Our exciting journey continues and we've just enjoyed another milestone. We spent a week's vacation together, the longest time we've spent together in the 20 months since the weekend we first met. The time together was precious and even though we didn't travel to any exotic places, it was a vacation that i will never forget!

It has been a couple of months since i have written a journal entry about Master's and my time together. Master has been very lenient; in fact, He hasn't mentioned the delinquency at all but i know He still expects them to be written. i am sure He has questioned my commitment to them and why they have not been written before now. but the thing is, my situations and circumstances change, my commitment to Him does not. i think He is giving me enough rope, so to speak, to hang myself. my obligation to write them has not diminished. He knows that i will write them but when i do finally get around to it, that i am going to have one big task in front of me. of course, He is right. so here i sit, feeling guilty for the delay in fulfilling His instructions and feeling a bit over-whelmed with the task in front of me. of course, i have a perfectly good excuse for not obeying. no, nevermind. there is NEVER a good excuse for not obeying Master.

my last journal entry i posted was dated September 19. i was with Master again the following weekend and i wrote a journal entry about our time together that weekend but with His permission i decided to keep that particular entry private as it dealt with deeply intimate emotional issues that i was not willing to share with our readers. The second weekend in October i planned on being with Him but i got a nasty virus which prevented me from making the trip. i was so disappointed that i couldn't go and by the next weekend i was extremely anxious to see Him. i needed to know that we were still okay after the emotional upheaval i had created during my last visit. i was immediately reassured that all was well when i was greeted by His usual smiles, strong hugs and deep kisses. my hesitations and doubts were soon forgotten and we spent another wonderful weekend together and then again the following weekend. Both of the October weekends were filled with obligations outside of just fulfilling one another. Master had two singing engagements which consumed both of our Saturday nights but He managed to create some highly intense moments nonetheless in which He took me to deep levels of submission with His unrelenting control. One of those times was late one night. We had gone upstairs to get ready for bed. i undressed first then knelt before Him to remove His shoes and socks, pants and shirt. He patted the bed beside of Him and indicated i should lay on the bed on my belly. After reddening my ass with several hard spanks of His open-palmed hand, He positioned me in the traditional hogtied position, knees bent, feet in air, my shoulders straining backward to cross my wrists behind my back, my head reared back as far as i could to hold it off the bed. Without the benefit of rope, He kept me mentally restrained in that position, probing me with His words to humble me and His hands to excite me. i remained in His mental hogtie throughout the session and during the time i was allowed to pleasure Him orally. The position was more difficult to maintain without His ropes and when i would relax the very least, He would remind me of where i should be and urged me to submit and obey. By the end of the session i felt as if i was failing Him but His words reassured me that i had not disappointed Him at all.

Throughout both weekends there were impromptu sessions where He would simply take powerful control when it was least expected. We would be sitting on the couch, watching tv. i would be massaging His feet or His back or we would be at the computer and without warning He would suddenly take me, grasping a handful of hair and pulling me toward Him. He would punish my tits with forceful slaps of His open palms until they were hot and red and my pussy lips were swollen, throbbing, begging for attention. He gave my puss the attention i craved as He brought me to one orgasm after another then put me on my knees at His feet, knees spread apart, big toes touching, arms behind my back, wrists crossed, to lick and suck and pleasure His cock with my mouth and my hands until He came powerfully, filling my mouth with His cum, instructing me not to spill a drop and to continue sucking even after His came and i hungrily obeyed.

One very intense and memorable session took place the second weekend i was with Him. This time His ropes were used to restrain me on His bed. i was lying on my back cross ways near the foot of His bed. my arms were underneath me. my wrists were cuffed then a rope was used to pull my arms taunt. the rope was then tied to the bed frame to hold my arms in an outstretched position. Next He cuffed my ankles, attached a rope to the cuffs then pulled the rope tightly to pull my legs up into the air, bending me at the waist, and tying the rope to the other side of the bed frame, securing my feet and legs in mid air over my head. The results of His bondage had my arms pulled downward in one direction and my feet pulled upward in the opposite direction. Next a length of rope was tied around my knees, holding them together which added to my predicament. This position gave Him the ultimate access to my ass. He took full advantage of this position as He teased and tormented me with spanks of His hands and probing between my legs. i was not wearing a blindfold but my eyes were clinched tightly shut. Without warning i felt the sensation of hot wax being dripped onto the soles of my upturned feet. He was playing with the wax, dripping it directly onto my toes. i felt drops of the wax land on my breasts as the wax streamed and dripped from between my toes. A few drops landed on my face. The combination of the physical sensations and the mental as the wax hardened and dried on my face was incredible. He continued to use the drips of the hot wax from the candle to cover the soles of my feet, the backs of my upper thighs and my ass. He then used my puss as a candle holder as it continued to burn and drip wax onto my pussy lips. i was kept under His control in this position for what seemed a very long time. By the time He removed the ropes that secured me to His bed, wax covered a good portion of my lower body. my wrists and ankles were still secured in His cuffs and the rope still held my knees together. He instructed me to roll over onto my belly and to scoot my body so that i lay horizontally in His bed with my face on the edge of the foot of His bed. my knees were to be bent to hold my feet in the air as in a hogtie. These instructions were not easily conquered but i finally managed to maneuver into the position He required of me. In this position He proceeded to cane my ass and the soles of my feet. By the time the restraints were removed much later, i was very humbled and grateful to be free of bondage and allowed to pleasure Him orally. Afterward, i had the dubious honor of cleaning up the mess created by the waxing!

The next time i saw Master was Halloween night, October 31. The next day was His birthday. This time He made the drive to my home in northeast Tennessee. i was so excited and happy to have Him in my home again, to spend some time with my family as well as to have some very private times alone to serve Him in my own environment. i remember spending a good deal of time that weekend worshiping His feet as He sat in my big comfy living room chair watching TV as i administered tongue baths to both His feet, His ankles, the soles of His feet, each toe from base to tip, running my wet tongue in between each one and lavishing kisses on them until i could no longer resist making a trail of kisses up both long legs, inside each thigh and finally finding His pleasure and mine in between. On Saturday, His birthday, we drove over to North Carolina to do some sight seeing and made a short hike to Elk River Falls where He made several pictures of me and the falls and then even allowed me, for the first time, to take a few pictures of Him! We went to Boone, NC and celebrated His birthday at a restaurant that had been recommended to me. It was late when we returned to my house that night but the fire of passion between us was to be dealt with before we finally drifted to sleep. The next morning i was proud to have Master attend church with me then spending the rest of the day at home, cooking dinner and spending more time with my family. Monday morning came too soon when it was time for Master to make the trip back to His home in middle Tennessee. That following week, on Nov 9Th, marked the one year anniversary of our meeting face to face for the first time. i reflected on that day and on the days since and was (and am) very thankful to have Him in my life.

Two weeks later, on November 14, i went to visit Master in His home. i arrived a little earlier than usual and we drove up to Cool Springs for dinner. When we returned to His home later that evening, we immediately went upstairs. He told me not to undress which i found a bit unusual but i was curious to what He had in mind. i soon found out as for the first time ever i was bound and placed into a strict hogtie, fully clothed except, of course, i was bare-footed. His ultimate goal for this particular session was a photo shoot so i was positioned for His pleasure and He took several shoots of me in clothed bondage. Later, of course, the clothing was removed and we satisfied our carnal needs as only the two of us can. Saturday was spent in leisure, only leaving His home late in the day to go to dinner and to return to the privacy of His home. We attended church Sunday morning, went to lunch at our favorite local restaurant and by the time we got back to His house, it was time for me to pack the car and leave for my drive back home.

Again, another two weeks passed without being able to be with Him. i hate those long periods between visits but our reunions are always sweet when we do manage to be together again. This visit was for the long Thanksgiving weekend and on Wednesday evening, Master arrived at my home to spend the holiday with my family and me! He arrived shortly after i got home from work and after we carried His clothes and overnight bag upstairs we went out for dinner. my daughter and grand-daughter arrived home from visiting a friend about the time we got back home so it was much later before we had our privacy to explore and satisfy one another. We were awake until very early morning. i was only able to sleep a couple of hours before i got back up to start Thanksgiving dinner preparations. i love to cook especially big holiday meals for my family and this holiday meal was even more special to me because i was also cooking for my Master! i spent the entire morning fixing the traditional Thanksgiving meal with turkey and ham and various casseroles and side dishes and desserts. Master got up before long and joined me in the kitchen then the house became a hub of activity as family began to arrive and the sounds of cheerful conversations and camaraderie filled the house. Everyone, including Master, seemed pleased with the meal and i beamed with pride both for the meal that i prepared but especially to have Master spending the holiday with my family and me. Later that afternoon the house slowly emptied as everyone left for other destinations. Master and i both were exhausted, but i think especially me, and we chose to spend some down time watching the football games on TV and napping. Later than evening, i sat on the floor at His feet, massaging His feet and legs, as He watched TV. He pulled me into position on my knees and used His voice and face slaps to humble me into complete submission. i found pleasure in pleasing Him orally before we were both spent in exhaustion and made our way down the hall to the bedroom.

Friday morning was leisurely spent watching TV before we showered and went out for the afternoon. We drove over to the house that my brother is building so i could see the progress since my last visit there and so Master could see it for the first time. After a couple of hours we left and went to an Amish restaurant for dinner. It was still fairly early by the time we got home and Master had some wonderfully wicked plans for us that evening. We spent a few minutes getting the garage rearranged to place a table near our intended play space to hold the whips and floggers and canes and restraints that He would be using later. i started a heater to knock off the chill and lit a candle and sat it nearby. an area rug was placed in the center of the cold concrete floor of the garage. We spent a little while upstairs until the basement had time to warm up. When we went back downstairs, Master stripped me of the t-shirt and lounge pants that i was wearing, positioned me in the center of the area rug, bound my wrists with rope, then secured the end of the rope to an overhead rafter. Next He secured my ankles together with cuffs then fashioned a crotch rope between my legs before securing the end of that rope also to an overhead rafter. He attached clamps to my hard nipples and looped the chain connecting the clamps around the rope which secured the crotch bondage. This positioning of the chain caused a tight pull on the clamps whenever i moved. He inserted a ball gag between my lips and pulled the strap tight before securing the clasp. Within seconds i felt the first kiss of His single tail as it made contact with my ass. It had been awhile since we had engaged in a heavy s&m session and i both resisted and relished in the sensations. i screamed, i cried, i went silent for awhile, then i laughed as the strikes of His cane covered my ass that was already tenderized by His single tail. At one point in the scene, He blindfolded me, enveloping me in darkness and sending me further into the abyss of His control. He caned my breasts, my shoulders, my ass, my thighs, my calves and finally the tops of my feet. the muscles in my arms ached from being extended over my head, the ropes dug into my wrists, my hands would tingle with numbness until i wiggled them to get the circulation going through them again. There didn't seem to be one inch of my body that the nerves were not sensitized by His control. i have no idea how long He held me in captivity but i didn't want to leave this place He had taken me. Too soon i was brought back to the reality of the cold garage as the ropes were loosened, the ball gag removed, the cuffs unleashed from my wrists and ankles. i was placed on my knees on the rug and presented with His hard cock to worship and suck for awhile before He denied me even that pleasure and instructed me instead to pick up the toys that were lying about. Before long the garage was again just a garage and no longer the dungeon where i'd been held as His willing captive. Once we were back upstairs i was again on my knees at His feet fulfilling both His desire and mine in oral service to Him. We both feel asleep in the living room that night and didn't wake up until morning.

i was sad when i woke up because i knew my time with Master was quickly coming to an end. Him coming to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with me was so incredible. i didn't want it to end but i knew He planned to leave by early afternoon to get home to be prepared for work the next evening. We spend the last few hours of His visit in light conversation and quiet reflection of the past few days. Too soon, He showered and dressed and i helped Him carry His things back to His truck and watched as He drove out of my driveway and steered His truck toward home. Time spent with Him is precious. i can never seem to get enough. i miss Him when we are not together even though His love and His presence surrounds me at all times. i am proud to be owned by Him.

i have been writing journals of Master's and my time together since our very first real time meeting on November 10, 2007. He requested that i do this and i enjoy writing and remembering in detail the things we do together. However, my memory is not what it used to be. Sometimes i miss including a specific part of a scene or something that is indeed significant and should be included but is over-looked, not because it was not important and memorbable, simply because i do not have excellent recall. i am feeling particularly guilty today because of something very significant (to Us) that i left out of our Labor Day Weekend journal entry. i apologize to You, Master, and i hope You will allow me to make it right and to tell about this significant event now.  Master has been looking for awhile for something that i can wear 24/7 that signifies His ownership of me. The steel collar that i wear at home and, always in His presence, is irreplacable but is not always appropriate in every situation (ie church, family gatherings, my office). On Thursday night, August 28, when we first went upstairs to His bedroom He had me strip and kneal before Him and shut my eyes. He handed me a bag made out of fabric and closed with a drawstring. i was to open it without opening my eyes. When i managed to get the bag open and reach inside i touched a small ring. As i pulled it out of the bag, i was told to open my eyes and in my hand was a beautiful gold band, a toe ring, with my nick "swtmasokiss" engraved in script. i knew then that Master had found what He had been looking for! i handed the ring to Him and raised my foot for Him to place it on the "ring" toe of my left foot, where it will remain forever or until the day He chooses to remove it. (i hope it is there forever!) Although i do not have a need for a constant reminder that i belong to Him, i love the idea of wearing something that is His 24/7. It is with me always, just as He is with me always, in my mind and in my heart. i love You, Master.

It had been 3 weeks since i'd made the journey to see Master. i took off work Friday and left home around noon so i would arrive at His house between 5 and 6 pm. Excitement and anticipation compelled me and sped me along the interstate. i arrived precisely at 5 pm. The long separation had been difficult for us both and the reunion was sweet, intense, passionate, all-consuming and we spent the first hour together thoroughly immersed in one another. Afterward, we went upstairs to get ready to go out for dinner and Master had a surprise for me. He'd bought me a new dress! i wore it to dinner that night and He was pleased with how i looked and spoiled me even more with His compliments.

Soon after arriving back at His home, He directed me back upstairs to His bedroom. As has become a ritual with us, i removed His shoes and socks, His trousers and shirt and He laid down across the bed as i knelt at the end and spent some time massaging His feet and legs. This ritual has become synonymous with invoking a deeper level of submission and serves as the threshold to His total dominance over me. The direction of the scene changes dramatically as He sits up on the end of the bed and enforces His control with His words accentuated by grasping both hands full of my hair and looking deep into my eyes, emphasizing His ownership and control. A few swift slaps to my face brings tears to my eyes and i am totally in His command. i am still on my knees as He turns me to face away from Him. He inserts the new yellow ball gag between my jaws and deep inside my mouth and pulls the strap tight before fastening it behind my head. He pulls my arms upward then my hands down to be restrained behind my head in an inverted prayer position. He wraps my wrists with His rope and with a tug tightens the tension on it's downward pull. i am unsure of the exact positioning of the rope but recall vividly the feel of its path as it entwines around my throat in several loops before being tied off with a wrap around my waist. With the slightest of movement, i feel the rope tighten around my throat and with the combination of my arms bound in the upward position, the strictness of the ball gag and the tension of the rope around my throat, i begin to feel as if i am suffocating. i realize too that the restraint of my arms up and over my head seems to make His band of steel around my neck feel tighter also, adding to the restriction of air. i struggle against the ropes but that only pulls them tighter still and i begin to panic and gasp for breathe. Master asks me several times if i am okay and i nod in the affirmative, yearning to suffer and endure for Him, yet He sees the panic rising in my eyes. Just as He reaches to loosen the ropes restraining me, in a heightened panic, i pull my wrists free from the ropes and all tension loosens and the rope remaining wrapped around my body falls slack. i expect at least a verbal reprimand but there is none, only a comforting voice telling me that He sensed the panic within me, and, even though i broke His bonds, He was not upset and that i should not be either. i believe for a few brief moments we had both soared on the fear within me, me internally, He from the look in my eyes. There have been several occasions when Master had taken me to the edgier places that we play but as the trust solidified between us, it has become more and more difficult to reach that area where real fear becomes an element of the scene. And, looking back, even though i knew i was safe in His hands, for a moment the rush of fear consumed me and i loved it! The excitement of that moment remained with us for the remainder of the night as we enjoyed our bodies in many carnal delights.

We woke earlier than usual on Saturday morning and enjoyed some leisure time laying in His bed before getting up to start the day. His brother came by to get the rest of his things he'd left there when he'd moved out a few weeks ago and we visited with him for awhile. Then i cooked breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. Afterward, we spent most of the day lounging on His couch, talking, watching tv, cat napping, simply enjoying being together. Master commented several times that He regretted not making outside plans for us for the weekend but i was certainly not disappointed. i'd had a hectic couple of weeks and thoroughly enjoyed relaxing and just being with Him; for me, that was enough. Later that evening, we dressed and went to dinner but we didn't stay out long afterward as the peace and solitude of His home lured us back there.

A short time later we go upstairs and follow our customary ritual but when it came time for His foot massage, He instead undressed me as i knelt before Him. When i was naked, He pulled my arms behind my back and placed my wrists in the attached cuffs. Then He stood and pulled me to my feet and directed me into a stance with my feet spread wide apart, bent at the waist, my face lowered onto the surface of His bed. He again affixed the new ball gag tightly but there were no other restraints to hold me, only my desire to please Him and the craving to feel whatever sensations He wanted to administer upon His slave. i immediately recognized the swishing sound of the singletail as it danced in the air directly behind me even before i felt the first sting as the tip made contact on my ass. i quivered, sighed deeply and melted into the surface of the bed as the succession of strikes quickened and became more rapid and intense. i will admit some apprehension at first as Master had just purchased His singletail during my last visit to Him 3 weeks prior. But again, my fears were unfounded and the mixture of the pleasure and pain that He delivered were comparable to those administered by One who has been welding a singletail much longer than He. There was a couple of strikes that brought me straight up off the bed only to be quickly put back in my place by the sound of His voice. Occasionally He would rub the palm of His hand across the red marks on my ass and like magic the sting was erased and i craved more of the sweet pleasure pain. He would cease the delivery of the pain from time to time to reach between my legs to tease my swollen clit until i begged for permission to orgasm which He generously allowed. When the sweet sensations of the singletail subsided, they were replaced by the equally delicious sensations created by the presentation of His cane across my already reddened and sensitized ass. He also delivered the strikes down my outer thighs and to the tops of my shoulders before standing me upright and delivering several powerful blows to the tops of my breasts. Whenever i would reach the point i thought i could not take another strike without relief, He would sense that and tell me to take another "X" amount of strikes for Him. His words empowered me and i took the strikes proudly for Him. Again, a tender swipe of His hand across the most raging area soothed the pain and spread pleasurable sensations out and away from the point of contact. In this manner, He took me again and again to the end of my endurance and back again. When He tired of the cane, He brought out the wide leather strap and used it soundly across my ass, on top of the marks already left by the singletail whip and the cane. Again, He sensed when i had taken nearly all that was physically possible for me then told me to count down the final five lashes as He swung the strap with much of His strength behind it. When He indicated that He was through administering pain for the evening, i collapsed across His bed. But He did not allow me to lay there long before He was directing me up on all fours, my knees on the edge of the mattress as He wrapped my ankles in His red rope, then again had me to lay belly down across His bed as He affixed the other end of the rope to the cuffs still around my wrists then pulled me into a strict hogtied position. He removed the gag from my mouth and positioned Himself in front of me with one leg on either side of me, allowing me full oral access to His hard cock. All movements were restricted by the hogtie with the exception of mouth and tongue making it difficult and challenging to please Him. Despite (or perhaps because of) the restrictions His ropes enforced, we both found much pleasure there as His voice guided and directed me how to please Him with licks and sucks both to His cock and balls until He found His release and i drank His hot cum. Neither of us moved for a very long time, lying bound together, succumbed to the pleasure and release that our lovemaking had rewarded us.

Sunday morning's alarms sounded too early and drug us both from a peaceful sleep. i got up first and showered then listened for the sounds of Him beginning to get ready for church. Us worshiping together is another ritual which binds us together and strengthens our faith. Attending church services is always an important part of our weekends. Afterward, we go to lunch before returning to His house, in dread of the time when i have to leave Him to return home. It has been raining hard ever since we woke up that morning with no indication of it ending so we agree i should start the drive home a little earlier this week so i don't feel rushed and get careless in the drive. This week, even though i am sad to be leaving, i leave with a smile on my face, knowing that i will be returning to Him in just 4 days to spend the long holiday weekend with Him. i will miss Him but at least i know it's only a matter of days, rather than weeks, that i will be in His arms and in His control once more.

Our relationship has developed into one which is well balanced as far as time spent in bdsm activities and activities outside the bdsm realm. i perceive there always to be a Dominant/submissive current between us, even in the most non-lifestyle related situations, subtle as it may be, at times recognized only by the two of us. Some of our weekends together have been consumed almost entirely by vanilla activities due to church and family commitments. Others have been quiet the opposite with time being dedicated to satisfy our darkest needs. A couple of much needed play times were finally realized over the long holiday weekend before when Master came to visit me. The very next Friday, i left the office early in order to arrive at His home around 7 pm. He had planned another decadent weekend for us to share.

As is our normal routine, we spent the first 30 minutes or so re-connecting, so to speak, from our week apart. This time is filled with affectionate embraces and passionate kisses, flirting and teasing with one another, Him gradually taking control of His submissive through His words and subtle actions until the current between us is almost tangible. As usual we go to dinner then He stopped by a local Wal Green's to print some of the photos He'd taken the weekend before of my family and me. We weren't back at His house very long before He ushered me upstairs to His bedroom. i changed from my street clothes to a lacy turquoise blue nightgown, then knelt before Him to remove His shoes and socks, His trousers, and shirt. There was no question who was in charge as He drove my level of submission deeper with His immediate claim of my mind and body, taking full possession of what is already His. He grasped a handful of my hair at the nap of my neck and forcefully tilted my head backward, exposing my long throat to His teeth and mouth as He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh. Master verbally emphasizes His control over me throughout our sessions. Sometimes it is to express what He plans to do to this body that He owns or sometimes He will humble me with name calling and to emphasis my subservient position to His of power and control. As we further descend into the dark places that we go, He will ask questions and demand answers from me, which, depending on my head space at the time, serves to set my mind in a frenzy contemplating how it is i should respond or simply furthers my level of submission as i confess my darkest secrets. He has perfected His ability to verbally humiliate me, pushing my conscious mind to the farthest point of degradation only then to further His mental and physical powers over me with several open handed slaps to my tear stained cheeks. Once He is satisfied that i am fully subjugated to Him mentally, He then easily takes full control of my body.

He positions me on the floor on my hands and knees. He sits behind me and strokes my ass and administers a sound spanking with several smacks of His large and powerful hands. He teases the warm tender flesh that makes me a woman and my need is so great i can not suppress the moans of my desires. Under His competent hands those needs are catered to but my desires only grow stronger and the intensity is great. He inserts a large dildo into my cunt and fucks me hard until my body is consumed by sexual overload and i am allowed to cum at will. When the urgency is satisfied, He then inserts another dildo into my ass and i am overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness as He pumps both toys in and out of my pleasure holes. Soon i am screaming and squirting as waves of shuddering orgasms take possession of my entire body. i am allowed only a few moments of respite to compose myself before i am placed into position to pleasure His hard cock. He allows me only a few minutes to suck and lick before He changes the course and places me face down across His bed and restrains me in a strict hogtie with His ropes.

Now i am completely engulfed in His control, mentally and physically. i am helpless to His whims and He takes advantage of my predicament, after all i am His to do with as He pleases. i trust Him explicitly and know He will respect the trust i have placed in Him. This is not to say that He will not stretch my limitations, to push me further than i think i am capable of going yet i am confident that He reads my body signals well and knows the point when i truly need His mercy. He also places His trust in me to let it be known when "please no, Sir" truly means "no". This trust allows us to play on the edge in ways that some may consider extreme but we play in this realm consensually and and conscientiously (risk aware) so that the probability of any unpleasant surprises is minimal.

He places a bright red ball gag (to match the ropes that are binding me) deep in my mouth and tightens the strap strictly before clasping it shut. A blindfold is placed over my eyes and i am thrown into total darkness. The bondage is strict and i struggle slightly against the ropes, trying to find a position of comfort. There is none but even a slight shift in position will change the stress on certain areas to another, offering a brief reprieve to my discomfort. i finally cease to resist and succumb myself to His bondage. my mindset takes over and offers some physical relief. Still my Master continues to talk to me, pulling me back from my sweet abyss and the struggle begins anew. This cycle continues over and over again. Then, as if He is not exercising His sadism enough through His ropes, He administers a harsh spanking on my exposed ass cheeks alternating the torture with sessions of extreme tickling. At one point He lies down across the bed next to me, His large frame seems to almost engulf my own. His pulls on the band of steel that encircles my neck and uses it to stifle the air flow and my ability to swallow. Once i submit to this choking sensation He increases the level of intensity by using His strong left arm as He wraps it around my neck and pulls me tightly toward Him. This position places me in a choke hold and i strive to endure His suffocation for as long as i possibly can then finally struggle against Him as a signal that i need to breathe. The session seems to flow effortlessly from one activity to the next, a foray of sensations, mental and physical control. He uses His cane to inflict some rather intense strikes across my ass cheeks which are already tender from the previous spanking session. He uses the cane on my upper shoulders also and i struggle harder against the ropes trying to free myself from His bindings. He takes mercy on my predicament and removes the gag and blindfold. my eyes sting from the combination of the sudden evasion of light and my eye makeup that is now smeared and running down my cheeks with the tears i have shed for Him. He prompts me to escape His strict tie by enticing me with the pleasure of orally pleasing Him IF i can free myself. i struggle fiercely now and think it is hopeless but i feel one end of the rope just barely within my reach and i concentrate on pushing it back through the loop that i envision in my mind's eye. Miraculously i feel the rope around my wrists loosen somewhat and i pull as hard as i can and finally realize some freedom as one hand slips out of the tight restraint. With one hand free, i am able to free my other hand also, then pull the ropes from around my ankles and i am finally clear of all restraints. i feel slightly empowered that i was able, for the first time, to escape the ropes of His strict bondage. Confidently i settle into a mental hogtie position that pleases Him most between His outstretched legs and feed my hunger on His hard cock until we are both rewarded and stated and fall into the peacefulness of sleep.

i believe we both cherish the sweet relaxation of our Saturday mornings spent leisurely together. We usually sleep late, after our all night play sessions, fix a simple breakfast and enjoy our coffee as the day passes in quiet reprieve from the outside world. Later in the day we shower and dress to meet friends at a restaurant in Nashville. i have known one of the submissives we are meeting for dinner for several years. The other girl is a long time friend and former play partner of Master's. Although we have been exchanging emails for quiet some time, this will be the first time we have actually met. i have to come to know and admire her both from hearing Master speak fondly of her and through our email exchanges and i am anxious to meet and hopefully form a lasting friendship with her. The four of us enjoy our dinner and conversation together. Afterward, we go to cindy's apartment so the girls can change clothes before the four of us go to the local dungeon for the evening. Master takes along His camera and takes some photos of the girls, both together and separately and then of all three of us just before we leave the apartment.

The crowd at the dungeon is sparse on this stormy Saturday evening but we mingle and chat with the few other guests and i am introduced to a couple of people that i have exchanged messages with on a bdsm personals site. It is good to be able to put faces with type written words. We enter the dungeon area as a scene is progressing between a Dominant Male/Female couple and a submissive female who is standing naked between them. she is holding onto an overhead steel ring to help maintain her balance as she is pelted with the various instruments and tools of the sadistic nature. Soon her naked white flesh is marked in red from the administrations of their whippings. i squirm a bit in my seat as i sat watching her, imagining that it is me who is realizing the sweet sensations that she is enjoying. The scene is winding down as Master and i go outside to smoke and to retrieve His toy bag out of His truck. When we reenter the dungeon, He leads me to the far corner of the dungeon where a table top is suspended by chains from the ceiling. He instructs me to strip and to sit on one side of the table as He begins to fashion the beginnings of a strict hogtie with His ropes. It has been years since i have played in public display. i am a bit self conscious as i remove my dress and bra and hoist myself up on the unusually high table top. Since the table is suspended, it naturally swings and it takes a bit of effort on my part to get positioned for Him. When He has my hands secured tightly behind my back, He instructs me to lay face down on the table. Since it is covered in vinyl it is difficult to slide my naked flesh across it to get into the required position. i am a bit humbled by the time i get fully situated. He continues to bind me in His rope until He has constructed another strict hogtie in which to restrain me. The hard surface of the tabletop provides more support than a bed and the added support allows Him to pull me more into the typical arched position of the prescribed hogtie. Next He deprives me of speech and sight with His ball gag and blindfold. This is the first time Master has ever played publicly and i was so proud of Him and His bondage expertise as i lay there subjugated by His ropes and control. The slightest of swinging motion from the suspension of the table adds to my feeling of helplessness and i begin to float in a peaceful mindset. Soon, in my mind, it is only Master and me there in the deep recesses of the dungeon. Next Master administers an open handed spanking emphasized, as usual, with His verbal humiliations. He uses His cane in the most erotic caning session i have ever experienced, building the crescendo of the strikes gradually on my ass cheeks. Then He instructed me to tilt my upper torso so that one breast at a time was exposed to Him as He caned first one then the other with the same sweet afflictions as He had placed upon my ass. His seductive use of my body excited me and He granted me some relief as He explored the hot moist area between my legs and allowed me one intense orgasm. He teased and taunted, dared and enticed me to try to struggle free of His bindings but i knew that His restraint tonight was much tighter even than the one the night before. However, i did as He wanted and struggled hard, and in vain, to escape His ropes. The effort seemed futile to me and i would stop only to be egged on by His words to struggle and endure for Him which, of course, i did. Much to my surprise, a short time later, i finally felt the rope binding my wrists relax a bit and i was somehow able to struggle and free my hands. Master congratulated me on a job well done and helped remove the rope remaining around my ankles. He left me blindfolded and gagged though as He administered another amazing caning to my fully exposed ass, sans the intrusion of the ropes which secured me earlier. He ended the session by having me count aloud the final five strokes of His cane which He delivered with full abandonment and force on my reddened ass. Afterward, He leaned down close to me and whispered in my ear, "good girl". i soared with pride to be owned by this wonderful Dominant Man.

After getting dressed, gathering the ropes and His cane, and cleaning the tabletop with disinfectant, we thanked our friends for joining us for dinner this evening and for accompanying us to the dungeon. We wished them goodnight and a safe drive home as it was late and we were ready to get home ourselves. On the drive we talked about our first public session together, a first experience for Him, and about how much we had enjoyed the added intensity of public play and having the dungeon equipment at our disposal which added a new dimension to our level of play. His only regret was not having the freedom to take photos of the session since cameras are not allowed in the dungeon, for obvious reasons.

When we got back to His home, we immediately went upstairs to His bedroom. As it seems to be becoming a part of our protocol, i knelt and removed His shoes and socks, His jeans and shirt and put them away. i was anxious to show my gratitude for the wonderful evening we'd just shared by pleasuring Him orally. i did not suspect that He still had sadistic needs to be fulfilled before i was allowed that particular pleasure. Once again He bound my arms behind my back, wrists crossed, this time with the attached leather cuffs. He engulfed me in darkness with His blindfolded and muted me with His ball gag. He engaged in some intense breast torture with slaps from His hands and twisting my hardened nipples between His thumb and forefinger. He utilized face slapping, hair pulling and verbal humiliation until i was begging for mercy and to be allowed the pleasure of sucking His cock. i was denied. He had me sit on the end of His bed. He sat behind me, His long legs positioned one on each side of me as He continued His breast torture while i was allowed only to play with His hard cock with my bound hands. He encouraged and disciplined my hand play with His words by expressing His pleasure or His dissatisfaction of my performance, just as He does when instructing me in the proper use of my mouth on His cock. i couldn't see but instead felt Him get up off the bed and heard Him move about the room. i sensed when He returned to stand beside me and was filled with fear as i felt the plastic bag as it engulfed my whole head and as He pulled the opening of it tightly around my neck. Immediately i felt the restriction of oxygen and i willed myself to calm my breathing in order to reserve the small amount of air supply inside the bag. i endured for as long as i felt i could safely endure then struggled to signal i needed help. He immediately loosened the bag and allowed air inside long enough to fill my lungs before restricting it again. His breathe play continued until i was literally gasping for air each time the bag was removed and i was sweating from the warmth the plastic and my body heat generated inside the confines. Finally the bag was removed for the last time and i was allowed to breath freely again at least as freely as the ball gag would allow and i thanked Master for the privilege. It was then that the ball gag was removed and i was finally allowed to lay on my belly between His legs and to taste Him with my mouth and tongue. Evidently i was not retaining the mental hogtied position that He wanted so He stopped me long enough to bind me in His ropes in a hogtie that was pleasing to Him. The restraint made it impossible for me to move freely thus i could not get into a rhythmic motion with my mouth that would bring Him the maximum pleasure. i had to rely solely on my neck muscles to keep a steady pace and i became frustrated when they ached so bad i had to pause and use only my mouth to suck and lick. This position was very uncomfortable to me and i felt it limited the amount of oral pleasure i could deliver but still He left me bound and prodded me to try harder to please Him. my mental anguish was so great that i was crying by the time He freed me from the binds and allowed me to pleasure Him with abandonment. When He was satisfied and i was rewarded for my efforts, the sun was beginning to brighten the sky. We had only a few hours to sleep before it would be time to wake up and get ready for church.

When i woke, i heard Master in the shower. i panicked as i looked at the clock and realized i had less than an hour to get myself fully awake, showered and dressed in order for us to leave in time for church. i lay there on the bed a few minutes longer, actually contemplating asking Master to let me stay in bed while He went to church alone. i entertained this thought only briefly until i flung the covers back and rushed to the guest bathroom to shower and get ready. After church services, we went to our favorite local restaurant for lunch before returning to His house. i knew we were both tired from our busy weekend and lack of substantial sleep so i gathered my things and took them to the car, planning to get an early start on my drive home. Master suggested that i stay and nap awhile before i attempted the drive but i knew He had to go to work that night and that He needed to get some uninterrupted sleep that my presence might not allow. So i cut our normal time together by about 2 hours as i insisted i should go on home so i'd get there early and He could get some needed rest. He relented and we spent a few minutes in saying our goodbyes before i backed out of His garage and started my drive home. About two hours into the drive i heard a news report on the radio saying that I40 had been been closed because of a chemical spill when a truck had overturned. i took the next exit off the interstate to ask about an alternate route as it was only a few miles ahead where the interstate traffic was being detoured. Because of where the spill occurred, the only alternate route took me south almost to Chattanooga before i could get on a highway that lead north again and back onto I40 on the other side of the accident. This detour added an additional 2 1/2 hours of drive time to my already 5 hour drive home. Needless to say i was frustrated, discouraged and very tired by the time i made it home that night. The next morning as i was getting ready for work i was still very tired, even after several hours of sleep, and i was sore from the amount of time i spent in bondage over the weekend and from our s&m play. That evening i wrote Master an email and thanked Him for the wonderful weekend, told Him about my drive home, and told Him i didn't think i would be able to come back to Him the following weekend. Even as i typed the words, i had a feeling that i would regret them and that by the end of the week i would be aching to go back to Him. of course, i was right.

To Be Continued......

June marks the seventh month that i have known Master in real life although the foundation for our relationship was formed online over the course of several months of chatting and email exchanges beginning in February, 2007. From our very first real time meeting in November, i felt an incredible connection with Him and beginning on April 4th of this year, i was honored to become His collared submissive. Ours is a long distance relationship and for that reason, i am able to see Him only 2 or 3 weekends a month. With each visit, i have felt our relationship growing and the level of my submission toward Him deepening. It seems each time we are together our sessions grow in intensity. Because our time together is so infrequent, i believe up until now we have seen only the best of one another. For the most part, i believe the bdsm lifestyle is about living out our fantasies with someone we trust and respect and yes, in a lot of relationships such as ours, love. Whether the D/s is confined to the bedroom or touches every realm of our lives through domestic as well as sexual service, bondage, s&m encounters, as well as "vanilla" situations and events, the whole spectrum of our existence, there is no other relationship quiet so intense or one that can bond the people involved so completely. The basic lifestyle relationship itself can seem almost surreal because society has forced most of us into guarding ourselves against the outside world. It is partly because of this, and partly because our personalities are so wired toward the extremes, that the D/s relationship is so much more intense than most vanilla relationships i have been involved in, including my marriage. In my opinion, the openedness and honesty between those committed to one another in this type of relationship allows us certain freedoms not found in the more vanilla-type situations.

So what happens when life's problems and situations present themselves and suddenly one or both of us are faced with unpleasant situations that inevitably creep into our attitudes and idealistic D/s relationship and our weekends together are no longer simply about pleasure and sharing good times, both lifestyle and vanilla related, but being forced to deal with situations beyond our control? What happens when one or both of us are no longer capable of presenting just the best of themselves but become vulnerable to letting down our guards and truly letting the other see inside us, not just our Dominant or submissive self, but who we are as a whole? What happens when it is impossible to express our emotions and physical desires through an intense session but due to circumstances beyond our control, are reduced to simply satisfying a need without the benefit of physically expressing our darkest sides? i believe the answer to each of these questions is that the relationship only deepens and enriches us further when faced with such obstacles if the commitment is truly there; if the devotion of the slave is truly toward her Master as a Man, not solely as a Master; if the Master's desire is for the woman as well as for the slave and for her well being, then any situation can be faced and dealt with without sacrificing the ongoing Dominant/submissive current which is always present regardless of the circumstance. Although i have stated that a strong D/s relationship can be construed as living out our fantasies and being almost surreal in its entities, for those of us who embrace and cherish this lovestyle, it is indeed a forceful element even in our everyday lives.

i was very pleased that i was able to see Master this past weekend. The last time we were together, 3 weeks ago, we didn't know when we'd be able to see one another again and when the opportunity presented itself, we were both very anxious to take advantage of it. Because i had to work that day, i arrived at His home very late on Friday evening. As always, our coming together is quiet powerful, the need for one another very evident, our desires expressed physically and verbally, the power exchange almost tangible. It is the sweetest mixture of D/s and vanilla, the ease with which we intermingle and connect. His control is always evident whether in the most vanilla of situations or in the most wicked of sessions. We knew even as we planned this weekend together that it would consist mainly of the vanilla elements of our lives. Master's brother is temporarily living with Him which tempers our lovemaking and there are activities planned for the weekend that revolve around His involvement in the church. Also there are personal concerns which demand much thought and introspection thus dampening our moods somewhat; yet we are still happy just to be with one another.

It so happened that Master's brother would be away from home on Friday night allowing us the entire evening to ourselves. Following a late dinner, we returned to His home and our desires soon had us upstairs in His bedroom. i knelt naked before Him and removed His shoes and socks, His jeans and shirt. Although i believe we both had thoughts and desires of bondage and pain, our needs took us to a more sexual realm as i pleasured Him orally and He toyed and teased my cunt allowing me a couple strong orgasms before i resumed my oral service, this time beginning with His feet. i stroked and caressed and massaged His feet and toes and the calves of His legs, giving each foot my full attention and affection, completing my foot worship with a tongue bath before moving my focus to His hard cock.

i woke Saturday morning with the smell of coffee drifting upstairs from the kitchen. i dressed, made the bed, and went downstairs in search of Master. We ate breakfast then played on His computer for awhile before going upstairs again to get ready to go out for the afternoon. We were meeting a friend (another submissive) for lunch at the Outback in a neighboring town. The three of us enjoyed the meal and the conversation and getting to know one another better. After lunch we went to a nearby city park. Master directed and posed the two of us, both separately and together, in different poses and took several pictures of us before we meandered to a nearby picnic table and sat and talked for quiet awhile.

It's been over a week now since i have seen Master and i miss Him more each day. To make matters worse, it will be at least 11 more days before i'll be able to visit Him. We stay in daily contact, either via emails, IMs or phone but i miss the physical touch of Him. The tender sensual caresses as well as the not so tender spanks of His hand on my ass or to my cheeks, the feel of Him grasping a handful of my hair, His touch guiding me with the slightest pressure of His hand against my back as He opens a door and escorts me inside, the feel of skin to skin as we lay naked beside one another, or hip to hip as we sit on His couch and watch tv. i miss our talks, our discussions, covering every topic from the lifestyle to family and work matters to religion. i miss Him teasing me with His sarcastic sense of humor and i miss His words of affection, His tight hugs and hot kisses. i miss the feeling of total submission as i knee before Him and sensing His dominance which at times seems almost tangible between us. i miss being who we are when we are together.

During these long periods apart, Master will occasionally give me assignments which are to be incorporated into simple daily routines so that i am constantly reminded of who owns me and to keep the bond of dominance and submission strong between us though we are miles apart. i am leaving on vacation wednesday and have several tasks to get done before i leave. Tonight i planned to mow and trim the yard, water the flower beds, pay some bills, and do laundry after i got off work at 5. When i got home, i signed onto the internet to read the daily email He sends before i get started on my tasks. i was pleasantly surprised to find that Master was also online and that i had the opportunity to talk with Him awhile. He is normally asleep this time of day resting before He goes in to work the late night shift. About mid way of our conversation, He asked my plans for the evening and i told Him of the chores i'd hope to accomplish. When i had finished recounting the list, He began giving me instructions to follow while i carried out my tasks. i am to wear His collar, a t-shirt, shorts and an old pair of tennis shoes, but no underwear, while i am mowing. i am also to insert a vibe inside my pussy and He gives me permission to cum at will while i am doing the yard work. In addition, He give me a rather unusual instruction. i am to place several slices of deli lunch meat inside my tennis shoes. i wonder to myself why He makes such an unusual request but i do not question Him. After the yard work is complete, i am to take a shower and for the remainder of the evening i am to be nude with the exception of wearing a pair of brown leather sandals. Whenever i need to take my pups outside to use the bathroom, i may put on a robe but i am also instructed to reinsert the vibe and turn it on high for the entire time i am outside with the puppies, but i am not allowed to cum. When i come back inside the house, i am to strip again, remove the vibe and clean it with my mouth and tongue. When it is time for bed, i can remove the sandals and i am given permission to masturbate and cum as often as i'd like before falling asleep. After He finishes giving me my instructions for the evening, He explains a couple of the more unusual requests. The lunch meat in my shoes will serve to distract my full attention on the vibe inside my pussy and will deter me from cumming too frequently. He explains He wants me to be nude but to wear the sandals because He knows i am always barefoot and the sandals will provide a simple modified binding of my feet. All His instructions are to keep me reminded of who i belong to and my willingness to obey without question shows Him that i am willing to do almost anything He asks of me. We say goodnight to one another so He can go rest and i go to fulfill His instructions and to complete my tasks.

Master, of course, is correct about the lunch meat in my shoes being a distraction. When i first slip my feet into the meat filled shoes, it feels cold and squishy and pretty horrible. The longer the shoes are on my feet, the meat warms and my feet feel like they are submerged in hot slick mud or mire. The vibe is doing its job inside my pussy and the vibrating effects of the riding mower only aids in the demands on me to forget about the yuck going on with my feet and to savor and enjoy the other sensations that Master has arranged for me. This is the second occasion He has given me the assignment of a "joy ride" while mowing the yard and i learned the first time that i need to moderate and space my orgasms so that i am not left with nearly an hour's work and a vibrating pussy that is past the point of enjoyment. The distraction in my shoes help me accomplish that. In the hour and a half that it takes me to mow the yard, i enjoyed 3 hard orgasms and several 'after shocks' or lessor orgasms that immediately follow the stronger ones. But i still have the trim work to do which requires walking the yard with a weedeater in my hand and enough concentation on the task at hand not to slice my legs open with the string! Again, the stuff in my shoes help keep me focused as it is difficult to walk because my feet are sliding around in my shoes due to the slickness of the hot, squishy meat. About mid way around the yard, i have to stop and brace one hand against a tree and let the waves of orgasm consume me which leaves me weak in the knees. After a few moments, i compose myself and continue the trimming. When i am finally finished with all the yard work, including watering the flower beds and porch boxes, i commence putting away the tools and enjoy my final orgasm of the evening, at least until bedtime.

Once i get upstairs, i strip, remove the vibe and slip into a hot shower. i enjoy the sensations of the hot stream of water pelting down on my bare skin. my thoughts are on Master and i resist the temptation of masturbating in the shower without permission. i dry off, slip my feet into the brown leather sandals and go to the kitchen. i feed the puppies then i fix myself a light dinner, start a load of laundry, shift through a stack of mail then return to my bedroom and sit naked (with the exception of His collar and my sandals) in front of my computer, paying some bills online and converting some files from my hard drive to CDs. my son will be house-sitting while i am away on vacation so i remove the files of photos that Master has taken of me during our past sessions and the text files of our journal entries. i check emails and visit a couple of websites before my pup comes to me and makes it known it is time for his walk. i reinsert the vibe, turn it on the highest setting, and put on a robe. i put a leash on the puppy and walk out into the darkness of my back yard. Enough time has passed since my last orgasm that the sensations of the vibe inside me are making demands that are hard to ignore. i rush the puppy along with his business and hurry him back inside. i quickly remove the vibe, put it up to my lips and lick my juices away. i remove the robe and return to my bedroom and again sit down at the computer to begin writing about this evening's events as further instructed by my Master. i am anxious now to remove the sandals, slip between the coolness of the bed sheets and masturbate with abandon before falling into a peaceful sleep.

We went for a late dinner and returned to His home. We sat on the couch in the living room and talked for awhile. Then He brought me a package and i eagerly opened it to find a beautiful purple corset! It took me awhile to get all the little eye hooks fastened and then Master tightened the laces in the back, drawing the garment tightly around my full figure accentuating my curves. He was pleased with our efforts and was very complimentary. i was on my knees in front of Him as He sat on the couch. He commenced His deep throat training of me by forcing two or three fingers deep inside my mouth. i was not able to accept His fingers and finally begged Him to stop before i threw up my dinner on my beautiful new corset. He obliged my request and moved us upstairs for a photography session.

Once upstairs, i put on some black thigh high stockings that i had in my suitcase and the 6 inch black heels that He'd given me a couple of months ago. He posed me in many positions for pictures before He stared adding various articles of bdsm gear; first an inflatable penis gag, then a black blindfold; the attached black leather cuffs on my wrists and the purple cuffs on my ankles completed the look. He took several more pictures of me before sitting me on the end of His bed and reducing me into deep humility with His voice and several open handed slaps across my face. He explored the effects of the inflatable penis gag by inflating it to full capacity to fill my mouth and soon realized He could control my breathing this way. When the gag was fully inflated, it pressed against the roof of my mouth and somehow that made it impossible for me to breath even through my nose! He would leave the gag inflated until i began to struggle for breathe before releasing the air valve on the hand held bulb. He'd found a multi-speed vibrating egg in my toybag and pressed it hard against my clit and allowed me the pleasure of many orgasms. It pleased Him when i came so hard that i squirted! He seemed to enjoy forcing many orgasms that night as He played sexually for a very long time.

Next He had me to lay down across His bed on my stomach, inserted a vibrator in my cunt, and used His cane to redden my ass. As much as He seemed to enjoy the black thigh highs with the corset, they hindered Him from fully enjoying my feet so He tore away the foot portions of the black stockings so that my feet were fully accessible to Him. He massaged and tickled and caned my feet for His pleasure and when the vibrator brought me to the edge of orgasm again, allowed me permission to cum. He then placed the vibrating egg in my ass, left the vibrator in my pussy and positioned me into a strict hogtie. He used His cane across my upper back. He commented several times what a nice look the black stockings with the feet torn away created and He left me struggling in the confines of His ropes for quiet awhile, occasionally allowing me permission to cum as needed. The added pleasure of orgasm allowed me to suffer longer for Him so it was a very long time before i asked for release from His ropes, the inflatable gag, the blindfold and the cuffs so that i could lie between His legs and enjoy pleasing Him orally. He did not, however, remove the vibrating toys from my cunt or my ass and they reminded me constantly of their presence while Master put His deep throat training to good use. He used me well, keeping me in mental bondage in hogtied position, wrists crossed behind my back, legs bent forward toward my ass, and my toes pointed upward. He also enjoys giving directions, reminding me to stay in position, and using humiliation by calling me His slut, whore, cocksucker, to further the pleasure for us both. He also allowed me the pleasure of cumming several times when the vibrating toys distracted me from full focus on His cock and i needed relief. Before He is through using me, the room is lite by the sunrise. it is after 6 am but still it is quiet a bit later before either of us drifts off to sleep.

Master is so generous with His gifts to me. i continually tell Him that it is not necessary to buy me things, that He has my complete submission, loyalty and devotion without them. But He explains that He buys things for His enjoyment, not necessarily mine. In addition to the beautiful corset He'd given me the night before, He'd bought some lingerie for me to model for Him. i tried on a very sexy low cut black chemise but it didn't create the effect on my full figure that He was obviously looking for so He had me try on a black see through teddy, which He liked very much. He'd also bought a pair of black fishnet stockings that He had me put on with the teddy before posing me in several positions, both standing and lying across His bed. after He'd taken several pictures, He thoughts turned to other things besides photography. He inserts a ring gag in my mouth and pulls the strap tight before buckling it in place. He positions me on all fours in the center of His bed. He attaches clover clamps to my hardened nipples and a clothespin on my clit. He flogs my ass and clamped breasts. He uses His cane to further our pleasure, caning my ass, both the inside and outside of my thighs, the calves of my legs and the soles of my feet. At times He would have me hold His cane in my mouth while He used the flogger on my ass or He would alternately use both implements, sometimes making me anticipate the hard thud of the flogger tails but instead i would experience the hot sting of the cane as He brought it down hard across my ass. He would occasionally give my clamped nipples full attention when He pulled on the chain connecting the two clamps. He kept me on my knees and suffering for Him for a long time. When He was through with the corporal punishment, He messed with my mind and enforced strict discipline when He placed the end of the cane deep into my mouth and i dared not move as any movement could have caused the tip of the cane to go deeper inside my mouth to hit on my gag reflect and either choke me or worse, cause a cut on the roof of my mouth. The strict discipline continued as He enforced His deep throat training of me by using two or three fingers, sliding them deeper into the back of my mouth, finally placing them down into the opening of my throat, repeating the action until i was at last able to sustain without gagging. Finally He removed the pin from my clit and i felt the hot rush of blood as it filled the sensitized area. i must have moaned quiet loudly from the sensation and He told me "no noise". The same sensation occurred when He removed the clover clamps from my nipples. Again, i had to be reminded, "no noise". He had me pleasure Him orally for a long time, again positioning me in a strict mental hogtie, demanding my full servitude expressed by His verbal commands. It was much later when we finally fell asleep, fully stated and satisfied.

The night started out quiet ordinary (as ordinary goes for this passionate D/s couple) but before the night was over it would become a night forever etched in my mind. it had been another long 3 weeks since i had come to Him. Easter weekend, then a quick trip to the Outer Banks with friends, had kept me away from Him longer than i wanted so it was with eager anticipation that i made the drive, arriving at His home just after 5 o'clock on Friday, April 4, 2008.
 
as usual those first few mintues of being reunited with Him are precious, filled with warm hugs and hot kisses, a frenzy of conversations catching one another up on our lives apart, then out the door for a leisurely dinner before returning to His house just after 9 pm. He almost immediately directs me up the stairs to His bedroom and as He sits on the end of His bed, i kneel before Him, waiting for His instructions on what He would have me do. i didnt wait long before He instructed me to go to the bathroom, remove all my clothing and all the jewelry i was wearing and to return to Him quickly. almost as an after-thought He told me i could leave on my toe ring as He knew it held a special significance to my submissive journey and that i had only taken it off once in the 12 years since it had been presented to me. i obeyed without hesitation and quickly resumed my position naked and subserviate before Him, arms behind my back, wrists crossed, knees spread apart, feet touching, soles up. His next words were spoken in such a tone and manner that i detected something extraoridinary was about to happen on this night that had begun so seemingly oridinary (as oridinary goes for the two of us). i wish i could remember every word He spoke verbatum; unfortunately i do not have the ability of precise recall but He began "close your eyes, dont say a word until I am finished speaking, no words, no noise, just listen. I do not have a slave contract for you to sign but I know that you belong to me. I love you, barbara, and tonight I want to make My ownership of you official by placing My collar around your neck." i do not know what words He spoke next as my mind was disgesting what He had just spoken. i was so unprepared for what was happening. i have known for a long time that i belonged to Him but thought that the distance between us would continue as an obstacle to Him furthering our relationship by placing His collar of ownership around my neck. when He had instructed me to kneel naked before Him, to close my eyes, and to utter no sound, my first thought was that He was going to place the training posture collar around my neck as it had been awhile since He'd used it to control me within a scene. the posture collar is very tight and restricting, as it is intended to be, and is used on rare occasions in the most strictest of scenes. when i realized that the posture collar was not the object He placed around my neck, i tried to concentrate again on the moment. i felt the cold ring of steel being placed around my neck and heeded His words "this solid band of steel to which only I hold the key." i am trembling with joy and in awe of what is happening, something i have longed for but dared not to anticipate. He spoke a few more words before asking me if i had anything i would like to say. i asked "may i change positions, Sir?" i'm believe He must have thought i asked to change positions because i was uncomfortable in my kneeling position but my comfort was the furtherest thought from my mind. i believe He denied my request because He thought i was asking for comfort's sake and instead told me to hold position as He made a picture of His collar as it encircled my neck. When He finished, again He asked "do you have something to say?" This time i first spoke words of love and submission to Him, promising to do all in my power to please, honor and serve Him to the best of my ability before i again asked to change positions. this time He granted my request and in kneeling poistion i bent lower to floor and kissed His feet, first one then the other, thanking Him passionately for the honor of wearing His collar and being taken as His own. tears of happiness filled my eyes as He drew me into His arms for a tight embrace. for perhaps the first time in His presence i am without words to express my happiness. again He speaks of His ownership, how i now belong completely to Him, every inch of my body, every thought in my mind, everything that He desires me to be, i will be.
 
after a few minutes He says He thinks it is appropriate to commemorate my collaring with a few strikes of His cane....perhaps 53 strikes....one to represent each year of my life that i have not belonged to Him. He has me stand and lean over to place my hands on the end of His bed to present my ass to Him in position to receive the strikes of His cane. He instructs me once again, "no sounds, no noice" except for my words counting each strike as He administers them. the first strike lands soundly across my ass cheeks "one, thank You, Sir" and each subsequent strike following noted by number and the offertory "thank You, Sir" until all 53 have been presented and received as instructed. i am complimented on my obedience with His words, "good girl" and a soothing stroke of His hand across my reddened ass. He returns to sit on the end of His bed as He instructs me to resume my kneeling position at His feet. He takes further control of my mind and my body with His voice and His hands as He further enforces the consequences of His ownership. He administers some open handed slaps to my face, some deep throat training with His fingers exploring my mouth, tongue and throat and verbally controls and humbles me with His words. next He sensually tortures my nipples and clit, at first denying orgams then granting permission and pushing me to the apex of my sex over and over before He lays back across His bed. in that same swift motion He pulls me up onto the bed to lie between His legs, places me in mental bondage, my arms crossed at the wrists behind my back, my knees bent in strict hogtie fashion, my toes made visible to Him pointing upward as i pleasure Him with my mouth for a very long time before i am rewarded for my efforts. later, i fall asleep by His side, sexually sated, deliriously happy in my new status, comforted and at peace with His steel band secured around my neck.

Saturday passes too quickly as time always seems to do when i am in His presence. around 3 in the afternoon, we shower and get dressed to go out for a late lunch/early dinner. it is while i am getting dressed to go out that i made the decison to remove the toe ring which had been given to me by my first Master years ago. i no longer wanted anyone else's control over me, not even in thought or memories, more than this Master's control that i had so willingly, joyfully and completely given myself to the night before. soon after making this act of futher submission toward Him was when i made my first mistake of the day, unfortunately the first of many mistakes before this day is over. we are ready to walk out the door when i ask Him if He is going to allow me to wear His collar out in public as i respect the fact that we are in His hometown and that the collar would not go unnoticed, particularly by anyone He knows that we might happen upon as we walk among the vanillas. i note His tone of voice depicted perhaps a bit of disappointment when He took my question as a hesitancy to wear His collar in public. despite my futile attempts of explanation and a desire to wear His collar, He insists that He remove it, to be replaced by the steel locking heart pendant that He had given me for Valentine's Day. He did not appear angry, but perhaps a bit displeased. we go and enjoy a nice dinner at a local restaurant, make a stop at the post office and another at the local sonic for dessert, then stop by the Target store that had recently opened not far from His home. i am always so proud to walk with Him whereever we happen to be, whether we are shopping, or at a restaurant or attending His church or at the occasional visit to the local dungeon or simply enjoying one another in His home. my heart is filled with pride and happiness to be at His side. after our outing, we return to His home and i immediately ask that His collar be placed back on my neck. i also ask if i can put on one of the fetish tee-shirts that He had bought for me the previous week. permission granted i choose the shirt that has the words Pain Slut printed in red on the front of a black shirt. (my other choices was a blue shirt which says Masochist, a white one that says Singletail and a red one that says Obedient Slut.) He has stated on more than one occasion that He enjoys buying things for me to wear for Him and i feel very grateful and special that He is so very generous with the things that He buys. we watch a couple of the Final Four NCAA basketball games on tv before we go upstairs for the evening. He poses me on His bed, on my knees, facing Him then snaps a couple of pictures of me wearing the tee-shirt before He instructs me to take it off and come stand before Him naked. He places the attached wrist cuffs and restrains my arms behind my back. He affixs the metal mouth hooks pulling and distorting my lips and mouth into a cheshire cat like grimace. He uses the cupping set to pump and extend my nipples in a deep suction torture then He tells me to lean over from the waist as He uses the large leather strap to warm and redden my ass. He punctuates His control with several forced orgasms which leaves me weak-kneed and breatheless to the point that i ask to sit down for a bit. as i sit on the end of His bed, He pulls some toys from the toy bag and inflicts their sensations to my sensitized breasts (the suction cups having fallen away during the spanking and controlled orgasms), my inner thigh area, my mound and clit, the calves of my legs and to my feet. He uses a wicked little black leather viper, then a dragon's tongue. He tries out a whip and a quirt. then from His toybag He takes a double headed dildo and teases and probes my cunt again allowing me to cum for Him before He places the other end of the dildo into my ass and forces more orgasms. He then has me sit upright to get the full effect of the double headed dildo deep inside both of my holes as He continues to tease and torment me. He attachs clothespens to my extended nipples and i struggle not to moan in protest. He controls my breathing by placing a large plastic baggie over my head and i attempt to calm myself to conserve the precious oxygen inside the confines of the bag. as He sexually stimulates and excites me, it becomes more difficult for me to will myself to breath evenly as i gasp for air while enthalled in a sexual frenzy. once the bag is removed and my scences are restored i realize how badly my arms are aching from the prolonged restraints; my mouth is dry and my lips are sore from the mouth hooks pulling at the corners of my mouth, holding my lips wide open and my mouth available to Him. early on He has given me His instruction of "no noise, no sounds" and that command is getting harder and harder for me to obey. He realizes my discomforts and asks me if i enjoy suffering for Him, emphasizing again His ownership and His power over me, occasionally pulling on the steel band around my neck to punctuate His control. Finally, He takes mercy on me and removes the mouth hooks but denies my request for my arms to be freed. i am not being a good girl as i begin to whine and protest (mistake #2) until at last He frees me from the restraints and allows me to go to the bathroom to remove the dildo and to pee.

when i return to His room, i am given a short repreive before my arms are placed back into restraints behind my back and a ball gag is secured in my mouth, the strap pulled firmly as the buckle is secured. He places another set of cuffs around my ankles and places me on my belly in the center of His bed, my head at the foot of the bed, my feet toward the headboard. He attaches the ankle cuffs to a spreader bar, pulling my legs wide open. next He secures a rope to the cuffs on my wrists, attaching the other end of the rope to the spreader bar then pulls the rope tight forcing my knees to bend and my feet upward into a hogtied position, while the spreader bar still holds my legs opened wide. He teases and tickles me in some of my most sensitive areas. He spanks and torments my feet before using His cane on my ass and thighs. i twist and struggle against the restraints often disobeying His command of "no noise, no sound". in my struggle i find that i am able to partially extend my right leg as it forces the rope to slide on the shaft of the spreader bar (mistake #3) He says now would be a good time to use the cattle prod since i am bound so helpless as He knows i am very scared of the prod. He asks me if i would like a blindfold so that i can not see the prod when He uses it. "i do, Sir, thank You." the mental torture of dreading the sensations of His prod are almost as tormenting as the sensations themselves and He plays with my mind as i feel the end of the prod on various body parts, finally coming to rest on my exposed pussy and His words of threat to zap me with the prod in my most sensitve area is more than i can bear. i am crying and begging for mercy yet He continues to threaten me with the prod. (here comes mistake, BIG mistake, #4.) i call Him a bastard. i immediately knew how wrong that was. He asked me to repeat what i'd said. i was still gagged so i hoped He hadnt understood me at all. i said "nothing". (just how many mistakes can i make in a minutes' time??) oh, He'd understood me alright and told me again to repeat what i'd said. i mumbled the word "bastard". "That's it, playtime's over" He said and i felt the release of the ropes as He cut them free from my wrists cuffs and detached my ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. i was apologizing and begging forgiveness seemingly to no avail as my blindfold and gag were quickly removed and thrown to the side. a couple of minutes later, i believe He realized the full extent of my distress and attempted to calm me as He lay down beside me, pulled me into His arms and tried to silence my sobs and dry my tears. i controlled my anguish and dried my tears, readying myself for what would come next. He pulled HImself away from me and positioned Himself at the head of His bed and it was clear what was expected of me now. my arms were still restrained behind my back. He had fastened my ankle cuffs together when He'd removed the spreader bar. i had to wiggle myself into position between His legs and using only my mouth, attempt to both calm and orally pleasure Him. my restrained postion kept me nearly immobile so that it was difficult to manuver myself into the perfect position to administer acceptable strokes with my mouth. all during my struggle to please Him, He was instructing me to hold my feet up, to extend my toes further up toward him, instructions when to lick, when to suck, my mind was still in the frenzy of knowing i had displeased Him, that i probably was not pleasing Him now in my awkward positions, that i was failing to follow His instructions as they were given. i heard disgust in His voice when He told me to put my feet down (evidently i was not holding them or my toes up to His satisfaction.) the command brought me more anguish as i knew i had disappoointed Him again as He always wants me in a mental hogtie when i pleasure Him orally. He reached down and freed my wrists from the cuffs and i was given free reign to pleasure Him to the best of my ability which to me seemed unlikely since i was not in the physical or mental position i normally am in when i worship His cock. yet i did not give up. i willed myself to concentrate, to perform in the way i knew He liked for me to perform, to calm myself and to will the calmness on to Him. i raised my feet back into the air and extended my toes as far as i was physically able. He told me to wiggle my toes so i wiggled them as hard as i could yet He continually reminded me to keep them wiggling. with no restraints i was now able to position myself for maximum mouth performance and after a very long time i tasted His precum then felt His hot juices fill my mouth. when i thought i had emptied Him completely i lay very still, still holding Him inside my mouth. we lay that way for quiet some time then He pulled Himself free and sat up on the edge of the bed. He offered me a cigerette and i gratefully accepted. we smoked in silence and when we were done He turned on the tv and we continued to lay there in silence for awhile. when He told me He would remove His collar from my neck before we fell asleep (in case we overslept and were running late for church the next morning) i made it available to Him without protest but i felt as if He was so disappointed in me at that moment, that perhaps He would never put it back on my neck again. as He watched tv, i turned onto my side and fell asleep from sheer physical and mental exhaustion.

it was not until the next day when we talked about the night's events that i fully understood why He had ended the scene as He did. He was not angry with me, He was protecting His property. He enjoys the fact that i am a pain slut and He enjoys pushing my limits but as He explained to me, He also knows there is a point in edge play where the moments of pleasure can turn to real agony. He explained to me that during our scenes He is always aware of my physical as well as my mental well being. He is always looking for that point when i have taken all that i can take, either physically or mentally and the point that i readily admit defeat. He knows me well and when i called Him a bastard, He knew i had reached that limit and with that singular word i was admitting defeat, that i could take no more. He went on to explain that He knew fully well how sad i was that i had disrepected Him in that moment i called Him a bastard but He also believed it was simply my way of saying "i am frightened". He never wants me to feel that i can not trust Him completely, with both my physical and my mental health. just as He would have ended the scene had i been physically injuried, He ended the scene when He realized i had reached my limt of mental torture and for Him to continue mental injury might have been inflicted. His intentions are for us to always enjoy all that we do. one indication of a good Master is His ability to control but also to be able to admit if He errs by taking the play too far past the point of pleasure. He was not angry with me the night before and He understood how i believed that i had disappointed Him deeply the night before.

i woke up first the next morning and went downstairs to get something to drink, to have a cigerette and to sit in the quietness of His living room and in my memories relive the torturous last minutes of our time together the night before. it was with dread that i accended the staircase a short time later to shower and get ready for church before i had to face Him, believing that He was angry with me. as i was finishing in the guest bathroom, i heard Him stirring about in His bedroom. i prepared myself for what i might face when i went to Him. when i finally did go to Him, i went with a smile on my face and a cheery "good morning, Master" and to my relief He returned my smile and the good morning greeting with a kiss. a great relief washed over me as i realized maybe i was over dramatizing the events and the ramifications of the evening before. even though i knew i had been very bad, He made me feel that i was still very much His and that i was forgiven for the wrong doing. the good attitudes remained with us as we finished getting ready for church and by the time we left His house, all was right with us and with the world. after church we went to our favorite local restaurant for lunch and good communications continued between us as we made plans for me to come back to Him next weekend. we went back to His house and we both changed clothes and i repacked my suitcases and carried them to the car. then we sat on His couch and it was then that He explained to me why He had ended our playtime the night before. it is such a wonderful and secure feeling to be able to talk openly with Him, always with respect and honesty, and knowing that i am understood and accepted and loved and cared for enough that He will always protect me and, if necessary, correct and discipline me. it is this which will lead us to a deeper and more meaningful relationship in the long run. i am one very lucky, very owned girl, and He is my wonderful Master!

it is wednesday and i have not written our journal about our last weekend together yet. i have been sick this week but that really is no excuse, strep throat and ear infections shouldnt keep me from my committments. afterall i have some very nice reminders of the weekend's events, bruises and marks on both my ass and my breasts, they should be enough to inspire me to write. so now it is wednesday, i am off work because the doctor says i should stay home for a couple of days, take meds and get well, it is raining outside, i am alone, the house is quiet, now is the perfect time to gather my memories and put them into words.

it had been three very long weeks since i had made the trip so i was very anxious to get to Him. He and i had talked about this weekend often, particularly during the past couple of weeks. not only would it be wonderful to see one another after my long absence, but He had something special planned for saturday night. He had invited a mutual friend of ours to come play. i had known carol for over a year, casually, having seen and talked with her at some bdsm events we both attended. He had met her during our last visit to the local dungeon. she was relatively new in the lifestyle, had a few real life adventures, but was very anxious to expand her knowledge and her experiences. Sir is always eager to tie up a willing girl. so it was that He and carol exchanged a few emails and He and i talked and both agreed it would be fun to have another join us for the evening. it would be a first experience for me also. although i had played in a small group before, i had never been in the position of being owned by One and sharing His attentions with another. of course, i had no idea how i would feel, much less react, but i was excited to be an instrument in helping Sir realize this desire. i knew that i would behave outwardly, but how would this scene effect me emotionally? so it was with these thoughts, and others, in my mind that i drove to Him that rainy Friday afternoon.

as always, at the first sight of Him, there are butterflies in my stomach, a huge smile across my face, my heart beat quickens and my panties mysteriously get moist <g> today, all these emotions are intensified for Him. He hugs me tight and kisses me deep for several long minutes. as is our normal routine, we talk a few minutes before we leave the house again to go to dinner. Conversations flow easily between us. He and i are both attentive to each other's words and thoughts and everything just "connects" so very well. we enjoy a nice dinner and just being together. it was dusk by the time we left the restaurant but the rain had stopped and the air was still warm so He drove out to a city park to take some pictures. the park was deserted with the exception of a few late evening joggers, a couple playing tennis on the lighted court and a few cars spotted the otherwise deserted parking lot. He drove up to a large covered shelter that was well lit. there were several picnic tables inside and He led me to one situated near the center of the shelter. He held my hand as He had me step up onto the table top and made some pictures, directing me into various poses for His lens. He had me lay flat on my belly as He put me into different degrees of mental bondage in various stages of a strict hogtie. He teased my brain by commenting on others watching from the darkness outside of the shelter and for a little added humiliation, raised my blouse up briefly to expose my bra clad breasts to anyone who might happen to see. after the photo shoot, we sat for a long while just talking about different aspects of the lifestyle, our past experiences and plans for future ones together, including our antipication of our saturday evening guest. we heard a car drive past but paid it little attention and continued in conversation but was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a man's voice very close behind us. it startled me so that i nearly fell off the picnic bench where we were sitting ! i had to wonder how much of our conversation had been over heard but the man gave no indication of this as he told us that the park was closing for the night and that the gates would be locked soon. so ended our peaceful outdoor iliad.

back at His house, it was getting late so there was no lingering in His office or living room to talk or watch TV or play on the computer. instead we went straight upstairs and He had me undress for Him. He seemed to love the fact that i had been lying in a tanning bed the past couple of weeks in preparation for a trip to the beach with friends at the end of March and was very complimentary of my new "look". He commented how lovely the brightly colored and white rope would look now against my tanned skin. but instead of putting me into bondage, He had me kneal naked in front of Him as He sat on the end of His bed. i removed His shoes and socks and placed them where i had learned over the past couple of months they belonged. Next i removed His pants and folded them neatly and laid them to the side as He removed His shirt. i assumed my position in front of Him, arms behind my back, wrists crossed, knees spread and the tops of my feet flat on the floor, soles up, just as He had taught me to do. He took mental control of me with His words and physical control with His hands as He played with my breasts and my clit, exciting me to a deeper sexual arousal, intermittently slapping my face with the open palm of His hand and having me practice deep throating by placing His fingers in my mouth and sliding them slowly toward the back of my throat. when i gagged, He would take the added salvia from my mouth and smear it across my face and make suggestive comments on me being His messy girl. He would wrap His large strong hands around my throat and squeeze, depriving me of breath for a few long moments before releasing His hold and slapping my face some more before strangling me again. He placed four fingers deep into my throat (i was at last successful in my efforts not to gag) and gripped my cunt with His other hand and commented what a firm hold He had on His girl. indeed, if i had struggled, i would not have been able to escape His firm hold. once released, He began to spank my large breasts with His strong hands, whipping them from side to side and with each strike enjoyed watching them sway back and forth. He picked up my flip flops which i had been wearing earlier and began spanking my breasts with them so that now my breasts were very red and stimulated. He would tease my clit often with His fingers to deepen my sexual arousal but would not allow me to cum. next, He reached for the small wooden paddle with my online nick, swtmasokiss, engraved across the face of it and started to torture my breasts with it, all the while telling me what a beautiful slut i was. then He had me stand, bend over from the waist and place the palms of my hands on His bed so that He had a good aim at my ass as He administered several strikes of the paddle. i had brought along my toy bag and He took from it a large leather strap with a wooden handle and used it to redden my ass even further. it was in this position that He fingered me into oblivia with one allowed orgasm after another. when i was sated, He sat back on the end of the bed as i knelt before Him and begged to suck His cock. He laid back against the headboard of His bed and allowed me to lay on my belly between His knees, arms behind my back, wrists crossed, my feet raised and toes pointed upward where He could see them as i fed and licked and sucked on Him for a very long time. when my arms slipped out of position or my feet lowered, He reinforced His expectations of me with stern voice and commands to always keep me well within His control. soon we both lay side by side, sated and sexually satisfied, and enjoyed the touch of our outstretched bodies. we fit together so well, His tall stature and mine, melding into one another. we lay still for quiet awhile before going downstairs for something to drink. we sat in the living room for awhile, watching tv, channel surfing, getting updates on the SEC championship games, finally settling into a movie. i started to doze off beside Him because it had been a long and exhausting day. Sometime later He woke me and we went back upstairs to bed. even in my half asleep state, i asked if there would be a hogtie tonight. it seems as if this masochistic sensation slut who craves whips and paddles and canes has also become addicted to Sir's ropes! He seemed pleased that i would ask, but said no, and we settled down and slept until late Saturday morning.

as usual, our Saturday morning was a lazy one, spent with Him and i talking and watching TV. around noon, we were sitting on the couch and He tells me we are going upstairs for a hogtie session. this both surprised and pleased me because i thought all His engeries would be saved for this evening when carol would be joining us. i quickly obeyed. He placed the gag in my mouth and pulled the leather strap tight before fastening the clasp. He had me poistion my arms and hands behind my back and bound them in the hot pink rope. After my wrists were secured together, He pulled the long ends of the rope into a tight crotch hold which pulled my arms downward across my ass and made me arch backward. He pulled the two long remaining ends up and across my shoulders, pulled them firmly and tied off the ends to the binds on my wrists. He then had me move to the bed (gingerly) and lay flat on my stomach as He bound my ankles and affixed the bonds to the ropes binding my arms and pulled them tightly to place me into a very strict, unyeilding hogtie. He played with me, both mentally and physically, periodically taking pictures. He used the small wooden paddle on my ass and threatened to use the cattle prod (as described in depth in our last journal entry) as i endured the strictness of His ropes. i had had a difficult time accepting the electrical sensations created by the cattle prod during our last weekend together but i had stated several times since that i would try again to be more receptive to the prod's effect. however, lying there in His strict ropework, the thoughts of Him using it on me again were nearly unbearable. i asked Him not to use the prod on me ever again. He smirked and, using the situation to invoke a mindfuck, made some humiliating comments about my relunctance to experience the shocking sensations of the prod. He stated that i was wasting His money by not submitting to His desire to see me jerk and squirm and toss and squeal in unrelenting efforts to escape the sensations the prod induced. He continued to humiliate me by saying He was going to take me downtown Nashville and whore me out to recoup some of the money He'd wasted on buying the prod. He furthered the mindfuck by asking how much i would charge for this service or that and had me calculate, at those rates, how long it would take me to pay Him back for the cost of the prod. His mental torment is harsh and unrelenting and before He is through, i am convinced just what a bad girl i really am. but just as He can reduce me to the depths of mental despair, also He can change the direction of His control and with His words make me feel like His most beautiful desirable slut girl. He is very diverse in His talents <smiles> afterward He teased and pleased my clit and brought me to orgasm. i remained in His binds for quiet some time before He released me to lay between His legs and once again pleasure His cock with my eager mouth. i only had a short time to compose myself before it was time to shower and dress and be ready for our guest's arrival!

i was dressed and just finishing applying my makeup when i heard the doorbell ring. Sir had just gotten out of the shower and was in the bedroom getting dressed so i went downstairs to open the door and welcome carol into His home. i seated her in the living room, offered her something to drink, asked about her drive over and otherwise engaged in some light conversation before excusing myself to go upstairs and let Sir know our guest had arrived. He finished dressing and went down to greet carol while i finished my makeup then joined them in the living room. we talked for awhile, exchanging some personal information and our different lives' experiences before Sir said we should leave for dinner. Dinner was pleasant and the conservation continued to flow easily and by the time we got back to His house i had a feeling of commaraderie between the three of us. again we sat in His living room and talked, watched parts of the SEC games, continued in lively conversations. my anticipation mounted as i waited, my mind filled with thoughts of things to come and mentally conditioning myself to submit and accept Sir's decisions in all things. i knew from Sir's previous instructions that i would be giving carol a pedicure to help fulfill Sir's penance for beautiful feet and painted nails. at least this act had been discussed and agreed upon between the three of us. Sir talked with her about her bi tendencies, which evidently there were none, so i assumed our one on one contact would be limited. at this point, Sir told us to go upstairs and change clothes for the evening and we both quickly obeyed. within a few minutes we both came back downstairs, me in a short black chemise, carol in a beautiful black flowing lounge set. Sir had moved from the living room to His office and was checking emails on His computer. i quickly went to the far side of His chair, on His right and knelt in the position He'd taught. Sir offered carol a seat in a chair on His left side. He inspected us and complimented us on our choices of dress, recognized me for being in proper position and told her that she should follow my example and assume the same position to His left, which, of course, she did. after several minutes of instructions and negoiating the scene, Sir had us to go upstairs where He placed me in His ankle and wrists cuffs and gag and sat me out of the way on the floor next to the bedroom door. Sir directed carol to lay across His bed for some photos, posing her in various positions to simulate a hogtie sans the rope. afterward, He had her sit on the end of His bed, secured her wrists and ankles together with cuffs and moved me to sit Indian style at her feet to do the pedicure. afterward there was several degrees of impact play with the leather strap, the wooden paddle, and, at my request, His cane, during which time carol and i were connected by one of our wrists cuffs and one of our ankle cuffs locked together. Throughout the entire scene He used voice commands to keep us at attention or in position or humbled. (carol commented later that she responded particularly well to His voice commands.) at times He would pit one of us against the other by using an impact tool on one of our asses until it became unbearable at which time we would have to ask Him to use the implement on the other girl. to help satisfy Sir's foot fetish, He tortured our feet by binding them in those infamous rubber bands of His and popping them against the tender soles of our feet, then continued the torture by tickling them to the point of our uncontrolable laughter. even though at times the scene was intense, there was always allowances for light hearted comments, to the point of brattiness, at times. Sir was very generous in His attentions toward me, never letting me forget who was His number one. both of us girls were rewarded for our good behavior by being allowed to cum several times, the orgasms induced by His hands as we stood leaned over the end of His bed, palms flat on the quilted surface. the scene continued along the same lines of play until well after midnight when we were released from His restraints and allowed to relax and talk about our reactions to things within the scene. soon carol excused herself as it was late and she was ready for sleep and went to the spare bedroom. Sir and i enjoyed some private time in a more sexual nature as i was allowed to pleasure Him orally for the second time that day. Sir and i stayed awake several more hours even after our private time play ended, finally falling asleep around 4 am.

i came downstairs around 9 Sunday morning to find carol already up, showered, dressed and having made coffee. she was sitting on the couch watching tv. we used this time alone together to talk more openly about our pasts, our experiences, what we hoped to achieve and about mutual friends. even though i had known her for over a year, this was the first time we'd actually shared so much personal information and i feel i have found a new friendship with her. a bit later she spoke of needing to get back home so i went upstairs to wake Sir. He dressed and joined us in the living room and the three of us talked and shared our feelings about what had transpired the evening before. after hugs all around, she left for her long drive back home and Sir and i settled onto the couch to share some closeness before it was time for me to leave. relunctantly i went upstairs to shower and dress and to gather my things. as i was carrying my luggage to the car, Sir suggested we go get some lunch before i started my drive home. i jumped at the opportunity to extend my time with Him. before we left for lunch, Sir made some outdoor pictures of the two of us in His yard. we enjoyed a leisurely lunch at a restaurant nearby, engaging in a long conversation mainly pretaining to our Christian beliefs. He and i are both believers and find so much of our strength in the Lord. i am so glad that i have found a Man of faith that i so willingly surrender my will to, that i love and respect and honor above all others. i am truly a lucky girl to have Him in my life. although i always try to keep our goodbyes lighthearted it seems each time i leave Him it is more difficult than the last but when we arrived back at His home it was time for me to leave. we hugged tightly, kissed deeped, conveyed our wishes for safe travels and easy work weeks and i backed out of His garage and started my journey home.

(Footnote: shortly after writing this journal entry, my computer crashed; thus the long delay between when i wrote it on Wednesday and the actual posting date.)

We had planned for this weekend since the middle of January. it would be an extended weekend, me arriving on Friday evening and staying until Monday afternoon, the longest period of time we would spend together since our first meeting in early November. The elders of His church had asked Him to take part in a special music program they had begun on Sunday evenings. He would be singing several songs as part of the Sunday evening service. when He told me about it, i immediately asked if i could attend and He said that i could. i scheduled 1/2 day vacation for Friday and a full vacation day for Monday and arrived at His house around 5 that Friday evening. After we carried my luggage upstairs we sat in the living room and talked for awhile and one thing lead to another until very soon i was firmly under His control as He played with my mind and my body. He was sitting on one end of the couch and i was sitting Indian style facing Him when He began teasing my feet with His fingers then pulling them straight out across His lap to fondle and massage them, giving each toe individual attention first with His hands then caressing them with His lips. i snuggled my other foot between His legs and traced the hardness i found there with my toes, gently stroking His cock through the fabric of His jeans. He knew i also was very aroused and amourous and took advantage of the situation by placing me in some mental bondage and administering a few spanks to my pussy and ass before placing me in a predicament position of holding my legs in mid-air straight in front of me and telling me to hold the position. i was in an awkward situation and it was actually quiet difficult to do as told for the length of time He left me there. i was finally granted repreive and my body was pulled close to His for some deep passionate kisses as i continued to caress His hardness with my hand slide down inside His jeans. i was getting more and more aroused and was ready to kneel at His feet to pleasure Him when He stopped the natural progression of the situation. i was told we would have plenty of time later for play, now it was time to get ready to go to dinner and so we did.

After dinner we returned home and i asked permission to go upstairs to shower and change clothes. a short time later i came back downstairs wearing a short black chemise and black thongs and sat beside Him while He checked His emails. He positioned me in the chair to His liking, legs spread, toes on floor, heels raised, wrists crossed behind my back and my mouth open wide, tongue out. He would occasionally reach over and caress my breasts or playfully smack my inner thighs. He would give me drinks by holding His glass to my lips, tilting my head back and pour until i indicated by a muted deep throated sound that i'd taken enough. i liked this feeling of dependence on Him for even this simple need of quincing my thirst. He took a piece of ice from the drink glass and held it between my legs with His hand before pushing it inside me. He took another piece of ice and inserted it also..and another until i felt very full...and very cold! such a sweet torture while the heat of my pussy melted the ice. as He has often done in the past, He gives me a lesson in deep throating by placing two or three fingers in the back of my mouth, pressing down on the back of my tongue causing me to gag nearly every time. sometimes, though, i can endure the sensation and He passes my gag reflex but more often than not i gag and sputter and spew. when this happens He will extract His fingers from my mouth and if i have expelled any bodily fluid in my gag reflex He will wipe it over my face with His hand before sticking His fingers back into my throat to extract another gag reflex, more moisture and more wiping it across my face until it is covered in spew and entirely messy. He enjoys the verbal humiliaiton He can inflict at this point, me sitting or kneeling before Him, my spit and spew all over my face. finally He places me on my knees as He stands over me and allows me to pleasure Him orally for awhile. In a few minutes, He stops what i am doing and has me stand and lean over from the waist and places my nose against a column which separates the living room, the open hallway and His office space and spanks me with His open hand, cautioning me not to smash my nose against the column as the strikes land forcibly on my ass. He then goes to the kitchen and returns with a wooden spoon, delivers a few well placed strikes with it to my ass, again cautioning me to maintain position so that i will not mash my nose into the wall. He teases my clit and brings me close to orgasm then retreats again to the kitchen, this time returning with a flat metal cheese grater which is used as a paddle to deliver several more strikes to the tender area where upper leg met ass. He comments on how well the cheese grater does reddening the flesh of my backside. Again He teases and toys that piece of sweet meat between my legs and allows me a couple of strong orgasms, reminding me not to smash my nose, before turning me back toward Him, placing me on my knees and allowing me to pleasure Him orally up until the very moment of His release when He pulled free of my lips and covered my face with His hot cum. for the second time that evening, i am His messy faced slut.

We stayed awake very late that night so saturday morning we woke late, took a shower, dressed, then left the house to do a couple of errands and have lunch. We returned a few hours later to enjoy a lazy late afternoon cuddled on the couch, watching a movie. i dozed off to nap and when i woke i found Him in His office. i fixed us something to drink, made a couple of phone calls to check in at home then settled back on the couch till He came a little while later and said He was ready to go upstairs. He had commented in a couple of emails earlier in the week how He looked forward to trying out some of the new rope i had given Him as a gift for Valentine's. so when we got to His bedroom He had me to strip then wrapped my breasts in the pretty blue rope, forming a harness which wrapped over my shoulders to affix to my crossed wrists behind my back, then trailing down to create a tight crotch rope which then was wrapped off in front by the rope encircling my waist. when He was satisfied with His handiwork He reminded me of the wooden paddle He'd ordered a couple of weeks before and which had arrived that week. He held it out to show me my nickname engraved into the wood in a delicate script, swtmasokiss. then He demostrated how well it could redden my ass with a few swift swats. i have never been a huge fan of wood (except for canes, of course) and this demostration did not convince me otherwise. there is simply no give except for the give of my ass. thankfully He did not linger long in prusuit of happiness in that realm. instead He consoled me with His cane before placing a blindfold over my eyes and the head harness with ball gag over my head, inserting the gag between my lips. He had me sit on the end of His bed as He bound my ankles together with a length of bright red rope then ordered me to position myself face down in the center of His bed, my feet toward the headboard and facing Him. i obeyed. He then placed me in a strict hogtie, pulling my feet toward my head with His rope and affixing it to the head harness tightly so that my shoulders and head and my knees where forced off the surface of the bed. i dont recall ever being bound so strictly in hogtie as this one held me. He began to tease and torment me by first tickling my feet then caning them rather harshly a few times before He began tickling my ribs and tracing His fingertips across sensitive flesh to create a ticklish sensation over much of my body. the strict hogtie kept me immobile so that i could not even wiggle away from His tickling nor could i audibly plead for mercy with the ball gag placed firmly in my mouth. i was at His mercy. soon He manuvered me over onto one side and i felt His fingers exploring the warm moist place between my legs as He teased me to orgasm time and again. when i was sexually sated, i become more fully aware of my predicament and the burning sensations in my arm and leg muscles. after a while of listening to my muffled pleads for release, He removed the rope which held me in the hogtied postion but left my arms bound firmly behind my back. He rolled me over onto my back and reminded me of another new toy He'd ordered from the internet. i had to think hard for a moment to remember what He had told me but suddenly the memory of what He was referring to flooded my brain and caused me to shudder in fear and anticipation as i remembered Him telling me about the cattle prod He'd ordered. at this point i was still blindfolded and could not see the wicked tool as He took it out of it's container and the unknown only served to heighten my fear and anticipation. i have never experienced any electrical play with the exception of a tens unit and a violet wand (which is technically not an electrical toy). i had no idea what to expect but my mind delved up childhood memories of growing up on a farm and often getting tangled in the electrical fences that surrounded the fields to prevent the cattle from roaming. those were not fond memories and i wondered if there was any comparsion to this anticipated sensation i was about to experience. i was terrified and my curositity was soon realized as i felt a strong electrical shock to the sole of my left foot! my reaction was an attempt to jerk away and a very audible squeal, both immediate and involuntary. Sir continued to zap the soles of my feet, each time getting the identical involuntary reactions of jerks and squeals. i heard Him chuckle wickedly. i protested and begged for Him to stop but He continued to test my reactions to the shocks as He chose different areas of my body to zap. the reactions never altered. the combination of not being able to see the implement, the torturous sensations, and not knowing where the next zap would be delivered had me in a frenzy and Sir finally took mercy and put the new "toy" aside. but His torment of me was not over i soon realized as i felt the plastic bag engulf my head and felt the immediate restriction of air. the effect made me force myself to calm my frenzied breathing in order to conserve precious oxygen. i felt Him lay down next to me and reward my endurance by again exploring my nether regions and bringing me to several intense and satisfying orgasms. the sweet torment of trying to concentrate on breathing and on climaxing at the same time was almost overwhelming. next He turned His attention back to my feet as He caressed and massaged them until i begged for mercy and He granted me relief by removing the plastic bag from my head. i thought He might be finished tormenting me for the night but i realized i was so wrong as i felt the weight of Him as He lay down on top of me and toyed with my mind with His words and played my body with His. He spoke of my being completely helpless in His control and how He could snatch the breathe from my body if He chose to do so by placing one of His bed pillows over my face as He lay there on top of me. this proved to be no idle threat as i felt the pressure and suffocation as He held the pillow firmly over my face and i again struggled for breath. He gave me a moment's relief by removing the pillow then again held it down on my face until i struggled. the third time He placed the pillow over my face i protested so vemently that He knew i had reached the breaking point so He threw the pillow to the side, eased His weight off my body and removed the head haress, ball gag and blindfold. i thanked Him for His mercy as i tried to compose myself then realized how harshly my upper arms muscles were aching and burning. i asked that my arms be released from the tight restraint of His rope. this He refused me but instead had me kneel before Him as He sat on the end of the bed and i pleasured Him orally for a long time before being rewarded for my efforts. only then did He remove the last of His ropes from my body and i sank to the floor in spent appreciation.

we woke a little late on Sunday morning and had to hurriedly get ready for church services. we got out the door in record time though and arrived at church right on time. i always comment in my journal entries how much i enjoy this segment of time spent with Sir and this day was no different. His church family has embraced me and i feel a part of them. His pastor never fails to deliver a powerful sermon and i always walk away with a feeling of renewal and bright promise. after church services we go to a local restaurant for a leisurely lunch then return to His house to relax for awhile before it is time to go back to church for the evening services and Sir's singing performance. i am so amazed by His singing ability and am caught up in the lyrics and their significance so that it turns out to be a very emotional and uplifting experience for me. i beam with pride to be even a small part of this Man's life. we go for a light dinner before going back to His house.

i had chosen to wear dress slacks and a blouse to the evening services rather than a dress as i normally wear on sunday mornings. i wore heels with the outfit and knee high hose. when we got back to His house i immediately removed my shoes upon entering the house as i always do but was negligent in removing my hose. we were sitting side by side on the couch and i mentioned to Him that i'd like to go change. at first i thought He was going to allow me that but then as if He changed His mind He stopped my leaving and asked if i still had hose on my feet. "yes, Sir", i said hesitantly, knowing that this admission would disappoint Him. i was right. He told me to take them off. i had removed one of them when He took it from me, then forced me down on my knees in front of Him. He stretched and pulled the knee hi entirely over my head, making it into a mask of sorts. the tight mesh of the stocking distorted my facial features, He pointed out with a wicked chuckle, commenting on how it stretched my eyes and flattened my lips. my hair was pressed tight against my scalp and my ears were laid flat. He told me to strip in front of Him and i knelt there naked except for the bizarre mask He fashioned out of the hose. there followed a period of verbal humiliation then He poked a hole in the hose to allow access to my mouth. He placed me in mental bondage as He instructed me in the placement of my hands behind me, wrists crossed, feet slightly off the floor. He used my mouth for His pleasure then allowed me to continue by following His instructions when to suck and when and where to lick. His discipline continued for quiet some time before i was allowed His sweet reward.

Monday morning i woke before He did. i went downstairs to smoke and to start the coffee. even though this weekend had been the longest period of time i'd spent with Him, i was not ready for it to end. before long i heard the water running in His shower and i knew He was up and awake. He came downstairs a short time later fully dressed and said we'd go out for breakfast before i had to leave for home. i fixed Him a drink and we sat on the couch for awhile watching tv. i had not showered or dressed yet and i was deliberately trying to delay leaving. finally i asked Sir if He was real hungrey. "A little", He said, "why?" i tried to asked in a humble and respectful manner to be placed in hogtie again before i had to leave. He sort of coffed at my suggestion so i didnt press the issue. a short time later i went upstairs to freshen up and to begin gathering my things to go home thinking He had rejected my request for another bondage session this weekend. when i came out of the bathroom though, there He was standing in His bedroom, His toy bag open and sitting at the foot of His bed. He inserted a ball gag in my mouth and pulled hard on the strap to buckle it tightly in place. He told me to put my hands behind my back as He placed the joined cuffs around my wrists, pulling my arms tightly behind me. as He instructed me in my positioning on His bed, however, i realized that this was not going to be a hogtie session afterall. He had me lay flat on my back in the center of His bed, feet and head in "normal" position. He affixed the joined ankle cuffs around my ankles which held my feet together, then He fastened a rope from the cuffs to the bed frame. next He placed a "noose" around my neck and fastened the end of the rope to the ornate fixture that adorned the center of the headboard. He adjusted the ankle rope to stretch me into a secure position in which if i moved very much at all, the noose would tighten around my neck and create a strangling sensation. finally He bound my knees together with rope. i found myself in a very menacing perdicament. at least this time i was not blindfolded so i could see what was going to happen next. for a moment i thought that might be a good thing. He took His cane from its container and began immediately to torture my feet, bringing it solidly across the soles in quick succession, then firmly tapping my toes and the tops of my feet with the tip of the cane. He continued torturing my feet for awhile then began moving His application of the cane up my body to my upper thighs, across my belly and breasts. He even threatened to administer one swift strike across one of my cheeks but fortunately that was offered up only as a mindfuck. my heart rate quickened as He brought out the cattle prod. memories of the saturday night session filled my head and i wasnt sure if i would be able to endure the electrical torture again. He used it several times on the soles of my feet and on my thighs as i twisted and turned only slightly before the noose tightened around my throat and i was forced to endure. the same involuntary jerks and squeals were my response to each touch of the prod but this time i had to remain very conscious of my movement making sure i did not jerk my head or upper body too much which caused the noose to tighten. (i want to interject here that Sir continuously kept watch on the rope around my neck and loosened it often before it became a real safety issue. i do not want to hear any negative comments about our play being unsafe. we play by the standards of R.A.C.K. but He is always watching out for my safety in any situation.) i believe He recognized my limited tolerence of the new toy so He laid it down for awhile and came to sit beside me on the bed to tease and please me for awhile. if it is not already evident in my writings of these journals, Sir enjoys verbal humiliation very much, so while He was playing me sexually He was also playing with my mind. i become so vunerable to Him during our sessions that He often explains to me afterward how He does not really consider me to be all the names and adjectives that He uses to humiliate me during a scene and that He holds me in upmost respect. i appreciate His reassurances and we do play rather intense most times. at one point during this session He referred to me in an entirely new reference and with my mindset and surrender being at the level they were, i was so totally humiliated that i believed at that moment that He truly meant what He was saying to me and i began to cry. thankfully He did not end the session then and there but He did ease the level at which we were playing by removing the noose from around my neck. He forced me through a couple of orgasms before retreiving His cattle prod. although i did not know it at the time, He was only using it to entice further mental torture as He would hold it against different body parts making me believe that i was going to be zapped in some of the most sensitive areas. i twisted and turned and thrashed about crying, begging, and trying to escape the inevitible shocks that surely would come. thankfully, He took mercy on me and put the wicked thing away without pulling the trigger even once. He did use His cane again though most intensely on the tops of my upper thighs causing bright red whelps to appear rather quickly. by this point i was one big emotional bawl bag as this scene, which i had requested as a hogtie session, went in a totally different direction and ended up being more of a mindfuck than a s&m or a bondage session. even so, Sir did not deny me the pleasure of pleasing Him orally before He consoled me and again reassured me that things said within a scene were not to be taken to heart. it took me awhile to compose myself and i am afraid that Sir thinks i was seriously angry with Him. i tried to explain how i process (or fail to process) logically some physicological effects that sometimes occur during a scene but that i was very happy to be His submissive and honored to have Him as my Dom.

all good things must come to an end so it was for another incredible (and extendedI) weekend with Sir. i still was not ready to leave Him even as we placed my luggage in the truck of my car, hugged and kissed goodbye and i sat down behind the steering wheel, started the engine and slowly backed out of His garage. i waved and blew Him a kiss as i steered the car away from Him and into the stream of homebound traffic.

the week could not pass fast enough for me and by the time Friday finally arrived i was more than a little anxious to make the drive and spend yet another weekend with Sir. in a recent phone conversation i had begged Him to allow me to come back to Him this weekend even though it was so close to Christmas. He had a list of things to do before the Holiday but finally He relented and told me i could come but that part of the weekend would be spent in finishing projects He already had planned for the weekend. i left work a couple of hours early that Friday, hoping that my timing would put me at Sir's house about the same time He would be getting home from the church choir's practice for the upcoming Christmas program. my calculation was fairly accurate and i only had to wait in His driveway a few minutes before i saw the headlights of His truck coming up the street and turn into His drive. i pulled into the garage and jumped out of my car to be greeted by His smiling face and open arms. we spent a few minutes in warm embraces and chatter, then carried my luggage inside, along with the small Christmas tree i had brought for Him and a little bag of goodies for Him and for murphy. He had said a couple of weeks before that He would not be putting up a Christmas tree this year and the thought of that made me sad. when i'd bought the tree, i'd hoped that it would bring the spirit of Christmas into His home and make it more festive and pleasant for Him, but on the the drive down i'd had second thoughts of this gift to Him and wondered if i should stop at a Hospital or nursing home and leave the tree with them. Thankfully, though, He didnt seem to mind that i had brought Him the tree and later confessed that deep down inside it really did please Him that i'd gone to so much trouble to please Him. i pulled two Santa stockings out of the gift bag and placed them under the tree, one for murphy and the other for Sir. next i placed a small box on the table in front of Him. He pulled the small packages from the stocking and opened them one by one, all just small tokens of the high esteem i hold of Him, trinkets symbolic of His two passions outside of bondage and photography, Elvis and UT football! i knew there was no way i could come close to presenting Him anything as nice as the necklace He'd given me a couple of weeks before so instead i tried to find a few things related to those "other" interests: an Elvis Zippo lighter, a UT necktie, t-shirt, coffee mug and pen and finally a bottle of cologne that i hoped He'd like. these all seemed to please Him but i believe His favorite gift was the box of fudge i'd made for Him. afterward, i presented murphy with the stocking full of dog toys that i'd brought for him. they seemed to please him also as he grabbed a small blue animal of some sort and took off running with it! after the gift opening, Sir suggested we go get something to eat and decided on a nearby Ruby Tuesdays restaurant. we enjoyed our dinner as we talked of things happening in our separate lifes and caught up on news of the two weeks since we'd last been together. Sir seemed pleased that i was there.

back at His house, i asked if i could take a shower since i didnt get the opportunity between work and the drive down. after my shower i put on a long black dressing gown i'd brought along in hopes that the sight of me in it would please Him. as i walked back into His bedroom, He immediately grabbed His camera and started taking pics, posing me in the doorway for a few shots, then bringing me further into His room, placing me on my knees at the foot of His bed, taking pictures at various angles and positions. (i mentioned in my first blog that i really hated having my picture made, but Sir makes me feel so beautiful and desired that i have come to look forward to His photo sessions and to seeing the pictures that He takes periodically throughout a bondage scene.) as i was kneeling at the end of His bed, He placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles, pulling my ankles firmly together and fastening the cuffs together, the result of which was a strict hobbling effect. He then pulled my arms tightly behind me and secured the wrist cuffs together to immobilize my arms and upper body. He then instructed me to get up off my knees, make my way (the best i could with my feet hobbled together) to the side of His bed and to lay on my belly with my head toward the end of the bed. i managed to pull myself up off the floor by leaning onto the end of the bed, pulling myself up onto my feet then baby stepped the few feet to the side of the bed. i struggled to keep balance as i wiggled on my knees into the center of the bed and, because i didnt have the use of my arms and hands, with no grace at all, i plopped into position as He'd described. He redirected me to wiggle this way and that until He seemed pleased with the way i lay before Him. ( i also suspect He enjoyed my humiliation as i squirmed and wiggled to and fro without benefit of my hands to propel me.) He then took a few more photos of me from various angles. as i lay there face down on His bed, He wrapped a leather belt around the base of my knees, making it impossible for me to move my legs at all. He spoke to me constantly, with words of praise or of humiliation, placing me in a more submissive mindset and enabling me to take whatever devious desires He has planned for the night. He paused in His bondage work and came to sit at the end of the bed, placing His face close to mine and continued to play with my mind as His placed the stiff, unyeilding posture collar around my neck. He fastens the buckles so tight it makes it difficult for me to breathe as it holds my head and neck in strict restraint. a wiffle ball ball-gag is placed between my lips and the leather straps it is attached to is pulled tightly behind my head and tied. at first i appreciated that He choose a gag that would allow more freedom to breath as the posture collar was choking me somewhat and had me nearly breatheless already, but soon the leather straps of the gag pulling at the corners of my mouth, was a constant and painful reminder of just how helpless i was at the moment. He continued to humiliate, titillate and excite me with His words, from time to time accentuating His words with a firm slap of His palm to my face or by tugging a handful of hair at the base of my neck, constantly reminding me that i was His to use as He wished. He also appeared to take pleasure in asking questions that He expected clear and precise answers to, which was very difficult for me with the ball gag held firmly in my mouth. back to the business at hand, He rises and continues to place me in a strict hogtie by pulling my bondaged feet up toward my knees and fastening a rope between my ankle cuffs and the cuffs on my wrists. now He puts rubber bands around my feet, then ties my two big toes together with string, making it impossible for me to even wiggle my toes. i am now fully bound, completely immobile, breatheless from the strict confines of the posture collar and very wet with the excitment of it all.

Sir has recently discovered a passion for the use of a cane. He likes to tap and tease me with it lightly, poke the end of it into my ribs or between my legs but i think He finds the most delight in bringing it down sharply on soft and vunerable body parts and watching the pretty red welps form in its wake. tonight He begins its journey on the calves of my legs while simutanously popping the rubber bands against the soles of my tender feet, then progressing the strokes of His cane to my ass, my upper thighs and finally landing it sharply directly on the soles of my feet, already made especially sensitive by the pops of the rubber bands. it is hard to remember when i held a limit against anyone playing with or torturing my feet. Sir had a way of making that limit disappear on our very first night together. He has a mighty big foot fetish and knowing this, how could i even try to deny Him the pleasure He finds in touching, caressing and yes, torturing my feet so i no longer even try to beg Him to ignore them. after a bit Sir notices my distress from His foot torture and gives me the option of having the cane strokes land on my upper shoulder area or to the soles of my feet. i choose the shoulder area, for awhile, then as the strikes became more and more solid and tormenting, i had to ask Him to cane my feet again. with Sir, mental control plays as much a part of the scene as bondage and pain. i am not sure exactly how long He continued to play with the cane but i do recall being given some sexual relief at one point as He played with my clit and pussy though it took some extra effort on His part and mine to find the pleasure spots with my legs being strapped together so tightly. He lay beside me and rolled me onto one side and slipped two figures between the tight confines of my upper thighs and found my clit swollen and my pussy wet with desire. He allowed me a couple of rather intense orgasms then after a while i felt further relief as my body was released from the strict hogtie and the posture collar was removed from around my neck. i was especially happy when the wicked ball gag was removed and the pain from the tight seude straps subsided.

after a few moments He told me to get off the bed and down on the floor to kneel at His feet as He sat on the end of His big king sized bed. i happily obeyed and when He indicated that He would like for me to massage His legs for a bit, i quickly set to the pleasure of the task at hand. i stroked His muscular calves, gripping the long shaft of His leg in both hands and applying a soothing level of pressure up and down in repetition for several minutes, trying to relief the tenseness of His muscles. i gently massaged my fingertips around His ankle bone then traced them along the top of His foot, again several minutes of repetition, then gave each toe and the area between them some concentrated attention before beginning the same motions and caresses and massages to His other leg, foot and toes. when i am given the pleasure of this type of body/foot worship, i become very focused and give great attention to detail and the effects of the stillness surrounding us, barely breathing so not to distrub the peacefulness with the sound of my breathe. i seem to find a slave like mindset and attitude focusing my attention to heighten His pleasure. i lowered myself on my belly flat against the the floor and gave my Sir's ankles and feet a tongue bath, licking between each toe and gently sucking them one after the other into my mouth. i lifted each foot off the floor to give the soles of His feet a sensual tongue massage before diverting my attention back to the tops of His feet and toes. at this point my focus changed direction as i sat back upon my knees and started tracing my tongue up the inside of the calves of His legs, up and around His knee, a slow sensual trek across His inner thighs, finding His passion ignited as i gently sucked and licked His balls until my mouth finally came to find the hardness of His manhood and i fed our hunger for more sexual delights and after awhile, He fed me His seed and soon we were both content to allow sleep to overtake us.

Saturday morning was spent in leisure time, lounging about the house, time spent in relaxed and joyful banter between us. early afternoon found us cuddling on the couch. when our playful kisses turned sensual He had me stick out my tongue for Him to nibble and suck in order to satisfy His tongue fetish. He has engaged us in this type of play often in the past and this time it was no different as it served to further ignite the sexual tension between us. i am normally not so aggressive but rather than waiting for an indication i should be on my knees before Him, i made the move even before He made His desire known and buried my face in His manhood. i clumsily pulled at His pants and briefs until i had them tossed away to the side and greedily fed on His cock and balls. He spoke to me as His hungry cum-slut, giving direction on where and how i should direct my oral attention. again i was rewarded well for my efforts and i spent several minutes sitting at His feet, gently massaging His legs and feet as He smiled down at me and commented that i was spoiling Him. my heartbeat quickened at His words that acknowledged that i indeed brought Him pleasure. after awhile He said it was time for us to get dressed and leave to finish up some of His Christmas shopping that He'd planned for the afternoon. i quickly headed to the shower in compliance and afterward we left the quiet confines of His home to mingle with the loud boisterous crowds of Christmas shoppers. it was at this point that i noticed His mood seemed to shift from His normal good natured attitude to one that was withdrawn, almost distressful. i marked the change up to His task of selecting gifts for His best friend's children, which is not His forte since He has no children of His own. perhaps He was thinking of His deceased wife and of the times they had spent Christmas shopping together or of the children they never had or perhaps He simply missed all the loved ones He had lost in recent years. for awhile i tried to talk and joke with Him, hoping to help Him shake the veil of unhappiness that had settled on Him; when this tactic did not seem to work, i simply gave Him space and time with His thoughts, thinking they would soon change back to normalcy. They continued to haunt Him through dinner and the drive back to His home. when we arrived i set about the task of wrapping the gifts He'd selected as i promised i would and He went into the living room to watch TV. i placed the wrapped packages at the base of the small tree i'd brought for Him and joined Him on the couch but this time there was no touches or kisses or even words as He watched a boxing match on TV. occasionally i would attempt to engage Him in conversation but to no avail. i began to get paranoid thinking that i'd said or done something to displease Him but when i asked He replied that nothing was wrong. i went upstairs to use the bathroom and when i came out i found Him in His bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed. He asked if i was ready to strip for Him. i could tell that His mood had not changed from the one He'd displayed all evening so i asked Him if He wanted to play that night as i would understand if He did not. of course i got reprimanded for questioning His directions and quickly started removing my clothes.

when i was naked He told me to stand before Him and He placed a spandex hood over my head completely covering my face. He asked if i could see and of course i could see through the opaqueness of the black hood and told Him so. He placed a blindfold over my eyes and adjusted it to ensure that i was completely stripped of my ability to see. next He placed a wicked set of nipple clamps on my nipples and gave the chain connecting them a firm tug. He told me to get on my hands and knees in the center of His bed and i obeyed but for the first time i was a little apprehensive at subjecting myself to His will, simply because of the mood i preceived Him to be in but i tried not to let my hesitations be known as i crawled on my hands and knees to the center of His bed. almost immediately He brought forth the cane and started caning my ass, sensually at first then speeding up the stroke and intensity of each strike. i blame my mindset (or lack thereof) that night for my inabililty to accept and process the pain as i normally do and in an act that i'm sure appeared defiant, i rose up off my hands to a kneeling position. at this seemingly act of defiance, He caned my breasts, the strikes landing just slightly above the clamps biting into my nipples. after a few strikes to my breasts, i realized i was probably better off if i'd stayed on all fours and quickly returned to that position. again, He caned my ass, the back of my calves, my upper thighs and i felt the angry whelps beginning to rise in the wake of the cane's path. He made the statement that He thought i was not tolerating the cane very well that night and i felt as if i had disappointed Him. He had me sit back upon my knees again and placed each end of the cane on my bent elbows which were pulled slightly toward my back by the cuffs fastened together around my wrists. He took a picture and commented what a good cane holder i was. i felt humiliatated by the thought that i was only good enough to hold His cane rather that receive the strikes He loved to administer so i begged for more but the direction of the scene had already changed. He brought a ball-gag and clenched it tightly around my head. i could feel the spandex material of the hood being pushed inside my mouth by the insertion of the gag and almost immediately the cloth seemed to soak up all the moisture inside my mouth, making it difficult for me to swallow. (i didnt realize until later what a sight i was with the hot pink blindfold over the stark blackness of the hood in addition to the deep red of the ball-gag inserted in my mouth. the sight itself created quite the Kodac moment!) He told me to lay on my back in the center of His bed, my arms and legs stretched out toward the four corners. He soon was attaching rope restraints to my wrists and ankles, pulling them tightly and tying them to the bed posts holding me in a strict spread eagle position. He used the cane again briefly to red my upper thighs and to tease the clamps gripping tightly onto my nipples. He started to attach clothespens to the soft underbelly skin of my underarms and my squeals protested so strongly that He placed them instead on my breasts, my lower belly, the inside of my upper thighs, my labia and finally my clit. (when i saw the photo of this portion of the scene later i was surprised at the number of pens He had attached.) the dryness of my mouth and the subsequent inability to swallow kept me focused and very attuned to all that was happening to me. i paniced each time i attempted to swallow and could not without alot of difficulty and i was constantly trying to generate salvia only to have it snatched away quickly by the material of the hood pushed deeply into my mouth. it was quiet a dilemma; however those thoughts were disipated for awhile by the placement of a huge black dildo deep inside my pussy. the sexuality of the scene overtook the sado masochism and soon i was begging for an orgasmic release which i was graciously granted rather quickly. i believe it was at this point in the scene that He positioned a fan to blow directly toward me even though the room itself was already a bit cool. although at the moment i was very sexually "hot", my body temperature was not particularly warm so when the cold air was blowing directly on me, i started shivering. Sir thought my shivers were from sexual delights and didnt realize that i was shiving from the coldness and so i suffered in silence as He continued to play my body thinking that i was overly enthustastic demonstrated by my apparent sexual quivering! after igniting several more orgasms, He removed the dildo and tossed it onto my belly; i knew He meant for me not to struggle and to keep it from falling away to my side. just another of the mental and physical challenges He often presents to me. what i did not realize was what was in store for me next that could absolutely make me thrash about and lose the challenge of keeping the dildo in its place on my belly for it was then that He started teasing the base of my hardened clit, the pens attached there and on my labia with an electrical clit stimulator specially designed to help frigid woman obtain orgasms, which is definitely NOT a problem for me! regardless, the Eroscillator is an excellent sexual toy even for those of us perfectly capable of obtaining intense and frequent orgasms and it was with this toy that He expanded the sexual nature of the scene and brought me to several intense full body orgasms, the dildo rolling away almost immediately from my belly and landing on the bed beside me. as He forced the last body shuddering orgasm from me, at the precise moment of my release, He gripped the chain connecting the nipple clamps and jerked them free from my nipples as the orgasm rolled over and through my body and mind. soon He removed the ball gag, for which i was grateful for the ability to wet my mouth and swallow again. He also removed the blindfold and the mask but almost immediately placed the huge dildo between my teeth and told me to hold it there and not let it drop; otherwise He would get the cane back out for another round! i was trying very hard to obey as He set about untying the ropes to free my extended limbs. at last He removed the dildo from my mouth and it was then that i was finally able to ask Him to turn off the fan because i was freezing!! He lay down beside me and held me close until i was warm again then i was allowed the pleasure of orally pleasing Him again. we fell asleep that night, sexually sated but without any discussion of the mood which had loomed over us the entire afternoon and evening.

Sunday morning i woke before the alarm and went downstairs to make the coffee that would help me clear the fog from my mind and get me fully awake before getting ready for church. soon i heard His alarm go off, several times, in fact, before He apparently reached over and hit the snooze button. this happened no less than 3 times before i went back upstairs and started getting ready, thinking that the noise of my preparations would wake Him. apparently it worked because when i came out of the bathroom a short time later i heard Him in the Master bath getting ready Himself. i finished dressing and sat on the end of His bed waiting for His immergence from the other room and mentally prepared myself for whatever mood He might be in this morning. unfortunately i preceived that the cloudy mood of the evening before still prevailed and i remained quiet for the most part as He finished getting dressed for church. we left His house that morning without the pleasure of our normal good morning kisses and hugs. at one point i was tempted to ask if i should skip attending church with Him and instead get an early start on my drive home. i struggled with that idea for awhile but because it was so close to the time we needed to leave, i decided that was not the proper time for any discussion along those lines or the reasons i felt i should leave. so i followed Him to His truck and we made the silent drive to His church with no discussion of any potential problem between us. The children presented their Christmas pageant to the congregation that morning and they were all so cute i couldnt help but to smile and enjoy their innocent spirits as they played the roles of angels, shepards, wise men, even Mary and Joseph,complete with an infant child of one of the church members being placed in a manager, symbolic of the baby Jesus. The older youth group of the church helped out by singing at different intervals throughout the pageant and it was all very enjoyable. i concentrated on the joyous aspects of the season rather than whatever lay between Sir and i this weekend. after the pageant, the church hosted a covered dish lunch and fellowship, then a choir practice immediately followed the luncheon so it was nearly 3 o'clock before we finally walked out of the church and started the drive back to His home. i entered reluntantly knowing that our remaining time together this weekend was short, but was this to be the last time i would be invited into His home? i tested His mood abit by asking for a hug, which He willing gave but then started setting up a tripod and positioning His camera so He could take a few pictures of us together by using the timing devise which allowed Him to focus the camera then move into position beside me. This pleased me very much because i took it as an indicator that He was not through with me or why would He want pictures of us together? this indicator encouraged me to question again why He seemed so distant but unfortunately He still was not ready for any type of discussion on the subject. we sat on the couch together for awhile and bluntly i just asked Him if i would be allowed to visit again and He answered, yes, of course. but when i said i should get started on the drive back there was no hesitation on His part to get up and help me get my luggage to the car. i kissed Him goodbye and told Him i loved Him then backed out of His garage, onto the street, and began my thoughtful journey home.

the drive was uneventful except for the thoughts swirling in my mind. i made the trip in record time even though there was snow blowing around by the time i was nearly home. i carried my luggage upstairs, greeted my daughter, shared some of the vanilla parts of my weekend, listened to the account of her weekend then closed myself in my bedroom. i had been home about an hour when my phone rang and when i answered it, it was Sir's voice i heard on the other end. "What are you doing?" He asked and when i replied i was checking emails from the weekend, He said "You're home? Why didnt you call me to let me know you made it safely??" i was slightly reprimanded for neglecting to call but since He hadnt mentioned my doing so when i left His house earlier that evening, i didnt realize He expected a call from me. We talked for awhile and i realized His mood had improved from earlier that day and He told me of His evening activities and then of how much He enjoyed having me in His home for the weekend. i was encouraged by His words and by the time we hung up the phone i had new hope for the future of us. the next day i got an email from Him explaining His distant mood and apologized if He'd made me uncomfortable. i understand that as individuals we will not always share the same attitude, the same mood, the same desires as the one we are with on any given day but with patience and understanding of how we are preceived and how we preceive each other, moments such as these can be worked through, resolved and put to rest. so although Sir and i didnt discuss a fourth meeting i hold hope that there will indeed be another...and another....and another.....

i am such a lucky girl! i have just spent a second incredible weekend with this awesome Dominant Man who has captured my attention and yes, my heart. We began to talk of a potential second meeting almost immediately following our first and i was so excited when He invitied me to His home for the weekend 3 weeks later. i left my home mid-morning on Friday. He had worked the grave yard shift the night before and i (nor He) wanted me to arrive too early in the day so that He would have time to get some sleep before i got there. i called from the parking lot of a market very near His home and He invited me to come to Him. He was standing on His front porch when i arrived and welcomed me with open arms, a tight hug and a warm kiss.

before i continue, perhaps i should warn you that if you are reading this blog simply for the s&m or sexual content, you might be disappointed because our time together this weekend was spent as much in the vanilla realm as it was in the bdsm realm because that, to us, is right and comfortable and gratifying. we both have responsibilities and obligations that do not pertain solely to the bdsm side of us but yet, even in the most "vanilla" of times, i sensed the underlying D/s current was always present, and to us, that is as it should be.

He invited me in, introduced me to murphy, His dog, showed me around His house as He carried my luggage upstairs and asked that i be at ease in His home as if it were my own. we talked for a bit then He asked me if i'd like to go get something to eat as He hadnt taken the time to eat after getting off work earlier that day. He apologized for a busy schedule for the weekend as He had commitments to fulfill but i was very happy just to be with Him no matter what He had planned. after an early dinner, we went to His church choir practice for their Christmas program and He introduced me to everyone there and again, i felt very welcomed and comfortable almost immediately. (earlier in the week He had told me that i was the first woman He had invited into His church home since His wife had passed away and i felt very honored by that.)

after choir practice, He took me on a short tour of His hometown, showed me where He had lived previously, where He worked and a couple of other notable landmarks then we went back to His house. we sat at the dining room table and talked as we looked at some pictures that He had taken during our first weekend together. then i was shocked as He handed me a Christmas gift. i protested, to no avail of course, then eagerly tore into the box and He laughed saying that it was such a selfish gift, more for Him than it was for me. as i removed it from the gift box i understood His words as it was a very scant, lacey body stocking! no, not one but TWO body stockings, one black, the other red, both crotchless and oh so sexy! before i could finish thanking Him for the first gift, He presented me with a second. tears welled up in my eyes as i unwrapped the beautiful gold and diamond penhant and He placed it around my neck. i had never owned anything quiet so beautiful and i was so humbled that He felt i deserved such a beautiful gift. "now" He said, "I want You to go upstairs and put on the black body stocking and call me up when you are ready." i quickly obeyed, so excited, so anxious to please Him, so anxious to be close to Him again. i showered quickly, applied a sultry fragrance, donned the body suit and went to sit on the end of His bed and called down to Him, as He had instructed. He walked into the room and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as He smiled so broadly, obviously pleased with what sat before Him.

as i mentioned in my blog of our first encounter, He is an amateur photographer and seems to take pleasure in posing and positioning me for His lens to capture, so it came as no surprise when He brought out His camera again this time. although at the time i hate having my picture taken, i have been very happy to be able to look at the pictures afterward. they seem to help keep the memories of our meetings so fresh in my mind and help to keep "us" very alive and real to me while we are trying to build on this "long distance relationship".

after the photo session, He brought out His steel cuffs and collar and padlocked them in place. He added lengths of chains to form a crotch-hold and enjoyed the reactions at each pull or tug between my legs. He inserted the ball gag between my lips and the blindfold over my eyes and i was immediately consumed in His Dominance and Control. He furthered the sexual tension with slaps of His open palm against my ass then employed His cane to induce the muffled sounds of both pleasure and suffering from my ball gagged lips. He placed clothespens on my nipples and encircled them around my full breasts then used His cane across my upper chest and teased the pens with the tip of His cane then applied more stripes to my ass. i have to admit here that some of the details of the remainder of the night are sketchy in my memory, not because they were not exciting and fulfilling, but because of a combination of a subspace mindset, the late hour and the long day but i do vividly recall at one point being placed on my knees on His bed and of a large clear plastic bag being used to totally engulf my head, my upper body, and mid-section, completely encasing me to my knees and the sense of air being depleted as i breathed heavily inside the bag and the heat that was quickly generated from my body by the excitment of the moment and the fear that i crave so much rising up inside me. He continued His techniques of breathe control for a good while as i recall, then removing the bag and exploring my body with His hands finding the wetness between my legs and bringing me to orgasm several times before placing me on my belly between His legs as He lay back on His pillows and instructed me in pleasuring Him orally, humbling me by His words, engulfing me in His verbal control as to the positioning of my bare feet within His vision, pointing my toes upward to satisfy His foot fetish requirements, holding my arms straight outward so that only my mouth could be used for His pleasure. afterward, we lay in each other arms simply enjoying the presence of one another.

after a while we seemed to be rejuvenated and went in search of something to drink. we spent awhile downstairs as He continued to point out various details about His home and His life there. He showed me some pictures He had stored on His computer, one in particular from the InSex website of a girl in facial bondage by nose and mouth hooks. i commented that i thought i would hate that type of bondage, He laughed and jokingly (so i thought!) said that He'd ordered some hooks for that exact purpose a few days before. i foolishly laughed thinking He was teasing. when we returned to His bedroom a short time later, we again found pleasure in one another's bodies then fell into a deep sleep just as the light of day was beginning to dawn outside His window.

i was the first one to wake later that day. i took to heart His words to make myself at home so i went downstairs to find something to drink and to get the effects of sleep cleared from my mind. going back upstairs i peeked in on Him, still seemingly sound asleep so i showered and dressed before waking Him about an hour later. i knew He wanted to watch the TN vs LSU SEC championship game on TV that afternoon so i made sure to wake Him in time for us to get some lunch before game time. i crawled into the bed beside Him and woke Him with kisses to His face. later that day He confessed that He had woken briefly after i'd left His bed that morning and seeing that i was not lying next to Him raised His head just long enough to see my luggage was still in the room and to know that i had not left town while He was still sleeping (as if i wanted to leave - HA!!) before drifting back to sleep. Later, as He backed His truck out of His driveway on our way to get something to eat, He stopped at His mailbox and removed several items, one of which was a small postal shipping box. He chuckled and said "ah, my hooks arrived in time afterall!" i laughed also still thinking He was teasing about ordering the facial bondage hooks. He placed the box aside without opening it and i soon forgot all about it. we went to a nearby pizza palor which had a TV tuned into the game, sat and ate lunch and watched for awhile then returned to His home to finish watching the game there. the game was not quiet over before we had to leave to attend another church function that evening but caught the final disappointing plays of the game on His truck radio.

as He pulled into the church parking lot, He was surprised at the cars there. seems a larger crowd than He'd expected was attending a gospel singing His church was hosting that evening. Again, He apologized for His committments to His church family that weekend, but those commitments only endeared Him to me even more. i already knew that He was a Christain Man with values and morals and compassion for others which was a big attraction to me but seeing His interaction with His church family firmly convinced me that i was truly in the presence of a Man of honor and integrity. i was proud to stand beside Him that evening and in fact enjoyed the program very much. There was a covered dish meal after the singing and He was very attentive to me the whole time, introducing me to everyone and seemed to be happy that i was at His side.

it was late when we returned to His home and we were tired but our passion over rode our weariness and we soon found our way upstairs to His bedroom. The forgotten postal box suddenly reappeared and sure enough, from it He removed a wicked looking nose hook and two hooks that were intended to stretch and distort my mouth when applied. He got great pleasure in my distress as He placed them on my face, pulling my nostrils open and upward as the string was secured to the band which supported the hooks inside the lips of my mouth, also pulling it wide and distorted just as it appeared in the picture of the girl from InSex. of course, there was photography involved before and after He removed my clothing piece by piece as i stood naked and humbled before Him, my face distorted for His pleasure. At some point i remember Him saying that He saw fear in my eyes for the first time. Perhaps the hooks made the element of fear (which i so desire) more evident. while i enjoy a bit of the fear factor in play, i am also always aware that i am safe in His control. He seemed to enjoy asking me questions and hearing my futile attempts to reply despite the hooks which pulled my lips and restricted my speech. He applied the wicked clothespins to my nipples, breasts, pussy lips and clit then teased them with His fingers, then inserted a huge dildo inside me, told me to put my legs together and not to dare let the dildo slip from inside me. again He brought His cane out to play, this time on my ass, my inner and outer upper thighs and the calves of my legs and finally in true torture-style (at least for me), on my feet as at various intervals reminding me not to let the dildo slip. i was dripping wet and it became harder and harder for me hold the dildo inside without the need to cum as He continued using His cane on me. i finally begged, around the restrictions of the mouth hooks, for permission to cum and when the final waves of orgasm passed, was humiliated at His comments of me squirting on His carpet! finally He allowed me to sit on the end of His bed and because the dildo was still embedded inside me and the pens attached to my pussy lips, i sat gingerly and then with permission lay back, face up on His bed. momentarily, i felt the sharp prickly tongs of a whartenburg wheel being used on my lower legs then continuing upward across my thighs, then on my mound and my clit as simutaneously the pens positioned there were removed one by one and again i begged for sexual release. after my second strong orgasm subsided, He returned His attention to my feet as i lost myself in subspace as He pleasured Himself by both torturing and caressing my feet for what seemed a very very long time. finally, He removed the distortion hooks from my face and came to lay beside me on the bed and i respectfully reminded Him of the pens that had been on my nipples for a very long time and asked that they be removed, knowing how badly my nipples would sting and throb as the pens were pulled free. again, He took pleasure in my suffering for Him and told me so and as a reward brought me to another intense orgasm before pulling me to His cock to orally pleasure Him as He verbally humiliated me with His words and rewarded me with a mouthful of His cum. again this night (or early morning as it were) we lay sated in each others arms and drifted off to sleep.

the next morning i woke droggy and sore from our sessions to hear Him already awake and showered and getting dressed. we needed to be at church by 11 am and it was already 10!! i jumped up quickly, kissed Him good morning and headed to the shower and to quickly apply makeup and dress so that we would not be late. when i arrived downstairs a bit later, i found He had coffee ready and waiting for me. we headed out the door with only a few minutes to spare. as it was we arrived a few minutes late and the services had already begun. i thought we'd find a seat toward the back of the sanctuary, but no, He ushered me to one of the front pews to sit. i have failed to mention that my Sir has a wonderful singing voice and often sings for church gatherings. i had mentioned to Him often that i would love to have the honor of hearing Him sing one day but did not expect that it would be this very morning. When the pastor offered up the special music for the morning's service, i was both surprised and thrilled to hear that it would be my Sir who would present that day. i was enthalled by the beauty of both His voice in songful worship and by the words of the song He choose to present. i was so moved by His musical presentation that it began what turned out to be a very weepy remainder for me of our time together. i admit to being a very emotional soul and can be evoked to tears quiet easily. by the time the service was over, which in itself was very soulful and strong, the beauty of His musical church offering, the effects of such warm acceptance by His church family, and the knowledge that the remainder our time together was short, kept my emotions very raw and close to the surface. we left the church and drove to a nearby restaurant for lunch but rather than quickly leaving the solitude of His truck, we sat and talked for a long long time, much about His past experiences, His thoughts and emotions and of mine, adding to the emotional over-load that was steadily building inside me. at the same time, this sharing added to our knowledge of one another, which i value so very much. i was barely able to eat lunch when we finally tore away from our conversations and entered the restaurant. afterward, we returned to His home and i gathered my things and packed them back into my suitcase, trying hard to control my emotions and not let our last few minutes together be remembered with sorrow. i will never forget the words He said to me as He attempted to console me in my vunerable condition. "I will not be sad as you leave Me this time because I know and look forward with happiness, to the next time we will be together, because we will be together again very soon." i took some solice in His words as i drove the 300 miles home that evening but still tears overcame me from time to time because i already missed Him so much. as instructed, i called when i arrived home to let Him know i'd made it safely. we talked for a long time and again He consoled me with His words and instructed me to take care of myself properly so that i could return to Him soon.

the day was a typically beautiful fall day, mild temps, sunny skies, and the brillant splash of fall color covering the trees. the 3 hour drive to cookeville was uneventful except for the gambet of emotions envading my mind and body, which ranged from estastic, excited, hopeful, fearful, doubtful, dread, then finally hopeful again as i neared my destination, a meeting point halfway between His hometown and my own. i was finally on my way to meet Someone who'd captured my attention months before but whose presense seemed elusive at best. each time we'd talked online, i became more in awe of Him. He seemed to be all that i sought; dominant, handsome, intellignent, witty, a Man of integrity, high morals, and compassion, and as passionate about His convictions as i was of my own. the only obvious obstacle between us was the 325 miles from my front door to His. but after many months of talking and learning one another, it also became obvious that we simply could not NOT meet and at last, today was the day!

as i turned into the hotel parking lot, i immediately spotted His dark blue Ford pickup that He'd described to me in one of our phone conversations. as i pulled into the parking space beside His truck, i saw that He was on His cell phone. at that same moment, my phone rang and i smiled as i answered knowing it would be His voice i heard on the other end. "Where are you?", He asked. i answered, "look over Your right shoulder, Sir" and smiled broadly as He turned to look my way and smiled back at me. i believe that moment of comic relief and eye contact tore away most of my major hesitations and i stepped out of my car and into His welcoming arms.

we talked and shared the details of our drives that day as we unloaded our luggage from the car and carried it to His room. after freshening up quickly, we left in search of a restaruant to have dinner and to enjoy getting to know each other, at last, face to face. i was still a bit nervous but His personality was very warm and inviting and soon He had me very much at ease, at least until we returned to the room a couple of hours later. i did not know what to expect of this Man nor what His expectations were of me. when we had first talked of meeting, i proclaimed that i would not be comfortable playing the first time we met; after several more online conversations getting to know one another and planning our weekend together, it became obvious to us both that it was highly doubtful that a no play weekend together would be possible. we shared so much of the same interests and passion and upon meeting, the chemistry and the physical attraction were undeniable. the possibilities for this masochistic, service-oriented submissive spending the weekend with a Dominant with a passion for bondage and a foot fetish were endless. Yet, how does a couple of virtual strangers make that transition from friends to play partners within a comfort level for them both? again, He made it easy.

He is an amateur photographer and had teased me (at least i'd hoped that He was teasing) several times that He would be taking lots of pictures the weekend we were together. i protested loudly, stating that i was very uncomfortable with that idea. He also spoke of His passion for beautiful naked feet; another problem area for me as i hate having my feet touched, much less bound and tortured or even tenderly caressed. over the course of the next few weeks, as we planned our weekend, i finally stopped protesting so adamantely against His photography as i realized i was fighting a losing battle and in reality, that i was becoming more and more trusting of Him and knew that any pictures He did take, would be for His eyes only. the foot fetish, i'd simply have to deal with as much as possible if or when the time came. So it was the camera that He used to transition me from the conservative persona i presented to the public to His steel shackled submissive in hogtie, lying across His bed.

after dinner, i had entered the room a bit hesitantly, stopping by the bathroom on pretense of it being a necessity when in actuality, i used it as a repreive to calm my nerves a bit. back in the room, i removed my shoes, being very aware of His foot fetish, hoping that it would please Him that i did so, and sat on the end of the bed. it seemed almost immediately that He had His camera in hand and was posing me with His directions as He took several shots of me fully clothed, smiling innocently into His lens. i began to relax and enjoy His witty comments and the banter between us. somewhere in the midst of the fun and games, His instructions took on a different tone as He posed me in more seductive positions, albeit still fully clothed, some with my feet flat on the floor, legs spread wide apart, the next shot similiar but with my mouth wide open, then having me stick out my tongue looking all the more like an eager cum slut awaiting her Master's seed. a little humiliation play goes a long way in putting a submissive in her place, humbled and eager to please.

He began removing a few items from His toy bag including a set of steel cuffs for my ankles and wrists with a beautiful steel collar to match. He constantly played with my mind, planting little images of things to come as He continued to empty His toy bag onto the bedside table. soon i was wearing only my bra, panties and the steel bands secured in place by padlocks. the feel of the cold smooth steel against my skin took me further into submission and anticipation of what lay ahead. i was blindfolded and gagged, helpless against His will yet comfortable knowing that He would not harm me. as the remaining items of my clothing lay on the floor, i laid naked, face up across His bed as He secured a set of clamps on my nipples and surrounded them with clothespins, teasing and taunting me by pulling on the small chain that connected the two clamps. He secured more of the wicked little pens between my legs, lining each lip then placing a final one on my hardened clit, His words seducing and exciting me as each pen was put into place. there was not even a shadow left of the conservative lady-like persona that had sat across the dinner table from Him just a couple of hours earlier as He slid a huge black dildo deep inside me and i had to force myself not to cum until i begged for and was (finally) granted permission. after what i think was several minutes of this type of control, He removed the blindfold, had me get up off the bed and stand before Him. He warmed my ass with several spanks of His hand and the use of His flogger before bringing a cane out to play. He started slowly and built the intensity as i savored the warmth from each strike as it spread though me. the combination of the pens biting into my skin with each move i made, the steel cuffs reminding me of my helplessness, His voice demanding my attention, and the strikes of the cane marking my ass with a pattern of reddened welts, was over whelming and in one sudden move i somehow pulled my left hand free of the steel band securing it. Neither of us had a clue how i was capable of doing such, but in my flight i had somehow managed to do so. during this few moments of repreive i begged for Him to remove the pens, which He did, then lay me back face down on the bed and replaced the steel wrist cuffs with a softer leather pair. the muscles in my shoulders were burning from my hands being restrained behind my back for so long. i believe i asked to be free of the cuffs but He encouraged me to work past the discomfort for a bit longer as He began to position and secure me into a strict hogtie. His rope attached the cuffs around my ankles to the ball gag in my mouth, holding me immobile yet struggling to find a comfort zone. for His words of encouragement, i am thankful else i would not have had the experience of feeling so completely immobile and helpless, first struggling against the rope, trying to free myself, then accepting my plight and searching for a comfort level by alternately raising my feet or my head higher off the bed. He watched my struggle, both encouraging and taunting me with His words over the sounds of my moans and whimpers. at some point i felt my feet being encircled independently with something that felt like rubber. when the first snap of the rubber hit the bottom on my foot i realized that He had placed a rubber band around each foot and was enjoying pulling the bands outward and letting them pop back sharply against the sole of each foot in His devious idea of foot torture!! and yes, because i so hated having my feet even touched, this, to me, was indeed torture! He later told me that my determination and endurance pleased Him. after i was released from the hogtie, we enjoyed each other's bodies until i finally fell asleep in His arms.

we both slept late the next morning from exhaustion of the evening before. i woke and snuggled closer to His naked back, waking Him with my presense. we lay and talked, enjoying one another and making plans for the day ahead before showering and leaving the room. We had breakfast at a nearby restaurant and asked the cashier for directions to the nearest city or national park then left in search of a natural waterfall which was within a few miles. i believe we were both well past our anxiousness and hesitations and were truly enjoying one another with conversation and laugther and simply the beauty of the day. We pulled into the parking lot of the park and read the directional signs for the 3/4 mile trail to the falls. The path we followed lead us downward and along a small river. at first the slope of the path was gradual but at points was steep and fairly rugged. we stopped a few times along the way to admire the views and for Him to take pictures, some of them of me and some of just the scenery. as the path lead us further downward, we laughingly questioned our decision to make this hike; afterall, the walk down was hard enough, the walk back would be all uphill! at one of the places we stopped to make pictures, another couple was there and offered to make our picture together. i was so pleased when He gladly accepted their offer. (back home, i love having the picture of us to look at and as a reminder what a super day we shared.) We finally reached the bottom of the trail, at the head of the waterfall itself, and was glad we had made the hike to see it. We agreed seeing its beauty was worth the hike. There was a park employee working near the falls and as we walked past, he welcomed us then said that the park would be closing in 20 minutes. We were the only two people, outside of the employee, who were still at the end of the trail and i paniced a bit at the thought of the park gate being locked when we got back to His truck and having to spend the night inside. This seemed of little concern to Him as He continued to pose me against the backdrop of the river and the waterfall. Finally, we started the trek back up the steep embankment, then thankfully we found a graveled access road that was a much easier walk than the trail we had followed in. We made it back to His truck with time to spare before the gate was locked for the night.

We returned to the room and relaxed a bit, then changed clothes for dinner. still our being together seemed very natural and right as we enjoyed our meal and conversation. It was late when we returned to the room. i believe He was concerned that i would be too tired to play after our afternoon hike and was so considerate and asked rather than taking for granted things that would transpire. i certainly did not mistake His kindness for weakness and thought the gesture was very gallant of Him, but i assured Him i wanted to be bound again for His pleasure...and for mine!

He had me strip and sit on the edge of the bed then bound my ankles with rope. He placed the ballgag between my lips and tightly fastened the strap behind my head. Then He had me lay face down on the bed, my head being at the foot of the bed, my feet against the headboard. He placed cuffs around my wrists and stretched my arms outward toward the two corners of the bed and secured them tightly with rope, attaching one end of the rope to the cuffs and the other end to the legs of the bed. next He had me bend my legs at the knees and placed me in a strict hogtie by attaching a rope to my rope bound ankles and to the gag in my mouth. i found myself again immobile and helpless to His hands as He spanked my ass then settled Himself against the headboard with easy access to my bound feet. i heard Him chuckling softly under His breathe as He began to torture my feet again by placing the wicked rubber bands around each one, then tying my big toes together with string to ensure i would not manuver the bands off my feet. He pulled the bands out and way from the soles of my feet then simultaneously let each one snap back sharply. once He was convinced that i was truly suffering for Him, He changed the direction of the scene again and began to caress and kiss my toes, then lightly traced His fingers up and down my long calves and across my feet, the sensation stopping just short of becoming tickling as another of my hard limits was tossed out the window. i became so tormented and excited by His touches that my arousal was obvious to Him and He began to play between my legs until i was dripping wet and begging for mercy. then He placed an inflatible butt plug in my ass and i thought i was literally going to explore! i could not endure the sensation inside me as i felt the plug being pumped full of air, then the air slowly being released time and again. the next time i begged for mercy, He realized that i had reached the end of my ass play endurance and graciously removed the plug but continued to play inside me with two of His fingers in each hole commenting on what a nice handle He had created and continued to torment and tease until i begged for permission to cum.

as the final waves of orgasm flooded my body and my mind, i became fully aware again of the prediciment i was enduring, being held immobile by His hogtie, teased and tormented by toys and His hand, my arms stretched tightly outward, His words always filling my head with proclamations of further torture and His enjoyment thereof. He pulled a chair up close to the end of the bed and near my face. He bent low and looked me squarely in the eye and spoke of how He enjoyed my suffering for Him. He played mind games with me, speaking of leaving me now for the maid to find me in the morning, still gagged and bound and laying naked across His bed. i was so vunerable to His words that actual fear was rising inside me and i cried. He kissed the tears on my cheeks and assured me He would not leave me alone. as i was calmed by His words and convinced that He would indeed take care of me, i saw Him reach for something on the dresser behind Him. it was a box of small white garbage bags that He had bought earlier that day, at the time they were purchased explaining He needed something to place His dirty clothes in. at that moment i realized He also had another purpose in mind as the bag was placed over my head and held there by His hand grasping a fistful of plactic at the back on my neck. again excitment overtook me and i began to breath deeper, feeling the air inside the bag being depleted, then a slow rise of panic just before He released His hold and removed the bag from my head. He checked to make sure i was ok, that i was both physically and mentally handling this type of control before placing the bag over my head again, this time leaving it a few seconds longer, allowing me to feel the panic rise inside me stronger this time before removing it and allowing me to breathe deeply. again, He placed the bag over my head, securing it tighter against my face this time by tying a knot in the loose opening of the bag and watched as the white plastic was sucked close against my face, forming the outlines of my eyes, nose and mouth, again leaving it a few seconds longer than the time before, this time to the point of nearly extreme dispair before He tore a hole through the plastic allowing an air passage for me to take short shallow breathes to fill my lungs. my mind was a frenzy of swirling thoughts of both panic and sexual excitment as i thought of the extreme degree in which we were delving. the fear factor that i had so longed for in scenes past was abundantly present now as i realized how vunerable i had become to this Man. but even as these thoughts and fears invaded my mind, i still knew i was safe in His power and control. again He recognized my sexual frenzy and manipulated me to a powerful and satisfying orgasm before removing the bag from my head, releasing the hogtie and my outstretched arms, the gag from my mouth, then comforting me with His words and caresses. the remainder of saturday night into early sunday morning was filled with sexual pleasures until i fell asleep thoroughly exhausted and happily sated.

i woke the next morning both sore and with a mindful of dread concerning our pending departure from the haven of His motel room. i moved closer to Him and felt His arms wrap around me and again we explored our bodies and found pleasure in one another. the time was nearing quickly that we would have to vacate the room and i forced myself from the bed into the shower to prepare for the inevitable. we packed our luggage and our toybags and left the room at the last moment possible. on the way down the elevator, He asked if i'd like to go to eat before starting my drive home. i quickly accepted His offer realizing that even though i was not particularly hungrey that sharing another meal with Him would prolong my having to leave. we ended up lingering longer than was necessary over our food and conversation, i think He too didnt want our weekend together to end. finally we left the crowded restaruant and He took me back to my car but still we prolonged in conversation for another hour or so before i realized that i would have to leave now in order to make it home at a reasonable hour and be prepared for work the next day. He walked me to my car, we hugged each other tightly and kissed goodbye and, as He had all weekend, He opened the car door for me and placed me inside. i started the engine as tears began to well up in my eyes, and He was walking away in the direction of His truck, He turned, looked back in my direction and smiled broadly. i knew in my heart that this would not be our only weekend together.