Perhaps I should say that Master's dungeon is only a modest affair by all accounts.  There's the St Andrews cross on the wall, the stocks, the vaulting horse, a large cage, a wooden structure on opposite walls that supports a heavy beam between the two with several large hooks in it, a rack for whips, paddles and floggers and a cabinet where Master keeps all of his other paraphernalia.

Back to Thursday night when Master told me that I was to endure pain and then led me by the hair to bind me and use my anus for his pleasure.  I had barely finished writing up my journal when this happened.  I was tied stomach down to the vaulting horse, had my rump spanked hard several times until it began to get hot and then Master took me as he said he was going to.  After he had finished, it was over to the St Andrews cross where I was once again secured.  Master then attached bulldog clips to my ear lobes, my nipples, my clit and my labia.  He jiggled the bulldog clips on my nipples and then on my clit.  They began to hurt like crazy and I tried as best as I could to wriggle against my restraints but it was futile.  Master than had me poke out my tongue and placed a bulldog clip on that too.  That really hurt more than anything I have ever experienced but obviously I couldn't say anything, the bulldog clip prevented that.  Master then produced a vibe from the cupboard and inserted it into me.  I felt myself trying to work myself down on it harder but I couldn't.  I was getting very frustrated with it all.  The pain was unbearable and I couldn't get the orgasm that I wanted so badly as Master teased me with the vibe, withdrawing it or turning it off when I showed signs of coming close to orgasm.  After a while, the bulldog clips were numbing up those parts of my body and then when Master removed them all, the rush of blood and return of circulation retriggered the pain.  He freed me from the cross and grabbing me by the hair again, threw me face down on the vaulting horse.  I did wonder if my vagina would be off of the menu for the next few days, being as I had my period, but I needn't have worried.  Master made full use of my hole right there and then.

I told Master that several of my friends were meeting after work for drinks yesterday (Friday).  He said I was to go along and enjoy myself but there was one thing that he insisted I do.  At some point in the evening, he didn't care when it was, I was to get myself alone with one of the male workers and work him off by hand.  I was in blind panic.  On one hand I couldn't disobey Master but on the other I didn't like the idea of being talked about at work for doing this.

Yesterday (Friday) came and work finished, I rushed home to shower and change.  Master had also been very specific on what I was to wear also.  The lowest cut top I had, the bra which gave me most support, a short skirt  and the clit vacuum.  The evening went on and I really began to panic as I couldn't think of a way to get one of the men alone and I was struggling to pluck up enough courage to do the task I had been given.  It was right at the end of the evening when the opportunity arose.  One of the men offered me a lift home.  As we climbed in the car, I pulled into him and gave him a peck on the cheek and said thank you while bringing my hand to rest on his thigh.  I let my hand wander upwards and my work colleague showed no signs of stopping me.  He went to do similar to me but I told him that I was out of action for a few days, so he made do with a rough grope of my breast as I had his member out and was pumping it furiously.  As he began to stiffen, I tried to get my head down on his member, but the shape of the car seats and the gear stick made manoeuvring difficult.  As it was I ended up with a face full of spunk.

It's early evening again and I've finished eating my dinner and am sitting down typing my journal for yesterday into Microsoft Word, ready for Master to approve it and paste it online later.  How fast the days go by.  It only seems like five minutes ago that I was doing the same thing yesterday.

People have been asking on here but I still don't know who Master had the bet with but I've been running it over in my mind as to who it might be and I'm fast coming to the conclusion that it was a nasty little submissive weasel that used to date one of my friends.   A man that I took an instant dislike to and never got on with.  He is the only person that I can think of that might be vindictive enough to do something like that.  If it was him then it's his loss.  Master gets his money which he will pass onto me, Master keeps his respect and credibility by winning the bet and I get to win too by being introduced to something that I never knew I would enjoy and need so much.

I'm becoming so needy just lately.  Master has certainly stirred something inside of me, he's lit a fire that is now raging.  I just can't get enough of this lifestyle already.  How much of it is hormonal I don't know but my period started yesterday.  Only time will tell I guess.  I don't know if it's the shape of things to come at this time of the month but Master never took his pleasure of me.  Instead, he had my clit and nipples in vacuum pumps and kept flicking them whilst he talked to me.  He told me to prepare myself for some extreme pain in the coming weeks and then went on to explain that he needed to establish how much pain I could endure and to also find the limit of what I was prepared to take for his pleasure.  I know that pain followed by pleasure heightens my climaxes but I don't know what types of punishment I am to expect.  This has left me very nervously excited.  I had better go for now, Master has just instructed me that he wants to bind me and take his pleasure from my anus again, but that's for tomorrow's journal.

Just to clarify and for the sake of a few cynics, although I am writing this journal, parts of it I am instructed to include by Master and some parts he dictates.  This is not my normal writing style but because I must not use slang and must speak correctly it is a little awkward for me.

For those that are enjoying my journal, could I ask that you subscribe to it so that I can tell how well it is liked?

It might be my imagination but I am sure that my clit is starting to grow from the vacuum stimulation.  I've had quite a few hours of this now.

Last night, as soon as I arrived at Master's house I was grabbed by the hair and frog-marched into the dungeon room where I was made to strip naked.  Master has a gymnastic type vaulting horse there with heavy steel rings attached to all corners.  I was laid across it on my stomach and my wrists and ankles were secured to the four rings.  My feet just about touched the floor and so both of my lower holes were within easy reach  of Master.  Until then, Master had not made use of my anus, but I soon found out exactly what it was like to take his hard member there, right up to the hilt.  Grabbing my hips for support, he pounded into me until he shot his load.  I hadn't cum myself but I was happy that Master had taken his enjoyment from me.  He took a tawse and began to flog my buttocks with it.  He told me that I hadn't done anything wrong, but I was to experience the pain and the adrenalin rush.  After thirty strikes, Master tossed the tawse aside and started working his fingers on my clit.  My head was spinning.  The pleasure immediately after the pain was indescribable and I cum very quickly but Master ignored my groans and continued.  I could feel the juice begin to trickle down the tops of my thighs as I cum for a second and third time.  Master decided on a change and having released me, placed me back on the horse on my back and secured me again to the rings.  This way, he could play with my clit at the same time as filling my anus with his member.  My head was reeling, the feeling was exquisite.  I reached another two orgasms before Master emptied his load in me.  I was then released from the horse and made to kneel down in front of him, then suck him clean.  I hesitated, but the look in his eyes meant that he wasn't going to stand for any defiance.  I leant forward, opened my mouth and took as much of him in as I could without gagging before bobbing my head backwards and forwards on him.  Eventually he cum again, shooting his load down my neck and I greedily swallowed.  I was then put back in collar and cuffs and the three were attached by a short chain again, before the vacuum pump was fitted to my clit and I was told that I would be sleeping like that tonight.  I was then dragged by my hair back to the bedroom and put to bed.  Sleep would have to wait until Master had finished fingering me out and bringing me off yet again though.

Last night Master had some friends round and so I had to dress appropriately in the new clothes that Master had bought me.  After the friends arrived and were seated, I was presented to them.  As well as playing waitress for the evening, bringing them snacks and drinks while they watched a film, I was also to be the post-film entertainment.  I was instructed to bring myself off on a large vibrator whilst standing in front of them and after this to bring myself off with my fingers.  There were the obvious gibes and laughs from the friends as my gasps and moans gave my enjoyment away.  Before they left, they were invited by Master to examine me, to find out how firm my breasts and buttocks were, to find out how damp I was and such.  There were hands all over me and I received several fingerings in the process.  I cum several times at the hands of the men and each cum was met with more laughter from them.  By the time they had finished, my pussy was awash with juice.  After they had gone, Master led me by my hair to his dungeon room again and placed me in the stocks and pleasured himself in my quim, bringing me off again in the process before he shot his load deep into me.  Whilst slapping my rump hard with his hand, Master explained to me that he was still unsure as to whether he wished to keep me for his own exclusive personal use or whether he wanted to share me.  Knowing I will have no choice in the matter I will just have to wait for his decision.

I need to be careful how I word this journal entry as I want to avoid punishment for swearing.

Yesterday Master told me that events involving me hadn't been as random as I was lead to believe.  I was the subject of a bet with somebody that knew both of us from different circles and had contacted Master.  Master told me that it wasn't the money he was interested in, but that he would never back down from a challenge like that, and that when the money came through, I could keep it.  Whilst fingering me and having me moan with pleasure, he then asked me that now knowing the circumstances, if I wanted to call it a day to the arrangement I could.  I violently shook my head as I approached orgasm.  Already I am at the stage where Master has me eating out of the palm of his hand.  I couldn't bear to think that all of this intense attention might end so quickly.  He grabbed me by the hair and frogmarched me to the bedroom and once again, throwing me face down on the bed, he took his pleasure from me.  Once he had cum, he hog-tied me and pulled me down so that my pelvis was level with the corner of the bed.  I was then gagged and blindfolded and he set to work on my clit and slit whilst violently pulling on my hair and arching my head back.  Every time I neared orgasm, he stopped until the need in me had subsided sufficiently before he returned to teasing me.  I had no idea how long this went on for but after a time I was delirious with the need to cum.  Still he teased and stopped short.  Finally he removed the gag and ploughed deep inside me whilst pulling my hair so hard that my head was arched backwards as far as it would go.  I cum so hard on him, convulsing violently and with my pussy muscles clamping hard around his member.  I wanted to flop on the bed but Master still had a hold of my hair and I couldn't.  I was panting hard for breath.  Master asked If I had enjoyed it but I was too breathless to answer and was unable to nod because of having my hair pulled.  His hand came down heavily on my rump before he rubbed my clit again and asked the question again.  I was quivering uncontrollably, the pleasure was so intense.  Again his hand came cracking down on my rump before my clit was rubbed and the question was asked again.  As hard as I tried, no words would come out of my mouth, which prompted another repeat of his actions. Swallowing hard I managed to utter that I had really enjoyed it and would he please take his pleasure of me again.  I needed further release.  He did of course and buried another load of his seed deep into my womb before releasing my hair and letting me finally flop down on the bed.  It was agony trying to catch my breath but after a while I managed it.  It was then back to his dungeon room where I was fixed to a St Andrews cross on his wall and the onslaught of his fingers on my clit continued again.

Yesterday morning I was woken by Master playing with my clit.  It felt so good and it wasn't long before a massive orgasm began to wrack through my body.  Master then threw back the covers, lifted my legs up to my shoulders and ploughed into me.  I was so wet that there was no resistance at all and it wasn't long before I was cumming again.  All of this and I still wasn't out of the restraints Master had placed me in the night before.

This new lifestyle is so amazing and so addictive.  To be the close focus of somebody's attention like this makes me feel alive, have a purpose, wanted, all rolled into one.

Master admitted to me that he had been watching me and had carefully selected me.  This made me blush but at the same time, in a weird way made me feel special and privileged.

We went shopping and bought some 1/4 cup bras, suspenders stockings, stilettos and a couple of ridiculously short micro miniskirts that left hardly anything to the imagination.  I was instructed that I was to wear these and nothing else about the house whenever Master had company.  This brought about a tingle of nervous excitement.

Back at his house I was introduced to his dungeon.  Master placed me in his stocks and then went on to explain that he had caught me using a "lol" on my social media page.  He explained again that I was no longer to swear, use slang or text speak and to help me learn this more quickly I was to be punished.  Ten lashes of the cane later my backside really hot but the adrenalin was pumping inside me.  Master ran his hands over my rump before deciding to take me again.  I am fast learning that Master has an insatiable sex drive.  After we had both cum, Master continued playing with my clit and brought me off another three times.  I was panting hard and had virtually collapsed against the stocks by the time he released me.

It was then back to the lounge where I was to sit and listen to some 60s music and was told to begin to appreciate it.  It was a far cry from the heavyweight music I had grown to love but I did begin to appreciate some of it after a while.  I was then reminded that I was being developed into a more complete person.

Next up, I was made to dress in the clothing that we had bought and was fitted with a vacuum pump to my clit.  That really was a different kind of experience.  Master explained that he was going to start trying to make my clit as distended as possible so that there was more for him to play with.  Once that was done he grabbed me by my hair lifted me off the sofa, turned me round and threw me face down on the sofa again before once again taking his pleasure of me.  I am getting so turned-on by all of this.

This is a bit of a lengthy journal entry, I know, but it explains how I got myself into this situation and what happened on my first "date".

After my first evening in the lifestyle, I was forced to sit down and write this profile and this journal.

It all started in the café where I waitress.  These two men came in and sat down, placed an order and went about enjoying their food.  One flirted with me a little as I waited on their table but it was after they had finished their food that events really started.  As I was clearing the table behind theirs, I felt something brush my backside.  When I rubbed my hand over the spot, something had been placed in my back pocket.  The man who had been flirting with me had me come close so that he could speak quietly to me.  "I will have my wallet back or I will inform your boss that you have taken it and have you searched", he said.  I was startled.  What was going on? The other man showed no sign of interest in our conversation.  He was busy messing around with his mobile phone.  As I reached into my pocket to get the wallet and hand it back, the man told me that his friend had just filmed the return of the wallet and that if I didn't agree to meet him outside after work, he would show the boss the film and have me sacked.  Not only that but he would have the police involved as well.  I quickly realised that I had been set up to make sure that I followed instructions.  After work I met him as instructed and still with his friend around, the three of us headed for his friend's car where we drove back to his house.  As we went inside, he reminded me that I would have to continue doing as I was told or the video would be used against me.  He clearly had rank or status over his friend, as it was his friend that done all of the running around.  He fixed drinks and we talked for a while until his friend announced that dinner was ready.  It was after we had eaten though that events started to turn.  As we left the table I was ordered to strip naked.  I began to worry at this point.  Two men and blackmail material wasn't something that a woman would want herself faced with.  I done as ordered and was led to the sofa where I was made to sit down on the floor at the feet of my new Master.  I was collared and cuffed and the cuffs were fixed to the collar to keep my hands up by my neck.  Before he put some music on for us to listen to, I was told that I was no longer to swear or use slang and that if I did so, I would be punished for it.  He grabbed me by my hair and forced me over the arm of the sofa where he delivered a single blow with a cane as a taste of what it would be like.  I didn't enjoy it at all and decided that I had better do everything I can to avoid being punished.  Back on the floor at his feet and with the front door being slammed as his friend left, he started stroking my hair and mauling my breasts as we talked about the music.  It was gothic rock and one band that kept coming into the conversation was Sisters of Mercy. The evening went on and we did break at one point to allow me to check on emails and messages.  I had to dictate to him any replies as he typed it all up on his laptop and on my mobile.  It was humiliating though when I told him that I needed to spend a few minutes in the bathroom.  Grabbing me by the hair again he led me to it and ordered me to do what I needed to while he watched and "no" the restraints weren't coming off.  After I had finished, I was left with no option but to bend right forward and allow him to clean my backside.  My face must have been as red as beetroot, I could definitely feel the cheeks of my face getting warm.  After he had decided that we had listened to enough music for one night, once again I was grabbed by the hair and led to the bedroom where I was thrown face down on the bed.  He kicked my legs apart and had his way with me without any foreplay or warning.  I was soaking wet within seconds and he pounded effortlessly into me, bringing me to two decent climaxes before shooting his load inside of me.  With that done, he again grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to him, twisting me round so that I was facing him.  He had me kneel and suck him off and when he thought that I had cleaned him sufficiently, he pulled back the covers and put me to bed, still with the restraints in place.  After he had gone round to the other side of the bed and climbed in alongside me, I was told that I would be spending the night with the collar and cuffs on and that this would be a regular event.  After a lot of breast groping and a good fingering and clit rubbing which brought me off again, we both settled down to get some sleep.