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   Doubles





   It was raining hard and the road was not a familiar one.  I was late.  I
looked again at the directions and my watch.  From what I could figure, I
would be about 15 minutes late.  They would be waiting and probably not too
happy about it.

   I could almost hear Them.  Well, one of Them anyway.  I'd never met the
other.  There had been a few brief exchanges on the internet.  I'd seen His
picture...and His special "room".

   The room was not large and was crowded.  The biggest part of it was
taken up by the table in the center of it.  It wasn't meant for platters of
food.  Today, it was meant for me.  It was an exam table.  It was the kind
of table you lay on at the doctor's office.  I figured I had quite an
examination coming up.  This was not a good way to start.

   The rest of the room was lined with various tables and
cabinets...covered with all manner of exam tools.  I'd seen - and felt - a
lot of them before.  But there was quite a number whose purpose I could
only imagine.

   And then there was the ceiling.  A contraption of ropes and pulleys was
fixed to it.  I knew its purpose and it made me quiver inside to know that
I'd soon be bound to both table and ceiling...at Their disposal.

   Three people in the room would make it seem even smaller.  The fourth
person would leave just enough space for Them to get around.  And there
would be a fourth for this doubles match.  Master T's regular sub was to
join U/us.  But she wasn't arriving until later.  It would be just me for a
good while.

   My hand wandered to the thin, straight piece of cane that was across my
lap.  I imagined its sting as I lay there helpless.  I'd been told to bring
an item with me that would be used on me.  This was my choice and I was
familiar with it.  I knew its bite.

   I brought my attention back to the road.  I had to be getting very close
now.  I could still turn back - not go through with it.  I was beginning to
wonder if this was really such a good idea.  The prospect had excited me
but, as I was starting to understand, imagination and reality are two
entirely different things.

   This was a solo trip.  My Mistress would not be there.  She wouldn't
watch to be sure nothing would go too far.  I wouldn't hear Her voice.  I
wouldn't feel Her touch or know Her familiar scent.  Master R.  would be
there and I trusted Him completely.  But, Master T.  was, as yet, an
unknown.

   I had something, though, that would keep me connected to Her.  I touched
the collar that was around my neck.  It was Her mark.  She had put it there
and buckled it tightly.  She'd also chosen my clothes...every stitch.  She
liked Her choice.

   I began again to think about Master T's sub.  I'd never had an
opportunity to be in such a situation before.  I couldn't help but wonder
if I'd measure up.  Today would be full of new things.  I questioned, yet
again, whether I had the nerve.

   There it was...His street.  I found His parking area.  Master R.  was
outside...waiting.  Again I thought it wasn't good to be late.  I'd hoped
for a moment to calm myself before going in but Master R.  motioned for me
to get out of the car.

   I felt my hands tremble as I turned off the engine.  I fumbled with the
keys, picked up my purse and the cane, and got out.  He commented on my
lack of promptness.  I offered the weather and the newness to the area.  He
accepted it but I knew He wasn't pleased.  I swallowed hard and followed
Him inside.

   Master T's place held all the outward appearances of any other nice
home. In the dim light, I could see the kitchen, dining area and large,
comfortable living room.  I had no idea where the "room" might be. 
Introductions were made.  Master T.  was a large man but His voice was
pleasant...cordial.  I gave Master R.  the cane and He nodded approval.

   The formalities were over.  Walking between Them, I was shown into the
"room" I'd spent much time imagining.  I glanced here and there trying to
see what I would be facing.  The prospects were intimidating.  My eyes,
however, were drawn to the table.  I was not to have much time to think
about it all.  I'd been late and They wanted to start.

   Master T.  began showing me some of His toys.  There was an enormous
array of them.  He touched a few and explained the purpose of some others.
Many were still something of a mystery.

   W/we returned to stand at the foot of the table.  I was told to undress.
I thought about how carefully Mistress had chosen my clothes.  I pulled the
white, knit top over my head.  I knew Their eyes were on me.  The black
heels with the little ankle straps came off next.  The short, black skirt
with the slit up the side was unzipped and slid down.  I was handing each
item off to Master R.  I took a deep breath and slipped the white lace
teddy up over my head...almost finished.  The thigh-high stockings were
next.  As I put my thumbs in the waist of the lacy briefs and pulled them
off, I felt like bacteria under a microscope.  The little red collar was my
only adornment.  I stood there, hoping my face didn't show my
embarrassment. Master R.  took the clothes out of the room

   I was led to the end of the table.  I sat at its edge and laid down. 
Master T.  began positioning me.  He moved quickly and efficiently.  He was
not new at this.

   One at a time, He wound rope many times around my wrists.  My arms were
drawn away and slightly down from my sides.  He tied them down slightly
lower that my body.  I couldn't raise my shoulders.  He put the heel of
each foot in a stirrup on either side of the end of the table.  The rope
again...around and around and around...was secured.  I couldn't take my
feet out of them and wouldn't be able to draw them together.  More rope was
soon circling my upper thighs.  My knees were forced wide apart and tied in
place.  I could feel the edge of the table under my ass.  A wide strap was
drawn across my waist and hooked.  Another narrower one was pulled firmly
across my chest, just under my breasts.  I wouldn't be able to move my hips
or even arch my back.  I would be allowed precious little movement.  They
would have easy access and a lot of room to work.

   Master T.  was scrutinizing my cunt...touching, spreading, probing. 
"You take very good care of this" He said as He worked my clit between
thumb and finger.  A sharp intake of breath and the involuntary movement of
my hips gave away my excitement.  There would be no way to hide it in this
position.

   As He was exploring, my eyes drifted up to the ceiling.  Suspended from
it was a jumble of ropes, pulleys and odds and ends.  There were small
rings on of it.  I shivered.  I decided to look away.  His toys were
everywhere.

   The dread built in me again as I thought about what would be done to me.
I knew, though, that even as my mind felt the fear, my body was
excited...wanting...waiting.  It's a combination that heightens everything.

   Master R.  had returned to the "room".  They were discussing various
parts of my body.  He moved up by my head and I was abruptly in the dark.
He had blindfolded me.  There is much to be said for not being able to see
what's going on.  There is an illusion.  Even though I'm the one who can't
see, it feels like I'm covered...like I can't be seen.  And today, I'd be
seen by many eyes.  But then I remembered.  Master R.  had His camera with
Him.  I would, after the fact, see myself.  As comforting as a blindfold
is, I can only wonder, listen, feel...and wait.

   There was movement in the "room"...rustling, tinkling sounds.  Then,
hands were on my breasts, fondling each nipple.  I knew why.  They were
getting the nipples hard...for clamps.  I took a deep breath just as I felt
the bite when the first one went on.  The second was applied quickly.  My
knees would have drawn together had they not been forced to stay open.  The
familiar jolt traced a path of pleasure down my belly and centered deep in
my cunt.  I wanted more.  I wouldn't be disappointed.

   Master T.  was still at the foot of the table.  He was busy again.  I
felt fingers on my clit...and something else.  He was fitting something to
me.  As I felt increased pressure on it, I realized it was suction of some
kind.  He increased the pull of it and I began to squirm with desire.  He
removed His hands but the suction remained.  He tapped it a few times and
shots of pleasure darted through me.  He stopped...and warned me.  I was
not to cum without permission...ever.  He told me what my punishment would
be.  He had a small whip with many tails and I would receive five lashes
with it on my open sex.  They would not be soft, little taps either.  I
took another deep breath and won the battle with my body...this time.  I
had to admit to myself, though, that I was tempted.  They already had me
wanting to cum badly...and I wanted to feel those lashes.  I had to remind
myself of my purpose here.  It was to serve.  It was to be what They wished
me to be and do as They wished me to do.  This was not about me.

   My attention was diverted to my aching nipples.  Master R.  was busy,
too.  He was attaching something to the clamps - pulling at each one -
testing.  Master T.  moved up to join Him.  One on each side, They were
securing them to the device above me.  They were chatting but I couldn't
think past the pleasure from the thing on my clit and the pain from my
breasts.  I told myself over and over that I'd better not cum...not yet.  I
felt the air stir as someone moved away.  Master T.  was again between my
legs, toying with the suction device that held my swollen clit.  I gritted
my teeth to control myself.  I only barely managed.  His fingers plunged
into me.  I heard my breath whistle between my teeth.  He withdrew them,
leaving me very shaky.

   They were chatting again.  I felt the first real pull on my nipple. 
They were being stretched up...and up...and up.  I had no way to ease off
of it...I couldn't move in the bonds.  They were talking about weights.

   Master R.  finally stopped pulling but there would be no relief.  He had
secured them there...painfully stretched.  He flicked at one nipple with
His fingertip, then the other.  The pain jolted me just as I felt the first
fall of thin strips of something like leather sting.

   I heard Master T.  leave the "room" but I was given no chance to rest.
Master R.  kept His attention on my breasts.  A couple quick slaps left me
moaning softly as the pain went to a higher level.

   "Stay in the game, pet" was whispered softly, close to my ear.  I knew
what He meant.  My place was to keep focused on the desires of the
Masters...not my own.  He turned my head to the side where He was standing.
I heard the zipper come down and felt the soft skin of His hard cock at my
lips.  I had to strain hard against the bonds but managed to take Him into
my mouth.  I used my tongue and lips to give Him as much pleasure as I
could.  I couldn't move enough to take in any more of Him.  But, he didn't
succumb.  I knew, then, that there was much more in store for me.  I knew
my endurance would be sorely tested.  He sipped up His pants and moved out
of my reach.

   Master T.  returned and got busy again.  He began lashing the soft,
sensitive area of the inner thigh..he struck repeatedly...sharp little
bites on my skin.  Each time one landed, it jarred the suction still
attached to my clit.  The need to cum grew stronger as each one landed.

   That need abated somewhat when the first weight was added to the pull on
a nipple.  It faded further when another was put on the other one...and
another...and another.  I don't know how many, but my breasts burned with
the pain.  The suction on my clit added enough pleasure to keep me going.

   Just as I thought the pain was worth enduring for the pleasure, the
suction was removed.  For a moment, al I had was the pain...and the desire.
Fortunately, it wasn't that way very long.  Master T.  began massaging my
extremely swollen clit.

   Then, I heard it.  I knew its sound...knew what it would do to me. 
Master R.  had His little invention with Him.  It was a simple thing.  It
had a small, smooth tip and vibrated.  As soon as it touched my clit, I
knew I had to beg permission...and I did.  The little device is the one
thing I can't withstand and I knew it.

   "Please, please, Sir, please can I cum?" I was rewarded with low
chuckles only.  I was in agony and near ecstasy.  Again I begged "please,
Sir." Over and over I pleaded until I knew I was lost.  But, I was spared
and given permission just in time.  I let it roll over me.  Wave after wave
flooded my senses.  The pleasure was so strong it was almost painful in
itself.

   Each time my cunt spasmed, my body jerked.  My nipples were suffering
because of it but I didn't care.  I was brought to climax over and over and
over.  I nearly used my safe-word.  It had become more than I could take.
Even the tiniest touch was now too intense.  He must have known.  He
stopped.  I realized how fast and hard I was breathing and set to trying to
calm myself.

   Master T.  had moved away and Master R.  now stood between my legs.  He
began fondling my over-sensitive clit.  His touch was soft but insistent. I
couldn't help the small moans that rose in my throat.  He was bringing me
to the edge of another climax but He was in no hurry.  He brought me to the
edge and just held me there.

   "Please Sir, please...." drifted from my lips but I was ignored. 
Instead, He spoke to Master T.  He was apparently enjoying my agony/ecstasy
and drawing it to Master T.'s attention.  He was pointing out how I was
being held, by only the slightest touch, on the verge of release.  I didn't
have to fight it.  Because He knows me so well, He was able to keep it from
me...prolong the agonizing wait.

   I don't know how long I waited like that.  I could think only of what
was going on between my legs.  I waited for His voice and hand to give me
permission.  I was barely breathing as my entire body was held rigid with
want and need.  I felt the slightest increase in pressure from His hand and
was again begging with all my might.  "Cum pet." It took only those two
words and the slightest quickening of His movements and I was lost in it.
Pleasure radiated from His touch and seized me as few orgasms have.  He
held me there, too.  It was exquisite in its intense softness.  He let me
come down slowly and it was a few moments before I was even aware of my
surroundings again.

   Somewhere during all this, I'd been aware of another sound.  It was a
moment before my brain understood the sound my ears heard.  It was the
doorbell.  Master T's sub had arrived.  My body was writhing but in a
corner in my mind, I was aware of her.  I was aware that she could hear me
because I could hear as she was brought into the "room."

   Vaguely, I wondered if she looked at me.  How could she not see me? 
What did she think as she saw me there...splayed open...groaning out a
climax...in her place on the table.  I wondered what I would have
thought...if I'd be jealous....curious.

   Thoughts of her left as I was brought again and again to the place where
there is nothing but the body as it explodes in sensation.

   As I calmed down, I heard her being bound in some way.  I could tell she
was to the right of the foot of the table.  I heard her "yes Sirs" as she
was told what to do .  I had the impression she was standing.

   Imagine being a blind voyeur.  That was me at this point.  I heard
Master R.  working with her.  Master T.  moved to my side, against my hand.
Instinctively, I reached for His cock and massaged it.  Once I started, I
wasn't sure it was the right thing to do.  I was more than a little
relieved as He moved against my hand.  He made no objection but He did
remark to Master R.  later that I was, indeed, something of a slut since it
came so naturally.  Of course, Master R.  agreed.  He moved away.

   The Masters were discussing various aspects of her training.  I was
being left alone for a moment.  I took as much advantage of the calm as I
could.  But I couldn't completely relax.  My breasts were still stretched
tight and burdened with the weights.  I listened to Them and her misery to
take my mind off of my own.

   She was being stimulated and whipped.  I could hear both pain and
pleasure in her cries but my attention was drawn elsewhere.  Hands were at
work between my legs again.  I recognized the tight pinch as the first
clothespin was put in place on my swollen cunt lip.  It was followed
quickly by five more -three on each side.  I felt the pain as fingers ran
across them like a kid runs a stick along a fence.  I tried to close my
legs to get away from it but my only reward for that effort was rope
digging into my skin.

   I heard as a length of tape was torn from a roll.  I felt the hand as it
bent the pins back on one side to rest flat against my leg.  They were
taped to stay there.  The other side got the same treatment.

   He left me like that for a moment...wide open...gaping.  I was aware
again of my counterpart.  I could hear her cries of pleasure mingle with
grunts from her pain.  I heard another sound, too.

   I also knew this one.  I heard the familiar whine as it powered up.  It
was an electric toy designed to deliver painful little shocks from its tiny
tip.  It works.

   I stiffened.  It was on my side of the room and I realized I had just
been prepared for it.  There was no warning.  The jolt hit my clit.  It
felt sort of like a small bee sting...quick and sharp.  It hurts but it
also stimulates.  He touched all over my cunt.  Every few touches, He would
hold it in one spot for a second or so.  A second may not seem a long time
but its forever when it comes to this thing.  It brought deep, involuntary
groans from me.  It touches you and it holds on.  The body goes rigid until
it is removed and the bite of it is felt deep inside.

   He was moving again.  He was at my side and He'd found other targets. 
He went back and forth on my nipples.  They were already in a sad state and
so very sensitive now.  It felt like fire.  He worked His way back down my
body...little touches all over.  He ended back at my cunt.  After one long,
last touch, He turned it off.

   I let out a long slow breath and couldn't help the shiver that shook me.
As I felt my teeth unclench, I was again conscious of the other girl. 
Master R.  was slapping her breasts rhythmically.  The cadence was bringing
steady moans from her.  I could hear the slap of His hand on her skin and
knew He'd moved to her ass.  He must have had His other hand between her
legs.  I heard her approach another climax.

   I remember thinking that she was probably only intermittently as aware
of what was happening to me as I was of her.  When the pain, or pleasure -
or both - become intense, it blocks out everything else.

   Master T.'s voice brought my brief musings to an end.  He was speaking
to me as He inserted a dildo in me.  I recall thinking it was rather small
and had an odd feel.  He was telling me He was going to fill me all the way
up.  The thing was inflatable.  He had lubed me well before He put it in.
It started to get larger inside me and He was moving it slowly in and out.
For a minute or so, it was feeling wonderful.  It kept getting larger.  It
caused the clothes pins to pull as it went in and out and my cunt lips were
paying the price for it.  It felt like it was getting too big.  I was being
stretched.  I tried vainly to pull away from it.  Even that slight movement
brought new pain to my tortured nipples.  I was at the end of my rope.  I
was nothing but the pain.

   "Red." I whispered hoarsely.  And then "red" again.  I managed to say it
loud enough this time for Him to hear.

   Immediately the pressure was off and the pain inside me stopped.  It was
such a relief that I forgot my other torments.  He slid the deflated dildo
out and it left no lasting discomfort.

   Left once again with a quiet moment, I considered what Master T.'s sub
was enduring - and enjoying - at the hands of Master R.  I heard the level
of her pain rise again in her voice.  I heard as something leather made
contact with her exposed body.  Where it landed, I could only guess, but it
didn't land softly.

   And, as before, I didn't have long to ponder her situation or how she
may relate to mine.  Her groans and mine soon joined in a strange harmony.
He was moving His fingers rapidly in and out of me.  He found that place
inside that brings such extreme pleasure.  His hand pumped faster and
faster and quickly I was begging permission.  He didn't make me wait this
time.  Another climax crashed down over me.  He continued for I don't know
how long.  Like soldiers, they followed in a line of pleasure that seemed
to stretch forever.  But, finally, He did slow down and stop.  I was
breathless and trembling and had forgotten all about the clothe spins and
my breasts.

   My body was still trembling and my breathing quick.  I was given a
little to come down.  I heard Master R.  begin to take the other girl out
of her bondage.  I could hear the buckles being undone and recognized the
relief in her voice when she was free.  He led her out of the room.

   Master T.  was moving around me.  I was being freed also.  He pulled the
tape from my thighs and a fresh shot of pain jolted me.  He removed the
clothes pins in rapid succession.  They always hurt much more coming off
than going on.  My skin was burning.  He began massaging the area and it
felt like my cunt was on fire but it also helps bring the blood supply
back. As He was doing this I could only imagine what my breasts would go
through.  I didn't imagine quite enough.

   He slowly eased them down and the burn began.  He asked if I was ready.
I told Him I was and took a deep breath and held it as He took off the
first clamp.  If I hadn't been tied down, I probably would have come off
the table.  The second one came off and the pain doubled.  He rubbed the
nipple, one in each hand, and I had to grit my teeth hard to keep from
yelling with the pain.  I heard Him chuckle as He did it.  But, it was
getting better.

   I was hearing noises again, from another room.  I heard leather fall on
naked skin and cries of pain.  I had no idea what was going on.  I had
thought that this would be about the end of this session but began to
realize that wasn't going to be the case.

   Master T.  removed the blindfold from my eyes.  I had to close them
tight against the light.  I was blinking hard trying to focus as He began
to undo all the ropes and straps that held me.  He loosened my wrists and
rubbed the circulation back into them.  I hadn't realized how cold they had
become.  He went from side to side and undid the ropes that bound my
thighs. Then, He did the same with my feet and ankles.  I had gotten so
stiff that He had to help me move my legs.  He removed the straps that held
my torso down.  He helped me sit up and get my bearings.  The sounds from
the other room were getting louder.

   He helped me off the table and indicated that I was to follow Him.  W/we
went into the living room which now looked much different that it had when
I arrived.  A long metal table had been put up in the center of the room.
Two bath towels had been laid across it.  The other girl was already in
place...laying across it.  She was bent across it and her wrists bound to
the other side of it on one towel.  Master R.  was busy with her.  He was
using a strap on her ass and she moaned deeply with each blow.  The other
towel was for my comfort.

   Master T.  showed me to my position.  I was to face the opposite
direction of her.  He bent me across the table and spread my legs wide
apart.  He then went to the other side and my arms were pulled taut and my
wrists secured.  When He had me stand at the table, he spread my legs wide
apart.  We were side by side but couldn't see each other's face.  He moved
away.

   He had come back around to my back and I hadn't expected the strap to
land so quickly.  I gasped at it and began to fall in to the rhythm of His
strokes.  Again, her moans and mine combined and we sang a song of
pain....no pleasure was being given to balance it out.

   A strange sort of parade began.  The Masters were moving constantly
around the table.  Each time They passed an exposed ass, They struck it. 
Around and around, blow after blow, They continued.  We mirrored each
other...sight and sound.  The parade stopped and we were soon dancing to a
new tune.  This time, it was pleasure.  We were brought to simultaneous
climax and the song we sang became louder and more breathless.  The parade
had come to a rest.

   Our bonds were being loosened by our respective Masters.  It was time
for the last dance.  Master T.  finished first and He and his sub moved off
a little.  While Master R.  finished releasing me, I could hear the sounds
as She began to suck Her master's cock.  Master R.  moved to a chair and I
knelt in front of Him.

   I didn't have to be told what to do.  I took His cock into my mouth and
did what I knew He liked so well.  I slid my lips down over the length of
it and worked my tongue over it as I moved back toward the tip.  I bathed
the tip of it with my tongue and worked my way back down.  I was rewarded
as I felt become even harder and recognized the slight peppery taste of it
as He came close to His own release.  All the while I worked on Him, I
could hear her as she mirrored me with Master T.  The whole situation was
highly erotic...much more so than I thought it might be.

   I began to focus all my attention on my Master now.  I knew from His
groans, the stiffening of His body, and the feel of His cock that He was
ready.  I wrapped my hand around His balls and took Him deep in my throat,
using the back of my tongue to squeeze the head against the roof of my
mouth and massage it there.  I felt that one last swelling as He began to
spurt deep in the back of my throat.  I swallowed several times as I held
Him there like that...able to move Him in my mouth just a little to allow
it to last as long as possible.  He let out a long, low groan as it
subsided but I continued with my tongue, giving those little aftershocks.
He finally pulled my head away.  He was sated.

   Master T.  was reaching His own peak I could now hear and see T/them.  I
could picture myself now in her position.  I knew how she wanted to please
Him.  I knew that she was working hard to give Him all the pleasure that
was in her power to give.  I could see Him receive it and I knew the
satisfaction that it brought her.

   Things had come to an end for this day.  Master R.  got dressed.  I went
to where my clothes were and began putting them back on.  I couldn't help
thinking what I had felt as I took off each piece.  My fear had been abated
and my questions had been answered.

   I picked up my purse and waited as Master R.  said His good-byes to
Master T.  His sub came to Him and, for the first time today, we were able
to see each other face to face.  We spoke no words but there wasn't any
need.  Much can be communicated in a single look.  We shared something
today.  There was no shame in her eyes and I felt none on my part.  We gave
each other a genuine smile and I was led out the door.

   Master R.  told me good-bye and that I was to be careful on the drive
back.  I got into the car and put the key into the ignition.  My hands no
longer trembled.  I put the thin strip of cane back across my lap and
pulled out of the parking lot.

   I was headed back to my Mistress.  She would want a full accounting.  I
began to organize my thoughts.  There had been much today that I'd never
experienced before.  I'd learned and grown in experience.  I would talk
about all this with Her.  It would be good to get Her take on
it....listening to Her soft voice...reliving it with Her....learning from
it.





   ............annie