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   I stepped back from the mirror to take a good look at myself.  I
scarcely recognized the person that stared at me from within it.  The
make-up, the clothes - what there were of them - and the word printed in
large letters across my belly all combined to transform not only my
physical appearance but also my frame of mind.  Slut.  That was the word.
He refers to me often as such.  For this session, I was to take on the look
of one.

   The first time He called me that, I flinched inwardly.  The concept
stung a bit.  Each time I signed off on an e-mail as `cumslut' (at His
direction), I questioned myself.  Am I really that?  No....not as a rule.
But, when it comes to this, I have come to realize that I am.  Why?  He
told me why in the simplest of answers.  `Because it is your nature.' I've
come to accept it as reality.  After all, the figure in the mirror
certainly was me.

   His instructions had been short and to the point.  I was to wear
make-up. I chose a smoky purple shadow and applied it heavily.  I used
black eye-liner and applied it thickly.  This was followed by layers of
black mascara.  I even darkened my light eyebrows.  I finished my face with
blush and lipstick.  I was to `rouge' my nipples and cunt lips.  I had
nothing red but did the best I could with the brightest pink I had.  Since
my skin is fair and the bra was red, it didn't show up very much.  I was a
little concerned that this would not please Him.  I had brushed my hair
differently.  It wasn't neat and tidy.  I let it fall as it would and then
shook my head to make it look fuller.  He told me what to wear.  The bra
and panties were red.  I'd altered this bra for Him a good while back.  My
nipples poked through the holes that He had told me to cut in it.  The
panties were a pair of lacy thongs...nothing much more than a triangle of
lace with a little elastic up the crack of my ass and around the waist to
hold them up.  He told me what to write.  With the eyebrow pencil, I had
printed `SLUT' across my stomach in big letters.  Lastly, I put on the
leather collar with the silver letters spelling out the same word.  He had
not told me to wear this one in particular and I hoped it had been a good
choice.  I walked out of the bathroom and over to Mistress for Her
approval. I was rewarded with a slight, knowing smile.  She told me it
looked nice.  I thanked Her for the compliment.

   There were still a few more things to put on.  I had already laid out
the toys and set up the horse as I'd been directed.  I picked up the wrist
and ankle restraints and fastened them on myself.  Lastly, I put the
blindfold over my head but not over my eyes.  I assumed He wanted to
inspect me.  He had told me to leave it on my forehead.  There was nothing
for me to do now but wait.

   My mind went to my assignment of yesterday.  I was to wear the same bra
I now wore and a pair of matching panties that I'd cut along the crotch of
exposing my cunt.  I was to wear these to work.  Any time I went to the
bathroom, I was to put a clothes pin on each nipple and keep them with me
through the day.  My nipples became very sensitive and my clothes rubbed
against my exposed skin all day.  It made for a very long 8 hours.

   I thought about what He suggested doing to me in His e-mails.  He'd
mentioned bee





   stings and nipples in the same sentence more than once.  He told me He
thought He just might bring one or two along in a bottle.  Perhaps He would
take off the cap, hold the bottle against my breast, and let the creature
wander over my skin.  Maybe it would sting, maybe not.  He told me He had
heard that, after the initial wave of pain, it was most stimulating.  He'd
asked what I thought about having a needle pierce my skin.  He told me He
planned to raise the intensity higher this time.  How far, I wondered, how
far?  It had been quite a long time since I'd had a session with Him.  He
insinuated that He intended to make up for lost time.  He asked if my cunt
was wet.  He would out just how wet very soon now.

   I heard Him knocking lightly on the door.  I rose quickly to open it and
let Him in.  I moved behind the door and out of the way so He could come
in. As I lowered my head, I realized that I was feeling somewhat
self-conscious about my appearance.  It was as much about wondering if He
approved as about realizing that I was somewhat embarrassed.  I kept my
head down.

   He greeted Mistress.  I had moved to the other side of the room. 
Without even looking at me, He pointed to the floor.  I knelt, lowered my
head, and placed my hands on my thighs...and waited.  He moved behind me
and forced my head backwards.  I assume He did so in order to inspect my
face.  I kept my eyes clothes and hoped the blush I'd put on covered the
one I felt rise to my cheeks.  He removed His hand.

   He began questioning me about the assignment I'd done the day before. 
It seems I'd misunderstood His directions somewhat.  I wasn't to just do it
at work, I was to continue after I got home.  I tried to explain that I
didn't realize He meant all day but I could tell He was not satisfied with
me.  "Stand up." I stood as quickly as I could.  The need and excitement I
felt were making for weak knees.

   He took rope and tied one end of it to a ceiling hook and tied it to one
wrist restraint.  He did the same with the other hook and wrist and pulled
my arms up tightly.  He pulled the blindfold down over my eyes.  I spread
my legs wide apart when He told me to.  And, again, I waited.

   He was moving and I knew He would begin soon.  I was wondering where He
would strike first when His hand fell - full, open, and hard - on my ass. I
stiffened and didn't have to wait long for the second one to land just as
hard....always in pairs, always.  My body savored the stings and opened
itself up for more.  He worked His hand into my little panties and
announced to Mistress that I was quite wet.  Again, I felt the color rise
to my cheeks.  But the feel of His fingers against my cunt were enough to
make me forget that quite quickly.

   He came around and touched my nipples.  He commented that they didn't
appear to have been `rouged'.  I explained that I'd put blush on them but
had nothing red enough to make them any darker.  His eyes must have moved
down to the word on my stomach because His next comment expressed His
displeasure that I had not done it correctly.  I didn't understand what He
meant.  Again, I had missed something in His directions.  It was to be the
word `cumslut'.  I was





   so sure that I had done it right.  I almost spoke up to that effect but
held my tongue.  He very rarely makes a mistake like that.  The fault was
very likely mine.  `Strike two', I thought.  This was not a good beginning.


   He was moving around me.  I heard as He shuffled the toys around looking
for what He wanted.  All the while, He was discussing my shortcomings with
Mistress.  My humiliation mounted.  I was disappointed with myself for my
lack of focus.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of ratchets being
spread open.  I knew what He'd picked up.  I felt as He positioned the
clamps over one nipple and tightened it ever so slowly.  He fixed the
second one in place and left them hanging.  I welcomed the familiar pull
and my body opened further to what He might do next.

   He moved back behind me.  I felt His fingernails as He ran them up and
down my sides.  I backed against Him slightly.  I could feel His cock
through His pants and pressed against it.  He was talking to me.  I can
only remember the littlest bits of what He said.  He put His mouth to my
ear and whispered.  The whispers were punctuated by His tongue as it darted
into it as I strained to hear His words.  The strap came down on my ass and
I found myself raising it to meet the next one.  I wanted more...much more.
He strapped me well all over my ass and thighs...now and then touching my
cunt.

   Back in front of me again, He removed the clamps and sucked the blood
flow back into my nipples.  He was talking again.  I could barely hear Him
above the desire in my body but, when I heard Him discussing the bees He'd
brought with Mistress, He got my full attention.  I felt plastic against
one breast.  He lifted the blindfold for just a second and showed me the
jar He held in His fingers.  In that short space of time, I could see what
looked liked several wasps in it.  Was He really going to do this?  Were
they real bees?  He told me to be very still as He took the top off and
pressed the open container against me.  I barely breathed much less moved.
I felt something lightly touch a nipple and went absolutely rigid.  Again,
I felt that touch.  My mind was racing.  I knew the jar was against my
skin. The jar had a solid bottom.  I didn't know what else it could be.  He
capped the jar and moved to my other nipple.  The same process was
repeated. The soft touches came again but no sting.  He put the lid back
on. I let out a long, slow breath.

   He raised the bra and cupped both breasts and squeezed hard until I was
moaning aloud from the pain/pleasure.  He stopped and, after a moment,
began putting some other kind of clip on my nipples.  This was new.  They
weren't real tight or painful....at first.  I felt a small, stinging
sensation.  Mistress and He were talking.  It wasn't long before I realized
the stings were little jolts of electricity.  He cranked it higher and the
small stings felt more like needle pricks followed immediately by
vibration. I couldn't tell from any sound when He set His device higher but
I sure could feel it.  The pricks were much sharper now as was the
vibration.  He continued to raise the level.  There was a steady pulsing
and I no longer felt the sting.  What I can only describe as a vibration of
some sort shot deep down into my flesh....stimulating me incredibly.  As
the pulse began, my body seemed to wrap itself around it of its own accord.
It held me tightly in its grasp until it ebbed away only to repeat the
process each time.

   I wanted to cum in the worst way.  His hand was in my cunt.  The details
are vague now.  I know I begged.  I know He reminded that I didn't deserve
it.  After all, I couldn't even manage the simple things He'd asked me to
do to prepare.  The pulse that started in my nipples drove more deeply into
me.  My body throbbed in time with it and with the pulsing in my cunt.  I
know His hands continued to work my body into a frenzy.  I know I
came...long, strong, intense.  Then, He was releasing my hands from the
ropes that held them up.  I was guided to the bed and given a drink and a
moment to recover.

   As Mistress held a glass and then a cigarette to my lips, He began
moving things around.  I was vaguely aware of what He was doing but, as my
body calmed, I paid more attention.  He was positioning the horse.  I saw
Him checking out different lengths of rope.

   "Come here." I got up and stood beside the horse.  I wasn't sure what He
had in mind this time.  He hadn't placed the step-ladder near it that I use
to get up on it.  "Bend over." As I did, He guided my arms over it so that
my upper chest rested on it.  I was bent at a right angle from my waist. 
He dropped the blindfold back down and began working quickly with the
ropes. He worked His way around me until both wrist and ankle restraints
were tied to the legs of it, leaving my arms and legs spread far apart.

   "How many?" He asked, as He slid the paddle softly over my ass and I
shivered slightly knowing that would be replaced by something very
different.  "How many?", He asked again.  I never know how to answer.  I
settled on eight.  "Eight?  What an odd number." But, He seemed satisfied
with it.  He began.  I steadied myself for the pain that I knew was coming.
It's a large paddle.  He'd told me He was going to push my limits and the
blow was strong.  I sucked in a breath and found myself eager for the next
one.  From an earlier experience, I had learned to keep track of the
numbers.  That wasn't enough this time.  "What do you say." I thanked Him
quickly each time from then on.  "You aren't counting." I told Him that I
was and how many there had been.  "Out loud.  And, since, you didn't do it
from the beginning, start over."

   "Yes Sir" I groaned, "one, thank You, Sir." I continued to count and
thank Him out loud with each one.  I began to think about using the
safe-word...especially when He was dissatisfied with the way one of them
landed and laid down a harder one in its place.  I didn't though.  I wanted
to be pushed...to feel more...to go further.  He got to the eighth one and
a few more lighter ones as reminders of the mistakes I'd made.  I was
almost disappointed when they stopped.  My body had responded more strongly
than I'd anticipated.

   He wasn't finished with this position.  From behind, He turned His focus
to my cunt and began working it and my clit.  My body was raring to go and
I was asking Him for permission.  It was not to be had yet.  He was holding
me right on the edge, making me fight against my body to keep from cumming.
I begged over and over and kept being denied.  He was discussing with
Mistress how interesting it was to hold someone in this state and wondering
at the ability to keep release at bay.  I kept begging and finally wasn't
sure whether I was even speaking out loud or just in my mind.  All I was
sure of was the slow, steady movements of His hand.  I was eventually given
permission and my wait was very well rewarded.  I was too lost in the
surges of pleasure to remember to know anything but release.

   He untied me and led me again to the bed beside Mistress.  She soothed
me softly and held me until I was calm once more.  As before, I slowly
became aware that He was busy again.  He'd moved the horse back under the
ceiling hooks and put the step-stool beside it.  He was looking around and
asked where the saddle was.  It took a moment before my muddled mind





   realized what He was looking for.  The saddle is a length of smooth wood
about three inches in diameter and about a foot and a half long.  He placed
it on the horse and motioned for me.  He helped me up and adjusted the
`saddle' so that my cunt rested on it.  He hooked my wrists to the ceiling,
stretching my arms high.  He clipped my ankle restraints together under me
so that my full weight rested on that piece of wood.  I wrapped my hands
around the ropes that held them and steadied myself as well as I could. 
The blindfold was put back over my eyes.

   I felt Him put the clips back on my nipples and waited expectantly for
the first jolt to touch me.  I knew what to expect this time and braced
myself for it as best I could.  The first jolts bit into my nipples deeply.
I breathed through the needle-like stings and waited for the sensation that
would surge through me rhythmically.  The sharp pain passed into dull aches
as my body accepted what was being done to it.  Again, it reached deeply
into me and drew me into its grasp.  The hard wood between my legs did its
job as I rocked ever so slightly on it.  When He put His fingers between my
cunt-lips I had no choice but beg for release once again.  Permission was
given and I gave myself over to it without hesitation.  The throbbing in my
cunt kept time with that in my nipples and went flying over the edge again.

   The clips were removed from my breasts.  My ankles were released and
then my wrists.  The blindfold was raised and He helped me down off the
saddle.  Once more, I was lead to the bed to compose myself.

   Mistress was telling me to take a few deep breaths.  I did as She
directed.  As I calmed, She said to imagine what the electricity would feel
like on my clit.  I told Her that I had actually, at some point, thought
about that.

   "Oh?  Well, maybe W/we should find out." She relayed my words to Him and
I found myself laid back on the bed as He came to stand between my knees.
He had the little machine in one hand and a clip in the other.  I closed my
eyes and waited as He attached it.  I was already extremely sensitive and
could not imagine what this was going to do to me.

   The first wave was almost enough to make me use the safe-word but I had
learned enough to know that if I could make it through the first few, they
would be followed my intense pleasure.  I groaned through them and began to
ease as the pain transformed again into that gripping feeling.  This was
even better than on the nipples because my clit was the center of
attention.

   I hadn't been aware that Mistress had moved but, when I heard the
humming of the vibrator, I knew what She'd done.  The converted electric
toothbrush was brought into play.  The small tip was place on my clit, too.
Between the two devices, I was quickly at the edge again.

   I'm not sure I even asked permission.  I don't know how many times I
came.  I heard the deep, guttural sounds in my throat.  I felt my body arch
into wrenching climax after climax.  I was totally lost in my own body.  I
don't think I've ever cum so hard before.

   The vibrator was turned off and the clip was removed.  The day was not
over yet.  It was now my turn to return the favor for Him.  T/they helped
me up.  He removed His clothes and took my place on the bed.

   I bent forward to take His hard cock into my mouth.  I ran my tongue
over and around the head of it and pressed it into the flesh as I took it
completely into my throat.  My hands covered His balls and squeezed them
hard as I raised my head and lowered it over Him, again and again.







   I heard His breathing quicken and felt His balls tightening in my hands.
Slowly for a minute, and then quickly, I worked the length of Him in and
out of my mouth.  I was startled as He found His own climax.  I hadn't
anticipated it quickly enough and nearly choked and the hot stream of fluid
struck the back of my throat.  I didn't let go and managed to swallow.  My
tongue continued to stroke His cock as He spasmed through His pleasure.  I
caressed Him gently with my tongue and was rewarded as His body jerked
slightly with each touch of His sensitive organ.  Finally, I moved away
from Him

   I was done in.  I know They were talking now as He put His clothes back
on.  I don't remember the conversation.  I was again sitting with Mistress.
My mind was dull now and my body exhausted but in the best of ways.  They
said Their good-byes and I think I spoke to Him.  My body was still buzzing
as Mistress tucked me into bed.