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   Mind Control

   "Write it down," He said after it happened.

   "Yes," She agreed.  "We'd be most interested to know what you
experience.

   Those weren't quite Her exact words.  My memory is cloudy but I know
They both were very interested in a description of the event.  This was the
third time for it - to varying degrees - and I'm still not sure how to
describe it.  The reality - he process - still leaves me scratching my
head, wondering at the magic of it.

   The session had been scheduled for the morning, early - 9.  Now that
might not seem early to most folks but, when one works until 11pm the night
before and gets to bed quite late, being prepared by that hour of the
morning is something of a challenge.  And, if one is usually a dead-head as
I am, it's difficult - no matter how great the need and desire.  Then, when
He called shortly after 8 and was ready to start, I knew the rush was on. I
relayed His message to Mistress.  She told me to remind Him that He had
scheduled this for 9 but that He was welcome to come on over while I got my
shower.  I gave Him Her answer and He said He'd be there shortly.

   I started to get my sleepy self out of bed but Mistress told me to
finish my coffee...there was time.  Now I was between the proverbial rock
and hard place.  I rather think She enjoys putting me there - as is Her
privilege.  She knew I didn't have a great deal of time and that He valued
punctuality and I would be cutting it close.  But She also knows I'm no
good without a bit of time and a cup of coffee in the morning.  Still, my
mind thought ahead to what He would think if He came in and I was sitting
there sipping instead of preparing myself for Him.

   So, I drank up - quickly enough to empty the cup but not so fast as to
seem unappreciative of Her concern that I would be fully functional.  My
ears were focused on the door, listening for His soft knock.  Sipping,
acutely aware of the quickening in by belly after I spoke with Him.

   Finally finished, I set the cup down and got to my feet.  I dragged the
heavy box of toys to the side of the bed, got the larger ones from the
closet, and headed for the shower.  This was going to be close.

   I didn't hear Him come in but the sound of His voice drifted into the
bathroom and I hurried.  I nearly jumped out of my skin when He opened the
door and told me I had better not make Him wait past 9.  There would be
punishment if I did.  Punishment.  He has not done that often or severely.
My thoughts centered on the thought.  Maybe I would like it.  Maybe I'd
like to push Him to do it.  Maybe not.  I had stopped what I had been doing
while my thoughts drifted and moved faster.  Still, the thought intrigued
me.  I found my body responding to the possibility.  I'm such a pain
slut...among other things.

   However, I did not want to be disrespectful.  I didn't want Him to think
I took Him for granted or that I didn't want this.  I was eager for this
session.  It had been a good while since the last one.  So, I put on a
little make-up, my slippers and robe, and stepped out of the bathroom to
face Him.

   "You're late.  I was ready at almost an hour ago and, here you are -
late.  I guess you really don't want this very much do you?" His voice was
stern.

   "I do want it Sir." I didn't have to try to sound convincing.  I wanted
- needed - this.

   "Strip" He said, "and put on your restraints."

   I trembled slightly as I fastened the ankle and wrist cuffs.  I fumbled
with the `slut' collar.  I had to snap it on three times before I got it
right.  He admonished me to hurry and that only made it worse but I finally
managed.

   "The blindfold" He said.

   I rummaged through the box, found it, and stood quietly waiting for His
next command.

   "Well......have you forgotten what to do with it?  Put it on.  You
certainly don't seem to be very interested in this."

   "I am Sir.  I am." I hoped He didn't really think that.  I was more than
interested.  My body was more than ready.  I didn't know what He was going
to do this time but I wanted it.  He knows me...body and mind.  He never
fails to feed the great hunger within me.

   His back was to me.  I chanced a glance at Mistress and returned the
smile She gave me.  Whether Hers was from enjoyment of my predicament,
humor, or perhaps considering what role She would play today I didn't know.
Whatever it's origin, I found it encouraging and soothing.

   I put the blindfold on.

   "Can you see anything?" He asked.

   "No Sir."

   "Good."

   "Come here."

   I followed the sound of His voice and He centered me between the ropes
hanging from the ceiling.  Quickly, my wrist restraints were clipped
together and tied to the single rope that was left after He brought the two
ends of it together.  He didn't waste a second once He began.  There was no
gentle beginning today...no massage of my shoulders or neck....no soft
touches down the length of my arms.

   "Spread your legs apart." I quickly complied.  "I think We need a towel
under you.  I felt the edges of it against my feet as it was laid on the
floor.  "Just in case you drip."

   The strap struck hard.  I gasped with the surprise and pain.  There was
a long series of them...hard, painful.  I felt the response in my cunt even
as my mind rebelled against the pain.  The original jolts were translating
quickly into increased sexual desire.  I raised my ass to them, wanting
more.  It was a few seconds before I realized they were being echoed from
another source.  Mistress and Master had doubled up on me.  The blows were
fast, furious, and spread the pain over my back, butt, and legs.  I writhed
to the uneven rhythm, unable to anticipate, unable to resist.  I was Their
target.  They had wonderful aim.

   Mistress continued as He parted my thighs, opened my cunt-lips, and
began His assault.  I had already passed the point of just wanting to cum.
I could only hold on to my response.  My mind fought hard against the urges
of my body.  My thoughts centered on the blows from behind...feeling the
pain...only the pain.  I knew it was too soon, especially since I'd annoyed
Him by being late.  The crop (or was it a flogger now) continued and His
fingers moved into me...working that irresistible spot....combining the
pleasure and pain.  I could only moan my want...desire....need.

   "She is very, very wet." He directed His comments to Mistress.

   "Is she now?" Her response holding more than a touch of sarcasm as She
struck me again.

   "You probably want to cum, don't you slut?  But, you understand it's too
soon don't you.  You made me wait."

   That said, He withdrew His fingers from my sopping hole and landed His
open hand hard and strong against the side of one breast.  I knew there
would be another and was not disappointed

   "I'll bet you want to cum now, don't you?  But you know it's still too
soon, don't you?"

   "Yes Sir," I moaned through clenched teeth.

   His mouth moved to take in a nipple and I nearly lost the little bit of
control I had.  I threw my head back to give Him full access.  I savored
the caresses of His tongue and teeth...enjoying the pleasure...fighting the
tremendous craving to cum.

   Mistress found a new target with Her flogger.  She was stroking my cunt
with it....slowly increasing the strength of the blows.  My body shook with
desire.  I knew I would have to cum soon...knew my control was slipping
away.

   "Please Sir, oh please can I cum." The words were barely a whisper.

   "Go ahead, then, if you think you must."

   He shoved His hand between my legs.  It took several seconds for my mind
to register the meaning of His words.  Once it did, my body took over. 
Conscious thought disappeared.  There was only the throbbing of wave after
wave of pleasure...heightened even more as Mistress slammed the crop
mercilessly, repeatedly against the ravaged skin of my ass.  His continued
it's work.....grinding against my clit, pushing fingers into me...sending
me reeling into spasm after spasm of pure pleasure.

   The room was fading and my knees buckled as the sensations overwhelmed
me.  Mistress stopped and moved up against me.  I was held up in between
Them.  Otherwise, I would have gone to my knees.  He slowed for a
moment...but not for long.  There, sandwiched by Them, He started again.  I
came over and over and over.  I remember the pleasure of it but there are
no words to adequately describe what I felt.  He did stop finally but not
without a few more touches to emphasize His power over me.

   "Sit down here, on your towel."

   They helped me down and I rested in the small pool that had formed on
it...the drippings from my cunt.  I was vaguely aware of it.  I was vaguely
aware of anything at all except my body as it settled down.  My ragged
breathing finally slowed enough to accept the cigarette Mistress offered
me. She even brought me a fresh cup of coffee and the warmth of the liquid
soothed my parched throat.

   I was allowed a much-needed rest.  The coffee helped a lot.  Soon
enough, though, I realized it was going to be needed.  He took the cup from
my hand and gave it to Mistress.  He moved to stand in front of me and let
down His zipper.

   I rose to my knees before Him and, without having to be told, took His
stiffening cock gently between my fingers, wet my lips, and guided it into
my mouth.  I've found that His pleasure is also mine.  It's more than just
payment for the debt I feel I owe Him for His efforts with me.  It excites
me - mind and body.

   My cuffs jingled slightly as I moved my lips and tongue over Him.  I
drew Him deep inside and fed deeply on Him.  I could hear His breath
quicken when the tip of His cock slid deep into my throat.  I heard His
small groan of pleasure as I pressed my tongue hard along it's length and
circled it's tip.  I could smell and taste His arousal.  I felt Him grow
long and hard as I withdrew my mouth and plunged toward Him once more and
ground my face against the wiry hair that surrounded it's base.  I saw as
the veins began to bulge and take on a blueish color as the they swelled
with blood.  All my senses were totally involved.  I closed my eyes and
concentrated on His pleasure.  But, it was becoming my pleasure as well. 
My mind took control without my direction or knowledge.

   Mistress began to caress my cunt with a flogger.  Somehow, this
completed a circuit between mind and body.  Sensations became confused.  I
only barely recognized that my mouth and cunt were merging - that the feel
of Him sliding in and out was becoming sensation I could feel between my
legs.  I felt myself contract each time I slid over His now-hard cock .  He
undid the snap on His pants and opened them enough to give me full access
to Him.  My fingers found His balls and I was rewarded with a moan of
pleasure as I stroked and fondled them.  I became even more excited by His
response.

   Mistress was striking harder now.  The skin there was extremely
sensitive and the tips of it burned like fire.  As much as I hated to, I
needed to find a way to let Her know it was just too much right now.  My
mouth was full though.  I raised a hand to signal.  He saw it and the
flogger stopped.

   In that momentary distraction, I lost the connection to my cunt.  I
focused harder on the sense of Him.  I reached out with all five senses and
once again my whole body was tuned to Him.

   "Can you cum?:" He asked.

   I remembered the other time it had happened.  I remembered His surprise
and my own.  I remembered the total body experience it was.  I wanted it
again.

   "Cum if you can."

   Ah, permission was granted without even having to ask for it.  My mind
was released from it's automatic response of holding back and I was free to
become what I was feeling.  The things I was doing to His cock became my
own sensations.  I felt Him slide in and out of my mouth...and my cunt. 
The two had become one.  The soft, wet tissue of my cheeks and tongue had
become the fleshy walls of my cunt.  I felt Him there...encasing Him.  I
moved my hips to the rhythm of my mouth.  I filled myself with Him.  I
withdrew my mouth to the tip of His cock and plunged hard down
Him...feeling Him slam into the back of my throat...and into my cunt.

   I was pleasantly startled when my clit responded as my lips met His
body. I held Him in completely and buried my lips against Him.  My clit
throbbed its pleasure.

   Desire took over completely then.  My cunt rode Him through my mouth. 
My own pleasure was mounting and finding it's way to it's climax.  I was on
that precipice.  With one more plunge onto Him, I tumbled over it.  It
began deep inside.  It pulsed throughout my body...down my legs...up my
torso and arms...into my mouth and back again.  My cunt-mouth sucked hard
as my body tensed and released itself over and over.  My mouth made only
small movements as I reveled in those almost-painful final bursts of
pleasure.  It wasn't the grinding jerking orgasm that comes with hard
treatment.  It was my whole body writhing gently as my mind gave up control
and my body was consumed.  I stopped moving, lost in the experience.

   He withdrew from my mouth before He came.  I knelt there in a euphoric
state until He helped me back down to the floor.

   "Amazing," He said.  Mistress agreed.

   I sat there until I became more or less aware of what had just happened.
Mistress offered me a drink and a cigarette.  Reflexively, I took both. 
Sipping the coffee, the fog began to clear.  I drew deep on the cigarette
and the reality of the experience settled over me.  `Write it down' They
had said.  How in the world would I do that?

   I would have to think about that later.  I was told to stand once again
under the ropes.  They had been separated and He fixed a wrist restraint to
each one...pulling my arms high and tight.  He spread my legs and attached
the spreader bar to my ankles.  More?  Oh yes, I thought, more, as the
blindfold took away my sight.

   He came at me again with strap and hand and things I can't remember.  I
felt the scratch of His short beard as He bore down on my nipples.  My body
was once again aroused and ready.  Cloudy as my mind was by now, many of
the details are lost.  What is not lost is the way it felt.

   More pain, more pleasure.  It seemed the more I was given, the more I
craved.  His hand found its way back into my cunt.  Wet and hot, it
responded greedily.  I can't even remember permission being asked for or
given.  All I truly remember is writhing and trembling with intense
pleasure as He forced me to orgasm after orgasm....and still wanting more.

   He did give me more.  His hands moved from cunt to clit to nipples in a
flurry of touches that I couldn't resist.  Instead of dulling in intensity,
they increased.  They increased until it seemed each touch made me cum.  I
came until my breathing was ragged, my pulse racing, and my whole body
shaking.

   That was when He stopped.  He released me from the ceiling and the
spreader.  He held me up as He did so.  I don't know that I could have
remained standing if He hadn't.  In what felt like slow motion, He helped
me to the floor.

   There was not thought.  I just sat there....unaware of the pool of
juices I was sitting in.  They were talking but I didn't really register
any of the words.  My head felt like it was floating and my body had no
weight.  I remember thinking this must be `sub-space'.  What a wonderful
place.

   He was gathering His things to leave.  They said Their good-byes to each
other.  He was speaking to me.  I did manage, I think, to thank Him and say
good-bye.

   "Don't forget to write it down.  I'll be waiting for it."



   ........annie