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   Q and A Session

   The apartment was very quiet.  It held an air of expectation felt only
by me.  Mistress was having a nap.  There was no sound in the room...no tv,
no radio - just me and my own thoughts.  I sat on the edge of the big chair
wondered how the afternoon would play out.  I was almost finished with all
the preparations.

   The box of toys sat open at my feet.  These were my last tasks - to lay
them all out so He could easily pick and choose anything He decided to use.
I shivered as I reached my hand into it and pulled out the first things,
the wrist cuffs.  I touched their soft lining, knowing how they would feel
against my skin as I tightened the buckles, making sure they would not slip
off.  I heard the tinkle of the metal as I put them on the arm of the chair
beside me.

   I worked my way through the items in the box.  I found I wasn't just
handling them, I was caressing them - savoring the potential of each.  I
came across a plastic bag that I couldn't help lingering over.  It
contained a pair of His briefs.  I opened the bag and held the contents
against my face.  His scent was still strong on them.  I put them back in
the bag with shaking hands and moved to my final task.

   I had a choice to make.  I had to choose an item for Him to use.  I had
to choose my pain.  I knew full well what each of these things felt like. I
ran a hand over some of them.  The different whips with their many tails -
I could almost feel the bite as it lands on my skin.  My hand passed the
candle, pieces of cane, split-tailed strips of leather, and finally settled
on my choice.  It's a thick leather strap.  It's about a foot long.  It's
my favorite.  I heard in my mind the sound of it as it strikes my naked
skin.  It lays down a wide swath of pain.

   I turned back to the box to close it and move it out the way.  As I did,
my robe brushed against my nipple.  The sensation of pleasure was intense.
I looked down at my body and the way it was dressed.  I felt my face flush
to match the color of what little I had on....red.  I'd never been dressed
like this before.

   I had followed His instructions.  The little panties had been split
along the length of the crotch.  I reached down to make sure the proper
area had been exposed.  The bra was correctly placed.  The holes I had cut
allowed my nipples to protrude.  This is what made the touch of my robe so
intense.  That, and the state Mistress had brought me to.

   It had been such a long week.  His visit was set up very early in the
week.  From the moment it is scheduled, the long wait begins.  And there is
always some kind of catch.  Either He or Mistress, or both, come up with
some way to torment me until the day comes.

   He had told me to be prepared.  I was going to have to beg for my
torture.  The implication being that, if I didn't, it wouldn't be
forthcoming.  I thought about how I would ask.  I pictured myself as I was
dressed.  My face flushed again.

   Mistress had a more insidious plan for me.  W/we were settling down for
sleep.  She began touching me, caressing me, arousing me.  She moved Her
mouth close to my ear and, even as She was bringing me close to an orgasm,
whispered that I wouldn't be allowed to cum until He allowed it....if He
allowed it at all.  As She said this, She withdrew Her hand from my cunt.
She leaned Her lips against my ear again and promised that this torment
would continue until He made that decision.  This barely sank in when Her
hand returned to my cunt and continued to stimulate me...bringing me ever
so close only to remove it again.  Yes, it was going to be a very long
wait.

   The days passed and She was as good as Her word.  I woke this way, went
to sleep this way and, whenever the opportunity presented itself during the
endless days, She drove me ever closer to release.  She would call me at
work and, even on the phone, have no trouble making me utterly miserable.
My body was in a constant state of arousal, frustration, and anticipation.

   During all this, I was communicating with Him via email.  He had given
me instructions.  I was to have the horse set up.  That would be easy
enough.  The anticipation of riding it, though, was harder to manage.  I
was to choose an object for Him to "torture" me with.  That would be a
little more difficult...there are so many wonderful options.  His last
requirement was a surprise.

   He'd not asked anything like this of me before.  I was usually naked
when He arrived.  I would have something on this time, not much, but
something.  But, I had to alter them.  He requested that I prepare a bra
and pair of panties to suit Him.  There was to be a slit cut in the panties
to expose my cunt and holes in the bra from which my nipples would
protrude. It didn't matter to Him the color.

   I relayed His request to Mistress.  She would decide which ones.  But,
She didn't tell me until close to the time He was to come.  She had me lay
out many of them so She could choose.  She touched and lingered over many
of them, giving me glances that made me squirm.  She chose a red set...Her
favorite color.  I felt my face flush as She handed them to me.

   It was time for bed on Thursday...the last day.  W/we settled in and She
wasted no time seeing to my torment.  She reminded me many times - as I
groaned and whined in protest each time She left my body panting, wanting,
frustrated - how tremendous "that first cum was going to be."

   She changed Her tactics then.  She was giving me a choice.  Did I want
Her to allow me to cum now?  She said She would...no strings attached....as
Her hands again explored my clit and worked it hard.

   "Do you want to cum now?" Before I could gather myself enough to
respond, She told me She "had changed Her mind." I couldn't believe it. 
Her hand stopped and I was told it was time to go to sleep.  Sleep?  Right.
I was in absolute misery.  Sleep did not come easily.

   Friday...finally.  But He would not arrive until early afternoon.  There
were still many hours to wait.  Mistress did not even have to touch me to
stimulate me.  Just a look from Her, the tone in Her voice, was more than
enough.  I was ready...so very ready.

   I could only pass the hours with mundane chores.  W/we had coffee,
breakfast, small talk.  My body was screaming its desire, its need. 
Mistress decided to have a little nap so I was left totally to myself and
the preparations it was finally time to make.

   I pulled the horse from under the bed and put it together.  I ran my
hand along the padded seat and wondered what would happen to me on it
today. I put the box of toys next to the chair so I could lay the contents
out on it.  Then, I got the bra, panties, and a pair of scissors, a marker,
and headed to the shower.  I felt my face flush again with the thought of
cutting them up and flush even deeper when I thought of actually putting
them on.  I didn't even want to think of how I would look in them...much
less being on display in them.

   I shook my head to clear it and turned on the water.  The warmth of it
was gently soothing my jangled nerves.  I stood there and let it run over
my body for a long time.  My mind drifted to the afternoon before me...and
the frustration of the days behind me.  Soon, I thought, soon I'll find
relief - I hope.  I didn't care to consider Mistress's admonition that,
even today, I might not be allowed what my body was now desperate for.

   Reluctantly, I turned off the water and stepped out to dry off.  I had
to remind myself not to use any lotions.  It wouldn't do to have slippery
skin.  I wondered again what He would do to me and, in spite of the warmth
of the room, shivered with anticipation and some dread.  There had not been
a true session with Him for a good while.  I didn't know if He'd be making
up for lost time.  I did know though, that I was more than prepared, and
wanting, to endure a great deal.

   I slipped on a robe and got to work.  I did the panties first.  I tried
them on after I made the first cunt along the crotch.  It wasn't long
enough.  It took two more tries before I was satisfied.  I put the bra on
and drew a small circle around each nipple.  I took it back off and began
cutting.  Again, it took several attempts before I got everything right.

   I put it back on and looked down at myself.  I looked up into the mirror
to see if everything was properly adjusted.  I saw the face that looked
back at me.  Who is that?  I wondered.  Could it really be me?  How had I
come to this?  Nipples standing out from a red bra...cunt exposed in
panties of the same color....wanting to do this....needing to do this....or
whatever else was required of me in order to dampen the fire that would not
leave my body...a slut....and quite a perverted one at that.  I thought
about these things for a few moments.  I could find no real answers.  I
didn't know if I even wanted to know the answers.

   I put the robe back on returned to the box to get the only other thing I
would wear.  I fastened the collar around my neck.  The lady in red, I
thought.  Even my collar was red.  I drove away the nagging questions yet
again.  Time was growing short....finally.

   I sat in the chair close to where Mistress was stirring.  She sat up and
looked me over.  "Open your robe" She said, with a definite smile on Her
lips.  "And did you fix the panties?" I assured Her that I did.  She put
Her fingers to them and traced the opening I had cut in them.  She appeared
satisfied.  She ran Her fingers around my nipples until I thought I might
cum from Her touch.

   "Stand up and take off your robe." I did and turned when She told me to
so She could inspect.  I heard Her chuckle softly as I did and felt my face
redden again.  She indicated that She thought my outfit would be
appreciated.  I hoped so.

   W/we waited out the last bit of time quietly.  I heard the outside door
close and the sound of someone coming down the steps.  The soft knock on
the door told me He was here.  I went quickly to the door, opened it, and
stepped aside as He entered.  He went over to where Mistress sat and
greeted Her.  I closed the door, stood quietly, and waited for His first
command.

   They talked for a few moments before He turned His attention to me.  I
had that all-too-familiar feeling of being under a microscope.  I was told
to put on the wrist restraints and He continued His conversation with
Mistress while I did so.

   "Come here." I moved to stand before Him.  He touched my nipples,
squeezed them.

   "Kneel." I did.

   "Spread your knees apart." I did.

   He had tied several lengths of rope to the ceiling.  He put my hands
behind my back and fixed them to the rope.  His hands moved back to my
nipples.  I was already fighting for control

   "Did you fix the panties." I hadn't even answered my "yes Sir" before
His hand was checking to see if I had.  The touch of His fingers to my clit
was electric.

   "You look like a slut.  Are you a slut?" The same question I had asked
myself earlier.

   "Yes Sir."

   His hands were moving.  Alternately caressing, pinching, smacking,
stimulating.  I was wanting badly to ask permission.  I knew better.  It
was far too early and I knew I had done nothing to "earn" it.  I took a
deep breath and did my best to calm the terrible ache in my belly.

   "What did You choose." I told Him about the strap and He picked it up. I
eagerly welcomed its sting as it fell on my ass.  The stimulus of pain only
served to add to my desire.  The echo of His question drifted across my
mind.  I didn't know how or what to answer. I wasn't given time to form a
response.  He loosened the rope that held my wrists but not the cuffs.

   "Stand." I did.  He tossed me a pair of ankle restraints and the leg
spreader.  I buckled them on my ankles as quickly as my trembling hands
would let me.  The bar was a little tougher because of the leather already
on my ankles but I got it done.  He helped me to my feet and to hobble over
to stand beneath the dangling ropes.

   He wasted no time tying the ropes to my cuffs and stretching my arms as
far as they would go and securing them there.  The blindfold was a mercy.
It always is.  I can escape Their eyes.

   His hands were at my breasts...cupping them hard with painful squeezes.
He was talking and I realized He was talking to me.  Something about the
way I looked...a grown woman...dressed like I was....allowing myself to be
put in this position...wanting to be hurt.

   "Do you want me to hurt you?" The question He had told me I would have
to answer.  The flowery answers I had considered all week wouldn't do.  He
wanted it to be real.

   "Yes Sir, please, hurt me."

   "Why?"

   Why....I hadn't considered that one.  "Because I need it, because I want
it."

   "Why do you want it?'

   The same question I had just answered.  I stammered as I tried to find
the answer.

   "Because it's your nature" came His reply.

   Could it be that simple?  I wondered.  Was that all there was to what
seemed such a complicated question?

   Back and forth went the questions and my pitiful, inadequate answers. 
In between, He was using the strap again...on my ass...on my breasts...on
my cunt.  I could barely stand and He wanted answers to His questions.

   "How many was that?"

   My mind barely comprehended what He was asking me.  I'd never had to
count before, didn't know I was supposed to this time.

   "I don't know, Sir, I didn't count them." I heard His exasperated sigh.

   "Then you know what that means."

   "Yes, Sir."

   "What."

   "It start over again, Sir" was all I could think to answer.  It was
apparently the right one.  I struggled to focus on the simple numbers. 
Pain, need, and the confusion of all this dialogue made it so difficult.

   "How many?"

   "Sixteen, Sir."

   He said He had counted fourteen.  I was so sure I was right.  But, He
turned to Mistress and asked Her.  She agreed with Him.  I hung my head
knowing that it would start over again.  I didn't have to wait long.  To
complicate it, He used the strap all over...ass, breasts, belly.  I wanted
so badly just to be able to get lost in what my body had waited so long
for. I hung on to the count though.

   "How many?'

   "Twenty-four" I answered.

   "Are you sure."

   "Yes Sir."

   "Sixteen behind and eight in front." I was very sure this time.  It took
every ounce of concentration I had but I had kept up with the count.

   He was speaking to Mistress again....telling Her how much of a slut I
was.  He spoke of the way I was dressed, my willingness to put myself in
this position, actually wanting to be in this position.  Silently, I had to
agree with Him.  During this quiet moment, my mind went back to His
question.  My nature, whatever it is, drives me to this.  Of that, there
can be no doubt.

   His hands came back to my breasts.  He forced them out of the bra, hurt
them with His hands.  It only served to feed my starving desire.  How much
longer, I kept asking myself, would I have to suffer with this awful need?

   "Lean into it.  Meet the pain." His voice was soft, encouraging me to do
what He said.  "Come to meet it."

   I leaned my head back a bit.  I listened to His voice and it seemed my
body followed His command.  I felt my body stretch forward as much as it
could in its bondage...pushing my breasts out to meet His hand as it fell
hard on them.

   "Yes, that's it...reach out for it."

   I moved with the cadence of His slaps,,,reaching, reaching, reaching to
meet each one....embracing the impact, savoring the agony they brought,
wanting more.

   He went behind me...pulled the panties down as far as they would go. 
His hand was between my legs again - the need had became a separate pain.
How much longer?

   "Please, Sir, please let me cum." My only answer was a hint of amusement
in His voice as He took His hand away.  He reached around in front of me
and worked my breasts again...hard squeezes.  I could only groan with pain
and want.  I found myself backing into Him.  I was desperate now.  Maybe, I
thought, if I could stimulate Him, He'd relent.

   His hand was back in my cunt, strong and busy on my clit.  I had to cum.
I felt it building and I knew I couldn't stop it this time.  I had fought
it too long, waited too long.  I knew I'd take whatever punishment might
come my way if I wasn't given permission.  It didn't matter anymore.  His
finger dove deep inside me.  Pleasure surged through me.

   "Please, please, please Sir...please let me cum."

   He took down my hands.  I felt the stings as the blood and warmth rush
back into them.  My cunt was throbbing.  My legs were shaky.  My head was
spinning.

   He bent down to remove the spreader bar.  He drew my feet together and
held me up until I was steady on my feet.  I had a few minutes now to rest.
I was able to clear my mind just a little.  The questions He had asked, the
answers He had given ran through it again.  Could the answers to the
questions I had been asking myself - about my nature - really be that
simple.  It took my mind off my aching body and screaming need...but only
barely.

   He moved the horse behind me.  I knew what He was doing but my mind was
hazy.  He was moving me around., helping me up on the horse.  I didn't
straddle it this time but sat on its length.  I steadied myself with my
hands as He began securing my feet to its legs...so far apart.  My hands
were again drawn to the ceiling, stretched tight.  I sat there,
off-balance, and waited...  again.

   He ran His hand softly over my skin.  The touch was electric.  My body
was starving for any sensation.  It knew only want now....at any price.

   The soft touched soon became rough handling.  He had my breasts, one in
each hand, and was hurting them.  One hand slipped between my legs.  I
groaned with pain...and need.

   "Oh please Sir, please let me cum."

   "What would you do for permission?  Suck cock?  Balls?  What?"

   "Anything Sir, anything You want me to do, or do to me....anything."

   "Such a slut."

   He moved behind me then.  His hands reached around to my breasts again.
The attention He'd been giving them had taken its toll.  Each squeeze
brought intense pain now.  It didn't matter.  I'd told Him I'd do anything
and I meant it.

   I leaned back into Him again and felt His cock against me.  His hand
moved down my belly to my cunt.  He assaulted my clit with His fingers.  I
could fight no more.  My body trembled, my breath came in short little
pants.

   "Please Sir......." I could manage no more.

   "Cum."

   My mind barely registered the word.  My body had taken complete control.
It was cumming of its own.  I felt myself go rigid as it began....felt my
feet press hard against the legs of the horse as I strained to rub as hard
against His fingers as I could.  His arm was around me to steady me where I
sat.  When His fingers entered me I came....trembling, shaking, moaning,
panting.  My cunt gripped His fingers and squirted its juices all over His
hand.  The wait was over and I was milking every ounce of pleasure from it
that I could.

   He went back to my clit and brought on another shattering climax...back
to my cunt and another breath-taking cum.  Thought was gone, words were
gone.  My body writhed in the grips of its reward.  On and on and on it
went.  I was so sensitive I could barely stand His touch and just when I
thought I would try to get Him to stop, my body would start to cum again.

   He did slow down though, and stop.  I was starting to slide off the
horse.  He lowered my hands and moved around to free my ankles.  I couldn't
help.  I could barely breathe.  He stood me up and moved me on the edge of
the bed.  He took off the blindfold.  My heart began to slow its wild
pulsing and I was able to take a deep, shaky breath.  My cunt was still
throbbing.

   I was finally steady and realized He was standing right in front of me.
I'd told Him I would do whatever He wanted if He allowed me to cum.  He was
collecting.

   He unzipped His pants and showed me His cock.  He placed to my open
mouth and I took it in.  My mouth had become dry but His slick juices let
it slip in easily.  I closed my eyes and focused on the warm skin on my
tongue.  I tasted it with my tongue...running it all over the tip and
length of it.  I took the whole length of it in and felt it push against
the back of my throat.  I ran my tongue along the underside of it as I
brought my lips back to the tip of it.  It grew longer and firmer.  I
concentrated on its head for a bit...circling it with my tongue, licking at
the back of it...feeling it jump with each new movement.

   The peppery taste told me He was ready to cum.  He put His hand on my
head and guided it back and forth....bumping it against the back of my
throat as He thrust it all in.  It pulsed rhythmically as His orgasm began.
I heard small groans come from Him as the first gush filled my mouth.  I
swallowed it as it again plunged into my throat, forcing me to swallow more
of His cum.  He moaned again and jerked.  I knew He was very sensitive now.
I slowed my motions and lightly touched Him here and there with my tongue
bringing little shocks of pleasure as He came down.  I swallowed once more
and let Him slide gently out of my mouth.

   This was the end of the session.  He was getting His things together
and, once again, chatting with Mistress.  I was exhausted but it had been
more than worth any effort.  And now, as Mistress had promised, I realized
it had been worth all the torment and waiting.  He was packing up His bag
but my mind kept wandering back to His questions.  I would think about it,
but not now.







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