1/19/2005 5:36:14 AM:   …… It was one of those super hot, muggy July days. So humid that you could cut the air with a knife and it was only noon.  The weather report said it was going up to 103° today.  “Thank God for air conditioning,” she thought, “this is going to be another brutal one.”  It was one of the longest hot spells on record.  …… she was barefoot, wearing a short halter-top and cutoff jeans.  She had just finished her required household duties and was just about to take a break, knowing that he’d probably assign her additional tasks as punishment for last night.  She was always being punished for something, but then again she also like being disciplined.  It fulfilled a deep need in her.  For the past six months, she’d hurry home from work, pack an overnight bag, and spend the weekend at his place.  It was a nice little hideaway, located on a densely wooded lot out in the country – secluded and very private.  It was here that he had first introduced her to the intricate and demanding pleasures of bondage.  ……  “Oh, I see you’re done,” he said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.  “I, er I just finished,” she said.  “Good, then follow me,” and proceeded to open the sliding glass doors and walk outside.  She obediently followed.  As she step through the doorway she was hit by a blast of hot, humid air that momentarily took her breath away.  “Wow, it’s really hot,” she said.  “Yeah, and it’s only going to get hotter,” he replied.  As she followed, she noticed the leather cuffs and ropes in his left hand.  “Hmm, I wonder what he has in mind this time”?   He led her to the small wooden barn that was a holdover from the previous owners.  It was a fairly small affair with a dirt floor that he now used primarily for extra storage.  Of course there were a few additions such as the large eye hooks strategically embedded at various locations in the rough-hewn support beams.  A small hoist also hung from one of the overhead cross beams. He had gone over to a storage chest that he kept some bondage gear in and began rummaging around.  As she walked around the interior she noticed the whip sitting on a nearby barrel.  It was about 18 inches long with a small wooden handle.  She stepped over to it and picked it up.  She was surprised when she picked it up.  It was light as a feather.  Turning it over in her hand, she discovered it was made of fine 1/8-inch threads of a silk-like material.  Each of the dozen or so strands had three small knots tied at one-inch intervals from the end.  She swished it through the air once or twice and then whipped her open palm.  “HA, ha, OH YOU MUST BE KIDDING”.  “You’re not going to beat me with this are you Master,” she teased.  “This wouldn’t hurt a fly”.  He stood up and looked her over at her for a few seconds before replying – “maybe”.  The look he gave her unnerved her a bit; she had seen it once or twice before and now wasn’t quite so sure of herself.   A mild wave of trepidation sweep through the pit of her stomach and her nipples began to harden.  Now one of the things she liked best was a good flogging, especially on the ass.  She could take a fairly good amount of pain and punishment and they had explored her limits on many occasions.  “Take your clothes off”.   “Oh goody, we get to play”, she teased with mock excitement and quickly stripped off her halter and shorts.   …… he fastened the thick black leather cuffs around each of her wrists and double buckled them.  He then attached 10-foot lengths of rope the metal rings on each cuff.  He positioned her between two massive vertical beams that stood about 8 feet apart.  He then strung one rope through one of the eyehooks that was at about shoulder height and tied it off.  He did the same to the other arm, making sure that her spread her arms far enough apart so that she couldn’t reach the buckles or knots at either wrist with her teeth no matter how far she bent or leaned.  He slowly, sauntered over to the whip and picked it up and then turned to face her.  “Not much of anything, is it”?  Stepping back over to her, he let the strands of the whip lightly play over her shoulders and breasts for a minute or two.  He then stepped directly in front of her, flung his hand back and viscously swung the whip across her breasts.  “NOooo” she blurted as she saw it coming … and panicked, squeezing her eyes shut and flinching in anticipation.  - - - nothing, “shit it felt like nothing.  It was so light it didn’t hurt at all”.  He watched her reaction and just smiled, “surprise”.  Quickly turning away, he picked up a cushioned blindfold and fastened it tightly into place.  “Now what,” she purred.  “Now nothing,” he replied, and walked out of the barn, closing the door behind him.   “Shit, you bastard, come back here.”  “Damn”, every now and then he’d leave her tied-up for a few hours as punishment.   “Shit, shit, shit” … “this is one of them”.  “God damn it”, she absolutely hated this.  … … … she pulled on the ropes a few more times, but no luck, she wasn’t going anyplace.  “Damn, why does he always have to be so thorough”.  ……It had only been 45 minutes, but it seemed far longer.  Her hair was wet with perspiration and clung in ringlets to her face.  “God it was unbearably hot”.  Sweat was literally pouring down her body, dripping off her breasts, and running in channels down her back and into the crack of her ass.  Those fucking little trickles were driving her mad and the blindfold only made it worse.  “At least he didn’t string me up with my arms really stretched up high over my head,” she thought.  “My arms would have ached like all hell by now …… this was at least bearable …… sometimes he’s so thoughtful ……God it’s so hot”.   About another 10 minutes later, she heard him approach.  The old barn door squeaked open then shut.  “And how are we,” he said too cheerfully, “about time for our workout, isn’t it.”  She felt a tug at one wrist as he untied one end of the rope from the beam.  A small pause, and then her arm was jerked upward and outward.  … … … ………Both arms were stretched tightly overhead and her legs had now been spread wide and tied off to the beam with ropes.  She was effectively spread-eagled up on her  tiptoes in the dirt, her back was arched and her breasts thrust forward fully exposed  A ball gag was strapped into place and muffled her feeble attempts to mouth a few more choice curses.  “You never learn, do you”?  “Murrfphhh”.  He picked up the silken whip and let the strands play through his fingers, slowly circling around her and admiring his handiwork, draping the whip over her shoulders and slowly pulling it off.  “So, since this whip doesn’t hurt then maybe I’ll just flog those pretty little nipples with it”.  An so it began,  he deftly plied the strands over her breasts and nipples, side-to-side, over-and-over again.  At first it just tickled slightly …… after five minutes her breasts were barely pink.  But he continued and even as light as the strands were they began to take their toll.   After 10 minutes, her nipples were beginning to become sensitized.  Five minutes later, she was squirming in the ropes.  Those little silk strands had become saturated with her sweat – becoming heavier as time went on.  After twenty-five minutes of constant, unrelenting flogging she was frantically struggling in the ropes.  Her nipples were sore now, so sore.  Each stroke of the whip brought new moans from her  …… the tiny knots now felt like a thousand little needles pricking her breasts…… sweat was pouring off her and she was getting slightly, lightheaded, going into almost a trance-like state as the beating relentlessly continued.  She was beginning to get off, and he could tell ……her breath was quickening, coming in short gasps now and she began to rhythmically contract the muscles in her thighs and stomach.  “Oh God, please fuck me, please, please …please,” she thought……   again and again he slashed at her breasts, harder and harder.   Just as she flinched, anticipating the next stroke he stopped – threw down the whip and stuck his fingers deep inside her and began pumping her cunt while rapidly fingering her clit with his thumb.  She bucked furiously, throwing her head back and arching her back even further.  “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!  YESSSssss!  Cupping her back in one strong arm he brought his mouth down on one of her raw nipples and began to maul it with his wet tongue –rapidly sucking and licking, sucking and licking while holding her close against him.  She exploded, cumming in wave after wave … her whole body trembled and shook and she let out a scream from the bottom of her throat that even the gag could not silence.   …… he took off the gag and she gasped for breath.  He then removed the blindfold and began untying her legs.  Finally, he lowered the ropes suspending her arms and she collapsed into a heap on the dirt floor.  She sat on the floor of the barn, her legs tucked beside her and her body weakly supported by one arm.  She was covered in soft powdery dirt, it clung to her still sweating body, leaving streaks wherever she touched herself.   As he looked down at her he said, “well that was enough exercise for me, I think I’ll go in now and take a shower,” and turned away, walking back to the house.  “Oh, and by the way,” calling back over his shoulder, “make sure you have a drink waiting for me when I get out.  And for god’s sake, hose yourself off before you come in - - you’re filthy”.  …… “Yes MASTER”.     Ah yes, sometimes it’s a fine line between pleasure and pain.  But I guess you know that. I hope my story entertains you.  Who knows, you just might end up just like the character, would you like that?   Hope to hear from you soon.