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 This slave can't see anything.  This slave is wearing a blindfold, and a
hood for good measure.  This slave's hands are cuffed to the back of this
slave's neck collar.   This slave does not know where this slave
is. Tonight started in the hallway. 

   "Good evening, slave," my master greeted me.  My master had left the
usual signal this morning, a red scarf on the table, but this slave had
forgotten.  This slave had a horrible day at work, people who can't plan,
people who can't communicate, people who can't wash their own hands without
supervision.  My master could see the wear on this slave's face, a wear
that didn't come off come off when this slave saw him and remembered the
session.  This slave considered using the safety word right away and just
heading to bed, but my master caught this slave.  He took this slave's
hands very gently, put soft cuffs on the wrists, and said ever so softly,
"Kneel."

   This slave almost thought it was a request rather than a command, but
this slave knelt.  "Stand up, slave."

   "Master, yes, my master."

   My master led me into the bedroom where he slowly removed this slave's
clothes.  He led me into the bathroom shower stall.   After he removed the
cuffs he sprayed water all over this slave's body.  The warm water through
this slave's hair, over the body, pulled some of the stress down to the
drain.   He massaged in shampoo, more stress gone.  He then soaped down
this slave's body with gentle, kneading fingers; more stress gone.  His
hands started at the top, the neck, working the tight muscles loose.  His
hands moved down to the shoulders, the back, the arms.  His hands like
shovels penetrating to the deepest layers of stress and casting them aside
like rubbish.  My master cupped each of this slave's breasts, lifting them
to clean, massaging them to wake up this slave up.  My master worked
further south, running his hands thru this slave's pubic hair, exchanging
the sweat that formed in the long ride home with soap.  He tugged some on
the hair, this slave exhaled.  His fingers found the mound of this slave's
clitoris, a deeper exhale.  Slowly his fingers traced this first pleasure
zone, this slave could feel the warmth and tingling of increased blood
flow.  My masters fingers moved further south, finding the outer edge of
this slave's vagina.  Like an animal circling his prey, my master's fingers
walked this edge.   Occasionally, a finger would find the opening at the
bottom and make the wonderful ride to the top.  A moan this time.  Suddenly
my master's hands left this slave's vagina and headed further south,
cleaning and massaging the legs.  "Raise your left foot behind you." Could
this slave have forgotten he was there to command me?   "Master, yes, my
master," was delayed.  My master gave no notice. 

   He cleaned the left foot, between the toes, the ball, the arch.  "Right
foot."

   "Master, yes, my master."

   After the shower, and being toweled dry, the cuffs came back on.  What
stress?  My master could see this.   He spent a few minutes looking at this
body, drinking his wine.

   He and this slave are looking at this body in the mirror.  "Do you know
that you are beautiful slave?"

   This slave has a hard time when my master talks to me this way.  Blood
rushes to this slaves face.  This slave has no answer.  "Well you are."
Another sip of his wine.  "And do you know that you are a wonderful slave?"

   Complements are still difficult, no matter how they come to this slaves
ears, or what they are about.  This slave works hard at being a good slave.
"Master, yes, my master."

   "And what makes you a good slave?"

   "Master, I do what you say, my master."

   "Yes.  Because you understand that I am always working to make you
better.  The only pain I expose you to is that which will make you better."

   "Master, yes my master."

   He reaches around and grabs a blindfold.  It goes over this slave's
eyes.  Headphones are next.   Pink Floyd starts on the headphones.   This
slave can't hear anything but the sweet sounds of The Wall.  Then the
smooth cloth on this slave's nose.   The silk hood.   The firm grip around
this slave's neck of a long collar.  This slave's hands are pulled up,
cuffed locked to the back of the collar. 

   A burning sensation on this slave's left shoulder is candle wax saying
"turn around to the left," and this slave does.  The sting of a switch
across the ass cheeks says "slave forgot to say 'Master, yes my master."

   This slave blurts out, "Master, yes my master!" The switches reminder
lasts for a while. 

   A light sting from the switch across both ass cheeks tells this slave to
walk forward.   Another light switch sting on the left ribs tell the slave
turn left, then another switch to the right.   Each command, this slave
faithfully states, "Master, yes master."

   A switch to the belly says stop, "Master, yes master."  Some time
passes. Switches to walk forward.  By now this slave's ass is very warm
with all the switches, but, of course, so is this slave's vagina.   

   Now this slave can feel the cool breeze of the night, the soft grass of
the yard.   This slave begins to get a bit nervous, the yards are not very
private, anyone can see this slave standing, now probably in the middle of
the yard, naked.   This slave feels the face grow warm with embarrassment.
Another switch to each ass cheek.  Forward with "Master, yes master.".  A
switch to turn left, "Master, yes master." Turn right, "Master, yes
master."  More right turns and walking.  This slave's right side now burns
like the ass and vagina.   The cool grass is some comfort.  A switch to the
belly, "Master, yes master."

   Something is pressing at the lips of this slave's vagina.  It moves up
and down along the lips.   Slowly at first.  It's round.   It wiggles a
little faster.   More pressure.   It slips in, it's a ball.  It has a
string attached to it.  A second one is at the end of that string.   A
switch to each hot ass cheek say move forward, "Master, yes master."
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