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   This is the first story that I wrote, it began as an exchange of
correspondence with an internet friend; hence the Ongoing title.  This
though is wholly my own work, maybe one day I'll be able to post the
jointly written version - who knows.

   Your curvaceous body lies naked in our darkened bedroom and, as you hear
my footsteps on the stairs, you slowly writhe against the handcuffs with
which I secured you earlier.  Your pussy starts to moisten in anticipation
of the pleasure (and maybe pain) that you know is now to come.

   As I walk through the door you whisper gently - please be rough with me
tonight.

   This whispered request is only just audible over the low buzzing of the
vibrator that has been keeping you tormented and on the edge of orgasm for
the achingly long hour that I have left you alone.  The scent of your pussy
juices alone is more than enough to show me how aroused you are - and as I
turn the dimmer up gently on the lights I can see the red flush of
impending orgasm across your breasts and the concentration on your face as
you fight desperately to keep the vibrator inside you.  You know for sure
that to lose a toy betrays lack of control and would surely be punished.

   Sweet decisions on my part; should I continue to hold you in torment or
allow you the release that your whole body screams you desire.  We have all
night to play so with malicious intent I reach across your writhing body,
turn the vibrator to maximum and tell you that if you come in the next five
minutes it'll be the worse for you.  The look on your face as you hear
these words is an intense turn on for me.  Tonight though you control is
superb and as the minutes tick by you manage to hold off until you hear me
say "you may come."

   As I hold you in my arms your body twitches and writhes in ecstasy this
is the first release I've allowed you in the last week and I know how that
pent up need just builds and builds.

   As your shuddering subsides you suddenly realize that you had forgotten
to thank me before letting go, as I smile at you and shake my head you know
that this oversight will surely lead to an exquisite punishment

   As I see your eyelids drooping and your body relaxing into languorous
post-orgasmic sleep I draw the duvet over your naked body and gently remove
the handcuffs.  Although discipline and punishment play a part in our
relationship (sometimes a big one) this is balanced by tenderness and
affection.  Several hours later when I hear you stirring I return to the
bedroom, you stretch your arms upward exposing your luscious breasts and
smile at me.  As you recover from your slumbers memories of the events
earlier in the evening return and you start to wonder how we will continue.
As these thoughts pass through your mind your gaze is drawn inexorably
around the dimly lit bedroom first alighting on the leather covered
chesterfield sofa (it's a big bedroom).  The deeply rounded arms are at
just the right height for you to bend over and expose your luscious
backside for both chastisement and my pleasure.  As you well know I deeply
enjoy taking you from behind, the feeling of sliding into your warm and wet
slit and nestling up against your buttocks as you bend over is out of this
world.

   From the settee, and despite your efforts, your eyes move further around
the room to the table (see I told you it was a big bedroom) on which are
arrayed a number of items, as your eyes stop you mentally review some of
them;

   The tawse is made of beautifully soft leather the heavyweight fingers
wrap themselves caressingly around you buttocks and create a satisfying (to
me) thwack whilst creating a deep and intense heat causing your cheeks to
glow first pink and then, as the chastisement continues, a deep and intense
red.

   The cane is a different and altogether more hurtful implement capable of
raising visible marks even when used gently.  Occasionally I will tease you
with the swishing sound of a heavy stroke causing you to clench your
buttocks in anticipation and then relax gratefully as you realise I have
deliberately exaggerated the blow and then struck the bed or sofa instead!

   We also have a pair of riding crops (sorry I'm a traditionalist and
can't get my head around new fangled materials like rubber floggers etc.)
one is thin and vicious and only used as a threat, the other however is my
favourite.  It has a relatively large leather end flap perfect for
chastising the inner thighs, and other areas.  The soft suppleness of the
end has raised many a moan of pleasure when brought into intimate contact
with your clit.

   I see where you are looking and understand only too well the thoughts
that are running through your mind, we talk regularly after play about what
has aroused and stimulated as well as what has not.  I smile evilly and
walk across to the table; alongside the instruments of chastisement are
other, darker items, some of which remain unused but threatening
nonetheless.  Your heart quails as you see me pick up the nipple clamps. 
These little metal crabs sit beautifully on you and add a heightened level
of pain/pleasure during your discipline.  As you know only too well the
movements of your body as each blow lands cause your breasts and by
connection your nipples and the clamps to rub exquisitely against the
surface on which you are lying.

   I bend my head and take your right breast into my mouth; despite your
trepidation your body betrays you and your nipple grows out sufficiently
for me to snap on the clamp, I then repeat the process on the left.

   Our brass bed frame with a number of vertical uprights at head and base
is perfect for restraining you, I turn you face down and with soft silk
ropes stretch your left arm and tie it to the foot of the bed and your
right to the head.  The mattress is high so your bum is now perfectly
positioned to receive whatever may be my pleasure.

   In this case I select the tawse and tell you that we will start with 10
strokes counted, as you are aware any miscount or failure to respond
quickly to each blow will result in us starting again.  I start gently with
a soft blow aimed across both your cheeks, "one," you whisper and I can see
you straining to hold your position and prevent your nipples (and the
clamps) rubbing against the soft cotton sheets.  As we progress I know that
your self control will weaken and that the friction/pleasure/pain will
become intense.  Two and three follow on in quick succession one to each
buttock, both of which are now starting to glow a faint pink.  As we move
from 4 through 8 the colour intensifies as does your upper body movement.
Although the clamps must be hurting your heavy breathing and swollen damp
sex tell the truth - the pleasure is intensifying.  Strokes 9 and 10 I take
at a leisurely pace as I enjoy your increasing arousal.

   On completion of the 10 strokes I release you from the ropes and stand
you upright.  I reach quickly for the left hand clamp and remove it whilst
following through with my lips - I know from past experience that the
combination of enhanced pain and oral stimulation is one that works.  After
repeating the exercise and freeing your right nipple you stand proud and
naked before me As you look into my eyes I can see you quail as you realise
that I have not forgotten your earlier transgression - you should have
learned by now that I never forget.  Whilst forgetting to say thank you
before coming may seem like a minor transgression you know from
bitter/sweet experience that the consequences can be severe.

   I stand in front of you and run my hands tenderly down you naked body
across your trembling breasts and then fluttering gently against your still
painfully abused nipples.  As I move further down your body I reach the
intersection of your thighs and begin to gently caress the outer lips of
your cleanly shaven pussy (whilst the stimulation causes you to draw a
sharp breath you are uncertain as to whether I will continue to provide
pleasure or not.

   As my hands continue down to your inner thighs you realise that
tonight's torment is not at an end, I gently spread your legs and you
quickly realise that more is yet to come.

   The act of submission is always a difficult one; by combining discipline
with bondage it is easier to reconcile the pain/pleasure equation as being
enforced rather than actively sought.  However in the position that I now
place you - unbound and compliant, you know that your freedom to stop is
apparently significantly enhanced (in reality the use of your safe word at
any time would cause an immediate cessation anyway) but in an unrestrained
position you are free to move away at any time if you so choose.  The mind
game is now about not being forced to submit but accepting readily and
willingly.  As I move back towards the table you do not need to turn and
look to know that I have selected my favourite crop.  With an element of
predictability my exposure of your pussy and the sensitive inner edges of
the tops of your thighs has signalled my intentions.

   I start by rubbing the leather end of the crop in slow lascivious
strokes starting at the mid level of your outer thigh and moving slowly
inwards and upwards.  As I reach the apex of this travel for the third time
I can see the visible evidence of your arousal as the first drop of pussy
juice glints on your cunt.

   I then move more forcefully and start a rapid oscillation of light
strokes between your inner thighs ensuring that at as I move from left to
right and back again that at the point of transition from one side to the
other the triangular flap of leather rises to the apex of your legs and
stimulates the bottom edge of your pussy lips.  As I continue this action
the effect on your arousal is clearly identifiable from the increase in
flow of lubrication.  At this point my focus moves and I start to gently
slap your clitoral hood, as I continue, the little bud that is the core of
your pleasure can do no more than expose itself from behind its shielding
layer of skin.

   As I continue to increase the force and rapidity of these strokes you
realise that not only do you have another orgasm approaching but that my
own arousal is now clearly evident from within the constraints of my
trousers.

   At this point you know that he game has changed from play to something
more close and intimate, as I realise the extent of my own arousal it is
all I can do to quickly remove my own clothing as we both collapse naked on
the bed.

   Although there are a number of rules and requirements during our role
playing, when (if) we move towards this situation you know that these no
longer apply.  Our goal now is mutual pleasure from fucking and not game
playing.

   Recognising my arousal your first thought is to take back control by
taking my erect hardness into your mouth and performing slow and
agonisingly exquisite deep throat fellatio on my erect cock.  In order to
equal out the stimulation I move around into a 69 position and start to
lick and suck your cunt for all my worth and for several minutes sexual
brinkmanship on both our parts prevails.

   As my dick continues to twitch spasmodically under your tongue lashing I
fight to regain control and spinning round kiss you resoundingly on the
lips (of your mouth!).  My rock hard (thanks to your ministrations) cock is
now nuzzling for entry to your warm, wet and swollen pussy.  As I slide
inside you we both breath deep sighs of ecstatic pleasure.  As we move
together it is clear that neither of us can contain our self control for
very long, as my cum spurts inside you and I groan and quiver in ecstasy
your orgasm rises up from your toes in a spasm that vibrates every part of
your body.