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   Chapter 3

   Night 2

   A firm hand shook my shoulder and an impatient voice near my ear
demanded that I wake up.  Groggy from the events of the afternoon, I was
slow to respond.  He had already loosened my hand and feet from the cot. 
He clipped on the leash and immediately drew me to my feet.  I struggled
for balance and He didn't offer to steady me.  Instead, He jerked me
forward and I followed as well as I could.

   W/we were going back to the kitchen.  On the way, I noticed the sun had
left and it was full dark outside.  I had completely lost awareness of
time. Only the sun and moon let me know if it was day or night.

   W/we went through the kitchen and He pulled me impatiently to the
`outhouse'.  I quickly did my business.  It wasn't cold but the lack of
warmth from the sun and the cool dew on my feet had me shivering.

   He led me to the side of the house and the shower.  Accustomed now to
what would happen, I stood under it holding the soap...hoping the water
wouldn't be too cold.  Without a word, He handed me the soap and went
inside to turn the water on.  The flow of cold water was more than enough
to bring me fully awake.  I scrubbed myself quickly and tried to ignore the
shaking of my body.  The water had just gotten warm when I finished and was
turned off.  He returned and tossed a towel at me.  I dried myself as W/we
returned to the kitchen.

   I saw again the single place at the table.  This time, there were no
bowls on the floor.  He tied my leash to one of His belt loops, clipped my
restraints together in front of me, and I followed Him around the kitchen
as He heaped His plate with food.  I was finally awake enough to feel my
belly growl with hunger.  He filled His glass and took it, and me, to the
table.  He turned His chair sideways and sat.  He pulled me, facing Him,
into His lap.

   "Hungry?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   "So am I.  Feed me.  Your dinner will be whatever is left on my plate
after I've had My fill." He put the plate and a fork in my hands and I
began to feed Him.  My hunger grew with each bite He took.  He took a drink
and I swallowed as He did, realizing my own thirst.  He opened His mouth
for another bite.

   One of His hands idly played with a nipple.  I couldn't believe my body
was actually responding again.  I put another bite in His mouth and watched
as He chewed.  My mouth was watering.  He swallowed it and moved His hand
between my legs as He did.  He found my clit and casually played with it.
He was effectively distracting me.  I gave Him another bite.  He placed one
finger in my cunt and moved it slowly in and out.  I put the fork to His
mouth as He inserted a second finger.

   "I've had enough.  Eat." Just as I turned the fork to put the meat into
my mouth, He began moving His fingers inside me.  I could barely chew as He
put His thumb on my clit.  I





   swallowed.  I held the fork halfway between my mouth and the plate as my
body responded to Him.

   "Eat.  This will be your last food until I return you to Mistress. 
Eat...now."

   I couldn't believe it.  How was I supposed to eat when He was doing this
to me?  He cupped my chin with His free hand and glared at me.  I got the
message and took another bite.  What He had said dawned on me.  I wouldn't
be going home until late in the day tomorrow.  I was already very hungry. I
had to eat.  I struggled through each bite...hoping I wouldn't choke.  He
didn't increase His motions but the distraction was strong.  I worked my
way through the remaining food.  He took His hand from me and put the plate
back on the table and gave me a drink from His glass.

   "I think maybe W/we should have some dessert," He said.  He stood me up
and put the dishes in the sink.  He came back, picked me up by the waist,
and set me on the table.

   "Lay back and put your ass on the edge of the table." I eased back as He
came around to my head and tied each wrist to one of the table legs.  He
came around the table again and began positioning my legs.  He wound
lengths of rope many times around my thigh as He bent my knee so that my
foot was nearly touching my ass.  He tied the free end of the rope to the
closest table let.  He repeated the same process with the other leg.  I was
held tightly to the table with my sex gaping wide.

   He left the room but returned shortly with a pair of nipple clamps.  I
watched as He tied a long piece of twine to each one.  I watched as He put
them on my nipples.  I watched as He raised the twine and wrapped it around
the light that hung above my head.  I closed my eyes and groaned as He
pulled it taut and tied it.  My breasts were stretched high.  He stuffed a
ball gag into my mouth and fastened it at the back of my head.  He tested
the ropes, making sure they wouldn't come loose.  He flicked at my breasts.
I heard the scrape of a chair as He positioned Himself before me.

   "Perhaps this dessert should have a garnish." I couldn't see what He was
doing but saw that He took something from His pants pocket.  He put two
fingers in His mouth and got them wet.  He spread His own saliva all around
my ass-hole.  I felt the tip of something soft but firm being slowly,
insistently pushed into me.  I tried to relax but my body was already quite
tense.  He didn't stop, though.  He took His time and I felt it move a
little farther in.  The plug got wider and wider down its length.  My body
began to accept it, and then welcome it.  The widest part was finally in
and the muscle closed in at the base...holding it firmly inside me.

   "I think I'd like a warm dessert." I looked at Him through my open legs,
wondering what He might mean by that.  I was already hot, I thought.  As I
looked at Him, He reached into His shirt pocket and pulled out a short,
thick candle.  Then He took out a lighter and lit it.  I swallowed hard as
I realized what He meant to do.

   He rolled it slightly from side to side as He waited for the wax to
melt. When there was enough, He held it high above my cunt.  I tried to
close my legs but that was a wasted effort.  I watched as He tilted it and
the wax fell on my clit.  It wasn't very hot because He had held it so
high. Actually, the warmth felt good.

   He held it still again and waited for more of it to melt.  He lowered
His hand several inches and let it fall.  It was almost hot this time.  He
repeated His movements and this time it





   was hot.  The next time I gasped as the pain became more intense.  The
last time, it was only six or so inches above me.  He melted wax and let
fall again.  I tried vainly to move out of its way.

   "Five more, pet.  Count them for Me."

   "One, Sir...it hurts.  Please, no more."

   "Count."

   "Two, Sir.  Please....please....."

   "Count."

   "Three, Sir" came out as a shriek.  "Four, Sir.  Please
stop.....please."

   "You're fighting it.  I told you that you are to accept whatever is
pleasing to Me.  You will count two extra."

   "Four, Sir." I bit my tongue to keep from asking Him to stop again.  I
knew He meant it and would keep adding to it if I didn't do as He required.
"Five, Sir." I had become rigid with the pain.  "Owwwwww....Six, Sir." I
only had one more to go.  I held my breath and waited for it.  He moved it
very close to my skin and held it for a long time, building up a lot of
wax. "Seven, Sir" I screamed.

   "And for good measure" He said as He moved to my side "I think you need
some up here.  He let it fall on each nipple and I writhed as it burned
into me.  He blew out the candle.