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The Visit 8
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yMP - the Royal
[Part 8]
As I sit exhausted on the floor behind you where I have collapsed, I can
look up and see my come drooling out of your still gaping ass, and know
that I have enjoyed everything you have to offer.
I can also see that you have fainted completely away, and wonder whether
you can actually take any more stimulation before you are allowed
extensive rest. At least you are fully supported in your present position,
so I decide to wait for a few minutes and see how you feel when you
revive. I get up and put on my robe, and then walk around between you
and the mirror, to watch you as you slowly return to your senses.
As your eyelids flutter slowly open, it takes a moment for your eyes to
focus on me. When they do, a wide smile crosses your face, and you ask:
"That was wonderful! When can we do it again?"
I explain that the time is approaching mid-afternoon, and that we can
expect wife and children home about 8pm. I give you the option of
continuing the scene, or of going off to bed alone to recuperate. I also
remind you that this is likely to be our last time with only each other, that
for the rest of your "vacation" scenes are very likely to be three way, with
wife fully involved.
I tell you to think carefully before answering; that even the months of
exercise you have carried out in preparation for this visit will not have
been as exhausting as the last two days, and that you may not want to
overdo the exercise today.
you beg forgiveness for your next comment, and explain that you are still
greedy, and want me alone as often as you can be allowed to have me, and
that therefore you would like to carry on with the scene. you "think" you
can handle more.
you know that I will inevitably allow you to have more, as I have found it
impossible to deny you in the past.
We will carry on.
At this stage we know that we are both tired, and that relief is necessary,
but I will deny you even that for a few minutes. Again I walk behind you
while you strain to see what I am doing in the mirror.
As you feel my hands starting to remove the straps of your crotch basket,
the lights again flash as I capture the end of the session on film. After
removing the cross straps and their retaining strap, your cunt can be seen
in all its coral, pink and red glory. The lips are still totally engorged,
and wrap beautifully around the end of the dildo, which has now fully sunk
in. your fluids have saturated your cunt hair, and my pearly come has run
down from your ass to mingle with yours. your crotch is a scene of
exquisite beauty.
I stroke the insides of your thighs gently, and order you to begin expelling
the dildo. The dildo begins its slow trip out as you tense and release your
pelvic muscles, but as I snap away with the camera, I occasionally tell you to
stop for a moment, just to see the dildo rise and fall as you grip it.
you _do_ put on a beautifully depraved show for me.
Eventually of course, the gushing lubrication of your cunt allows it to drop
away, just as happened the previous night with the cucumber, and I put
away my camera for the meantime.
Next the weights are removed from the breast straps, and then the straps
themselves are next to go.
A few minutes work sees you untied, and you slowly and stiffly back out
from between the ladder's rungs and stand before me, naked, dripping
with sweat and our mingled juices, with stripes and blotches on your skin
where the ropes, rungs, and straps have left their mark. your hair is a mess,
and your makeup has been destroyed.
you have truly given me everything you have to give.
you are simply gorgeous.
I wrap you in my arms and crush you in an emotional and intense squeeze.
After a minute or two, I send you off to the toilet and shower, and tell you
that you have as long as you want to get cleaned up and prepared to start
again. I inform you that you may use any furniture that you find in the
room when you are finished, until I return.
you find that the bathroom off the "exercise room" has been prepared
with everything you are likely to need, including shampoo, creams, make-
up and hair dryer. Large fluffy towels and a thigh length white terrycloth
robe are hung on the towel warming rack. Climbing into the shower, you
happily start to renew yourself.
While you are out of the room, I quickly roll up the dropcloth to reveal a
tall open frame of 4x4s which was standing behind it. The rectangular
frame is braced at the corners by triangles of plywood, and has eight
ratcheted winches loaded with 3/8 inch cotton rope spaced around the
edges. The entire contraption is supported by outriggers so that it is
rigid and steady, and a cable attaches it to a pulley hung from the
ceiling.
I wheel in an armchair, and place it to the side of the mirror, in front
of the frame.
Having carried out the first preparations, I go myself for my shower,
so that you will return to the room while I am not there, and have a
chance to imagine what is likely to be coming next.
***********
A little while later, you open the bathroom door and again step into
the exercise room. you are still somewhat weary, but your shower
has refreshed you, and you are preceded by the gentle waft of your
perfume. you are wrapped in the white terrycloth robe, and your
blonde locks neatly frame your sweet face.
you walk over to the frame, and run your hand carefully up and
down the frame, feeling the strong grain under the smooth varnished
surface. you shudder as you think of the opportunities this frame
will give me to work on your body and your mind, and smile as you
think of how these efforts are likely to make you feel.
you see the armchair, and remembering my instructions, go over and
sit in it, facing the frame. Somehow this chair does not feel comfortable,
and you shift back and forth, and curl up your legs beneath you trying
to get comfortable.
you can hear the other shower running upstairs, and suddenly realise
why you are not comfortable. you slip off the chair, and sit on the rug
in front of the chair, leaning back against the front of the chair. Now you
feel comfortable - you would never be comfortable sitting in your
Master's chair, your proper place is at his feet.
Now you lean back to put your head on the edge of the seat, and the
warmth of the sun through the walls of the room and the soft rush of the
shower upstairs gradually lulls you into daydreaming.
you remember some of the scenes that you have acted out with your
Master through email messages and telephone calls.
Again you shudder as you remember how your first difficult punishment
was to whip your inner thighs, and how it had stung. The stiff heavy
shoelaces had been very effective in reminding you of how your
Master could control you through selective levels of pain.
And the day that you had misunderstood his instructions. After stretching
your nipples and wrapping them in scotch tape to leave the front quarter
inch exposed, you had used your pencil to strike the swelling nub beyond
the tape rather than the taped section, and had felt considerable agony.
you remembered standing on your desk at work with your skirt tucked
into your waist band and your panties pulled right up into your crack,
exposing yourself to anyone who might be able to see in your window.
your pussy starts to seep again as you remember how you did more than
just show your ass, you actually wiggled it back and forth, and bent over
further to push it back toward the possible watchers. And how you
enjoyed telling your Master how hot this exposure had made you.
And how hot the telephone calls had been. With you bent over your
desk with your dress up, pushing the knots of your rope toy into your
pussy and ass, one at a time, and breathing the count into the telephone
for your Master to hear. Steady expansion had been the aim, and each
time you achieved another knot in your total, you were rewarded by
your Master's praise.
Or the other toys, sometimes in your steaming pussy, sometimes in your
hot dry ass, sometimes rubbing your legs or your tits. Every experience
had been another step on your voyage to this room.
And every step had been followed by increasingly intense orgasms, as
your Master's experience and guidance had helped you to find your
truest happiness.
And as you relived the dreams, you nodded off to sleep, happy to
sit subserviently by his chair, awaiting whatever might be his further
pleasure.
**************
I return to the exercise room to find you sleeping against the armchair,
your hair spread on the seat, and the hem of the robe sliding up around
your waist, leaving your legs exposed. I move again to the cupboard,
and return with a short quirt.
Again I drink in your beauty, but the time to relax has ended, and the
work is again to resume. I bend over in front of you, raise my arm,
and lash the quirt down over one exposed thigh.
you immediately scream, and grab at the welt which rises quickly on
your skin. your eyes are wide, though you have not completely
recovered from your sleep, and you are completely confused by your
surroundings.
Before you can speak again, I ask whether this is how you should be
when your Master enters the room, asleep and unaware? you sob
that you had meant no disrespect, but I cut off your words, pointing
out that you still have not presented yourself to me properly.
you scramble to a kneeling position, spread your knees, and quickly
lace your fingers behind your neck. your robe drops open, exposing
your breasts, belly, and pussy, as your tears streak down your cheeks.
I inform you that for your disrespect, you will again be spanked. you
can still feel the heat in your buns from the strap which has so recently
warmed you as you hung in the ladder and you wonder whether your
ass can accept still more punishment.
I order you to stand, and remove your robe. you fold it and place it on
the chair, and again return your fingers to their place behind your neck.
I move to the cupboard, and bring back a black corset. This corset is
not one of the lacy toys seen at most adult shops, but a heavy satin
garment, with strong bones and stays, closed by heavy laces. It's bra
portion has only quarter cup supports, and you can see that it is cut
fairly high in the rear, to allow easy access to your buttocks.
I hold it up to your belly, and slide it up underneath your tits. They are
lifted and squeezed inwards slightly on their platforms, and jut out before
you temptingly. your nipples are already erect as you consider what is
coming. I tell you to hold it in place, and then move around behind you
to lace you up.
The laces cross your back again and again until all the eyelets are
connected, and then the restriction begins. your ribs are squeezed
slightly, but your 33 inch waist is compressed to first to 30 inches, and then
again to get it down to 29 inches. I then tie the loose ends of the laces
around your waist, giving you even less expandability than the unyielding
corset was willing to give. you are totally restricted to this waist size for as
long as the corset remains on. I tell you to move about, and then to touch
your toes, to see how the corset improves your posture and bearing.
you can feel it with every breath, and you gasp occasionally as one move
or another constricts you still further. Bending is very difficult, and you
realise if you want to bend, you will have to bend from the hips rather than
the waist. This means that you will need to hold onto something for support,
or bend your knees to retain your balance.
you find it hard to believe when I tell you that your waist will be further
constricted and yet you will be comfortable with it, by the time you are
ready to return to your home.
Once I am satisfied with your posture and bearing, I tell you stand in front
of the mirror and look at yourself. you are amazed at the picture you make.
you are quite wasp-waisted, seemingly too small to support the magnificent
tits that jut from the top of the corset. your face is flushed, and you can see
the pinkish glow that peeks around the sides of your hips from your ass.
Again you wonder how you will be able to take another spanking. When
you placed your ad in alt.personals.bondage you had never thought that
anything could come to this. Yet you would not have given up a moment
of it, and you will not give it up now.
Placing my hands on your shoulders, I turn you so that the mirror is now
directly behind you. Again I move to the cupboard, and return holding
four wide black leather cuffs. you immediately hold out your arms, and
the first pair is quickly wrapped around your wrists. you wonder what is
coming next though, as I clip the second pair to the first, but leave them
open. Another trip to the cupboard sees me bringing back your collar.
This I require you to install, despite your clumsiness with the extra set of
cuffs on your wrists. Eventually you do it though, and again stand upright
before me.
By the time you have done this I have brought two short chains from the
cupboard. They are attached to the small D on the front of the collar, and
hang down between your breasts.
Now to finish the restriction, I order you to place your hands on your
knees.
As soon as you bend forward from your hips, you have to bend your
knees and shift your feet apart to keep your balance, and your ass
pushes out behind you. As your hands come down onto your knees,
I wrap the second cuffs around your lower thighs, and your hands are
securely held where they are . Finally, the chains are connected to the
thigh straps, and you are in position to be thoroughly spanked.
I order you to bend still further, and look between your legs look at
yourself in the mirror, and you can see how beautifully obscenely you are
opened for me. Then I order you to shuffle around so that the mirror is
directly to your right side, and again look into the mirror to see how your
entire ass and lower back is smoothly stretched and thrust outwards,
presented for my desires. your tits hang free of any restraint, round
and full as their weight drags them down.
The beauty of your subservience is overpowering!
Now the punishment begins. I stand to your left, so that you can choose
to look toward me, or toward the mirror. Since the mirror will show you
both of us, I suggest you watch there.
My hand goes up and down, and the first slap lands sharply on the most
tightly curved portion of your right cheek. you can see the white imprint
of my fingers on the pinky-rose colour of the earlier strapping, before the
hand-print turns an angry red to mark the first pain.
After six or seven swats to each side your tears begin, and by the fifteenth
to each side you are sobbing openly.
The lights again flash occasionally as I record the strength of our passions,
but you are so wrapped up in the scene, you do not even notice.
I step away for a moment, leaving you solitary to wallow in your heat and
pain, and then return with my quirt in my hand. By now your knees are
shaking, and your sobs are heaving your tits back and forth despite the
corset.
The first you know of the quirt is the sharp sting on your inner thigh, as a
new welt joins the first that awakened you for this scene. your head snaps
up against the chains, and you shudder as more pain joins the heat in your
belly. Four more quick strokes on the inside of each thigh has you on the
edge of your limits.
Again I move away, and your head hangs as you are wracked by pain and
desire. The unrelenting attention I have paid to you for the past two days is
catching up to you, and you want to pleasure all of me for the complete
fulfillment of your dreams. you now know exactly what a slave can feel
towards her benevolent Master.
As the tears begin to clear from your eyes, you can see that the chair
has been moved in front of you, and that your Master is seated before
you, with his robe open, and his tool rigid before your eyes.
Without even thinking, you lunge forward and capture the cock in your
mouth. In moving onto my cock though, you have overbalanced, and
with some panic you feel it sink deeply into your throat as your weight
continues to fall forward, driving me further into you. your weight rests
on your neck and toes, as your face presses hard into my belly, yet
you do not allow your teeth to close on the precious gift I have allowed
you to engulf.
I begin to bring the quirt down on your shoulders, in quick, short strokes,
as you bend your knees still further, and begin to press them into the front
of the chair to back my cock out of your throat. you twist your head back
and forth, squeezing my cock with your muscles, and almost causing me
to drop my load before I am completely ready. Again you sink forward
onto me, and this time I am forced to take your shoulders and push you
back. your ovalled mouth gapes like a hungry fish as I take away the food
you so desperately want.
I push you back to your balanced position, and quickly move out of the
chair. Turning it sideways, I place the arm under your head, with you
again facing the mirror. Now I move around behind you, quickly bending
my knees, to drive my rigid cock straight into your overheated quim.
It is too much for either of us to stand, and only one or two strokes sees
us both arching and screaming, as my boiling come streams again into the
depths of your belly. We grind our sexes together, writhing out the last
of the orgasms, then collapse to the floor, spent completely again.
*******
Part 8 ends
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