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Well, I have given my Queen the password to my account. I am sure this will be a test of many things... The ride continues.

As I turn my key in the door my heart is already thumping in my chest and my hands are damp with sweat. All day at work I have been anticipating this moment, longing to be in Your presence. Our ritual never varies and it is a never-ending source of excitement and arousal. Such is Your power over Your slave that the merest look or most casual touch sends me into a frenzy of desperate wanting. Even as I step through the front door I feel the wetness between my legs and the urgent throb of my clit.

I carefully remove my suit and shoes, stripping down to the underwear You chose for me this morning. The matching bra and panties were a gift from You, the cut is revealing allowing You to inspect most of my breasts and cunt without being removed. The colour is a dark red, the material lacy and feminine – chosen for your aesthetic pleasure and also for Your amusement. You know Your slave well, know the discomfort I feel at showing my femininity. You enjoy keeping me off-balance. I carry my work attire to O/our bedroom, hanging it all carefully before making my way to the living room where my heart positively leaps in my chest at the sight of You waiting for me on the sofa. You smile warmly and I return a grin, unable to contain my love for You as I kneel before you, hands behind my back, head bowed.

Your hand reaches out to caress my neck and I sigh contentedly at Your touch, leaning into your hand like a cat being stroked. As my thick ‘home collar’ clicks into place around my neck, an uncontrollable shudder runs down my body. You smile and place Your hand under my chin, lifting my head so that O/our eyes meet.
“Hello My love” You whisper.
“Hello, Mistress” I respond, my voice cracking with the love and desire that threaten to overwhelm me.
“Did you miss Me, pet?” You enquire and I nod as my eyes roam across Your body, imagining every inch of Your sacred, naked beauty. Almost as though You read my mind, Your legs part and my eyes are drawn to the short, fitting skirt You are wearing. It rides up and I can clearly see Your gorgeous wet pussy, glistening with arousal. 
“Mmmm... Touch your Mistress” You command. Your hand reaches up and tangles in my hair, pulling it roughly and forcing a low moan out of Your pain slut. You yank my head down so that I am eye level with Your beautiful cunt, and I cautiously reach out my hand, tracing the outside of Your soaking lips, panting with arousal as my fingers are drenched in Your wetness. You sigh and clamp Your thighs together, trapping my hand between Your legs. Still holding my hair, You pull me up onto the sofa and lay back, tugging sharply on my hair until I crawl forward and cover Your body with mine, my hand still deliciously trapped as You raise Your head to kiss me. Your tongue deftly parts my lips and I return Your kiss hungrily. Time seems to stand still as we exchange slow, deep kisses.

Small moans escape me and my hips begin to move of their own accord against Your body. Your hand is still tangled in my hair and You wrench my head back and away from Your soft, full lips. You smile teasingly and begin to grind Your hips, my hand still a willing captive between Your legs.
“Inside Me, bitch” You sigh. I manage to squeeze out a ‘Yes, Mistress’ but my voice is husky with longing and my breath comes in a series of desperate pants.
Your thighs relax their grip slightly, allowing me to slide three of my fingers gently into Your warm, drenched cunt. I am rewarded by Your moan in response, Your head falls back and You close Your eyes. I watch Your every move while my fingers slide rhythmically in and out of You, the way I know You like it. You sit slightly as I continue to fuck You slowly, my fingers going deeper and deeper inside You with each thrust. Your hand reaches behind my back and deftly unhooks my bra. My huge breasts spill out, my nipples already painfully erect. Your other hand releases its grip on my hair and You take hold of a nipple in each hand, smiling at my yelp of pain as You twist them both sharply in unison. The sudden shock causes me to stop moving in and out of You briefly and You bring me back into focus with a sharp, stinging slap across my mouth. I gasp in pain and lower my head. The pain is hot and throbbing and I can faintly taste blood.
“I’m sorry Mistress” I breathe, and begin to fuck You again. My body trembles with desire and my mind races, I struggle to focus on pleasing You as endorphins thunder through my system. I feel high, unstoppable and completely lost – in the heat of Your body, the sound of Your voice and the intoxicating scent of You.

You reach behind Your head as I continue to worship You with my hands, and produce a pair of clamps. You smile as You seize my left breast and quickly attach the clamp. I wince and squeal as the sharp teeth of the clamp bite into my small sensitive nipple. Your face is a picture of amusement as You watch Your property squirm and grimace while trying desperately to keep up the rhythm of fucking You. You reach between Your legs and grasp my wrist firmly, maintaining eye contact as You gently withdraw my fingers from inside You. You tighten Your grip on my wrist as Your other hand snaps clamp number two onto my right nipple. Another shriek of pain escapes me.
“Wash your hand, whore” You order. I kneel before You and slowly, deliberately lick Your wetness from each of my fingers. I moan again, so aroused by the taste and smell of Your musk as it fills my senses. I am aware of my bottom lip beginning to swell slightly following Your corrective slap. My nipples burn and ache beneath the clamps. I resume my kneeling stance, head bowed and hands behind my back. You order me closer. I shuffle towards You on my knees. You jerk my head up again and stare deep into my eyes. Still maintaining eye contact, Your reach down between my splayed thighs and slowly, oh so lightly trace Your finger over the crotch of my panties. I whimper and buck my hips, hard in an attempt to create some friction between Your teasing digit and my urgently throbbing clit. My panties are completely soaked with my arousal and the sensation of Your finger moving slowly back and forth over the bulge of my clit send wave after wave of desperate excitement throughout my body. My legs tingle and I feel my womb flutter even as my hips gyrate and move in every direction, desperate for even a fraction more pressure from Your lightly grazing finger.

Your finger ceases its movement directly on top of my clit and You press firmly on it, making me cry out and swivel my hips wildly.
“Still, slave” You bark. I immediately stop moving and straighten my back. Your torturing finger moves with me, pressing just hard enough on my engorged clitoris to create a stupor of arousal deep within me. When You are satisfied that I am still, You smile sadistically and begin to move Your finger in a slow, small circle directly on my clit, using very little pressure and letting the friction of my soaked panties do most of the work. You laugh aloud as I screw my eyes up and begin to breath in  a series of shallow pants, my whole body shaking with the effort of supressing my need. As You rub, You bring Your face close to mine.
“Do you want this, slut? Do you want to show Me how you cum? Do you want it to be over, whore? It hurts, doesn’t it? Hurts to need your Mistress so badly…hurts to be so… close… to orgasm. Mmm…” Your purring taunts heighten my pleasure and I begin to feel myself coming closer and closer to cumming under the steady movement of Your finger. Although I keep my upper body still my feet flex and wave uncontrollably, and side effect of my entire body willing my clitoris to surrender, to let go and give in to the inevitable. I attempt to follow protocol but my mind is a scrambled mess of screaming urges. I stammer

“Oh, oh uh… Mmm please, god please please please Mistress… Oh Sarah oh fuck I… Please Mistress, please let me cum please PLEASE!” the last please is a half sob half moan and it makes You chuckle.
“No, no you may not cum. You will stay like this until I am satisfied that you are broken… Oh poor slut. Oh slut, don’t you want Me? Wouldn’t you love to bury your face in my wet, horny cunt?” You whisper in my ear while Your finger’s movements get faster. My breathing speeds up even more and I attempt to reason with You once more.

“Mistress please. Oh god-Goddess I beg You, please let Your slut uhhhh… Fuck I, oh I’m cumming!” I roar and bury my head in Your shoulder, shuddering and shaking while Your finger flicks quickly, wringing a thundering orgasm out of my sweating body as I moan Your name over and over, professing my love and gibbering my gratitude. Before I am even finished being enveloped by waves of relief, You remove the clamps from my nipples and I squeal soundlessly at the sudden pain of the blood rushing back into them. You push me back, knocking me off balance and I lie on the ground, all strength gone from my body, drenched in sweat and panting. Roughly, You wrench my legs apart. I look up in surprise, still dazed. You are frowning, a look I have learnt to fear. You seize one of my labia and hold up one of the sharp-toothed clamps.
“Nobody said you could come before Me, cunt!”

It’s dark. It’s so, so dark. I am lying perfectly still, but my heart is beating so hard it feels as though my whole body must be twitching with each beat. The ball gag filling my mouth makes it difficult to control my breathing, I try to take slow, calm breaths through my nose but I am frightened, my nerves already red raw as I listen for the sound of You moving near me.

My hands are bound behind my back, but instead of being tied at the wrists You have tied them together at the elbows. My ankles are also bound tight, the rope cutting deliciously into my skin. The extra rope from my ankles has been brought up and tied to the rope binding my elbows, forcing me to bend my knees and leaving me naked, exposed and vulnerable.

I can feel the cool air on my worthless, wet cunt. I can feel myself throbbing urgently, my arousal mixing with my terror in a heady cocktail of endorphins. The extreme discomfort of having my arms and legs bound is already becoming excruciating. I have no wish to show myself for the weak, pathetic worm that I am and so I attempt to move myself very slowly and surreptitiously into a slightly less stressful position.

As I hold my breath and attempt what I think is discrete shifting of my weight, my calve muscles screaming, I hear your low chuckle, and freeze. I know what I have done. I have broken the rules. I have shown myself to be a lazy, unworthy slut and now… Now my punishment will be without mercy.

You take hold of the rope binding my elbows to my ankles and pull me roughly onto my side. I can smell Your scent, and I allow myself a moment to breathe You in before I am jerked from my reverie by the sudden shocking sensation of Your fingers either side of my erect clit. I wince into my ball gag and bite down hard on the firm rubber ball that fills my mouth. I know I must not move but my urge to pull away from Your invading fingers is powerful, and I surprise myself by squealing in pain as You pinch my clitoris hard, yanking it violently at the same time. My entire womanhood burns and pulsates, my body shakes and trembles with the effort of holding absolutely still and my breath comes in desperate pants. I am so deep into the pain, my entire mind a fog of slow smouldering agony and painful arousal that I do not initially notice You have stopped tugging my tortured clit. I barely have time to relax into relief when I feel as though my entire pussy has been clamped in a vice! I scream and scream like the sissy bitch I am, drooling from each side of my ball gag as I begin to repeat my mantra “No Mistress, please, please no more”. I jabber my entreaty over and over again, completely captivated by the hot flaming peak of agony between my thighs. The pain is awful, terrifying and so invasive. I want so badly for it to stop but I know my torture will be long and brutal.

You reach up and grab the back of my hair, yanking it back violently. Tears roll down my cheeks and

my body sags involuntarily towards Your heat. I hear you tutting softly, I imagine the way Your dark eyes will light up with pleasure as You watch your animal squirm and weep. Through the haze of my excruciating pain I moan softly as I sense Your full, soft lips against my ear.

“Stupid, misbehaving, dirty fat little whore” You whisper in a low, husky voice, chuckling again as I

pump my hips involuntarily at the sound of Your voice. You grab the chain hanging cool and thin against my naked skin, that connects to the thick metal choker encircling my neck. My entire body is awash with heat and endless, unstoppable pain and I feel my world go black briefly as You yank my choker upwards so that it closes violently around my throat, crushing my windpipe and leaving me panicked and writhing. You hook the chain up on the wall and step back, I am now suspended by my choker chain as it rapidly squeezes all breath from my body, sensation leaving my cruelly bound arms and legs and the high note above it all, the sensation that my clitoris is being severed by the nipple clamp which You have chosen to leave in place. I begin to feel as though I am floating, beneath the blindfold colours swirl and burst behind my eyes. In my world, there is only You. You are my universe, my Goddess, You control every atom of my being and Your reason for being is to see me suffer like the bitch whore that I am. I barely feel

You unhooking my chain and I drop to the ground and lie there, whimpering and shaking like a kicked dog.

I jump as the toe of Your stiletto heal taps my cheek. “Roll”, you command and I slowly manoeuvre onto my stomach. My ass is exposed and I feel my tight asshole contract at the thought of being violated by You. The position I am in puts pressure on the clamp with its death grip on my clitoris but I am unable to lift my upper body to relieve the pressure.

Almost as though You read my mind, I gasp as Your heel presses firmly down on my ass, forcing my pelvis further onto the ground and making my clitoris burn and throb with unspeakable pain. Sobs wrack my body and I twist and writhe, my concentration lost in an endless cloud of hot sharp pain and fear. I know You will be enraged by my lack of discipline and You straddle my helpless form, Your perfect ass with its soft intoxicating skin sitting on my lower back, heedless of the pressure You are placing on my tightly bound limbs. I stiffen as Your powerful fingers separate my ass cheeks, shrieking with surprise and discomfort as You remove one of Your stilettos and jam it tightly into my un-lubed asshole. Pinwheels of pain explode behind my eyes.  I am dimly aware of the muffled sounds of screaming, and as You mercilessly twist the heel deeper into my virgin ass, I realise the screams are mine. I can no longer move, my arms and legs have stiffened, my pelvis is held perfectly still in a desperate effort to keep the pressure off of my tortured clit, my ass and thighs are held tight, in an attempt to prevent further violation by the cruel spiked heel.

You stand, and press Your other heeled foot into the back of my neck.

“Stay, pet. I will be home in an hour or so”. As I hear the door close behind You, my mind reels. Every

inch of my body is an endless shriek of pain, I can see nothing, say nothing.

As I lower my head and begin to weep, I know I will never break Your rules again.

Well, my picture has certainly lead to a lot of approaches. Sadly they are mainly from overseas. I have met a couple of amazing Women in other parts of the world who I am excited to get to know better and at the least would be honoured to call a friend, but I hope over time it may become more.

At the other end of the scale, there are 'Dommes' out there with only one profile picture which has obviously been scanned from elsewhere OR more than one picture clearly not of the same Woman. These 'Dommes' are only too happy to chat or cam but, they all seem to have old laptops which cannot cam or a lack of working microphones. They are all very, very keen to see me take my clothes off etc but cannot supply anything to further satisfy me as to their identity. One 'Domme' asked me if I would meet a male dom she knew. As if.

Another lady I spoke to claimed not to have a working cam or mic but when I activated my cam on MSN, I could hear background noise on 'her' end. When I respectfully asked for more pictures, suprisingly there were 'none on this laptop' and then, as if by magic someone was at the door and she quickly logged off.

This kind of behaviour is baffling, don't you think? Lol. men are idiots.

I AM REAL. I may not be perfect but I know what I want and I respect Women who know the same.