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   Pain and pleasure - copyright 1998

   It wasn't that often he went out, only when friends asked him, and it
was even more unusual that someone asked him to dance, but he didn't mind.
She looked good, she danced well and she kept the conversation going
pleasantly.  His friends left but they didn't bother to ask him if he
wanted to go, they just waved goodbye from over her shoulder, and winked
him good luck.

   He didn't doubt his luck either.  They'd danced very close a couple of
times and she must have noticed his erection.  The way she'd pushed her
hips against him told him she didn't mind.  She did most of the talking
though, he'd always been kind of slow in these situations, not wanting to
say something stupid, and everytime he thought of something to say, she had
already asked another question, or talked on about something else.  He'd
just decided it was time to ask if she wanted to go somewhere else, like
preferably his place, when she excused herself and got up to go to the
ladies room.  She stopped beside his chair and kissed him, and he just let
himself be kissed.  It was no chaste kiss either.  He tickled her tongue
with his and was certain of her "yes" when she broke the kiss and left.  A
confident feeling spread through him and he glanced over his shoulder to
watch her butt move along with her to the bathroom, if he hadn't he
wouldn't have noticed her turning towards the exit instead of the
restrooms. For a second or two he thought she'd notice her mistake and turn
back, but she didn't.  What did I do wrong now, he thought and got up.  He
was determined to stop her, if he could just figure out how fast enough. 
The only thing he could think of was that she'd gotten fed up with his
hesitation, there was no other explanation.

   She was putting on her coat when he reached the lobby and he decided to
take a chance and put his arm around her, turning her around, pressing her
against him, and kissing her.

   She had given him up as too hesitant and meek, and was pleasantly
surprised when he stopped her.  Seems I was wrong, she thought, but how
wrong?  "I guess you caught me," she whispered holding her lips less than
an inch from his.  A pleasant shiver went down her spine when he answered
with a whisper: "And I'm gonna keep you." Laughing inside she almost
touched his lips with hers and whispered "I don't think so." Then she
turned her head and twisted her body out of his embrace, at least that's
what she tried to.  He kept one hand locked behind her, pressing her back
against him, while he moved the other up to her neck and into her hair,
grabbing a fistfull close to her head, holding it still while kissing her.
His two hands were hurting her a little and she involuntaryily moaned into
his kiss.



   For a second he almost regretted grabbing her back that hard, he'd have
hit himself if he'd had to go home alone, but she seemed to be enjoying the
pain as much as the decisiveness and force.  How much would she take, he
wondered.  He couldn't start checking however, because their behaviour was
about to get them some unwanted attention from the staff.  Not that they
were unused to 'pda' in a club, but they were blocking the hallway.

   After getting his clothes he followed her onto the street and when they
were away from the doorway he grabbed her again.  Squeezing her body hard
against his he kissed his way along her jaw to her earlobe.  She was
pushing back against him and running her fingers over his back as he
whispered into her ear.  "You enjoy a little pain do you?" Her slight nod
came as no surprise to him.  "Do you know what I think?" he whispered, "I
think you deserve punishment for trying to walk out on me."



   "Yes!" She thought and whispered back to him, a tingly feeling of
expectation spreading through her body, "Yes, I need to be punished." She
pressed her body against him, and in her mind the excitement in her body
flowed into and through his, turning her on even more.  "What's the magic
word?" he whispered back, and she grinnned to herself before she whispered
"Please punish me", she even threw in a meek "Lord and Master." on a whim.

   Lord and Master huh, he thought, noticing the insincere meekness, let's
see how far we can take this.  "You'll submit to me as my pet?" He broke
the embrace and took a step backwards.  "Do you think you can handle having
me as Lord and Master?  If I enjoy punishing you I might decide to keep
you. I don't think you can handle that," he said and grabbed one of her
breasts with his hand, squeezing it hard.

   Is he crazy, she thought and moved away from him.  She felt genuinely
frightened and a tear formed in the corner of her eye, as he looked at her
with a mocking smile.  "Well I guess I was right, a pleasant night to you,
m'lady," he said with a galant bow before he turned away and started
walking away.  Her breath going fast and her heart pounding in her chest
she cursed herself.  Can he really be that bad?  How far will he go?  I
don't _want_ to go home alone.  Damn, damn, damn.  Her mind couldn't move
fast enough for her and she bit her lip looking at his receeding back.  Her
body made the decission for her, she was still as horny, if not hornier. 
Oh, Christ, I hope I wont regret this, she thought as she ran to catch up
with him.

   If I turn around now she will probably still go to bed with me, if I
promise not to go that far again, he thought, but maybe she'll change her
mind, the end of the block, I'll walk to the end of the block...  He fought
down the urge to howl with joy when he heard the clicking of her shoes as
she decided to run after him.  When she caught up with him and touched his
elbow he didn't turn around or slow down, he merely said: "Yes?" "Okay."
"Okay, what?" "I'll submit...  Lord and Master." This time she sounded
sincere and he grinned to himself.  "You walk in front, pet," he said and
pushed her in front of him.  "Where's your car?" "Just around the corner."

   The smack to her buttock came so surprising to her that she stumbled and
cried out, then his arm was around her waist, pressing her back against him
and he growled in her ear, "Just around the corner..." She could clearly
hear the elipsis, and closed her eyes, shuddering in fear and arousal. 
"Just around the corner, Lord and Master," she whispered, and almost fell
when he suddenly let her go again.  "And don't you forget it, pet."

   He sounded cheerful and she got worried again.  She told herself she'd
drive off the road if she didn't calm down before they reached her car, and
with this thought foremost in her mind she was in control of herself when
they reached it and he asked for the carkeys.  She wasn't sure wether or
not she should get in the car at once or not, but figured it was safest to
wait until he ordered her to do something.  He got into the drivers seat
and started checking out her car, and she closed her eyes and tried to
think.

   He finished checking out her car and leaned over to unlock and open the
door on the passenger side.  "Get in, pet", he said and waited for her to
get seated.  He picked his cellular phone from his pocket and dialed his
home number.  "I don't want a lawsuit on my hands if you decide tomorrow
that you've got too many bruises, so you get to leave a message on my
machine now.  Tell it who you are, and that you've decided to submit to my
every whim tonight and that you've permitted me to hurt you." She looked at
him with genuine fright now, and he decided it was time to reassure her, or
loose her.  "Don't worry, I won't do any permanent damage, at least not
much," he said with a wink and a grin.  She didn't really look any less
scared.  "Do you have any friends you really, really trust?" he asked.  She
looked down and muttered a name, remembering the obedient frase.  "Well
call her and I'll leave my name and such, so you're sure you can get ahold
of me if you want to sue me."

   The cheerful tone wasn't a sign he was nuts, she decided, he probably
just couldn't hide his satisfaction with having "caught" her, so she told
him her friend's phonenumber and took the ID cards he handed her.  He let
her hear the start of the message on the machine on the other end and she
checked the information he gave with his ID's.  She wondered what her
friend would think when she heard a message from a stranger leaving all his
personal info and telling her he'd spend the night with her friend.  At
least he's not going to kill me she though and left the message he wanted
on his machine.  No way back now she thought, but at least the fear wasn't
overwhelming her arousal anymore.

   He noticed her relaxing and considered ways of keeping her aware of her
situation on the way to her house.  A couple of interesting ideas came to
him, and he ordered her to pull her skirt up.  When she had her skirt
bunched up around her waist he ran her hand over her thighs and panties. 
Her crotch was really soaked and he grinned inside, managing to keep a
serious face this time.

   "Get your panties off, pet," he ordered, and she quickly muttered "yes,
Lord and Master" and tried to sort out garters and stockings to get them
off.  He took her wet panties and smelled them, they were fairly fragrant
but not unpleasantly so, at least not this way.  "Open your mouth," he
ordered, and laughed inside as he stuffed the panties into her mouth.  He
could see she wasn't really sure about how to feel about this, and he
decided to hurry things so she didn't have as much time to think.  He put a
hand on her pussy and caressed her wet lips and slit.  He probed her hole
with first one finger, then two.  When she tried to rub herself against his
hand he withdrew it and wiped his fingers on her face.  "Fingerfuck
yourself, three fingers," he said and put her right hand on her pussy.  She
moaned and eagerly started fucking herself, rubbing her clit with her
thumb, and trying to get three fingers in, barely managing.  "None of
that," he said and slapped her hand.  "Just the three fingers, slowly all
the way in, and slowly all the way out, get going." While his frustrated
"pet" obeyed he unzipped his pants and got his hard cock out.  "Pay
attention now, pet," he said and put her left hand on his cock, "This is
how you'll show they way to your place.  Pushing the indicator left, means
a left turn..."

   She couldn't concentrate on finger fucking herself at the same time as
she tried to understand and memorize his signals for next turn right, third
on the left, and so on, so she stopped fingering herself.  The back of his
right hand hit her stomach with a loud smack, and enough force to take her
breath away.  She'd been totally unprepared and didn't have time to tighten
her muscles so she fought to breathe again while he started up the car and
drove to the exit.  He just waited there while she gained her breath,
started fucking herself again, and indicated which way he should turn.

   They drove off and he waited for her to screw up the signaling, but she
obviously wasn't distracted enough.  He grinned to himself and licked the
index and middle finger on his right hand, then he started caressing her
clit.

   The slow three finger fucking wasn't enough to make her orgasm, but with
the extra attention on her clit she felt one approaching.  She tried to
concentrate on signaling the next turn, but she was also afraid of slowing
down her fingers, and his hand on her clit was just sooo good.  She closed
her eyes, pressed her neck back against the headrest and moaned into her
panty gag as the orgasm shuddered through her.  After a little while she
calmed down again.  He had removed his hand from her pussy and she could
concentrate again, she hoped he wouldn't punish her for resting those few
seconds.  Now the next turn was a ...  She suddenly realized they'd passed
the turn.  She didn't think she could work out an alternate route like
this, and he hadn't given her a signal for wrong turns.

   The hand leaving his cock was his signal of success, he'd distracted her
from a turn.  He turned his head and looked at her and she averted her eyes
and shrugged, she was still pumping her pussy though, she didn't dare
disobey that order.  He stopped the car in the middle of an empty
parkinglot and looked at her.

   She could sense him looking at her, and kept her eyes down, and her
fingers moving.  Thoughts of what he might do flew through her mind and she
felt her pussy tingling with anticipation.  "Get out of the car," he said
suddenly, and she was so surprised she looked up at him.  His hand lashed
out as if to hit her, and she looked away and down, bracing herself, but no
strike came.  Instead he took one of her nipples and pinched it hard
between his nails, pulling it away from her chest.  She winced and then
moaned, unable to ignore the pleasant tingling in her body that followed
the pain from her nipple.  He forced her to turn her torso against the door
by pulling on her nipple.  "I said, out of the car!  And walk around to my
side."

   She got out of the car and walked around to his side.  The parking lot
was completely deserted and this part of town was usually empty of both law
abiding citizens and the less lawful ones.  She realized that even though
she was covered now, after letting her skirt down, he'd probly make her
break the law in a few seconds.  Not that she really minded, but the car
was parked right under a street lamp.  He'd opened the door and sat
crosswise on the seat with his legs out of the car and she stood in front
of him and looked at him questioningly, unable to ask him with her mouthful
of panties.  She'd not had time to think about the panties in her mouth,
but noticed now that the taste was no longer as overwhelming as in the
beginning.

   Suddenly she realized that he wasn't responding to her questioning look,
in fact he was looking back with an amused and slightly mean expression. 
Oh, damn, bad move, she thought, closed her eyes hard and bowed her head.
Meek, submissive slaves do not look at their masters questioningly, she
knew that, he'll probly punish me hard now to train me, shit, shit, shit.

   She stood there almost shaking, and he knew she was afraid of what he'd
do, he didn't know if she had reason though, cause he hadn't decided on how
to punish her yet.  He'd "warm" up first, and see what came to him.  "Take
your dress off, pet," he ordered, and she obeyed with just a hint of
wanting to look at him again.  He then had her bend over and touch her
toes, and he stepped out of the car and took his belt off.

   First he ran his finger over her pussy, delighted by the amount of
juices, he brought a finger to his lips and tasted it grinning.  Then he
rubbed her with the end of his belt, getting it real wet and smiling as she
moaned into her gag.  Without any preparations that could warn her he then,
took one step back and swung the belt, buckle in his hand, and quickly gave
her five swift, stinging, smacks on each buttock.  He noticed her jump at
the first stroke, and she almost lost her balance when he was done, so he
put a hand on her buttock to support her.  "How was that?  Did you like
it," he asked her?  And she nodded, even though she was hyperventilating
through her nose.  He grinned and decided on a punishment for her earlier
"crimes".  "Ok, now you'll get your punishment, five strokes with the belt,
on your pussy."

   A jolt went through her, my pussy, he wants to whip my pussy?  And she
looked at him from upside down between her legs.  She saw his face turn
from something resembling amusement to a displeased frown, and she closed
her eyes tight again, wincing both inside and outside.  I did it again, I
did it again, damn, damn, damn.  "You don't think you deserve that much
punishment?  You'll have to do better than that, if you don't obey my whims
and accept my decisions I'll just have to punish you harder." She winced
inside at the thought of extra pain, delt with hurt in mind, and not the
special kind of pain and pleasure she had wanted from him.  She was sure
he'd give it to her though, if she'd just stop "disobeying".  She nodded
her acceptance in an attempt to soften him and was relieved to her his tone
when he answered her with.  "Glad you agree." She spread her legs a little,
thinking he'd be nicer if she followed his orders without him giving them.
She braced herself for the strokes to her pussy and was taken totally
unaware when first her left, and then her right buttock was assaulted with
something that felt like a sledgehammer.  She almost stumbled again, and
through eyes opened wide in pain she saw the belt hanging from his hand,
buckle at the loose end.  "I hope it won't be necessary to punish you
again," she heard him say, "but do try to remember that you've still got
something or other coming, for trying leave me at the club." She winced
inwardly when his fingers caressed what felt like inch high cresent welts
on her butt.  The way it hurt she wouldn't be surprised if she was bleeding
all over her butt.  "Please get back in the car now, pet, you may touch
your bottom on the way round, to inspect the damage." He got back in the
drivers seat and she walked unsteadily around the car, discovering that the
welts were indeed cresents, but only half an inch wide, and no broken skin.
They hurt though.

   He watched her return to her seat, wincing when her sore bum touched the
seat.  He wondered if she'd noticed consciously that she was now wearing
only suspenders and stockings, having gone without a bra under the dress.
Well, he thought to himself, she'll probably notice soon.  "I guess I'd
better let you speak the directions for the rest of the way," he said and
pulled out the panty gag.  A little idea popped up in his mind and he
continued, "but I don't want my car seat all drenched with your cum, so I
guess we'll have to plug that hole instead." Not that it'd actually help,
the seat was already stained with cunt juice and sweat.

   She didn't make any more mistakes on the rest of the way, even though
she felt, afraid, aroused, horney and weird all at once, with the wet rag
of a panty stuffed into her vagina, and his free hand roaming over her
body, caressing her freely.  She wasn't sure if she'd be more scared if she
had time to think, but as she didn't in fact have the time, it didn't worry
her much.

   --------

   While she tried to open the door he snapped the antenna off of her car.
She didn't even turn around and he knew she was afraid of how far he'd go
to punish her.  She got the door open and held it for him, and he entered.
They went up the stairs with her in front.  He kept playing with the
antenna, thin, plastic covered metal.  A dangerous whip.  How much damage
will it make, he thought, and is she wondering the same.  Maybe she was,
because she stumbled when he tapped her ankles with it lightly.  The
apartment door had only a small brass sign with her name on it, and she
quickly unlocked the door and held it open for him.  When he didn't enter
at once she dared a glance up at his face.  Her look turned quizzical when
he looked like he was expecting something.  "Okay, I'll give you one guess
on what I want you to say now, if you don't make it, I'll tell you what to
say and punish you for your stupidity," he said, looking smug and perfectly
evil.  I could imagine her thoughts.  Was there really an almost answer
here or was he only looking for an excuse to punish here more severely. 
She closed her eyes tight and tried to think.  He wasn't entering her
apartment, because...  "Please accept my apartment as you have accepted me,
Lord and Master," she whispered, eyes looking down.  He tried to suppress a
grin, then didn't bother when he realized she couldn't see him.  "Lead the
way, pet," he said and took her keys before pushing her into the apartment.

   She walked into the living room and stopped.  She felt even more weird
as a slave in her own home.  She liked a little pain with her sex but she'd
never played the totally submissive role she was playing now.  She thought
she liked it, but she wasn't sure about the punishment part.  Oh, well,
she'd just have to stay out of serious trouble, so the punishment could be
good.  She smiled to herself and felt horny and happy, she'd picked up a
great guy and he'd turned her on a lot, except for the buckle thing.  She
shuddered a little thinking about that, and noticed that he'd finished
locking up and had come into the living room as well.  From the corner of
her eye she noticed him checking out the room before moving on into the
kitchen.  She decided staying right where she was while he checked out her
apartment was the best thing, though she chanced sitting down right where
she was.

   She'd gotten herself really turned on again just by thinking of the rest
of evening when he came back after checking out her bedroom and bathroom.
He tossed some stuff he'd picked up in a pile on the floor, there was stuff
there she hadn't even known she owned, and...  He _had_ broken the antenna
off her car.  She winced a little at that.

   He noticed her aroused expression and smiled to himself again, he was
feeling fairly excited too, and it was time to do something about that. 
"Go clean up, pet, get rid of that nasty rag you've got there in my pussy."
Yes _my_ pussy, he thought, my tits, my luscious female body, she was his
now and liked it, and so did he.  He got naked while she was in there
freshening up.  When she came back he had her stand in the middle of the
floor, legs spread.  He picked up the antenna and ran the tip of it over
her tits and down to her pussy.  He watched her expression flash trough
anxiety, fear and acceptance as he tapped her pussy with the antenna. 
"We'll round off the evening with your final punishment, pet.  Right now
it's time for you to pleasure me, and lucky you, this will to some extent
pleasure you as well." He tossed the antenna back in the pile of stuff and
stepped close to her.  Her soft, and slightly wet curls tickled his cock
nicely when he cupped her ass and hugged her close.  She moaned when he
handled her sore ass and pushed it against his hands.  He slapped her
cheeks a couple of times, enjoying the half moan, half whimper from his
willing toy, the little yelps when he struck the red welts, and the nice
red tone of her skin.  His hand slid down to her pussy and caressed her
soaked slit, the pain had her dripping and he just had to fuck her. 
Slipping his cock in he felt like he was in heaven, and with one hand on
the small of her back he fucked her slowly for 30 seconds or so before he
remembered that he wanted pain for her to go with his pleasure.

   Leaning on a table with his cock sliding in and out of her and small
twinges of pain when his hips rubbed against her sore ass she felt like she
was riding on a cloud.  A little more pleasure and a little more pain and
she was sure she'd come.  The night so far had her so hot she was going to
come right...  and then he was gone.  She heard him searching through the
stuff he'd collected from her kitchen and wondered what he had planned.

   When he came back he ordered her to close her eyes, and she did,
muttering a "Yes, Lord and Master" and shivering with anticipation.  Some
sort of clips, or maybe clothespins since she couldn't remember any other
object she owned that could be used like that, suddenly pinched both her
nipples and a gasp escaped her lips.  She thrust her chest out and tried
not to moan, but he'd evidently decided she wasn't silent enough as she
received a couple of sharp smacks to her ass.  The pain intensified as he
somehow tightened the clothespins on her nipples and she bit her teeth
together and forgot to breathe as she tried not to cry out.  Her tortured
nipples were then pulled down as he fastened some sort of weights to the
pins.  Breathing very shallowly and concentrating very hard not to move,
since every movement of her chest made the weights dangle and pull her
burning nipples, she almost didn't notice him leaving.

   Her nipples had become slightly numb when he came back.  Putting his
hands on her sore ass and pushing he forced her to her knees.  The pain
came back as the weights moved again, but it was less than before and she
obediently kneeled.  A thin strap, by the taste it was leather, was forced
between her lips and he pulled her head back with it like a pair of reins.
Kneeling behind her he pushed her legs a little apart and slid his cock
into her pussy again.  The feeling of his cock filling her pussy again took
her mind slightly off her hurting nipples and she sighed happily.

   Grinning he rubbed his hips against her ass and enjoyed the feeling of
her hot box around his cock.  "So you liked that, did you pet?" he asked.
Her answer was a 'Yes, Lord and Master' garbled by having to talk through
the letter strap, one of her slim, leather belts he'd fetched from her
bedroom.  He'd put clothespins on her nipples and tightened them by
twisting little bits of wire around them.  Dangling from them hung more
weight than he thought the pins would bear without slipping.  He'd thought
he'd have to try several times to find a good weight, but as it was he just
hoped it was enough.  Pulling her head slightly back he told her the rules
of this game.  "You now have a set time to bring me off," he said, "but I'm
not releasing the reins, so you'll have to work hard to beat the clock. 
Oh, and if you fail I'm going to whip your tits with your reins."

   Her desperate squeezing of his cock with her pussy muscles felt even
better than he'd expected, she must have practiced that sort of stimulation
before, and he was sure she could bring him to orgasm that way if given
enough time, but that was not what he'd planned right now.  "I need more,
pet.  Pump bitch, pump." He growled and slapped her as with his free hand.

   She tried to pump her pussy onto his cock, but with the reins in her
mouth she couldn't move forward so she tried rotating her hips a little
instead.  "I said pump, slut, now do it, or I'll add a makeshift
nipplepiercing to your punishment," he ordered and she tried again.  By
pushing her chest out and bending her neck back she could pull her ass away
from him slightly.  She started pumping him this way even though it made
the weights pull painfully on her nipples and the leather strap in her
mouth hurt her lips.  Biting down on the strap helped some and she pumped
rythmically, still using her vaginal muscles to increase his pleasure. 
This went on for an eternity it seemed and she kept waiting for her nipples
to be ripped off or her breasts to stretch until the weights reached the
floor.  "Good, but not good enough," he groaned, and she was sure he was
close, "You've got a few seconds left, pet, do better!  Remember,
titwhipping." He dropped the reins and she started pumping desperately. 
The nipplepullers dangled wildly, tugging on her stretched nipples, but she
was sure he was close.  Then suddenly one of the pins slipped and blood
streamed back into her nipple and numb nerves starting reporting.  An image
of her nipple inflated by her own blood until it burts flashed through her
mind before the pain/pleasure combination threw her into an intense orgasm.

   An animal scream going on and on errupted from his pet's throat as her
pussy started squeezing his cock in orgasmic pulses.  He allowed himself a
moment of feeling victorious before he grabbed her hips and let himself
loose.  Ramming into her he filled her with spurt after spurt of come.  He
held her hips against his as he breathed heavily and tried to gather his
thoughts again.  With her orgasm ebbing out she collapsed, held up by his
hands on her hips.  He eased her down and put her on her back, then put his
cock in her mouth and ordered her to clean it.

   "Come on, clean my cock now, slut," he ordered her, and she mindlessly
sucked the softening cock, licking it clean and tasting the mixture of his
semen and her fluids.  She could feel her freed nipple throbbing as she
cleaned him, and she wanted to touch it but didn't dare move her hands. 
Only the no-taste taste of her saliva was left when he took her cock from
her mouth again.  Moving down between her knees he started licking her
pussy, and without thinking she put her hands on his head, twining her
fingers in his hair.  She pulled his head hard against her pussy and he
started sucking her clit.  He wet a finger on one hand and started
caressing her sore nipple, still sucking her clit, and she moaned loudly.
Then when she was nearing another orgasm he removed the other nippleclip
and multiple orgasms sent lightning through her body from pussy to breasts
and back until she passed out from the pleasure.

   She woke up in her own bed wearing a silk nightie and feeling pretty
good.  Last night had been incredible.  She felt a tingling from her sore
pussy as she thought about it.  And speaking about sore, her nipples were
still very tender and she wanted to see how her butt looked.  The welts
from yesterday were not as high, barely raising from the surrounding skin
now, but they still felt bad and they were inky black.  Looking at the
black half moons made her wonder where her Master from last night were. 
Her bed looked like she had slept there alone, unless he'd fluffed her
extra pillows after getting up, had he left in the night, or slept on the
couch?

   He didn't care if it would seem a bit weird to anyone else that he felt
he'd be invading her privacy if he slept with her in bed, so he took the
couch.  Being Lord and Master he supposed he could have put her there and
taken the bed for himself but he'd felt more comfortable this way, mentally
that is.  The couch was not all that good to sleep on.  He'd given up
sleeping anymore some time ago and had already finished breakfast and was
waiting for her to wake up and come looking for him.  Maybe she thought the
game was over when she woke up alone, but he'd prepared some more, and he
was looking forward to finishing what he'd started.

   He heard her footsteps as she left her bedroom and he was looking at the
door when she appeared.  She was wearing just the nightie he'd put on her
before tucking her in last night and smiled to him when she noticed him. 
She looked like she was about to speak when he moved his right hand and she
noticed the antenna in it.  He grinned inwardly as she lowered her eyes and
stopped.  "Good morning, pet," he said and stood.  He walked over to her
and stood behind her.  Using the tip of the car antenna he caressed her
breasts and nipples, his other hand rubbing her bottom, provoking small
moans when he touched the welts.

   "Did you sleep well, pet?" he asked.  "Yes, Lord and Master," she
answered, feeling herself getting aroused again by his caresses.  "You
hungry?" "Yes, Lord and Master." "Well, we'll have to fix that before
finishing your punishment." He stopped caressing her and she shuddered as
he first collected her hair into a ponytail and then gently pushed her down
until she was on all fours.  She felt a bit silly as he led her like this
into the kitchen, but excited too as he kept caressing her back with the
tip of the antenna.  In the kitchen there a bowl of cereal was on the
floor. She looked at him questioningly as he fetched milk from the fridge
and poored in the bowl.  He just sat down on a chair behind her and she
understood she wasn't getting a spoon.  While she was eating, the tip of
the antenna kept caressing her back and ass and he was talking to her. 
"You really enjoyed last night, didn't you pet.  I know you did.  Now it
can't really be called punishment when you enjoy it, can it?  No, I don't
think so either.  Yesterday was pleasure, now it's time for pain.  You
finished with breakfast already?" There had not been much in the bowl when
she started, and she was grateful for she was to excited and scared to eat
much more.  She licked the bowl clean of milk hoping to please him by being
the good pet.

   He knew she was a little frightened about what he might do, but she was
obviously excited as well.  That wasn't what he'd planned now though, he
wanted her more scared.  Her pink tongue cleaning the bowl and her firm
round butt in the air was a turn on, but it was time for pain.  "Stand up,"
he ordered and she rose from the floor.  An almost finished roll of
toiletpaper jammed between her jaws and fastened with a rope made a good
gag.  "Can't have you scaring the neighbours," he said and admired his own
work.  "Bend at the waist now." Her nightie slipped to the floor "Arms
around your legs." He tied her lower arms together and roped her calves
together as well, then he tied her nightie around her head loosely.  Now
that she was blinded it would be easier to scare.  He whipped her back once
with the antenna, hard, and whispered to her through her nightie blindfold,
"Pain, remember?" He knew she'd be steeling herself for another stroke, but
one wasn't coming.

   Tied up, blind and gagged, trying to balance and with a painfult welt
across her back she was now much more scared than excited.  How much pain
could he have planned for her?  She was waiting for him to whip her back
again, but she couldn't even hear him.  Where was he now?  His touch came
back, not as a stroke of the antenna whip, but easing something between her
body and thighs...  some sort of padded stick, a broomhandle possibly.  She
was lifted up by this and carried somewhere.  She had no idea where, but
he'd managed to build something that kept her hanging by this bar without
touching the floor.  Then he flipped her around.  Her weight was now across
her upper arms, a bit painfull, but not on the top of her mind.  Whatever
pain he could have planned was foremost there, and evidently on his mind
too.  He started whipping her thighs from just below where her arms where
tied and downwards.  The pain just kept increasing and she screamed into
her gag.  After 20-25 strokes he stopped.  It felt like her thighs were on
fire from her knees down to her bum.  She imagined blood dribbling down
them and sobbed.

   He was admiring his handywork, 22 evenly spaced red stripes down the
wellformed smooth thighs.  Welts were forming and he softly caressed a
thigh feeling the ridges they made.  He heard her sobbing and could see
tears staining the nightie.  Enough of the all pain routine, time to sneak
in some pleasure.  He started by softly caressing her thighs between the
welts.  He moved downwards and started caressing her outer lips.  When her
excitetment started to become visible he softly kissed and licked her
pussy, enjoying the taste of her juice.  He kept it up for a few seconds
until he felt the time was ready for his next little game.

   His lips and tongue were so good on her pussy she almost forgot the pain
radiating from her thighs.  Then suddenly they disappeared.  She moaned her
frustration into her gag and tried to wriggle in her bonds.  Suddenly a
lance of pain shot through her.  He'd whipped her again, close to her knee.
A short break and his tongue was on her pussy again.  Then he stopped and
she waited for the whip, it came a little further from her knee this time.
Tongue between her folds again, the pain there in her mind as well, and
this time adding to her pleasure.  Tongue gone and she waited for the whip,
she steeled herself but he let her wait.  Then when she was sure it would
come his tongue returned instead.  He kept this routine up, keeping her
confused about what would come next, tongue or whip.

   He knew she was turned on to the max because she was dripping juice on
the carpet.  He kept mixing whipping with licking, filling in the spaces
between his first strokes.  He tried to keep her close to orgasm but not
quite there and he almost succeded in putting one stroke between each of
his previous ones.  But she orgasmed too soon.  When he noticed he'd
brought her over the edge he kept up his licking and whipped her at the
same time, not as hard as the single strokes since he was doing two things
at once.

   The whipping and licking kept her orgasm increasing in strenght until
she thought she'd pass out again, but eventually it stopped.  He left her
to hang a while alone with her feelings and she felt like rational thought
might be able again when she was moved again.  This time she was laid on
her back on the bed and her arms and legs were first untied, then tied
again.  Her arms stretched out to each side, her like they were, just a
little more apart.  She didn't know what he was doing but her ankles were
wrapped in rope and she couldn't move her legs.  He'd fastened them to
something that could be moved though, cause he spread her legs a little,
then pushed them together again.  He removed her gag and retied the nightie
so it was covering only her eyes.  Then he started fucking her, his chest
was against her tortured thighs provoking continuous pain, while his hips
pumped his cock in and out of her sopping pussy.  She needed another orgasm
because the pain was increasing and his fucking didn't stimulate her
pleasure centers enough.

   When he started fucking her she was so wet he hardly felt anything, he
knew she was getting more pain than pleasure by the way his increased as he
wore away her lubrication faster than it was renewed.  When he judged the
moment right he grabbed her ankles where they were fastened to two bars
(another two brooms actually) allowing them to be tied yet movable.  He
swiftly moved them from tight together to spread all the way and pressed
himself against all of her body.  His cock deep in her pussy and his chest
pressing against her breasts he sunk his tongue into her in a deep french
kiss.  He felt the sudden jump from too much pain to all pleasure getting
to her as she moaned and pressed against him.  She was just so good against
him and he felt himself approaching climax.  He knew she was close to hers
as well and as he was getting ready to explode he moved both hands down and
ran them up and down her ridged thighs.  As her pussy started contracting
around his cock he pumped his sperm deep into her.

   As he untied her she had just the energy to put her arms around him. 
She actually fell asleep again, even though it was still morning.  She
didn't sleep very long though, and this time he was there when she woke
up...  He'd be there in the future too, but that's another story, or should
I say stories.

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