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   Mistress and her pet



   Thirteen years ago i joined a private dungeon group in Seattle,
Washington and had attended several parties held there and had never met
anyone like Mistress.  It was a Friday night and the theme that night was
take down play.  I am not sure if you know what this type of play involves.
In a nutshell anything goes in this play.  It is usually reserved for the
most extreme playing or to teach someone a lesson that was not learned
before.

   I had a chance before to play with others as i come to the dungeon alone
and the scenes always drew an audience.  You see i love pain...cannot get
enough of it.  It does not matter to me what is done as long as nothing is
broken and i do not require a trip to the emergency room after playing.  So
the scenes i was involved with became quite messy with my blood from being
whipped or having needles stuck into my most private spots and various
other tortures i endured.

   Tonight as before i sought out the Events Director and told her i would
like to play if someone was looking.  I wandered about the room watching
subs and slaves being put through their paces...hearing their screams...the
sounds of whips and canes striking their flesh.  I do not see many males
here tonight and i like that as it meant i might have a better chance at
the rough playing i needed.

   My wandering brought me to the far corner of the dungeon where a very
pretty woman about 33 was strapped face down upon a sawhorse type of
apparatus with her wrists and ankles secured tightly along the legs of the
horse.  There were 2 men at each end of her one fucking her ass and the
other fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm going.  There was a woman
wearing a black leather corset and black garter with thigh high nylons
standing next to them.  This woman wore no panties and had a neatly shaved
pussy that peeked out from under the garter affair she wore.  As the men
fucked the helpless woman on the horse the other woman was whipping her
hard across her back and shoulders.  Her back was crisscrossed with dozens
of stripes looking very red and some almost purple.  Blood oozed from many
of the whip marks.

   i was so enthralled by this scene i was not aware the Event Director was
calling my name.  I kind of jumped a little when she touched me on my
shoulder and i turned to see her standing there with another woman i had
never seen before.  She introduced her as Miss Sarah and left us alone. 
This woman was beautiful with long flowing dark brown hair and deep blue
eyes.  She had an ample bosom, tight waist, long shapely legs.  The most
striking thing about her was the long elegant evening dress she was
wearing. More suited to being at a fancy ball then a dungeon.  Miss Sarah
had been watching the scene i was and had a chance to watch my reactions
also.  As she stood beside me she asked my name and i replied "Miss Sarah i
am david".  We talked for 20 minutes while watching the whipping continue
and i was asked many questions about my likes and dislikes and what i hoped
to find here tonight.

   i told Miss Sarah what my limits were.  While i did this i looked her in
the eyes and i could almost see a fire glowing from inside her.  I shrugged
it off as my over active imagination playing tricks on me.  Miss Sarah
reached her hand out and stroked my broad chest and it was almost like
being touched with an electric current.  It took my breath away and i felt
my knees quiver just a little.  I had never felt this way from being
touched before now.

   Miss Sarah eyed me and watched my expressions as she asked if i really
wanted to play with her tonight.  i almost screamed out my answer but
managed to hold back and told her "Miss Sarah i would like to play with
you".

   She placed her hand in mine and walked away from this scene to the
various restraint sections of the dungeon until we stopped at a huge wooden
X shaped thing.  The beams were 10 feet long and made of solid oak 8 inches
square.  Each beam had 12 eyehooks bolted into it and was impossible to
pull loose from the wood.  The top and bottoms of the beams were secured to
the roof beams and wooden floor and would not tip over no matter how hard
someone would struggle.

   Miss Sarah commanded me to strip and leave nothing on i was to even take
off my ring and watch.  As i removed my clothing i folded each piece neatly
and placed on the floor away from us and anyone else that came to watch.  i
was told to stand facing the wood and to spread my legs as far as i could.
Miss Sarah placed a metal shackle on my left ankle and then the right
ankle. i noticed a change coming over me.  It was not a new one as it
happens all the time when i know things are going to be rough.  Taking my
right wrist Miss Sarah pulled it up and clasped the metal shackle to it and
walked to the other side and did the same to my left wrist.

   Standing directly behind me Miss Sarah lightly ran her finger nails down
my spine from my neck to my buttocks and my breathing changed to short
pants and my body was exploding inside from her touch.  How could a woman
have this reaction on me i asked myself over and over again?  I felt her
hot breath upon my neck and felt her body press against mine as she grabbed
a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back and sideways.  As she did this
i felt her lick my earlobe and then nibbling on my neck with her teeth. 
The nibbles soon grew harder until she was biting me drawing small whimpers
from me.

   I could feel a wetness on my neck and thought it might be blood but was
unsure.  Her teeth continued to bite my neck and shoulders as she reached
around to my chest and toyed with my nipples which soon hardened.  my
nipples are not like most men you have known.  They are the size of a
woman's from years of intense torment and play done to them.  When they are
erect they are 3/4 an inch long and almost 1/2 inch wide.

   Miss Sarah had stopped her biting but continued to pinch my nipples from
behind me.  I felt her breasts rubbing against my back and the sweet aroma
that surrounded her.  Not knowing her as i do now i mistook that smell for
arousal but it was not.  When she becomes aroused the scent she gives off
will draw you deep into her as if you are in a trance.  As i said before
Miss Sarah was not like any woman i had ever known.

   I felt her presence leave mine and tried to glance backwards to see what
she was doing but the position i was in prevented that.  i heard a loud
crack and an instant later the impact as the single tailed whip connected
with my right shoulder.  I screamed in pain and it felt as if my back had
been ripped open and the bone was visible.  My body went rigid and i held
my breath trying to get some control over myself.  Before the fire had a
chance to die down i again heard the crack and the same instant explosion
of pain erupted from my shoulder as this stroke landed just below the last
one.  Again i screamed and tried to look to see the damage i just knew was
horrible and i that i was cut terribly.

   The whipping continued for what seemed hours and each stroke brought
another scream from me and my back felt like molten lava and i knew it
would never recover from this onslaught of the single tailed whip.  i was
not even aware Miss Sarah had stopped whipping me and was standing behind
me again with her breasts on my blazing hot back as i was sobbing.  Miss
Sarah whispered in my ear "are you sure you still want to play with me?"
and i finally was able to get out an audible yes.

   Miss Sarah removed the shackles holding my wrists and allowed my arms to
drop at my sides and knelt down to remove the ankle restraints.  I was then
told to turn and face her and this is when i noticed for the 1st time we
were not alone.  A group of perhaps 15 was standing there watching our
play. Subs and slaves were servicing their Masters and Mistress's as the
play unfolded before them.  No one spoke and it was almost like all were in
a trance.  Maybe i just thought no one was speaking.  I really do not know
nor did i care.  Once again the shackles were placed on my wrists and
ankles.  Standing in front of me Miss Sarah started touching my body and
playing with my nipples again.  As she pinched one she was biting the other
and with her free hand was squeezing my balls in her fist.  Actually it was
not really biting but rather the motion of chewing on them and i was
moaning in pleasure/pain.  You know there is not much difference for
someone like me as all pain is pleasurable to some extent.

   My back was still on fire and hurt so badly being in contact with the
wood behind me.  i knew she had hurt me badly and could envision requiring
stitches to close the wounds.  Miss Sarah stopped with her touching and
biting and picked up the single tailed whip again and i begged her not to
use it on me as she had already ruined my back.  i cried out for her to
stop and my words froze in my throat as i seen her arm go back and upwards
then come slashing forward and the explosion of pain slamming into my chest
as the scream ripped from deep inside me.  Miss Sarah told me to look at
the stroke on my chest but i was afraid to...afraid to see the horrible
damage she had done....  afraid to know.  Again she told me to look and i
did not want to know and cried out to her to not make me see this.  Her
voice became deeper and sterner as she commanded me to look and i could not
resist this command and slowly allowed my eyes to gaze down upon my ruined
chest.  I was startled to see just a bright stripe running from my shoulder
down to the top of my stomach.  There were no deep cuts like i
imagined...no horrible damage done and i knew then my back looked the same
way.  The mind is a horrible thing at times.  It can make you think the
worst has happened when in reality you are fine.

   Miss Sarah continued whipping my chest and arms and the molten lava
spread like a wildfire engulfing me and bringing me into a place most call
"sub space".  However this is a place i prefer not to be in as to me it is
not right.  If i wanted to escape to never never land i would not play like
i do.  I feel this is wrong and cheats both my tormentor and myself.

   When you are the one being beaten there is no such thing as time..it
does not exist...only the whipping exists and the way your body reacts to
it.  I really do not know how long Miss Sarah whipped me but i do know the
fire that covered my body and engulfed my senses did not stop.  Even after
the whipping was over i continued to burn and cried out in pain at the
slightest touch.

   Miss Sarah asked a couple of those watching us to help me down from the
cross and i am glad they did as my knees buckled and i almost fell to the
floor when i was released.  They helped me over to a sitting area at the
side of the playroom and motioned for me to kneel on the floor beside her
as she sat on the comfortable love seat.  After a scene like this it takes
me quite some time to come back to reality and during this time i cannot
speak proper sentences.  Miss Sarah did not push me but sat there and
gently stroked my hair and sometimes reached down to torment my nipples
some.

   When i was finally able to talk correctly and reply without stuttering
Miss Sarah and i chatted about the scene.  She was impressed with the way i
had reacted and the sounds i made.  We made a date to meet here again in 2
weeks to play again.  The next time we played i was hurt badly by her and
loved every minute of it.  She told me then she wanted me to become her new
"pet".  When i asked what type of pet i would be she laughed and said "not
a cat or dog type of pet" and explained i would be hers to use and abuse as
she sees fit.  I would neither be a sub nor a slave nor just an object.  I
looked at her, smiled and replied "i would very much like to be your pet
Miss Sarah".  I soon moved into her home and began a new life.  If you want
to know more about our life just ask and perhaps i will be given the chance
to share with you