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   Flight of Fantasy



   Plans have been made for Him to visit four days from now.  Mistress told
me about it just a little while ago.  Already, myriad possibilities wonder
through my mind.  She tells me there will be an assignment from Him and
perhaps it would be wise for me to check my e-mail.

   There is one.  He tells me to think.  Think about what I might wear. 
Think about what might happen.  Think about what I would like to happen. 
And then communicate it to Him.  He reminds me that, of course, what I
think may or may not have any bearing on what actually will happen.

   What might I wear?  Mentally, I rummage through my `sexy things drawer'.
There's the red corset...one piece...lacy.  Maybe the black silky camisole
with the almost-nothing matching black panties.  Then there's the white,
form-fitting, stretch lace two piece set.  Ah, I know.  I bought it a while
ago and haven't worn it yet.  It may be to His liking.  It's black and has
sparkly little rhinestones here and there.  It caught my eye because it is
little more straps.  The moment I saw it, I thought it would be perfect for
a session.  The upper portion of the bra and back is a series of thin
straps.  The lower portion has scattered bits that reflect light.  The
panties - and I use the term loosely - are little more than a badge to
cover the mons.  It, too, is mostly thin straps.  I picture myself wearing
it and wonder what He might think.  Yes, this would be my choice.

   What would I want Him to do to me?  There are almost too many
possibilities.  He has let me know that it will likely be a somewhat short
session.  So, I begin to consider those things that can be done in minimal
time with maximum effect.

   My first thought is electric...literally.  He has used it on me before
to my great enjoyment.  The clips on my nipples with the electricity
pulsing into them...into my body...stinging sharply at first...traveling
through my body...stimulating my desire.  Perhaps He would put one clip on
my clit.  The bite is much sharper there...as painful as it is pleasurable.

   How might I be positioned?  There is a new piece of equipment here and I
don't know if He has seen it yet.  A friend of Mistress's brought it not
too long ago.  It captured my imagination the moment I saw it and hasn't
let go.  It's a metal bar with three rings on it...one at each end and one
in the middle.  I have a mental image.  Ankle cuffs I would be wearing
would be secured to each end...spreading my legs wide...exposing me.  My
arms would be clipped together behind me by means of wrist cuffs and I
would lay on the floor on my back.  Two lengths of rope - each threaded
through one of the two hooks in the ceiling - would be tied to the ring in
the center of the bar.  He would then pull the rope and raise my legs as
far as possible.  There would be little of me that wouldn't be available
for His pleasure...and my pain.  Yes, this would be my choice.

   How would I wish to be tortured?  I have several favorites.  The large
paddle involves a large area of impact.  I don't just feel it where it
lands.  It's wallop jolts my whole body as it strikes.  The wide strap is
similar.  I can take more strokes with this.  Because it is smaller, it can
be used on more places...including breasts and cunt.  It, too, is
wonderful. Then there are the whips.  Among these, it is hard to choose. 
Perhaps, if I'm very lucky, He'll choose one of these....or all....or these
and more besides.

   Yes, I believe I have a most enjoyable scenario in mind.  He would
arrive and scrutinize my appearance.  Perhaps, touching here and there as I
removed what little I wore....a caress of the shoulder...several firm slaps
to my ass.  He would position me, raising my body to whatever height was
convenient for Him.  The clips would be placed on my nipples...feeling the
bite.  He would choose His instruments.  Pain would surround me...drive my
passion.  And I would beg finally.  Beg because I know He would arouse me.
Beg because of the desire He would build in me.  Beg for release...for
pleasure...for pain.  And, hopefully, permission would come quickly.

   And I would pleasure Him...to thank Him...to show my gratitude...to give
back to Him as much as He gives to me.  And so, the wait begins.

   Mistress asked me if I had checked for a message from Him.  I told Her I
had and what my assignment was.  The idea seemed to interest Her.  She
asked if I had done what He'd told me to do and I told Her that I had.  Of
course, She wanted to know what I'd chosen.  I told Her I'd e-mailed His
with my ideas and would happily send a copy to Her so She could read them.
But, no, She declared that She'd would, by far, rather hear it from my own
lips.  But then, She also knows that is difficult for me.

   I dropped my head to avoid eye contact and began to tell Her.  And, in
bits and pieces, laid my plan out for Her.  Occasionally, I raised my eyes
to Hers but quickly lowered them - embarrassed.  It's so odd to me that I
can present myself naked for who knows what but have such a hard time in a
face to face discussion of it.  But, I did finally get it all out and
waited for Her reactions.  I could tell from the little smile that played
around Her lips that much of it was to Her liking.  Her only concern being
whether the ceiling hooks would support me.  W/we agreed that, since I'd
often been strung up to them and pulled hard against them - as had others -
that they would hold.

   Bedtime came.  I laid close to Her and She turned toward me.  Her hand
moved along my body and came to rest between my legs.  She stroked my clit,
arousing my body and adding fuel to the thoughts that had filled my mind.

   "Please, Ma'am, can I cum." Her quick `no' came as a surprise but
shouldn't have.  I should have remembered.  It's one of Her favorite little
things.  She informed me that I wouldn't not be allowed release until it
was granted by Him.  And it would be four and a half days until then.  She
would make sure I was most needy and willing to comply during the meantime.

   The next day, I had a response from Him regarding my ideas.  He replied
that He thought I'd presented and `excellent scenario'.  I was more than a
little relieved that He approved and, in my next message to Him, thanked
Him for the compliment.  He went on to tell me, though, that I should be
prepared for the reality of it.  What if `you suggest something, and it is
two or three times more severe than you suggested?  What if I take it
several steps beyond?' I gave this some very careful thought and realized
this was exactly what I wanted.  I wanted to know...to feel.  I came to
realize that in writing the scene, I was looking to push my limits.  I
realized this was my way of relating this to Mistress and Him.

   The next few days drug by.  He sent me an erotic story to read.  I did -
and as I imagine was His intent - and it only served to make the wait
harder...feed my thoughts...my need.  Mistress stayed true to Her
plan...never allowing me release.  His e-mails were evocative...and
provocative.  My own thoughts swirled endlessly.

   But, the days - and nights - did pass.  I woke up one morning and
realized that the longest part of the wait was over but the longest hours
were still ahead of me.  I struggled out of the fog of sleep and the day
began.

   Mistress and I had O/our morning coffee together.  My mind, though, was
already wandering to the session that was to come in the early afternoon.
What would I do in the meantime to pass the hours as quickly as possible?
There certainly was plenty of time for me to get everything ready.  I did
have one appointment that would eat up an hour, but it wasn't even near
time for that yet.

   I couldn't help the restless feeling.  After W/we watched the morning
news, Mistress sat down to the computer.  This left me on my own.  I
piddled around the house...straightening this and that.  I went into the
closet and found the `attire' I had chosen.  They still had the tags on and
I removed those.  I ran the thin elastic straps through my fingers and
wondered what Mistress and He would think of me when I wore them.  I shook
my head to bring myself back to the moment and laid them down on the chest.
Later, I thought.

   I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock.  I didn't think the minutes could
go by any slower if I pulled the plug on it.  I thought about reading a
book but knew I wouldn't be able to keep my mind on the story.  I went over
all the things in my mind that I was to have ready.  His last instruction
had been to have the wrist and ankle cuffs on when He arrived.

   At least, it was time to get ready for my appointment and I busied
myself with that.  I got dressed for it, kissed Mistress and left.  It was
a relief to get away for a while.  It wasn't that I like leaving Mistress,
it's that there are so many reminders just lying around the house.  I also
knew that, once I got back, it would be time to start getting things ready.

   So, it was with much anticipation that I returned home.  Mistress spoke
with me for a bit and then went to the closet to get the clothes.  I closed
the bathroom door softly behind me as I prepared to shower.

   The house had grown quiet.  I've noticed this a few times now and
realize it is always so.  Just before a session, as if by some unspoken
agreement, Mistress and I do not speak or move around much.  I've wondered
if She is allowing me time to mentally as well as physically.

   The shower was warm and comforting.  I thought again about His `what
if's' and questioned the depth to which I wanted this to go.  I found
myself nodding my head `yes' and was certain I wanted to do this.  I just
wasn't quite certain how much I could, or would, be willing - or forced -
to take.

   I toweled off and began sorting all the various straps and straightening
them out.  I had a hard time with the bra and had to try two or three times
before I finally got it on right.  I hoped it would be easier to get it off
and found myself chuckling at the prospect of getting tangled up in it.  I
brushed my hair, put on my robe and slippers and began to get everything
else ready.

   I rummaged through the toy box until I found everything I needed.  I had
both sets of cuffs, the bar, the strap and whip, and plenty of rope.  I
also got the blindfold and the collar that spells out `slut'.  I draped a
sheet over the side of the box.  I returned to the closet for the paddles
and brought a spreader bar out `just in case'.

   There wasn't much to do now except wait...again.  This time it wouldn't
be long.  Mistress settled Herself on the bed and I sat in a chair near
Her. My hands trembled as I buckled the restraints and put on the collar.
She crooked Her finger and I pulled my chair close enough to Her that my
knees were between Hers.  As if I wasn't already in a great state of
arousal, She began touching my clit....stroking softly...rubbing.  I
couldn't help the whimper of frustration that escaped..

   The phone rang.  It was Him calling to let Mistress know He would arrive
very shortly..  The next moments afforded me the time to rethink the things
I'd asked for...and what I might get.  A shiver of anticipation ran through
me as His knock came at the door.  I slipped out of my robe and slippers,
took a deep breath, and went to open the door for Him.

   I stood aside to let Him in and, without a glance at me, He went to
greet Mistress.  They struck up a conversation.  I stood behind Him waiting
for direction.  He reached a hand towards me and pointed to the floor.  I
knelt immediately, lowered my head, and waited.  He had brought a new item
with Him.  He told Mistress He had picked it off the tree Himself.  He told
Her how He had sanded it until it was smooth and even pointed out a spot
that might cause injury...that it needed to be cut off.  I stole a glance
at it and wondered if He would test it on me.

   Mistress showed Him the ball gag a friend of Hers had made for Him.  I
watched as He turned it over in His hands, feeling the leather, gauging the
size of the hard ball in the center of it.

   "Maybe We should try it out." Mistress agreed it would be good to test
it He moved behind me and stroked my hair, still talking casually with
Mistress.  She asked Him what He thought of my choice of apparel.  He told
Her that He thought it a good one.  I breathed a little sigh of relief.  I
felt the gag as He lowered to my mouth, popped the ball in, and tightened
the strap at the back of my head.  It filled my mouth...stretching my
face...pushing my tongue back.

   "Present yourself."

   I rose from the floor, clasped my hands behind my head, and spread my
feet apart.  He touched...here...there...softly.  Fingers found and fondled
my breasts and nipples.  I let out my breath and closed my eyes in
expectation.  The harsh slap to my ass came as no surprise - He does it
often - it signaled the real start of the session.  I gathered myself,
waiting for the next one.  I was prepared to receive it but not what came
immediately after it.  I hadn't recognized the slight `whish' of the cane
just before Mistress launched it at my butt cheeks but I certainly felt the
sharp sting of it.

   He centered His hand and fingers in my cunt, driving me hard and strong
to the point of climax.  Mistress continued the assault on my ass.  The
pleasure between my legs only grew more intense as the pain from behind
mingled with it.  He took my hands from behind my head, put His fingers
through the rings on the wrist restraints and held them together...pulling
my hands down toward my shoulder blades...forcing me to bend slightly
backward....tensed.  He put His mouth over the ball that was in mine and I
felt as He ground His beard into the skin of my face.  His mouth went to
one nipple...nearly sending me over the edge.

   "You're not asking to cum...oh, you can't, can you." This was said with
a bit of a chuckle in His voice.  "Cum." I had become so focused on
controlling my release that it took a few seconds to realize He had granted
me permission....but only a few.  Sandwiched between Their combined
efforts, I let the orgasm wash over me...through me...and trembled from
head to toe in its grip.  But He wasn't finished with it yet.  I had barely
begin to come down when He renewed His focus on my clit.  His fingers flew
between cunt and clit and I was once again falling over that edge drowning
in the pleasure/pain that enveloped me.  Twice more He sent me into
full-body spasms of ecstacy...my entire body shaking from the force of
them. He let go of my hands, removed the gag, and helped me to the bed for
a brief respite.

   He began looking around now.  He asked for a sheet to lay on the floor
and Mistress pointed out the one draped over the side of the toy box.  He
spread it over the floor and told me to lay on it on my back.  I took a
deep, clearing breath and did as I'd been instructed.  I knew - or thought
I knew, at least - what was coming next.

   He positioned me under the ceiling hooks and told me to put my arms
straight down at my sides.  He attached one wrist to each side of the
spreader bar.  `This is so you will be more comfortable.  You won't be
laying on your hands.' I thanked Him and waited to see what would be done
next.  He clipped my ankles to either side of the metal bar and I fought to
keep my breathing even as He looped rope through the hooks above me and my
legs were drawn up and fully extended but my rear end was still on the
floor.  He moved back to my head and shoved the blindfold over my eyes.

   I felt the soft grip as clips were put on my nipples.  These didn't have
a bite to them...yet.  I knew what they were, though.  He had brought His
electric device and had just hooked me up to it.  I breathed lightly
through my mouth, steadying myself for what was next....wanting it...and
not.  My fingers gripped the sheet under me as the first jolt dug into the
flesh of my nipples.  My body arched into the next one.  He turned it up -
bit by bit - until He was satisfied with my reactions to it.  The
needle-like sensations gradually transformed into painless, sensual,
caresses that traced through me all the way to my clit.  I relaxed into
what I was feeling.

   I was vaguely aware that He was moving.  He settled into a seated
position with His legs stretched out along my sides, my cunt open to
Him...within easy reach.  My sensual reverie was interrupted with the slap
of the leather as it came down directly on my cunt.  Over and over He
struck me with it...arousing me even further with the painful stimulation
of clit.  He removed the clips from my nipples and put one on each cunt
lip. He didn't turn it on very high - thankfully - and the little bites
quickly became soft vibrations that I felt deep inside.

   "Can you cum from this?"

   "Yes, Sir," I answered quickly...hoping He would allow it.  My cunt felt
alive with as the current thrummed its steady rhythm.  He reached up with
His hands and fondled my nipples as He gave His permission.  The added
stimulus had my hips rocking with the impending release.  I let it envelope
me as my body arched into it.

   I was still in its throes as He asked Mistress if He could use
`toothy'....the adapted electric toothbrush.  Oh my, I was in for it now.
The thing drives me clear over the edge in very short order...and I was
already over it.

   I heard it hum as it was turned on.  It touched me and the strong
vibrations combined with the current still throbbing on either side of it
were more than I could withstand.  The shock of the whip across my breasts
made my breath catch.  With Mistress lashing them and my cunt on fire with
pleasure, I came again....and again.....and again.  Time slowed.  I felt
the beat of `toothy', of the clips, of Mistress's strokes.  My body arched
time and time again and I heard the noises coming from me.  It was becoming
more than I could stand.  I became too sensitive.  Each touch shook me
until I knew I could stand no more.

   "Red, red...." Everything stopped.  `Toothy's hum was silenced.  The
clips were removed.  I struggled for breath and fought to relax.  My body
slowly calmed and the throbbing deep inside was no longer extreme.  It was
pleasant, soft.  The trembling of my body eased and I became aware once
more of myself...my surroundings.

   And aware that He wasn't quite finished with me yet.  He removed the
clips from my cunt lips.  I had expected Him to let me down so it was a
great surprise when I felt the first fiery touch of one of the clips as He
drew it touched me with it.  I gasped at the shock to my body.  There was
no time to try to prepare for the next touch of it.  This is what it must
be like to be pierced very deeply with a hot needle.  It's much different
than the sensations on my nipples.  It wasn't left in one place long enough
to convert to the pleasurable throbbing I'd come to know.

   He touched my clit with it and I thought I might scream...but I didn't.
I wanted more of it....but I didn't.  He drew both clips slowly down my
cunt lips and I felt the fire all along the length.  I barely drew in my
breath from that when He touched my clit again.  Of its own volition, my
ass raised itself off the floor when He drug it along my cunt.  I wondered
briefly if it was actually burning me.  It felt like it.  I almost expected
to smell burnt flesh.  It touched me over and over and I realized I was
starting to fight it...trying to get out of its way.  I knew I was at the
edge of what I could bear.  I had to make it stop.

   "Red...red......red......" And it stopped.  And the pain stopped.  And I
could breathe again.  My legs were returned to the floor and loosed from
the metal bar.  My hands were released from the spreader bar.  I hadn't the
presence of my to even straighten out my legs.  He did that for me.  He
went to sit on the bed and I was allowed time to compose myself.  I laid on
the floor for a good while.

   Mistress and He were again talking and, finally, I got up...completely
satisfied and very tired.  But, it was the exhaustion of
fulfillment...physical, mental, sexual.  I knew there was one more thing
for me to do.  It was something I always look forward to.  It was now my
turn to satisfy His need.

   He sat in a chair and motioned for me to kneel before Him.  Still
speaking with Mistress, He indicated I was to loosen His belt and begin.  I
moistened my lips took Him into my mouth.  He began to harden quickly.  I
worked my tongue under the head of His cock the way He'd taught me to.  I
took His balls in one of my hands and squeezed them tightly.  He grew hard
and long.  I worked my lips down its length until they were touching His
belly.  I had every bit of Him in my mouth and throat.

   I was so focused on Him that, when the lash fell on my ass, I was
startled - pleasantly - but didn't miss a beat.  Mistress continued with
the whip...adding to my desire to please Him.  He was close to cumming and
His cock was rock-hard.  I swallowed the thick, hot cum that shot into the
back of my throat...swallowing and sucking.  I wanted to milk Him dry.  I
kept Him in my mouth even after He was finished...pressing with my
tongue...taking the length of Him in again.  Finally, I slowly eased away
from Him...swallowing the last of His juices.

   The session was over and it was all that I could have hoped for.  He
gathered His things and said His goodbyes.  Mistress held me and soothed me
and put me to bed for a good, long nap.  Only the most pleasant of thoughts
wondered through my head as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.



   .........annie