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NOT LOOKING FOR A DOORMAT!!!!!

Strictly Sadistic experienced Master seeks loyal, truthful and masochistic sub or slave girl for longterm TPE relationship or play, you will be kept chained, tied, gagged for long periods of time, you have to endurance punishments when needed, humiliation, longterm bondage/chaining etc.

Though you will have to obey and in every way do your best effort to keep Me happy.

But there is also a normal side of me with a lot of love and care for my girl, she will be taken to restaurants, movies and such things and to people outside this world we would look like a "normal" couple. Even if she would wear her collar and cuffs.

For further information, please feel free to send a message and don´t be afraid of asking questions about things you want to know more about.

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3/20/2008 12:38:10 PM
At first glance you couldn't tell she lived a dark lust-filled lifestyle, she was an attractive but reserved person, moderately shy but the type of person everyone liked and respected. She worked in a professional setting by day but at night she was a different person. She loved the idea of BDSM; she longed to have a master who would use her, the idea of pain, humiliation and total submission intrigued her but she couldn't bring herself to trust someone enough to try it. Her shyness would not let her reach out to a would-be master so she had to settle for being her own master.

She would go home at night and prepare herself just like she would for a real master, she kept no body hair, wore no clothing at home and at all times had a thick leather collar on her neck when at home. She had purchased many toys and used them on herself the best she could, her favorite was the nipple and clit clamps she wore when she was "bad" and being "punished." Although she could keep herself moderately satisfied in this way she could not bring the true helplessness and humiliation to herself, she also would have to stop her "punishments" much sooner than a real master would have just because she could not hold out under her own will power.

One of her favorite pastimes was to read stories of BDSM and then act them out on herself, she had limited success due to the fact that she could only restrain herself so far and still be able to release herself. She had a set of handcuffs and had gotten fairly good at putting herself in a "punishment" situation making it last slightly longer than she could have normally by having to release herself, which took time. She even froze the key in a large picture of water on a few occasions which forced her to wait until the ice had melted before releasing herself but the last time she had done this she nearly lost the key down the drain as she poured the water out (with her hands cuffed behind her back) so she was afraid of trying this again (she had thrown the other key away to stop herself from using it before the ice had melted allowing her access to the original key). She was feeling down in the dumps one night while reading a story of a lucky lady who had a real master, reading the things he was doing to her made her hot but at the same time all the more depressed. She continued reading story after story and finally stumbled onto a story of a woman having stinging nettles used on her. She read this story three times, each time bringing herself to orgasm dreaming of this being done to her. She decided to find some of these and try it out.

The next day she called in sick to work and went out in search of the precious nettles, she had found a picture of them on the net and printed it out so she could be sure of what she needed to find. She spent most of the morning looking with no luck; she had found a patch of poison ivy and made a wide arch around it remembering the last time she had gotten into it while wearing shorts. She continued looking for hours and finally gave up and went home. She found the site on these nettles again and began to read, it seemed the effects of the nettles were very similar to those of poison ivy. The ivy would last longer and possibly leave blisters and had the chance of spreading but other than that they were similar. She remembered when she had been hiking in shorts and gotten into it, she itched for days and finally had to see a doctor, she knew when she got into it what had happened but being a short day hike she didn't bring a first aid kit with her and used water to try to wash it off (this only spread it to her arms and hands).

It had been nearly three hours before she had been able to get home and wash thoroughly. She wondered what would happen if she put the ivy exactly where she wanted to put it, leave it to dry and then washed thoroughly to prevent its spreading. She was sure she could come up with the same effect as the woman in the story had, if she was careful she could limit how bad the effects were and keep it from spreading, she decided to try. She went back out (with plastic gloves and a plastic bag) and filled the bag with the ivy leaves. She got herself ready and (before she chickened out) rubbed a leaf (using another plastic glove to protect her hand) on her nipples and clit. She then quickly pulled the glove off and cuffed her hands behind her back.

As soon as she had her hands cuffed she felt the effects in earnest, she tried to release the cuffs as fast as she could (only to drop the key three or four times), she was going mad. She couldn't keep still which was making it harder to release the cuffs, she was hopping and jumping around doing anything she could to relieve the itching and burning on her little nub. She finally got the cuffs off, donned a pair of plastic gloves and headed for the bathroom. She had forgotten to put out the cleaning supplies before she had done this to herself (mainly because she didn't think it would be this bad) so she had to rummage through her cabinets finding what she needed and (although she tried not to) her hand went down to try to rub and sooth some of the itching and burning out of her nub.

She washed the best she could and then headed for the bedroom. She was in misery but heaven at the same time; she had never before felt anything this erotic or this irritating. The itching and burning on her nipples was bad but she was drenched due to the tingling sensations going on in her clit. She lay down and rubbed herself to two mind-shattering orgasms and although exhausted felt like she needed more. She tried to sleep but got very little that night, her hands were constantly on her nipples and clit. She woke the next morning very tired and in such a frenzy from itching she had to call in sick again. She used two bottles of itch relief lotion that day but still didn't get much sleep, she also was very aware that she had spread the ivy to other parts of her sex. She had a rash on the outer lips as well as inside of her pussy.

She was also becoming very raw from the constant scratching. The next morning brought no relief but she would either have to go into work or go to the doctors' office (the company she worked for had a policy that more than two sick days in a row required a doctors note as to the reason and time of return to work). She began to dress for work but quickly realized she would be unable to work without making a spectacle of herself, her bra was rubbing against her nipples and, although it did feel good, it was causing more irritation due to the fact she was already raw. She also knew her other hand would be glued to her lap scratching. She finally decided to call in sick and go to the doctor.

After calling in and making an emergency appointment with her doctor she began to try to come up with a story of why she had poison ivy only on her sex and nipples. She decided to tell the doctor she had used a leaf to wipe with after she went pee in the woods and hoped he wouldn't press her on the nipples being affected also. She got dressed (without a bra which she couldn't do at work) and headed to the doctors' office. She tried the best she could to keep from scratching while in the waiting room but it was not possible. She was called into the exam room and received a gown to wear after undressing. The doctor came in and after hearing her story (which he didn't believe) began to examine her. He first examined her nipples and then brought out the stirrups and began the gynecological scan. She thought she would go through the roof when he began moving her clit around inspecting it.

"Unfortunately you have scratched yourself to the point where I'm afraid an infection will start, I'm going to send you to the hospital where they will admit you and both keep you from causing more damage and help to cure this faster." It was like he had slapped her in the face

"Oh can't you just give me something to take the itch away and send me home?"

"I'm afraid not, you have open sores and urine getting into these sores will cause infection. They will have to put a catheter in and that can not be done at home." She slumped noticeably, she was experiencing the humiliation she thought she would love (and in a way this was arousing her), she knew at the hospital she would have a dozen people seeing her and knowing that this hadn't happened on accident. She heard him pick up the phone and begin talking to someone

"Hello Ted, this is Frank, I'm sending a patient to you, she has a severe case of poison ivy on the breasts and vagina area." She heard a long pause "no those are the only places she has it, she's scratched herself to the point that an infection from contact from urine is imminent, she's going to need to be immobilized and catheterized" another pause "ok, I'll stop by this evening to check on her, I just thought I'd give you the heads up so you can get a place ready." She barely heard the last part of the conversation, she was thinking about what was going to happen to her, she was wondering why she had been so stupid as to use poison ivy, all the while she was scratching herself. The doctor hung up the phone and walked back over to her "why don't you get dressed, do you have someone who can pick up your car?"

"Yes"

"Good, I'll have the nurse come in and get the name and number." He left the room and a few moments later a nurse came in, got the information and left again. She was fully dressed wondering what to do now when the doctor returned with two nurses "I don't want you to make matters worse so as a precaution we are going to wrap your hands in ace bandages, then Lisa here will take you to the hospital and get you checked in."

"Oh that's not necessary" and before she could finish he cut her off and a nurse grabbed each hand

"It is "VERY" necessary and will happen." The doctor took a few minutes to wrap each of her hands to the point where she couldn't use them to scratch and then the two nurses helped her to a car and Lisa drove her to the hospital.

At the hospital Lisa helped her out of the car and together they went to the admittance area, Lisa helped to get her checked in, it went quickly because they were expecting her and had most of the processing done already. After this they went up a few floors and down a long hallway to a very remote area. Here they were met by a few nurses and a doctor and ushered into an examination room.

"I know your doctor has already examined you but I must do so also since you are being admitted." The nurses helped her undress (her hands were still wrapped) and the doctor began his examination. She was feeling the sense of helplessness and humiliation she had dreamed of. Here were three females and one man all watching while she was undressed, examined, and then helped into a gown. She was then taken to a private room just down the hall; one of the nurses removed her gown and helped her into bed while the other two proceeded to attach leather cuffs around her wrists, the cuffs were then attached to a padded leather strap that went across her stomach. The doctor came in and one of the nurses helped him get the catheter ready and put in place while the other two removed the ace bandages from her hands. She was terrified by what was happening but also knew this was what she had always wanted. She was being restrained and knew she would be in torment from the itching. This was a medical setting rather than a sexual one but it was having the same effect on her. By the time the doctor had the catheter inserted she was on the verge of orgasm. She knew they all could sense this and they soon put a sheet over her and left saying someone would return in a moment. She lay there feeling the itching, she tried to move her arms but couldn't, she could only get relief by pushing her legs up and together as hard as she could and then moving her hips back and forth as much as possible (which wasn't much with the strap across her stomach). She heard a noise and looked to see the doctor standing at the door.

"This isn't going to work, if you keep that up you'll pull the catheter out of place." He walked to a cabinet and withdrew another padded strap along with a few shorter leather pieces; he pulled the sheet up from her feet to mid-thigh and attached a leather cuff to each ankle, he then told her to spread her legs and attached the cuffs to the leather strap. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing but when he pulled the sheet back into place she tried to move her legs and couldn't. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to her "I hope you understand that although this isn't comfortable and probably embarrassing this is for your own good, it is the best way to keep you from scratching yourself and complicating the problem." She only nodded her head "now lets discuss how this happened."

She told him the story she had made up; he looked at her and shook his head "I could possibly see the exposure in the vaginal region but that doesn't explain the breasts or the fact that you have no rash on your hands. When I examined you I looked at your wrists, there is quite a bit of chaffing there which tells me you have had some sort of wrist restraint on." She could feel herself blushing "also" he pulled the sheet down slightly to expose her whole neck "there is chaffing here, which tells me you were restrained here also. I need to ask this, were you sexually assaulted, if so we need to contact the police."

She shook her head no in terror, she knew he was trying to help her, how was she going to explain this without getting the police involved, she began to cry. "Its ok, would you feel more comfortable talking to a female?" again she shook her head. She was doing everything she could not to tell him but he was being persistent and telling her he had to notify the police if he felt a crime had been committed and he would unless she told him otherwise. Finally, with no other option she tearfully told him she had done this herself. He continued questioning her (he wasn't sure he believed her) until she told him why. She explained the stinging nettle story and how she hadn't found any so she used the ivy. When she was done she realized the worst humiliation she had ever felt. "I believe I can help you, you enjoy the feelings of vulnerability as well as the itching don't you?" she nodded her head; her heart was thumping in anticipation, wondering what was he going to do. He called to the nurse and she began to panic "please don't tell anyone else, oh please."

"I won't give all of the details but I have to tell them something or they'll call the police themselves and you'll have to explain to them what happened. I had you placed in this remote area because I thought, from the sounds of it on the phone, this was an assault and I wanted to try to keep the police presents as small as possible in the main hospital but I believe this will work now as well." He stood up saying, "I will be back in a little while, and I am ordering the nurses to not administer anything to you to relieve your itching, you will receive exactly what you desire, the feelings you are feeling now with the inability to stop them. Enjoy, and I'll be back to check on you in a while."

He walked out of the room as the nurse was coming in, they stood at the door looking over a manila file and speaking in low voices. She could not hear what they were saying but could imagine, the doctor made a few notes in the chart, put it in the holder outside of her door and they both walked away. She lay there thinking about what he had said; "true it was what I have always longed for but now I know what they mean by "be careful what you ask for because you might just get it."

She lay there for what seemed like forever, she tried to move any part of her to relieve the itching but couldn't. She was fed a bland dinner by a candy striper and then again left alone.

Finally she heard a noise at the door and looked. Looking in at her were the doctor that was now in charge of her as well as her normal doctor (the one who sent her here), they were talking in low voices, she was wondering what the new doctor had told everyone. A person in a janitors uniform came into the room excusing himself as he pushed by the doctors, he had a box with a cord attached to it and was coming towards her bed. He completely ignored her as he attached the box to the head of her bed and then ran the cord to somewhere out of her sight, he turned a few knobs on the box and said "testing 1-2-3 testing," he then went to the door, looked down the hall and then she heard him tell the doctors it was all set. She heard the new doctor ask him to have the nurse at the desk check on somebody and he nodded. Her regular doctor walked into the room followed by her new doctor

"I see you're all set, are you doing any better?" She looked at the other doctor and he nodded his head to her, she had the feeling she had better say yes

"Yes, much better, thank you" she said in a voice just above a whisper

"She'll be just fine, I've already talked with her about the need for the restraints and, although she agrees it isn't extremely comfortable, she understands the need. I've got her slightly sedated so she's probably a little groggy. I don't see her being like this past tomorrow but we may have to keep her one extra day to keep a close check on the on-setting infection." The new doctor said in a matter of fact professional manner.

"Well good, since your in such good hands I'll see you in about a week after you get out of here, I'll want to do a follow-up to make sure no complications set in" said her normal doctor.

"Good idea, I'll have one of the nurses call and set up an appointment with your office the day she is released" said the new doctor, and they both turned and left the room together. She was trying to see what the box at the head of the bed was when she realized somebody was standing in the room. She looked to see the new doctor watching her. "I've ordered a sound monitor be installed both in here and at the nurses station since you're unable to reach the normal nurse call button." He went to the box and flipped a switch "there that's better, every noise from this room will be heard at the nurses station with that thing on but "we" don't want that right now do we?"

She shook her head half heartedly wondering why she wouldn't want them to hear what was going to happen, an anxious feeling went all through her and with this feeling was a sudden spasm in her itching sex.

"I've told everyone that you and your boyfriend had been experimenting and that is how this happened, sorry but it's the best I could come up with and make everyone happy with the story. I've also told the nurses you have strong allergic reactions to many medications and have requested none be used if possible so you'll have to play along with that otherwise I'll have to tell everyone you've done this to yourself." She shook her head, she didn't like his story (it made her sound like a foolish slut) but it was better than the truth (that she was a foolish horny pervert), either way she looked dumb but this way she could say she didn't know what her boyfriend was doing. "I'll be getting off of work here in a few minutes, I just thought I'd stop by and talk to you for a minute, I also want to check the catheter" he reached to her neck and pulled the sheet down to her legs, she was completely exposed once again. He began moving the tube this way and that tugging slightly on it and then pushing it up a little farther, when he was done with this he took two fingers and slowly moved her clit up and down and then side to side.

He took his time inspecting her clit, he inspected so close she felt his hot breath on it, she was feeling thunderous shockwaves go through her, by the time he was done she was moaning loudly and trying to buck her hips the best she could. " Everything looks good;" he said as he stopped his manipulation, causing a gasp and then moan from her, I'll be back on duty in the morning, until then the nurses are under orders not to release you or give you any form of relief, sweet dreams." Her eyes were as large as saucers; he had manipulated her to the point of no return and then quit just shy of paradise, she could tell by his broad smile he both knew what he had done and was enjoying it.

She felt the sheet being pulled back over her body and saw him flip the switch on the box, then he left shutting the lights out as he left. She was alone in the dark feeling the itching as well as the severe need still active in her loins. She could only lay there in misery, this was what she wanted (maybe needed) but it was not an easy thing to endure. She was so drained by the last few nights she would have gotten more sleep but every hour on the hour a nurse came in and checked the catheter waking her up, she would then again lay in misery until sleep slowly came.

She asked one of the nurses if she could help relieve the itching but the nurse told her she couldn't do anything without the doctors' consent; "you did ask for no medications if it could be helped didn't you?" She thought about what the doctor had said and nodded her head. "I do hope this makes you think twice before letting someone rub a poison plant down there, it must be hell." She could only nod her head thinking how right the nurse was.

She awoke (yet again) to the feel of the sheet being removed, she had found during the night it was better to barely open her eyes, she was then able to go back to sleep more easily but this time as she peeped through her squinted eyes she saw the doctor "what time is it?"

"Oh, good morning, sleep well?" He smiled at his own joke, "its morning, and its time to check out how you're doing. We have the catheter in place but you will still have to have bowel movements on your own, do you feel the need now or should we wait?" She thought about this and wondered what was going to happen if she did need to, she decided she didn't need to find out just yet and told him so. "Ok, just going to check the catheter and all affected areas then, a candy striper will be right in with breakfast, just let someone know when you need to go."

She felt the sheet slide down her body, he slowly starting inspecting her breasts giving special attention to her itchy nipples, after he was satisfied (satisfied she was as hot as she would get in that way she thought) he moved down and began checking the catheter, he inserted a speculum and looked (as well as felt) inside of her, and then removed the speculum and began checking the outside of her. He took his time rubbing the ultra sensitive lips of her sex and then did a thorough examination of her clit. She again was bucking and moaning (on the verge of orgasm) when he stopped. He slid the sheet up again saying "a little swelling, I'll have to keep a close eye on that" and then smiled, turned and walked out.

She was fed breakfast (bland hospital food fed to her like she was an infant) and then left to lie for some time. The doctor returned a while later; "do you feel the need to have a bowel movement yet?" She did but was afraid of what might happen, she decided it would happen sooner or later so said she did and braced herself for the worst. "Ok then, we will release you and then you have two choices, we will either restrain your hands behind your back and you will then be aloud to relieve yourself in private or we will leave your hands free but someone will be with you the entire time. You are not to be left alone without restraints until the blisters clear so the choice is yours."

She thought about her choices, either not have the use of her hands or have someone watch her at a most intimate moment she opted for the former. The doctor called a nurse and together they undid her restraints and put new ones on her wrists holding them behind her back. She was then ushered to a bathroom that was down the hall, she was turning crimson red by the time they reached the bathroom hoping nobody would see her stark ass naked with her hands bound to prevent her from hiding her modesty. They closed the door telling her to call when she was ready; when she was done she instinctively tried to reach for the toilet paper and wondered how this would be handled.

She called and the nurse came in, released her hands, watched as she performed her duty, and then reattached her wrists and led her back to her room, "so much for privacy" she thought. The doctor was there to help restrain her and then she was left alone again.

The routines was the same the rest of the day, every hour a nurse would come in and check the catheter and every few hours the doctor would come in and "examine" her, she was in a perpetual state of arousal. The doctor came in just before his shift ended and "examined" her stating she still had exposed blisters and would be there another night, she readied herself for another night of torment. The next morning went much like the one before; she was fed, ushered to the bathroom, and then restrained.

She spent yet another day and night like this, the next morning (after her normal duty) the doctor returned sooner than normal. He flipped the switch on the monitor to the off position and then said; "The blisters have cleared up most of the way and a bit later you'll be released, but I'm afraid there might have been some nerve damage, I'm going to do a series of tests to check the nerve endings ok?" She nodded, anything to be free to move again "I'll be doing different things to the affected areas, I'll need you to tell me if you feel what I'm doing and how strong the sensation are ok?" again she nodded wondering what he was going to do and why he had turned off the monitor to do them.

He went outside and picked up a board, he then placed this board (with a notch where her neck was and legs on each side to hold it upright) just under her chin blocking her vision. "Ok I'm going to begin, tell me what you feel and how strong the sensation." She felt a slight brush against her left nipple and then a slight squeeze (every time telling him what she felt). This was repeated to her other nipple, she was never sure what was going to happen or which nipple was going to get the stimulation. The tests were getting fairly rough (not enough to cause pain but enough to cause a twitch in her twat with every sensation) and finally she felt pinpricks on her nipples, they alternated from slight pricks to sharp painful ones. This was kept up for some time before she was soaking wet (both in sweat and in her sex), he then showed her what he had been using.

"This is called a neurological pinwheel or just pinwheel for short. Now that I have your reaction in this particular affected area I'll use it on an unaffected area to see if the reaction is different." He ran it up and down her stomach, then the left inner thigh and then the right. She didn't even imagine it would be used "down there" until he started the light brushing against her slit. This exam took nearly two hours and ended with his running the "pinwheel" up and down her swollen, sensitive, pussy lips and over her clit. By the time he was done she was on the brink of insanity, she had never been pushed so far for so long without release. "I'm afraid there might be nerve damage, I think we'll have to keep you for another day for further testing."

"Nooooooooooooo" was all she could scream, she needed something right now and she knew he would not let her have it

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want, pleeeease!!!"

"No, tell me." She was ashamed to say it but needed it so bad she had to

"I need to cum"

"You haven't yet begun to feel what it is like to need to cum, if you were to let me take you to your limit you would not be able to stand how good it would feel when you were finally allowed to. Would you like that?"

"Yes... No... I don't know"

"Well you just let me know when you decide, until then you will stay here for more neurological testing." She was crying now, she had never before been in this position, she was completely under his power, this was what she had always wanted but right now all she wanted was to be allowed to cum. She knew long ago that if she ever relinquished control to someone that that someone would own her, she also knew that that was (at one time) exactly what she dreamed of but now, she was having second thoughts. Her whole universe was centered on one thing, her need, and she knew that he would keep that one thing from her. She had tried to get herself to this state of arousal many times by using her own will power but even after cuffing her hands behind her back she had stopped well short. This was her chance to take the ride as far as it could go, she could end this ride on her own or allow him to take her to the places she had only dreamed of and read about before.

"Ok, yes, please anything"

"Good, I get off shift in a few hours and have three days off after that, I'll get you signed out and then come and get you, we'll continue this testing at MY office. Oh and by the way, we'll have to stop on the way there, I know where there is a patch of poison ivy, I feel you are about to have a relapse."

And yet more to cum...

She again had to lie there until he returned, it took awhile for her to calm down but she eventually did (most of the way anyway). He finally returned, opened up the closet and pulled out her clothing; then he released her from her bonds. He stayed in the room (turning his back to give her some modesty) filling out papers until she was dressed; he then escorted her out of the hospital and to his car. She was already having second thoughts about this; she would be very vulnerable alone with him and wondered if she should trust him.

Things were fairly quiet on the ride to his place until he pulled the car over to the side of the road and shut the engine off, he looked at her; "you know exactly what is going to happen when we get to my "office" don't you?" She nodded her head yes but she wasn't sure she knew "exactly" everything; "and you still want to go through with this, have me push you to the limit?"

Again she nodded this time knowing that that was exactly what she wanted (sort of). "Ok, follow me;" he got out of the car and walked around helping her out, it felt good to move and stretch, she then followed him into the woods. "Every since you told me what you had done to yourself I've been getting ready for this hoping you'd agree, I found this patch last night." She looked down and saw the vines, she also saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a surgical glove and plastic bag. He opened the end of the glove to her and looked at her, she knew what he wanted and pushed her hand into the glove. She picked several leaves and placed them into the bag he was holding, she then pulled off the glove and they together walked back towards the car.

The feelings of anxiety were coming back to her on the rest of the trip to his "office," she now knew he meant what he had said about a relapse and wasn't sure she could go through that again, but at the same time she felt herself growing wetter by the moment knowing that that was exactly what she wanted. They pulled into the driveway of a large older Victorian style house; he again got out and opened her door helping her out. They walked up the walkway and together ascended several steps to the front door. She could smell the flowers and fresh air and was wondering if she'd ever smell these things again (she still wasn't entirely sure of the situation).

He opened the door and followed her in closing the door behind. She saw the décor fit the house to a tee, older Victorian furniture and pictures made it looked as if it were 100 years old, if it weren't for the fact that everything was clean, well kept, and in perfect order she would have thought she had walked into a house that had been abandoned a hundred years ago and not touched since. She walked up to the fireplace (that was unlit) and looked at the black and white photos on the mantle and thought how real the feeling of history was. They made small talk for a little while before he finally said, "shall we get started?" She knew this was going to happen and even wanted it to happen but she was so nervous she couldn't even answer him, she only looked at the floor. He walked up to her and, lifting her chin in his hand, stood very closely looking her in the eye "if you're having second thoughts say the word now, because, if we go into my office you will be past the point of return. I know you want this, I can see it in your eyes but, if you're not ready for this, say so now."

"Ok" was all she could mutter. She felt the heat rising in her sex (as well as the butterflies in her stomach), these last few days had been the answer to her dreams and it was about to get better. She followed him up a spiral staircase and down a hall; he then opened a door and held it for her. She walked through the door into a different era, she felt as though she had gone from the 1800's to the present in a few footsteps. The room was almost exactly like any doctors exam room she had ever been in, complete with exam table and stirrups. He followed her into the room and his voice changed from the soft-spoken manner it had been to one of force and authority.

"Remove your clothing please" she slowly began to comply and, even though he had seen her nude before, she felt herself blushing having to undress before him. He told her to follow him and they went through a side door into a bathroom. He handed her a bottle of feminine wash and, while she was using that, started running bath water. He helped her climb into the tub and completely washed her. When he'd finished rinsing her he pulled the drain and began drying her. She was in a trance-like state through all of this, she hadn't been bathed by another person in as long as she could remember, she didn't know what was more prominent, the embarrassment or the excitement.

He led her back into the other room, "hop up on the table please." She climbed onto the table and he helped her to lie back positioning her how he wanted her, she felt her feet being strapped into the stirrups and then a strap going across her chest just below her breasts, her upper arms were pinned down at the same time. He then placed leather cuffs on her wrists and hooked these onto the sides of the table. He then took his time collecting different things and after he was done positioned himself between her open legs. "I've noticed your hair is trying to grow back down here, we'll take care of that first." He slowly and methodically began to shave her brushing up against her most sensitive areas in the process; by the time he was done she was again hot and wet. He pushed his stool back, stood up, and donned a glove. She saw him reach into the plastic bag and retrieve one of the poison ivy leaves she had picked earlier that day. She began to test her bonds in earnest

"No, please not yet, please fuck me before you do that, I can't go through this again without some relief, oh god please."

"Oh but you can, and you will. The whole reason for your being here is for me to push you farther than you have ever gone, remember. We haven't yet scratched the surface. In the next three days I am going to do everything to you that you love to have done, the one exception is I will stop before you are allowed to cum. By the time I am ready to release you it will have been almost a week of stimulation without your being able to cum. I will then fuck you, I will do it slowly and you will then not be allowed to cum until I tell you to. I can guarantee that you will be on the edge for the next three days, but I also guarantee it will be worth it when I do finally allow you to cum."

He walked up to her holding the ivy leaf out and away from him (more for her benefit than to keep it away from himself) "since you still haven't fully recovered from the last time your probably going to be much more sensitive causing the effects of this to be much harsher. The slight burning you felt before will, more than likely, feel more like fire and the itching will be nearly unbearable. Oh but don't worry, I have every kind of medication right here and ready just in case any serious side effects happen." She was going wild trying to free herself from the bonds that held her but couldn't. He moved slowly up to her (enjoying the look of terror in her) and slowly began to rub the leaf on first one nipple and then the other spending at least 30 seconds on each.

By the time he moved down to the foot of the table she was begging him not to use it on her clit. He had been right; her most private and sensitive skin had been so over sensitized by the first dose of the ivy that now she was sure she would not be able to handle a second dose and the fact that he was rubbing it in so thoroughly was compounding the effect. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to use this on that little clit of yours" she watched as he through the leaf into the garbage. She was just now beginning to feel the full effects on her nipples but although she was still writhing in agony she let out a sigh, relaxed, and thanked him glad he had decided not to use it on her "down there."

"No, I wouldn't use that on such a sensitive and important place, I have a fresh one for that" and she watched as he pulled out another leaf from the bag. She nearly pulled the muscles out of her body struggling to free herself as he sat down on the stool and made his way slowly to her clit, she begged and pleaded with him to stop but soon felt him slowly rubbing the fresh leaf onto her nub (she thought he spent nearly a minute rubbing it on her).

He stood back and watched as the effects began to take effect, she was screaming, crying and cursing at him as she felt the burning and itching begin to take hold. He walked up to the head of the table and grabbed hold of her chin pulling her face to look into his "this is what you wanted remember, you wanted to have no control over what happened to you, you wanted someone to treat you like the sex craved slut you are, to have no mercy on you. Is it all you had hoped for?" She couldn't event think strait, she had never in her life felt sensations like this, it was like someone was taking a blow-torch to her and running electricity through her at the same time. What made these sensations worse was they were all pinpointed in her most sensitive areas anyway. He walked down to the foot of the bed and put his face close enough to her sex that she could feel his breath "looks like Niagara falls the way your juices are running out of there," he walked back to the head of the table.

Her eyes were closed, she wasn't able to function right now, every muscle in her body hurt from tensing and pulling but she barely felt that, her whole body was centered on three points (her nipples and clit). She felt him pull her head upwards and opened her eyes to see him standing at the head of the table with his pants pulled off and his hard prick pointing at her "I can see your enjoying this and there's no sense in only one of us enjoying it, start sucking and remember there are more leafs in that bag so you'd better make me happy." She was trying to do a good job but she wasn't having much luck, he again threatened her with another dose of the ivy and she forced herself to concentrate on her task. It didn't take long before he began pumping his seed down her throat. As soon as he had finished he walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a ball gag, and applied it to her. "There, that should keep you quiet, I'll let you enjoy this for awhile, I'll be back to check on you later." He left the room shutting off the light behind him.

She didn't have anything covering her (and for that she was grateful, anything rubbing on her nipples would have been to much), but she wasn't cold either, she lay there in utter torment, minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days (she didn't even want to think of what days would feel like). She knew it had been a long time but had no idea of how long when the light was again turned on and she saw him enter. He unhooked the ball gag and pulled it out of her mouth setting it next to her head on the table "wow, I needed that little nap, how did you rest?" She begged him to do something, anything to stop her agony; the tingling in her nipples and clit felt as though there were a million needles poking them and at the same time itched worse than anything she could ever remember.

He put on surgical gloves and began inspecting her nipples ignoring her pleas, he then began inspecting her clit, his touch felt good but at the same time was making matters worse. "I have purposely rubbed the poison into your skin and not washed it off, with your already sensitive skin and then the added amount of poison you must be feeling it a million times worse than before, I figured that you would enjoy the effects more that way. She was completely drained, she didn't have the strength to try to fight the bonds holding her anymore, all she could do is lie there feeling the worst torment she had ever experienced. He unhooked the strap going across her chest and helped her to sit up; he then unhooked each wrist and reattached them behind her back.

He still had to help her stay in the sitting position but was able to reach down and release her feet from the stirrups, he helped her down off of the table and they together walked out of the room and down the hall. Her legs were weak and wobbly and he had to almost carry her, they entered another room, it had a king size bed on one side of the room and a much smaller one on the other. The décor was modern but, short of a small digital alarm clock next to the large bed; there was nothing elaborate or ultra modern about it. He helped her to the smaller bed and she slumped down, he then unhooked her hands, had her lie back and reattached them to ropes on the sides of this bed. She then felt the now familiar feeling of straps being pulled over her holding her in place. Her legs were attached so that her knees were slightly bent and her legs were splayed open wide.

She felt a sheet being placed over her "I'll be sleeping right over there, you and I both know you will be in misery but unless there is a major problem you are to remain quiet. I felt it would be safer for you to be near me in case of emergency but if you don't cooperate I'll be forced to gag you again. Do you understand?" She nodded "is this what you expected, do you have any reservations about going through with it?" She thought about the stories she had read, about how she had always wanted to be in there place, to have a cruel master do what he wanted with her. This was not exactly what she had been thinking then but at the same time, it was happening and she was enjoying it (and hating it). She shook her head no "this is for you more than it is for me, although I will also be enjoying it, this "is" what you wanted isn't it?" Again she nodded "ok, then tell me what you would like to have happen tomorrow." She thought about this for a moment, she wanted to be freed to scratch but knew that that wouldn't happen (and deep down she didn't want it to happen), she also needed to cum worse than ever before but also knew that that wouldn't happen either.

"I'm not sure, I'm having a hard time thinking right now. You have done everything so perfect so far; just do whatever you have planned. I have never felt anything like this before and, although one part of me hates this, this "is" exactly what I have dreamed about. There is no way I could have taken myself this far so I don't think I can come up with any ideas that would be better than you could." Her voice was weak both from exhaustion and frustration. She wondered, if he decided to let her come right now if she'd have the energy to do it, she also wished he would so she could find out. She didn't have the strength or energy to fight her bonds but her body would not allow her to lie there without trying. Her head was spinning with emotions She moved her shoulders slightly from side to side and felt the sheet rub against her nipples sending new electric jolts through her body. She saw him smile at this

"As I have said, this is for you, I just wanted to make sure you were happy. Can I get you anything before I go to bed?" She shook her head and watched as he turned away and flipped a switch turning out the lights. She soon heard the sounds of him sleeping and wondered how long she would have to lie there in misery until she too went to sleep.

"Goodnight sir" she softly said.

To be continued...


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wilddenny123
 
 Age: 24
 Liverpool, Canada