Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A Few Of My Favorite Things....... This is not the first time He has directed me to detail an up-coming scene. It isn't that I think He has run out of ideas. His imagination is quite fertile. I thought about why He might be asking me to do this. Two primary possibilities present themselves. One - He may be wanting to give me what I want most. Of course, He will remind me that what I want may turn out to be more than I bargain for. It may be a lesson in the reality of fantasy. He will further suggest that He may take what I request and push me beyond what I believe to be my limits. Two - it may be a lesson in what a Dominant goes through each time a scene is in the offing. Mistress and He have frequently suggested that this is not as simple as one might think. If that's the case, I'm learning quickly. To provide the pain/pleasure for a sub, They've told me, takes much planning. To keep things interesting for all parties involved, does require time and careful consideration. So, I begin to think about the possibilities. There are so many. It isn't hard to choose but thought must also be given to the nuts and bolts aspects. Can I be tied this way or that? Will it be safe? What do I wear? I'll offer my thoughts but I realize He will still have to bring some order to them. And most likely, He will tweak them somewhat to His own liking. After all, it's His choice as to what will actually happen. The best place for me to start is with what I will wear. I went to the drawer holding my `sexy' undergarments. After some thought, I made the choice. I decided on a black, satiny camisole - almost waist-length and a pair of lacy, almost thong, black panties that lace up the front with a satin tie in the front. I hoped He would approve. I have a thought in mind but am not sure how it would actually work out. It involves the horse this time. Usually, when I set it up, the rings for tying are at the bottom of it. This time, I'd like to put them at the top. I picture myself lying on the floor. He would tie my cuffed wrists to one set of them. My legs would be spread and the cuffed ankles tied to the other set and pulled back toward it as far as possible. I've picked this position because He asked what area of my body I want Him to torture. I choose my cunt. Torturing it makes for a magnificent climax. I can almost feel the thick leather strap as it strikes...it's two inch width able to cover the entire space between my legs. I wonder, would He bring His electric box for my nipples. This is truly one of my favorite things. But, He might use it again on my cunt. I've felt this before. It's one of those things that I want badly...and don't. It bites hard and deep. I've developed a love/hate relationship for it when He uses it there. I think of the whips used there and feel my juices begin to flow. Yes, I would certainly enjoy the whip. He might let me cum as He uses it. He might decide to use His fingers, hand, or dildo. If, that is, it is His pleasure to allow it. My mind sees the electric clips - turned low - one on each cunt lip close to my clit while He uses the adapted electric toothbrush directly on my clit. Wow! It would be very good, though, to have a nice lashing or spanking before moving to the floor. He would put the clover clamps on my nipples...tie my arms up above me. I want to be lashed or spanked all over my body...raising my level of tolerance and my desire so that I will want harsher treatment and release. I don't know what He'll think of this. He may use it or discard it all. Either way, I know I will enjoy His attentions. I do, however, keep in mind that it His goal to continually expand my limits. Even though this can be a fearful thought, I know I've grown a great deal at His hands and the experiences have been totally satisfying. I sent Him my thoughts. In the return e-mail, He gave several more reasons for the assignment He'd given me. One is to `keep my head in the game'. He uses this phrase often. Sometimes I think to myself that I don't have to work on that....that the `game' is very frequently on my mind. Much of the thoughts are fantasy though. By scripting a scene, I have to consider what my happen in the physical reality of it. Another reason is self-exploration. What things do I really want? How far do I want to or think I can go? Just what are my limits? Do I really want Him to push them harder? To answer these questions and more requires in-depth thought and examination. W/we continue back and forth with e-mail communication. He tantalizes with the things He may do. He promises to raise the level of intensity. I answer each challenge - meekly accepting the taunts...the dares. The day arrives and, due much in part to His communications, the most sensual organ in my body is highly stimulated and expectant...my mind. The things I suggested to Him roll through my head as the day progresses. As if reading my mind, the final e-mail I receive about an hour before He is due to arrive tells me to `keep wondering. I am on My way.' A delicious shiver traces its way over my body. I find myself wondering not only will happen but what He might be thinking and feeling as He covers the distance. It's time to set the stage. Mistress is resting so I move about quietly in the still apartment. The clothes I chose are laid out in the bathroom. The make-up I will use is arranged on the sink. The horse is drug from under the bed and I assemble it....remembering to put the legs in upside down for today's purposes. After standing it up, I took a good look at how I would be arranged under it. I believe it will work well. Having my legs pulled back toward my head and splayed open should allow Him easy access to all the vital parts. From the `toy' box, the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and collar are removed...the collar going to the bathroom too. The steam rises from the shower. As always, the warmth is soothing...relaxing. My thoughts are calm for the most part. There is the occasional tinge of fear at what I've asked for. There is the hopeful expectation of getting just that. There is that paradox that never ceases to leave me shaking my head....wondering just how it all fits together so perfectly. Reminding myself that the clock is ticking, I get a move on. Getting dressed doesn't take much doing....there's not much to put on. Brushing my hair takes a little longer with some attention to detail. I'm most fortunate that it's easy to work with though and, satisfied with the look of it, move on to the make-up. This definitely takes longer. I certainly don't want to end up looking like a clown but want to look at least attractive. Smokey shadows, black eyeliner, mascara....blush....lipstick...finished. The last thing is the collar. Adjusting it so that the word is properly centered, it's snapped together. It isn't tight or uncomfortable but there is something about hearing the snap of it around my neck similar, I feel, to the runners in a foot race when they hear the starting gun. Slipping into my robe and slippers, I stand before Mistress for Her approval. Judging by the look in Her eyes, I know She appreciates my appearance. She tells me I look very nice and have done well with the make-up. Close to Her ear, I whisper to Her that I always consider Her response in my preparations. I'm rewarded with a warm smile. I tell Her, too, that I barely recognize my own face in the mirror. W/we both chuckle as I tell Her I like playing dress-up. It's taken me awhile to become at ease. I realize it is a now-familiar role I can slide easily into. But, even at that, there is an edge in the air today. A glance at the clock spurs me to finish the preparations. I slide the heavy `toy' box over to the end of the bed. Much of the ropes are in tangles so I start making them more manageable. The touch of them against my skin brings renewed tension to my mind and body. Again, the picture of my bound body under the horse surfaces. Shaking my head clear of the thought, I finish with the ropes. The whips are laid in a row across the bed. Paddles, clips, clamps, various connection devices, etc....all take their place in the line-up. The restraints go on next. They jangle together noisily every time I move. Checking off the list in my mind, I'm finally satisfied that everything is ready. There is nothing to do now but wait. Moments drag by dreadfully slowly unlike the rapid-fire thoughts of my mind. But, it really wasn't long before I heard His tap-tap on the door. Slippers and robe are quickly slid off as I move to the door and open it. He strides into the room putting the small bag He's brought with Him on the floor. As He walks across the room, He glances at me. Mistress and He begin a friendly conversation. He points to the floor next to His chair and, as I approach, tells me that I look nice. I knelt beside Him, hands in my lap, head lowered, and smile. He's noticed my attempts to be found satisfactory and given His approval. As with Mistress, it is so very satisfying to be found acceptable. Their conversation continues and He reaches a hand to the back of my neck. His strong fingers probe the muscles there and in my shoulders. Deeply pressing into my skin, He massages the tension from them. I find myself relaxing as He continues. His hand travels to my chest and works down to the breasts. Light touches to the nipples, a little pinch, a hard squeeze, a soft caress.....my body hungrily accepts His motions. The steady rhythm of His fingers are matched by the pulsing between my legs. He's seen to it that my mind is very much in the game. Now, He has my body there too. He stands and tells me to do likewise. I'm moved under the ceiling hooks and the wrist restraints are tied into place. My panties are pulled down and He takes them off as I step out of them. The blindfold covers my eyes. And He has something else....something new....ear plugs. There seems to be a little problem stuffing them in. Eventually, they do stay in. How loud my breath sounds to me...in...out. My hearing is not completely shut off. I can only hear vague, low murmurs that I assume is Them conversing. I stand in the dark, listening to the air rush into and out of my lungs....waiting.....hungry. He is using His hand all over me....His mouth...His teeth. Even though I'm blindfolded, my eyes close as my body revels in what He is doing. Bits of pleasure, bits of pain...taking me where I want to go. Generally, when blindfolded, I rely on my sense of hearing and can anticipate what is next. Not this time. The element of surprise is yet another weapon in His arsenal. Only the way He works my nipple lets me know clamps are coming. My body sucks in the bite as He seats them securely. I don't hear Him move behind me. Only the sharp sting of His open hand falling fully and hard on the skin of my ass-cheek tells me He is there. There will be another one. They are always paired. He strikes again...and again...and again. I feel something soft on my lips and open my mouth. He stuffs my wadded panties deep into it. A flurry of sensation follows as He manages to move from front to back, top to cunt...quickly...sharply. His hands find my clit, my cunt. Teeth sinking into the panties, only muffled groans of pleasure mingled with pain can escape. He has moved away from me again leaving me to wonder what His next step is. I feel the rope as He cinches it around my waist....tightening...scratchy. He ties it at my naval and threads it though my cunt and along the crack of my ass. It is anchored behind me with a final tug to insure maximum effect. I can feel the entire length of it and the smallest movement is felt along its path. He teases my nipples and my hips rock ever so slightly against the taut rope. I feel the itch, not just from the rope's contact, but from deep inside. Only He can scratch it. The strap comes into contact with my juicy cunt....intensified by the pressure already on it. My feet spread further apart with no conscious thought from me. I want more and am not disappointed. Mumbling around the panties, I try asking for permission to cum. I don't know if He understands me. A whip strikes from behind. The sudden switch driving me into an even higher gear. Deprived of sight and sound, my mind knows only what my body feels. Writhing with the pleasure between my legs, the panties are pulled from my mouth. I feel the soft hairs of His chest against my dry lips. Instinctively, my mouth searches for His nipple. My tongue finds it as His fingers work their magic in my cunt. I've pulled His nipple into my mouth...sucking....nibbling....licking. He moves so that I can caress the other one. He pulls it away and I'm aware that my mouth is still open, hungrily seeking His flesh. His lips move close to my face...the whiskers brushing my cheeks...lips. His fingers have not stopped. So near the precipice now, I can barely speak but the need brings a whispered plea to my lips. `Please.....please...' is about all I can manage. But I can't hear His response. The warmth of His body leaves as He moves behind me again. The plugs are removed from my ears. I feel His hands from behind and another pair in front....on my breasts. Mistress is joining Him. The whip falls softly on my cunt...a counterpoint to the slaps on my ass. My frenzied desire brings pleas for permission but none is forthcoming. The whip stops and His hand is between my legs again. I hear Him moan...Mistress is behind Him...touching Him....Her hands between His legs. I hear Her gasp. His other hand has found Her body. The air is electric with passion and desire. I can withstand my body no longer. My teeth are clenched as I beg yet again. `Yes' I hear in my ear. His fingers grind into the hard knob that controls me now. Trembling as the first wave seizes me, my body stiffens as it falls mindlessly over the edge. I shake and shudder from head to toe as His fingers continue their assault. Not allowing even a moment to recover, He works me into the grip of another climax. I feel rivulets of moisture on my thigh as my body jerks in response to the pleasure. I'm taken over the edge again and again until I'm breathless and His fingers subside and withdraw. My trembling legs can barely carry me to the bed. He has released me from the ceiling, removed the blindfold, the rope, and helps me to sit. Mistress's arm is around my shoulder as the world comes into focus again. It's time to rest now. Mistress puts a drink to my lips and I accept it gratefully. Her kisses are soft and I melt against Her as my body settles down. He's taken a seat too. It has grown quiet. He doesn't sit long though. The small sound of wood scraping across carpet has my attention. It's the horse and I open my eyes to watch Him. He places it in the center of the room and motions for me to get up. "I need a sheet." Quickly going to the closet on still-wobbly legs to get one, I realize His is going to do the things I asked for. My hands tremble just a little as I spread the sheet out. He pulls one end through to the other side of the horse and tells me to lie down. My wrist are clipped to the bolts above me. Using rope, He ties my legs into just the position I had requested. With my body gaping open before Him, He slips the blindfold back on and settles Himself in front of my cunt. I have to remind myself to breathe. I know what's next...after all, I scripted it. Reality check. Do I really want to go through with this? Can I take what He's about to give me....what I've asked for? There's only one way to find out. He explores my cunt with His fingers....probing gently. I relax and enjoy the touches. I didn't hear Him move....didn't see what was coming. The strap hits forcefully along the length and width of my open cunt. My lungs suck in a great gulp of air. Pulling at the restraints from the shock and pain of it, I feel the horse rock just a little. I have to keep aware of this now, too. He strikes again, harder than the first one. My body arches from the pain and the surge of pleasure it brings. "Harder?", He asks. Grasping the rings of the wrist restraints firmly and steeling myself, I hear myself whisper `yes, Sir.' He told me He would push me harder. He did. The searing pain that followed took my breath and thoughts away....the bite of it fading slowly. I'd taken a step further. I received what He offered and flew off into sub-space. Sensual touches brought me from my reverie. I recognized what He was doing. I felt the tiny nibble of electricity here and there just before He attached one to each cunt lip...just as I'd asked...my clit centered between them. I braced myself for what had to be next. He turned it on - the setting low - and I breathed through the initial pain. My suffering was rewarded as it evolved into the steady thrum reverberated through my clit. He turned it up a bit more. The process repeated itself...the biting pain...the pleasure increasing. My body luxuriated in the pleasure it had become. My breath came and went in time to the rise and fall of the electricity. "Whoooo-wheeeeee....", I nearly screamed. "Red, red, red.......", I gasped. He had turned it up....way up. The whole area between my legs and up into my belly felt like it was touched with fire. My ass raised from the floor as I pulled against the restraints. He stopped immediately. Barely past the shock of it, I wished I hadn't used the safe-word. I already found myself wanting it again. He wasn't finished though. I heard the strident sound of `toothy' as it started up. My body's response to it is automatic. It knows the pleasure it brings and reacts of its own to the mere sound of it. He touches it to me but the feel is different. There is a lower level of intensity. He has to have put something between its tip and my clit. I hear Mistress tell Him, chuckling, that He wasn't playing fair. I don't know what was next to my skin but, instead of dulling the sensations, it served to spread them to a larger area. The tip of it is smaller than a pencil's eraser. Because of what He had done, the pleasure radiated outward...taking control of me. Very soon, I expressed my desire to cum. There wasn't any hesitation this time and my body trembled as my spread legs straightened and the pleasure washed away the intense tension built up in my body. He didn't stop after the first one...or the second. Orgasm crashed into orgasm. My body writhed...trembled. Whimpering moans evolved into guttural sounds. There was only my cunt...and its pleasure. He coaxed one last cum from me...urged me into it. I listened to His voice as He told me to reach for it...to cum for Him. `Yes...yes...that's it. Give it to me.' I did....with everything I had left. He stopped after that and released me from the horse. I laid on the floor pretty much in a state of oblivion for, well, I don't know how long. Finally able to breathe close to normal, He helped me up and to the bed for a rest. Mistress calmed and soothed me. She asked if I was all right. I was way past all right, I though to myself. I looked into Her eyes and said that, yes, I was very much so. She smiled at as She asked if it was good. I didn't hesitate telling Her that it was wonderful. `I thought so', She said, `from the sounds you made.' She chuckled as She said it, knowing full well how good it was. I just smiled and dropped my head against Her breast...very content. They were talking again and strands of conversation piqued my interest. He was showing Mistress something He had made...for Himself. He switches sometimes with Mistress and had made His own instrument of torture. I had sat up and was looking at it. At first, I couldn't make out what its purpose was....strips of wood....long bolts...wing nuts. He began putting it on. He slipped His balls through two lengths of wood and settled it against His body. I couldn't help but grimace as it closed, forcing the balls outward. Then He began to screw it down on them with the wing nuts, bringing another strip of wood against the bottom of them and squeezing until the skin was shiny and they began to turn a purplish color. I thought He was about to take it off when Mistress suggested He leave it on and lay down on the bed. He did and I took my position between His knees. I didn't have to be told to begin. My mouth closed over His cock and I began sucking and licking it. I soon saw this was going to be difficult. The appliance wasn't letting me take all of Him in. Mistress's fingers were touching and scraping His balls. My wrist restraints jangled as I tried to pleasure Him. The small area was very crowded. But, with all the attention He was receiving, His response was quite evident. I used lips, tongue, and teeth to stimulate Him further and was amply rewarded as the very warm spurts of His thick liquids flowed down my throat. I swallowed each gush as was jetted into my throat. Even after there was no more, I still touched Him gently with my tongue...savoring the small jerks of His body. I sat back on my heels and let Him rest. He stood and removed His creation. Apparently, it had worked to His satisfaction. The session was over. He packed up His gear, said good-bye to U/us and went on His way. Mistress settled me into bed with a kiss, insisting that I have a nap. Exhaustion got the best of me and, as sleep overcame me, that I had gotten everything I'd hoped for....and more.