

   "Sir would you like another beer?"

   He simply shook his head no and continued to gaze out into the sky.  As
if it was a cue I turned and went back inside to finish up with my
cleaning. Everything was in the rack and ready to dry.  As I was rinsing
out the sink I looked around and was pleased as to how neat and tidy
everything was.  Again a bit of pride swelled up in me as I had things
clean and in order like they should be.  Folding my wash cloth and drying
my hands I went back outside.

   The stars were starting to break out and it would be night soon.  Sir
was still in the same spot and looking in the same direction.  I went and
knelt at his left side.  "May I be of assistance to you Sir?"

   Still not moving I heard his voice.  "Actually you have been very
pleasing to me.  I believe that you have earned a spanking."

   "Earned"a spanking?  I thought.  What is he talking about?  I remember
the last time my Father spanked me.  I was in the sixth grade and did not
like it at all.  Then I had been caught cheating on an exam at school and I
was being punished for being disobedient.  That is how I "earned" that
spanking.  Now Sir wants to give me one because I was pleasing to him?

   As these thoughts crossed my mind I heard his voice again as well as the
snap of his fingers.  "Come here Girl lay across my lap." I looked at his
lap and then at Sir and back to the lap again.  "Need I repeat myself?"

   He patted his lap and I moved there and went over his lap.  I was a bit
uncomfortable and yes the cold cement on my hands did not feel good at all.
I felt one warm hand lay across my middle back.  Then soon I felt the other
hand as it lightly slapped across my ass.  A light sting but a sting none
the less.  Then another slap and another hit my skin.  The rhythm was nice
and it really did not hurt all that much.  Then he stopped and rubbed his
hands across my warming ass.  His other hand moved and grabbed my hair and
slowly pulled it back.

   "You are warming up nicely Girl.  I do believe we are going to enjoy
this very much."

   Actually so far the spanking did not hurt all that much.  It was kind of
soothing really, which struck me odd.  Then his hand struck again.  This
time it was more of a cupping type of sound and feel.  Then he hit the
other cheek and back and forth and on and on.  Then he went to the flat
palm and hitting harder and then softer.  It was just a big mix up in
sensations.  Sir was alternating back and forth between pulling my hair and
scratching my back.  Again he stopped spanking me and was lightly running
his fingers across what would now be a very warm ass.

   "Your ass is now a nice shade of pink.  Then I do think that it could
use a bit more coloring do you not?"

   Now how was I supposed to answer that question?  First I was not at all
keen with the idea of being spanked especially because I was pleasing...?
Then I did have to admit that it really was not feeling bad at all.  Before
I could respond I felt his fingers slightly opening my legs.  I wanted to
just freeze and then why should I?  Soon his hand was touching my cunt and
Sir slowly rubbed it.  He inserted one finger and then a second and slowly
began working them in and out.  All I could do was muffle my moan as he
began to pleasure me.

   "Feels like someone may be a bit pleased with their spanking?" This time
I did not hesitate.

   "Yes Sir I am very pleased, Thank You Sir." Why was I thanking a
stranger for spanking me?

   "Well there is more from where that came from," Sir replied.  He removed
his fingers from my now sopping cunt and quickly delivered the hardest slap
as of yet across my ass.  Then it began in earnest and continued and
continued.  My mind was in a totally different state.  At times I did not
feel the slaps across my ass.  Then at other times they were so
individually punctuated.  I had no clue as to how long I had been spanked.
Then I did not want to know.  The spanking really was more like a very
sensual massage plus.  Finally I felt a hard jerk to the back of my head as
he pulled my hair towards him.

   "Well Girl, enough for now.  I do believe that it is time we go back
inside." I tried to stand but could not.  Again I was feeling like I was
drunk and unsure on my feet.  I could see Sir's grin, and he held on to me.
Slowly he led me back into the house.  Outside I could feel the cold air.
It was dark now and the stars were shining brightly.  Once inside it was so
much warmer, almost like a sauna, and now my ass was burning.  What a
change in sensations.

   Leading me to the couch he told me, "Lay down Girl while I get myself a
beer."

   "No Sir," I tried to protest.  "I will get you your beer."

   "Do as I said, and lie down and rest."

   I heard the door open to the ice box and the opening of the beer can. 
That was the last thing that I heard.  Later I awoke and began to stir. 
Trying to get my bearings and put together what I had just been through I
remembered my spanking.  Reaching back I rubbed my ass.  It was still warm
and yes very sore.  I rolled over and Sir was staring at me.

   "Well you were out for an hour; I hope that you rested well?"

   I yawned and stretched all at the same time.  "Yes Sir I do feel great.
Thank You for all of the attention Sir and I do hope to be more pleasing to
you and I will welcome many more spankings if you could Sir?"

   Sir simply stood up and grabbed the lead leash.  Snapping it into my
collar he looked at the floor before me.  As soon as my knees were on the
ground he began to walk towards the kitchen.  Scampering as best I could I
crawled behind him into the hall, my bedroom, and then the bathroom.  Sir
pulled the shower curtain back and pointed inside the tub.  I crawled in.
This time Sir took both the lead leash as well as my collar off.  How naked
I felt, so vulnerable with the collar gone.  I wanted to cover myself up or
go hide.  I wanted my collar back.

   Sir undid his pants and pulled his cock out.  I quickly opened my mouth
and stuck my tongue out.  Almost immediately I felt the warm splash of piss
against the back of my mouth.  I was swallowing as quickly as possible but
could not keep up with his piss.  I felt it across my face, running down my
neck and over my breasts, down my belly, between my thighs, against my
cunt, and to the crack of my ass.  Oh gawd was this good or what?  Much too
soon the piss began to subside and I was there kneeling, drenched in Sir's
piss.  '

   Looking up at Sir I was trying my best to catch my breath.  "Thank You
Sir, that felt wonderful Sir."

   Sir smiled and looked down at me.  "Well young Lady I do believe it is
time that you take a shower.  Then we are not through for the night.  After
your shower I want you to wear your stilettos again.  Do you have another
pair of knee high socks?"

   I shook my head, "No Sir, but I do have a pair of dark blue thigh
highs."

   "Those will do.  Once you are out of the shower and prepped, put on the
thigh highs and stilettos, gather up your leash and collar, and meet me in
the front room."

   "Yes Sir", I replied.  Sir stood and turned on the shower for me and
walked out the door.  I was confused as I wanted to feel the piss dry off
on me.  Then I knew that I badly needed a shower as well.  I stood up,
closed the shower curtain, and reached out and grabbed the bar of soap and
the wash cloth.  As I stood under the shower, my hair beginning to soak, I
tried to put together all that I had experienced so far.

   I had already washed my body and hair and was now rinsing it off.  I
just stood under the shower head.  The stinging heat of the shower felt
great.  I was so totally relaxed I felt like I could just stand there
forever.  Then my thoughts went back to Sir and how he had instructed me to
meet him in the front room.  I shut the water off pulled the shower curtain
back and grabbed a towel.  After that towel was fairly damp I grabbed a
second one and began to pat dry my hair.  Did I have time to blow dry it
and set it?

   I looked into the mirror and saw someone different.  She seemed to have
on a much brighter smile than normal.  There was some color to her cheeks.
Something was just different about her but in a good way.  Heck, I look
good enough, I told myself.  Quickly I ran a comb through my hair and
grabbed the collar and lead leash and went to my dresser.  Leaning over and
looking for my thigh highs, out of the corner of my eye I could see my red
butt.  Actually as I turned to get a better look, I thought my nice bright
red ass.  I rubbed it and yes it was still very warm and it was sore and it
looked and felt divine.  I wonder how long this will all last.  I thought.
I liked it.  You know a Girl could get use to being spoiled like this.

   I went back to looking and soon found the thigh highs.  Rushing I ran to
the closet and grabbed my stilettos.  Quickly I sat and leaned over to put
my thigh highs on.  Then I noticed the nice short pleasure of pain from my
sore ass.  Hhmmm I wondered.  What if I went to work with a sore ass like
this and no one the wiser and me enjoying it all day?  What kind of thought
is that?  Here I do not even like spanking and now fantasizing going to
work with a red and sore ass.

   Standing I wobbled a bit and looked into the mirror.  I was not much for
high heels.  Then thinking I was dressed for Sir put things into a
different perspective.  I picked up the collar and lead leash.  Should I
put it on myself?  Looking down at it I shook my head no.  It would feel so
much better if Sir put it on I thought.  I walked out the room down the
hall into the kitchen and then into the front room.  I felt like a million
dollars, so happy and so proud.  Sir had his hands clasped behind his back
and was looking out into the night.  On my left on the couch were a bunch
of whips.  What?  Is Sir now planning on whipping me?  I walked to the
center of the room and knelt and presented the collar and lead leash in
front of me.  It seemed like forever before Sir turned and acknowledged me.
More like thirty seconds in all honesty.

   Sir turned around and walked towards me.  "You clean up pretty well
young Lady." Walking around me and then again in front of me.  "Then I must
admit your rosy ass cheeks are nice change as well."

   Blushing I looked down a bit.  "Yes Sir I will easily admit that I
peeked and I admired them as well, Thank You Sir."

   "Well you know what they say there is plenty more where that came from."
Sir took the lead leash and collar from my hands.  Looking up at him I
said, "Thank You Sir."

   Sir went and put the lead leash on the mantel.  Now be bent over a bit
and placed the collar around my neck.  What a quick and elated rush now
shivered through my body.  Now I didn't feel so naked; I felt more
complete. Sir motioned me towards the couch.  I crawled that way and knelt
back up.

   "Well I have some new sensations that I wish to introduce you to
tonight." I looked at all the whips again and my stomach felt a bit queasy.


   "You plan on beating me with those whips Sir?" I asked.

   "In good time yes I would entertain the idea of whipping you; however
these are not technically whips," he amusingly said.

   "Well then what are they Sir?"

   Picking one of them up he began to explain.  "These are called floggers,
not nearly as dangerous as whips when in the wrong hands.  This is a
horsehair flogger.  It...  Well slowly it gets a person into the mood for a
thorough flogging." Laying it down, he picked up another instrument.  "This
is a flogger as well only this is made of deer hide and it presents nice
light sensations.  This other one here is of bull hide and it can produce
both sharper and thuddier results."

   Thuddier results?  I had no clue as to what Sir was talking about.

   "Now this fourth one here is also a flogger but made of para-cord.  It
can really sting if used properly.  The next one is what is called a
martinet, a closer relative to a whip then the floggers.  Now the last one
is a quirt.  One may consider it a small whip of sorts as it does have
quite the bite.  Now stand up so I may place the cuffs on you."

   I did as I was instructed and he began to put one handcuff on.  My
stomach still didn't feel right.  Then so far Sir had not really hurt me
then so many of these "whips" did not look appealing at all to me.  After
Sir had my second cuff on I heard his voice again.

   "Come follow me." I turned and we walked towards the sliding glass door.
I had not noticed but Sir had a short piece of light chain in his hand.  He
stopped and turned so I stopped right in front of Sir.  Taking one hand he
quickly clasped the chain to it and then the other.  Then he slightly
pulled up until my arms were overhead and he ran the last bit of chain
through the hook in the ceiling.

   With a very evil smile I now heard Sir say, "So you thought that hook
was for hanging plants?"

   Sir turned and walked off.  I was more than nervous now.  I was really
scared.  Kind of like last night but right now I felt even more vulnerable.
What had I gotten myself into with this stranger?  I had no way of
defending myself.  Then I felt what was like a light breeze across my back
and shoulders.  Then I felt the slight impact of one of the instruments, or
maybe floggers as he called them.  Then again and again I felt it.  This
must be the horsehair one that Sir had described?  It really felt nice.  I
felt a very light sting but at the same time a nice massage-like feeling.
The rhythm felt nice and soothing.

   Yes one could easily get to liking this.  There was no reason to try the
other ones.  This is all that I need, I told myself.  Then soon it was
replaced by another sensation.  This one did hurt more.  Well really the
first one was more relaxing and soothing then painful.  Sir seemed to be
alternating from shoulder to shoulder sometimes lightly and sometimes with
more power.  Again his rhythm was like nice music only with a physical
touch.  I was quickly finding myself liking this instrument very much as
well.  After Lord knows how many strokes of the instrument I felt Sir's
breath behind my neck.

   "You seem to be balancing well on your stilettos," Sir said.  "Then try
not to lean too much into your cuffs, it might cut your circulation in your
hands off." Just then Sir reached up and rubbed my hands.  "They feel
right, good Girl for staying so straight."

   With that Sir backed off.  Now, again, the rhythm began and yes with a
different instrument.  Yes this one was much sharper and quite a bit
stingier.  I was not sure at all if I liked this one at all?  I had my eyes
closed and accepted what Sir was giving me.  Then I was also starting to
find a bit of pleasure in the sharp stings as well.  As I fell more into
the rhythm of things and being able to better anticipate the next stroke it
all stopped.  A bit disappointed I stood there.  Then remembering the words
of Sir I corrected my position and made sure that I was not leaning into
the cuffs.

   Then now I felt a much different stroke; it also covered a wider area on
my back too.  Now trying to think this must be the one that Sir said was
thuddier?  Yes what a nice mixture I thought about the twentieth time as
Sir hit me.  The sharp sensations, the thuddy sensations, the rhythm, and
the pain, the relaxation...  Now I understood why Sir said to be careful
and to not lay into the cuffs.  I was starting to feel very light headed.
It was like my mind was now entering into a float.  Who said you had to go
out and party to get this feeling?

   I was really feeling light headed and was having what one might call an
out of body experience.  Is this what I had read about a float?  Maybe it
was sub space that I had read so much about?  No matter what it felt great.
Then out of nowhere it all too quickly changed.  It was a sharp and hard
and biting pain.  I wanted to cry out but did not wish to do so in front of
Sir.  Then a second time I felt it across my shoulder.

   "Sir please!  This is too much for me Sir!" I caught myself as I began
to stumble forward.

   "Well young Lady I do not believe you are in much of a position to
dictate anything to me.  Fact of the matter is had you paid better
attention to what was going on and not leaned into the cuffs like I said
earlier I would not have had to give you this rude awakening."

   "But Sir the pain is too intense." Then I also realized every word he
had spoken was true, especially me not being in any position.  Oh gawd what
had I allowed myself to get into with this stranger?

   "You will get four more strokes of the quirt, whether you want them or
not.................................  did you not hear me young Lady?" Sir
then broadcast into the room.

   "Yes Sir I heard you Sir.  I apologize for not answering Sir and I also
wish to apologize for questioning you Sir, as well."

   I did not hear a reply from Sir, rather I felt it a snap and the quirt
as it bounced off of my back and then another and another and another.  In
quick secession the four lashes had been delivered.  I hurt too much to cry
but also knew that I needed to.  Sir walked around to face me the ugly
quirt still in his hand.  He brushed my hair back and wiped the one tear I
had allowed to escape.  Raising his hand and arm he undid the chain.  My
arms began to drop but Sir caught them.  Then in a quick motion the cuffs
were undone and I was "free" again.  Then was I ever captured?  As I now
knew how free I really was with my hands bound overhead much like the rope
and the spanking only this was a painful freedom.

   I leaned into Sir's shoulder and he slowly turned me around.  With his
help I finally made it to the couch.  I didn't need to be told or given any
encouragement.  I slumped onto the couch and rolled into the fetal
position. Then the gates opened and the flood hit.  So there I was all
curled up alternating between my sobbing and crying.  What was the
difference there I did not know but there was one.  And slowly but surely
the peace began to return.  I tried to slow my mind down and to mentally
grasp all of this, yes mentally grasp it.  As that is where I was so much
feeling the connection, the mental of it all.  Was Sir giving me a mind
fuck?  Is this not what I read was the greatest fuck of all, the mind fuck?
I really wasn't sure.  Actually the only thing I was sure of is that I did
not want it to end no matter what my mind was connecting with.

   Feeling the hand on my shoulder, I heard Sir's voice.  "Get up, you need
to prepare my bed."

   I was still not totally coherent then I did know what Sir had said and
wanted to laugh out loud...Prepare my bed?  Hey stranger this is my house
and I also own that bed!  Then my subconscious mind kicked in and I heard
it tell me, do you want to own anything?  Do you want to make decisions? 
Mentally I shook my head as I was now very lost.

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir for allowing me to sleep as well Sir." With his
help I got up.  Sir took my hand and we walked back to my bedroom.  Yes I
was a bit wobbly but I think it was more my light head then the stilettos
this time.  Looking at the bed I could see where it was already made.  So
just how did this stranger wish to have his bed "prepared"?  Before I could
utter a single word his voice from beside me caught my attention.

   "I prefer to have the sheets and the top cover drawn back before I get
into bed."

   "Yes Sir I will do that now Sir." I walked over to the bed and slowly
did as Sir had instructed even though I was not completely sure what he
meant.  Once the task was completed I turned and faced Sir.  "Is this to
your liking Sir?" I asked as I pointed to the bed.

   Sir looked at me and nodded and then added, "Yes that will do."

   He took two steps and sat at the edge of the bed.  Quickly and without
thinking I knelt and began to unlace his boots.  Looking at them I could
see where they needed a good cleaning.  "May I clean your boots tomorrow
Sir?"

   "Yes you may immediately after breakfast," was his reply as he began to
unbuckle his pants.  I reached up to tug them down.  Again he sat and I
removed them and his socks.  Sir already had his shirt off.

   Looking at his cock and without thinking I blurted out, "May I service
your cock Sir?"

   Why had I said that?  I was not too fond of oral sex whether giving or
receiving.  It was just kind of one of those things you did before a quick
fuck.  Then looking at Sir I knew he would be great once he had a full
erection.  Sir smiled and guided his cock to my eager lips.  I knew I was
not a blow job artist then I did so want to please Sir.  Slowly I used my
tongue and tried to think back to all the things I had read on "properly"
sucking a man's cock.

   As Sir's cock grew harder I soon found out that Sir was in charge that
he was going to fuck my mouth like he wanted to.  He had grabbed my hair
and was working my head back and forth and his cock further to the back of
my throat.  This is why I did not like oral sex, I remembered.  The guy
would soon become all rough and crude and not caring.  Then that feeling
was not really there.  Instead it was replaced with the feeling of I had no
control.  Sir had taken control and was now guiding his cock as he pleased
and using my mouth and at times throat as he pleased.  Suddenly he slammed
his cock as far down my throat as I could take it and held me there.  For
what seemed like hours I was unable to catch my breath.  Then Sir pulled
out of my mouth and as I was gasping for air I could hear myself saying,
"Thank You Sir, Thank You Sir."

   His cock was glistening with my saliva.  I reached out and began to
stroke it and it felt soft and velvety and smooth.  I really liked jacking
Sir off.  I looked up knowing I had the grin of a kid and he smiled back
much the same way.  Again Sir grabbed me by my hair.  I softly heard him
say, "Now make some more natural lube for me."

   I opened my mouth and went to sucking Sir as deep as I could.  Together
we worked on him choking me with his cock and me learning to breathe better
as I provided him with copious amounts of what Sir referred to as natural
lube.  This exchange probably went on for ten minutes.  Then I could see
where Sir was near his climax.  Then my mind started going into panic mode.
I did not want Sir to cum in my mouth.  I could not stand the slimy taste
of cum.  So I thought well maybe on my tits and then I could quickly go to
the bathroom and wipe it away with a wash cloth.  Then I had no control and
I found out what Sir's intentions were for his cum.

   He pulled his cock out and quickly began jacking off.  I felt the first
splash of his cum across my cheek.  Then another on my forehead and then
another across my nose and my lips and dripping down my neck.  I was so
repulsed!  I had never been this repulsed in my life.  I just wanted to
bend over and puke.  Sir was treating me like some piece of trash whore one
might pick up in an alley of a cheap Adult Arcade Store.  Then when I
thought that Sir had finished I opened my eyes to stare at Sir in total
disbelief.  Again he grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock back in my
mouth.

   "Now finish cleaning me off," was all he said.  So being dutiful I
licked and sucked Sir's cock until it was clean.  "OK now go look at
yourself in the mirror and eat all of my cum as you gather it with your
fingers."

   I could not believe what Sir was saying to me.  Then I did as he
instructed.  Looking in the mirror I could not get over the shock of how I
looked.  My face and chin and neck were covered in Sir's cum.  How
disgusting and humiliating is this!  I thought.  I had never felt so cheap
or low in my life.  Then without thinking, almost like a natural reflex I
applied my index finger to my face and wiped up some of Sir's cum.  Slowly,
I inserted it into my mouth and began to suck it clean.  Then with the
other hand I did the same.  Soon I found my fingers racing to gather up
every single drop of Sir's cum.  What a feast, I thought.  My first facial
from Sir.  Hopefully Sir will opt to share many more with me, I thought. 
Then I returned to the argument in my head of the repulsion and the
acceptance.

   I turned and walked towards the bed.  Sir was already in bed and had
been spying on me.  Not sure what to do I heard Sir's voice again.  "I
imagine you have an extra blanket.  Go get it and you may sleep on the
floor at the foot of the bed.  Oh here you may use this pillow also." Sir
reached out got a pillow and tossed it to the foot of my bed.  Without
questioning Sir I went to the closet.  As I closed the door I heard Sir
again, "You had might as well shut the lights off before you lay down."

   "Yes Sir Thank You Sir." I replied.

   Soon I was at the foot of my bed.  The one with Sir in it, and me lying
on the floor feeling as content as one could be.  I slept long, I slept
deep, and I slept hard.  Then when I woke up I felt more refreshed then I
had in years.  I was a bit lost initially in finding myself on the floor.
It kind of reminded me of the sorority parties in college where we would
get drunk and sleep where ever we passed out.  Stretching out I felt the
aches and the soreness throughout my body.  Then my thoughts went back to
yesterday and last night and all the new and exciting things that Sir was
showing me.

   Rising on my knees I saw where the bed lay empty.  Glancing at the clock
I saw where it was nearly eight o'clock.  Geesh I did sleep through the
night, I thought.  Walking to the mirror, I so wanted to admire the
markings Sir had laid on me.  Thinking back to one article, I had read
where the Lady called them trophies.  Well I was rubbing them and twisting
and turning to admire them all.  Now I was in high hopes that Sir may opt
to add many more to me.  Then the thought hit me.  Here I was preening
myself in the mirror while Sir was going unattended!  Swiftly I approached
the bedroom door and looked back at the bed.  This was not acceptable I
told myself.  Quickly I went back and made the bed and drew it back for
Sir. Brushing my teeth and brushing my hair I went in search of Sir.

   "Good Morning Sir, I apologize for not being up any earlier Sir."

   Sir was reading a book and looked up to me.  "Not a problem, then do
turn around so that I may judge my paintings upon your torso." I turned and
spread my legs shoulder width and lifted my arms, clasping my hands behind
my neck.  "Well I will admit a little bit of color works wonders on you. 
Perhaps if you are a Good Girl today you may find yourself the recipient of
more."

   "Yes Sir, it would please me greatly to earn more of your beatings,
Sir."

   "Well if you do not find yourself fixing me breakfast soon you may find
yourself receiving another beating, only it would not be a good one." I
felt that I knew what Sir was referring to.  "Yes Sir, would you like
breakfast the same as yesterday?"

   "You are basically on your own this morning.  Then I was also thinking I
liked the smell of the tea you were drinking.  What was it?"

   "That was jasmine tea Sir.  Would you prefer I prepare some for you this
morning Sir?" Simply nodding, Sir went back to reading his book.

   Once in the kitchen I filled the kettle and put it on to boil.  Thinking
it would be nearly nine before we ate, I thought I might make this a bit
more like a brunch on a Sunday morning.  I opted for pretty much what we
had yesterday.  Then I thought, I will make some hash browns and wheat
toast.  Yes there was a bit of fruit in the ice box as well.  Soon enough
the kettle began to whistle.  Quickly I placed a tea bowl in the cup and
poured the hot water over it.

   Confused and looking at the cup, I wondered if I should have a cup for
myself.  No, best not I thought.  So after a couple of minutes of seeping I
took the cup of tea out to Sir.  Kneeling before Sir I extended my arms and
presented the cup of tea to Sir.  Sir closed his book and took the cup of
tea.  Taking a sip, Sir closed his eyes, took another sip and then spoke.

   "This really has a nice deep flavor.  Believe you may convert me from my
coffee addiction."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir, I do believe that herbal teas have some
benefits over coffee."

   Again Sir nodded.  "You may be excused back into the kitchen.  Also
should you desire, you may prepare some tea for yourself as well."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir, I believe I will do that."

   I retreated to the kitchen to put on the shredded potatoes and Canadian
bacon.  A few minutes later as I was slicing up a pear, Sir walked in and
took his place at my table.  He placed the empty cup down and I grabbed it
and prepared another cup.  Once the eggs were fried, I placed the filled
plate before Sir.  Alongside it I placed some fresh fruit as well and two
slices of toast.

   "Geesh looks like enough food to feed a room full of lumberjacks," Sir
said with a smile.  Looking up at me he continued, "You may prepare
yourself a plate as well."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."

   Quickly I fixed myself a plate and not wanting for Sir's plate to get
cold, I stood behind my chair at the table with my plate in hand.  Sir
picked up his fork and began to eat.  "Hhhmmm this might be better then
yesterdays breakfast," Sir told me.  "You may sit."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."

   I took my place and sat.  Sir speared a slice of orange and ate it. 
Fishing for a piece of apple Sir said, "You may eat."

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."

   Quickly I dove into my plate not realizing how hungry I really was.  A
few minutes later I saw Sir place his fork in the dirty plate.  On cue I
reached over and took a toothpick out and handed it to Sir.  Looking at me
I got a simple "Thank You" from Sir.

   "You are welcome Sir," I replied.

   Once I was done Sir stood and looked down at me.  "I believe I ate a bit
too much.  Max and I are going for a walk.  I feel you have plenty to keep
you occupied."

   "Yes Sir," I replied as I attempted to get up, as I had stuffed myself
as well.  Soon I heard Sir and Max going out the back door.  Looking
through the kitchen window it looked like a nice bright, sunshiny day
ahead. Well I was hoping for a bright sunshiny day for myself as well.  It
didn't take long to get the kitchen cleaned up and the dishes back in
place. Then I was thinking now, what will we have for this afternoon to
eat? Here I was stuffed and already thinking of food again.

   Going through the meat drawer I saw some boneless chicken breasts and
short ribs.  I guess Sir had already thought of what we would be eating. 
So nice, I told myself.  Not having to make any decisions but rather to be
of use and of service.  As I was standing back up and closing the door on
the ice box I heard the rear glass door sliding open.  I turned to await
Sir as he went to sit.  Once Sir was seated I presented myself before him
on my knees.  Sir nodded and I began unlacing his boots.

   "Socks on or off Sir?"

   "On, Thank You."

   "May I attempt to clean your boots up a bit Sir?"

   "As was agreed upon last night, yes you may."

   Sir reached over to grab his book.  I scurried around the kitchen and
cupboards looking for something to clean Sir's boots with.  I did not have
any polish but made a mental note to now keep some on hand.  With an armful
of rags and cleaning stuff, I laid the old newspaper out on the coffee
table.  I grabbed Sir's boots and began removing the laces.  I must have
been quite caught up in my work and concentrating pretty hard as I never
heard Sir.  Rather I felt his hand as the collar was being replaced on my
neck.  What a warm glow came over my body.  Sir was now taking me again as
his.

   Continuing with my work I spoke, "Thank You very much Sir."

   The only reply I heard was Sir returning to his chair.  It was very
frustrating with Sir's boots because I could not get them as nice as I
wanted too.  Then I knew that they were much more presentable now than they
were an hour ago.  I placed the boots aside and gathered up the mostly
dirty rags, as well as the newspaper.  Going back into the kitchen I put
things away or in the trash.  I washed my hands and went back to present
myself.  Again Sir closed his book and looked at me.

   "Well it looks like a nice warm day today.  Why don't we go outside and
enjoy the weather a bit and see about warming your fine ass up as well?"

   "Yes Sir, I totally agree Sir," was my response.  Leaning back a bit I
reached up and grabbed Sir's now cleaner boots.  I had never put a man's
boots on before but how hard could it be?  Well for a first timer a bit
harder than one may imagine.  Sir rose and went to the mantle where he
gathered the lead leash and snapped it in place on my collar.  Sir began to
lead me and I crawled behind him.  Once outside I noticed a piece of
leather of some sort on the outdoor table.  Sir opened it up and began
taking out different paddles and setting them aside.

   "This morning you will be introduced to more painful pleasures," Sir
told me.  He pulled the chair closer to him and motioned to me.  Quickly I
was straddled over his knees and awaiting the first blow of one of the
paddles.

   Again Sir spoke.  "Of course we will begin with a simple warm up."

   Then I felt the first light slap on my ass cheek and the rhythm began.
After what might have been fifteen or twenty minutes, I felt the warm
massage of my ass by Sir.  Then soon that was replaced with my first ever
contact with a sweet maple paddle.  Not sure if I shrieked more out of
shock or pain but it was also pleasure.  Initially I tried to count the
number of strokes Sir was giving me.  Then I decided why?  Just stay as you
are and let your mind take over.

   So here I was again, in a really different type of float.  I could hear
the swats across my ass but I could not feel the board making contact.  It
made no sense to me.  I was in pain but it did not hurt.  Every so often I
could feel the different type of sting telling me that again Sir had
switched paddles.  Then each was different and each was unique and I was
learning to crave them all.  Sir would stop from time to time to speak with
me, assuring himself that I was alright.  He would scratch my back or pull
my hair as he massaged my burning ass.  Sometimes (but not often enough)
Sir would gently wedge my legs open and finger my hungry cunt.  Finally
this one time Sir spoke again.

   "Well young Lady a well placed spanking that was well earned.  Now let's
see if you can stand up on your own?" Wobbly...  yes VERY wobbly, I stood
up.  "You may balance yourself against the table if you please," Sir told
me.

   Doing as I needed to do I followed his suggestion.  Sir began replacing
the paddles in each individual pouch and then rolled it back up.  I counted
a total of nine different paddles, all made of different woods, in
different sizes and different shapes.  Then they all had one thing in
common, they all felt great.  Grabbing the lead leash Sir looked down.  I
went down and got on all fours.  He walked to the glass door and I crawled
behind him until we were once again in my bedroom.  At the foot of my bed
Sir sat down.

   Looking up at Sir I asked, "Boots off Sir?"

   "Yes and socks as well." I began unlacing Sir's boots and pulling them
off.  Again a simple chore then if one has never done it before, not so
simple.  After I got his boots and socks off I put them to the side.

   Then I heard Sir's voice from above.  "I prefer you place the laces
inside the boots and the socks folded over them."

   "Yes Sir", I replied.

   This would not need to be repeated again I told myself.  Sir stood and
began removing his shirt.  Knowing what to do I began unbuckling his pants
and pulled them down.  Not sure I then spoke.  "Sir I would like to Thank
You for a fantastic half hour of spanking."

   I saw Sir both laugh and smile.  "Young Lady, you may wish to look at
the clock it was closer to two hours of spanking." Moving my head and
looking at the clock I saw that yes it was almost noon.  Where did all that
time go?

   Sir went and lay on the bed.  I stayed in place kneeling.  Then I saw
Sir motion me to the bed and heard him say, "You may join me."

   I was in shock I thought I was going to pass out and roll over.  Then
this was an offer I would not refuse.  I slowly crawled onto my bed and
into Sir's arms.  Now my mind was telling me, so this is the aftercare that
I had been reading about?  How could anyone be so lucky?

   Next thing that I knew I was awakened by the sound of water shutting
off. I reached behind me and realized that sir was not there. 
Instinctively, almost on a massive impulse I jumped out of bed and headed
to the bathroom.  As I opened the door I saw the shower curtain being drawn
back.  Quickly I grabbed an available towel and knelt before Sir.  Reaching
out and into the tub I began rubbing Sir dry.  Sir presented one leg then
another.  Working my way up to his upper thighs I soon reached Sir's ass. I
dried it as best I could and Sir turned again and his oh so beautiful cock
was in front of me.  How I wanted to devour it and taste it...  just simply
make love to it.  Then I continued and patted his crotch area dry.

   Now Sir stepped forward and out of the tub.  I sprang to my feet and
slowly made my way around Sir making sure he was completely dry after
having his shower.  As I finished I hung the towel out to dry.  Turning
back to face Sir I saw him point to the inside of the tub.  I knew
instantly what Sir wanted and I needed.  I found myself kneeling in the tub
head back mouth open and tongue begging.  The first warm splash of Sir's
golden nectar hit my chin and worked its way into my eagerly awaiting
mouth. I was gulping as fast as I could.  The warm piss was running down my
neck and across my breasts.  Then my hair was now getting drenched.  Oh
what a filthy whore I felt like!  This was so nice, being a filthy whore
and pleasing Sir.  Much too quickly my personal shower was done.  Looking
up at Sir I could see pleasure in his smile.

   "Well you see what you earn for being dutiful?" Sir said as he boldly
looked at me.

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." I beamed my response back at Sir.

   "Well I guess it is now time for you to clean up.  I will be in the
front room."

   Sir turned and walked out of the bathroom.  I remained kneeling soaking
up every last drop of Sir's piss.  Oh how good that felt!  The thought kept
racing through my mind.  At the same time my inner mind kept telling me how
repulsive all of this was.  Then my argument back, if it feels so good how
can it be repulsive?  After a few minutes of air drying I stood and pulled
the curtain shut.  Reaching to turn the water on I realized that I still
had my collar on.  Sir had not removed it nor had he said anything related
to it.  I thought simply I will leave it as it is as the first wave of cool
water splashed against my breasts and excited nipples.

   I stayed under the shower until I had basically run out of hot water. 
My mind just could not get over what had transpired this weekend and the
total change I had found in myself.  Once out of the shower and dried off,
I again looked into the mirror to be greeted again by the bright smile and
the new me that was emerging.  Life is good, I told myself and went into my
bedroom.  Again I found myself prancing in front of the mirror and admiring
the painting Sir had done across my ass and upper thighs.  I could not
pinch my ass hard enough as I enjoyed it all.  I found a clean pair of
socks and put them on as I prepared to see if I could be of service to Sir.
Entering the kitchen I glanced to the ice box and opened it to pull out a
beer and pull the tab free.  As usual Sir was reading again.  I knelt and
presented myself and the beer to Sir.  He turned the page and placed the
book marker inside.

   As he reached out I heard Sir say, "Thank You," as he grabbed the cold
beer from my offering hand.  "You appear to be quite freshened up.  Do hope
that you found your nap pleasing?"

   "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir, I think I slept rather hard."

   "Judging by your snoring I would say so." I could not help but blush
there.  "Then we did have a good time of play as you were spanked earlier.
Half hour or not," Sir said sarcastically.

   "Like they say Sir, time flies when you are having fun."

   "Believe I am going to read a bit more.  Why don't we plan on starting
supper around four.  What we will be having should be a bit evident in the
ice box.  As for the vegetables simply put those all mixed together in a
foil pouch and we can grill them as well.  I believe we still have plenty
of wood for outside.  We might as well take advantage of another decent
afternoon as winter is quickly sneaking up on us."

   Sir opened his book and went back to reading.  I stood and made my way
back into the kitchen.  It was already a bit after three.  How this day was
flying by.  Just as Sir had said most everything was in order.  I closed
the ice box door and looked around my kitchen.  Again it was so nice to be
able to look around and everything spic and span and in its place.  I
slowly wandered back off to the bedroom.  I straightened the bed and
arranged the covers to Sir's likings.  In the bathroom I put the towels in
the hamper and replaced them with clean fresh ones.  Then making a mental
note that when my finances allowed me to I would upgrade my towels and
washcloths.  Going back to my bedroom I once again found myself admiring
the artwork Sir had done on my sore and aching ass.  But did it ever feel
so good!

   Back in the kitchen I tore off a large piece of foil.  Folding it in
half I turned and took the vegetables out of the ice box.  I cleaned the
one large ear of corn and snapped it in half.  I decided to cube a couple
of red potatoes.  I would leave the snap peas as they were and slice the
mushrooms up.  After dicing a clove of garlic and placing a few slivers of
onion in, I added about ten cherry tomatoes.  Adding salt and pepper and a
couple of pats of butter I folded the foil and made a tent of sorts with
it. This could almost be a meal in itself, I thought.

   My mind raced back to Sir and I went into the front room.  Sir was not
there.  Then it was almost four o'clock so he must be outside and starting
the fire in the grill.  I saw where his beer can sat next to the lamp.  I
picked it up and felt as to how it was empty.  I put it away and opened Sir
a fresh beer and went out to offer it to Sir.  Shutting the glass door
behind me I saw where the flames were growing in the grill.  My two mutts
were now yapping at my feet as I walked towards Sir.  Kneeling before Sir I
spoke, asking, "Another beer Sir?"

   "Yes Thank You, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me,"
Sir said with a chuckle and quickly took a swig from the can.  Then he
continued.  "Not a problem, I know that you were busy.  I think we can
start cooking in about five or ten minutes.  In the cupboard near the
glasses you will find a bottle of red wine.  As cool as the afternoon is, I
found no reason to chill it.  Do hope that you have a corkscrew available?"

   "Yes Sir I believe that I do."

   I stood and excused myself to begin bringing things out for supper. 
Entering the house I felt the warm gush of air.  Yes, Sir was correct, it
was getting a bit nippy outside.  Then I had been basically naked, except
for the warm pair of socks I had on and never once had I felt cold.  It
only felt natural being in such a state and available to Sir to be used as
he saw fit.  It took three trips but I soon had everything outside and Sir
was grilling the ribs and chicken breasts as the vegetables basically
needed no attention.  I set the plates and utensils on the outside table
and stood behind my chair, hands behind my back, and secretly pressing
against my sore ass awaiting instructions from Sir.

   With an oven mitt Sit placed the foil pack of vegetables down and opened
it up.  A quick puff of steam came out followed by a great aroma.  Then Sir
brought another plate piled high with chicken breasts and ribs.  I was a
bit confused, so I remained as I was.  Sir seated himself and reached over
and took the bottle of wine.  Next to it was the corkscrew that he was
utilizing.  I heard the pop as the cork was removed.  I only had regular
glasses but I had told myself to splurge and buy a couple of good wine
glasses next paycheck.  Sir placed the bottle down and took a sip of the
glass of wine.  Suddenly the silence was broken.

   "I had never tried this brand of wine but it is to my likings.  I hope
you enjoy the taste as well."

   Sir was talking but not directly to me, so who knows who he was
addressing?  Sir began to fill his plate with vegetables and ribs and
chicken breasts.  After Sir was finished with one chicken breast he pointed
in front of me.  "You may be seated." Obediently I took my place sitting on
the left side of Sir.  Sir taking another bite of vegetables he said, "You
may eat."

   Much like Sir had already done I piled on smaller portions onto my
plate. Sir lifted his arm and picked up the bottle of wine and filled my
glass half way.  I am not much for alcohol so I knew this would be ample
for my meal.  "Thank You Sir," I said as he placed the bottle back down. 
Sir was now nibbling on the ear of corn as I took my first bite of supper.

   We both basically ate in silence as we both savored how delicious
everything had come out.  I did manage to finish my plate although I knew I
was stuffed.  Sir had taken another piece of chicken and a piece of ribs. I
heard his fork as Sir pushed his plate in front of him away.  Startled I
rose.

   "I apologize Sir, I will be right back."

   Quickly I stole into the house and grabbed the toothpicks.  How could I
have forgotten something so simple?  I asked myself in embarrassment. 
Again at Sir's side I presented him with a toothpick.  Taking it Sir
responded, "Thank You, you may now begin cleaning up." Always in the mood
to please I did as I was instructed.

   Once the dishes were on to soak it did not take long to finish cleaning
up.  Returning back outside to make sure that everything was done properly
Sir was again at the grill.  He had a stick and was poking through the
ashes to make sure everything would burn.  Without him turning I heard
Sir's voice again.

   "That was a great supper, Thank You so much for preparing it."

   "You are most welcome Sir but I believe you did most of the cooking."

   "Well it does not take rocket science to start a fire you know.  Shall
we retreat into the house?"

   Before I could answer Sir motioned me to my knees.  From his back pocket
to took out the lead leash.  Once it was snapped on I found myself crawling
behind Sir and into the house we went.  Sir stopped and I saw the lead
leash hit the floor.  Quickly I knelt up and presented myself to Sir.

   "Much better, you are becoming a very desirable young Lady.  I am in
hopes that you have all of your duties caught up?" Duties?  I was not quite
sure what Sir meant by duties...

   "Yes Sir I do believe everything is clean and in order."

   "Good." Pointing at the couch Sir continued, "You may lie down and relax
for half an hour." Crawling to the couch dragging the lead leash behind me,
I began to ascend the couch.  Suddenly realizing how wrong I was, I turned
and faced Sir.  How miserably I had failed Sir, especially after one of his
hard won compliments had been given.  I had not Thanked Sir for allowing me
to rest.  Before I could speak I heard Sir's voice again.

   "I understand, just don't make a habit of you not appreciating the
privileges I give you." With that Sir sat and took up his book.  I crawled
to my place on the couch.  I was so ashamed of myself.  I wished to be
pleasing as well as desirable to my Sir.  Would I ever learn?

   I felt the tug of the lead leash.  "Stand your rest period is over!" Sir
bellowed at me.  I could not believe how easily I had gone to sleep again.
Then it was like I was not sleepy but sleep had quickly found me.  As
instructed I stood before Sir.  He unsnapped the lead leash and placed it
back on the mantle.  He returned, bringing back with him a shank of rope.

   "Tonight I am going to tie you in a body harness of sorts and we will
have a short discussion."

   "Yes Sir", I replied as he began to unravel the rope.  Sir motioned me a
step forward and then walked behind me.  I felt the rope as a piece went
over each shoulder.  Now Sir reappeared and began tying knots every few
inches.  Sir knelt as he approached my cunt with the rope.  Running the
rope between my legs I was glad that I had positioned myself properly and
legs spread at shoulder length.  Sir stood and went behind me again. 
Pulling the rope up between my legs and to the upper back I felt the rope
tighten a bit.  Then a sudden jerk and I found the rope up the slit of my
cunt into the crack of my ass and a definite sigh of contentment escaping
my mouth.

   "Thank You Sir, that feels very good Sir."

   No reply was made then Sir showed himself again and began magically
working the rope across my upper body.  I had closed my eyes as I was so
much enjoying the new sensations of the rope.  Then soon I realized that
Sir's hands were no longer on me.  Opening them I saw where Sir was walking
around me and taking pictures.

   "You look good in rope.  Maybe one day we may opt to visit suspending
you?" Suspending me?  I had no idea as to what Sir was referring to but hey
rope is fun was my thought.

   "You may go to your bedroom and view yourself and then return." Snapping
his fingers and pointing towards the kitchen I heard Sir say, "Now hurry up
and go on." Quickly I left the room.

   Once again I found myself in front of the mirror and admiring how great
I looked.  Was I becoming a bit narcissistic?  I questioned.  I shook my
head.  No just enjoying life to its fullest.  Returning to the front room I
saw Sir was now taking out all of the whips again.  Yes I knew they are not
really whips but they all looked like whips to me.  Only these were the
kind of whips I enjoyed feeling on my body.

   "Let's go outside and enjoy the last few minutes of sunshine," I heard
Sir say as he laid the last "whip" down.  He turned and walked towards the
door and I eagerly followed him.  Once outside Sir pulled a chair for
himself and sat down.  With his left hand Sir motioned me and I knelt on
his left side.  "So do you find the rope to your pleasing?" Sir inquired.

   "Yes Sir it makes me feel so free being tied up like this."

   "Yes that is what I am often told, of the total freedom one experiences
when tied up.  Like so much as to the lifestyle of BDSM there is so much
irony involved." I had never thought of any of it that way.  Then now that
I did think about it the more I realized how correct Sir was.

   Then the questions began as to the rope and the floggers and the piss
and the submission and on and on they went.  It was soon pitch dark outside
and we continued in our discussion.  So much I had learned and so much more
I still needed to learn.  My knees were getting sore and my back was
beginning to ache.  Yet I wished to remain as I was before Sir.  It all
felt so natural.  It all felt like I had always wanted to feel only
magnified one hundred times over.  In my deepest fantasies I had never
realized how submitting to Sir made me feel so complete.  How it put me at
a new peace with myself.

   "Well that is enough for now.  Rise so that we may return to the house."


   First Sir stood and with a bit of help I stood as well.  As I walked
behind Sir I felt the rope as it rubbed against my cunt and into the crack
of my ass.  I could wear this all day long, I thought.  Once inside Sir
began unraveling the rope and freeing my body.  With rope in hand Sir stood
back and began admiring my body.  Then Sir took a couple more pictures.

   "You may go look at yourself again," Sir said.

   Once again I found myself in front of the mirror.  Yes the rope was gone
and then there was now the markings left behind from the rope.  Oh how I
now loved to rub the markings.  What a joy it was to have them and to feel
them.  Upon returning to the front room I found Sir waiting with a pair of
hand cuffs.  Much like the previous night he placed them on and led me to
the hook by the glass door.

   "I hope you are in the mood for a beating because I believe you have
earned it young Lady."

   I was not sure how I may have "earned" it?  But at that point mentally
yes I was very much looking forward to a "beating" as Sir put it.  Hands
overhead and tied, I soon felt the first light impact of the horse hair
flogger.  Within minutes my mind began to drift and that float-like feeling
slowly returned.  The half glass of wine had virtually no affect on me. 
Then this "beating" Sir was now giving me was quite intoxicating.

   Periodically I felt Sir's hand checking me, or his hot breath against
the back of my neck making sure everything was OK.  Then the beatings would
continue only each time a little more intense and each time my float
getting even higher.  I had read so much as to sub space was this now where
I was going?  I felt his hand as he grabbed the hair from the back of my
neck and his teeth sinking into my skin.

   "Wish we could go on longer young Lady.  However, I feel that for now
one hour of beating is all that your body can handle." One hour?  I would
have sworn it was no more than ten minutes.  The snap released my arms from
overhead but as my arms fell I also found myself falling as well.  Sir was
there to catch me and take me into his grasp.  Slowly but gently Sir led me
back to my familiar place...  the couch.

   Sir began to release me then grabbed me again.  I heard a slight
laughter coming from him.  "Yes you are pretty high young Lady, let's go to
your bedroom." Then Sir continued to almost carry me there.  This time Sir
did allow me to tumble onto my bed and soon I was joined as Sir wrapped an
arm around me.  I was not sleepy but yes I was very much in a fog.  Sir's
fingers were running through my hair.  He gently scratched my back as well
as lightly tweaked at my nipples.  I was so at one with Sir.  I did not
believe that I had ever found such peace and contentment in my life.

   "Get up you need to prepare for bed," I heard Sir whisper in my ear.  I
did not want to move.  I did not want a single thing to change.  I just
wanted to remain in the world that I was now in.  Sir slowly removed his
arm from across my body.

   "Yes Sir," I replied.

   Rising, I felt almost normal as my balance and my bearings were as they
should be.  I stood as did Sir.  He squared himself with the bed and sat.
Immediately I sank to my knees and began removing his boots.  The motion in
doing so was much more fluid this time.  Yes his boots did not look their
best but some pride entered my thought process as they were in much better
condition now.  I placed his boots beside him laces in as instructed. 
Taking his socks off I folded them like Sir preferred.  Then looking
straight ahead, Sir's crotch was directly in my face.

   What an instant ravishing hunger overcame me.  I wanted Sir's cock and I
needed it now.  I undid Sir's pants and gently slid his pants all the way
down.  Sir was now taking his shirt off.  Sir withdrew one foot and then
the other.  Folding his pants and placing them over his boots and socks his
cock was now in my face.  Only this time it was almost erect.  It was a bit
of a change from the soft flaccid cock that I had started with last night.

   "May I service your cock Sir?"

   "I would be disappointed if you didn't," Sir replied.

   So like the kid in the candy store I went to work.  Yes I went to work
but did not know where to start.  I licked and I sucked and licked again. I
found myself playing gently with his balls.  Then I placed my mouth over
one and then moved to suck the other.  I had never sucked on a man's balls
before.  Then I had never been with a man like Sir.  After a couple of
minutes of feasting on cock and balls, Sir took control again.  Oh how I
wanted Sir to take control.  How I needed to give control to Sir to use me
as he wished.  Right now to abuse and fuck my mouth and throat and send
loads of his creamy cum across my face.

   What had happened to me in the last twenty four hours?  Yesterday I was
not at all into oral sex.  I was repulsed totally at the idea of someone
cumming in my mouth much less all over my face and then being told to eat
it all.  Right now I just felt like a cheap two dollar whore sucking away
like there was no tomorrow.  Sir's cock was constantly visiting the back of
my throat.  Sir would hold me in place and allow me to gag on his cock thus
producing many copious loads of saliva or natural lube as he referred to
it. Once his release was felt I would go on to jack Sir off.  All the spit
and more felt so very good as I would work my hands up and down just like a
dirty teenager in the back of a pickup truck.  Only this was my sir and I
wanted it to feel extra special for Sir.

   I could feel Sir's ass tightening a bit and his breathing getting more
rapid.  I knew that I was satisfying Sir and that was all that I needed. 
No that was not all I needed.  I wanted to be further degraded and
humiliated as Sir would shoot his cum again across my face and then
allowing me to consume it properly.  Then it came like a shotgun.  One rope
of cum on my cheek another on my forehead and me opening my mouth in hopes
of some of Sir's cum going directly in.  Oh what a rush!  This just felt so
fucking good!  To be treated like a piece of trash in satisfying Sir.  To
be the total whore for Sir and a deserving slut as well.  My mind was in
overdrive, I was as high as I had ever been while having sex.

   Much too quickly sir finished painting upon my face.  Quickly I took
Sir's cock and went to work cleaning it up and sucking every last drop of
his cum down my throat.  Once that was done I released his cock from my
mouth and looked up at Sir.

   "May I eat your cum Sir?"

   "Yes you may," was the simple reply.

   There had been no sweets or desert after supper but what more of a
scrumptious meal could I have other then eating cum off of my own face? 
Well if it is cum from my Sir that is.  So I used my fingers to gather up
my Sir's cum and slowly devour it by sucking each finger dry.  All the time
I never took my eyes off of Sir and he never took his off of me.

   "Thank You Sir that was so very delicious Sir."

   "Yes you do seem to have developed a taste for cum have you not?"

   I was too embarrassed to reply.  Then Sir laid down and pulled the
covers over him.  I got up and went to the closet and grabbed my blanket. I
went and turned the lights off and took my place at the foot of the bed. 
As I was beginning to drift off to sleep I heard the light plump of the
pillow as Sir tossed it down to me.

   To be continued.....

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