"Barring All Injuries" a bondage bar

My cool hands were heavenly on my burning ass. I rubbed lightly as I followed him to the bed and gingerly sat on the edge of it. After he rolled over the soft drink tray and left, I thought about his question. I knew what I absolutely would NOT do, that was something I had thought about for years. I was glad we agreed on one thing; NO SCAT! I turned over and lay on my stomach while slowly sipping a diet ginger ale.

Hmmm, so my first hard limit was no scat. I knew I would never condone anything related to children, so none of that. I didn't want to be a "breeder" nor did I want to be involved in pedophilia. Another thing I did not want to do was anything involving animals. So, third thing was no bestiality. I did love animals, just not in the biblical sense. I didn't really have to worry about disfigurement, as he had already mentioned that he would not do that without previous agreement. I had three hard limits that I could give him, along with one wish. I was happy with what I was about to tell him.

I set my half empty soda can to the side and rose to walk over to the padded door. I raised my hand to knock but giggled as I realized he probably wouldn't hear me knocking on the padding. Instead, I jiggled the handle then opened the door and walked directly up to the chair he was seated in. I didn't look around the room; my eyes were only on him. I did hear CNN and correctly assumed he was watching the news. When I reached him I assumed the submissive position at his feet and told him, "Sir, I have my answer and would tell you if it pleases my master that I do so"

Hoping that I had approached him correctly, I waited for his response. At the slight nod of his head I continued; "My hard limits would be no scat, no animals, and no children. I also have a fantasy if my master wishes."

Holding my breath, I glanced at his face. He was smiling down at me and nodded again. My face turned red as I reveal, "I have always fantasized about being tied immobile while being pussy whipped as my nipples are pierced for adornment, then have my clit pierced as well".

I knelt there, face red and gaze on the floor as I waited to hear what he thought of that fantasy and what he thought of my hard limits.

In a surprisingly short time, Stella entered the room and knelt before me. Her three "hard limits" were no surprise, and (truly) limited me not at all in the things I would do anyway.

Her 'wish' was a pleasant surprise; she was excited by things I would likely have done anyway. Her golden-brown hair shone in the indirect lighting of my playroom as she bowed before me, and I said, "You will likely get your wish... eventually. But you will have to earn your wish first."

Switching the TV to the Classical background music station, I stood and took Steel's hand, leading her to a Japanese Horse mounted along the wall.

"This will be your next trial, Stella. I am going to mount you on this horse, and you will suffer some pain, and some pleasure. Reach down for some deep-down calm, as this will truly try you."

She smiled back at me, and mounted the stool at the side of the horse. I helped her onto the top edge of the bar, which was slightly rounded, but not much. Spreading her labia to both sides of the peak, I took her arms behind her and fastened them to the cuffs there. I pulled on the other ends of the chain fastened to the cuffs, lifting her arms behind her into a strappado and forcing her weight forward on her cunt, so more was on her clit. She cried out in surprise and pain, and asked for some relief of the pain.

"No relief soon, Stella; you will have to endure this a while. Now for your legs." Reaching down, I brought them up and under her, attaching the cuffs which hung below the bar to her ankles. And, finally, I put the thin upright post in the hole at the front of the beam to which was attached a ratchet-limited reel, which had a fine line spooled on it ending in two harsh clips. I released the ratchet and pulled out the line a bit until I could mount the clamps to the base of each already-erect nipple. I tightened the handle slowly, watching the nipples stretch, then the breasts stretch further and further from her chest as the sounds of her discomfort got louder and more urgent.

Once the line was bow-string tight, she was contorted in such a way that her whole weight was on her clit and cunt. Now for the fun part for me! I walked over to the rack on the wall and picked up a nice single-tail, whose lash was about 18" long. This whip was not designed to cut skin, but had a very sharp sting and left lines for a couple days.

I stood back a minute and watched Stella squirm on the bar. While she was absolutely in some significant pain, her juices ran down the bar copiously. Pain, yes, but pleasure as well!

"You will now get twenty strokes of the whip; ten on your back, ten on your breasts. The stretched condition of your lovely tits will make the pain more significant. Brace yourself, and count loudly as any missed stroke will send us back to the beginning... and the extras will all be on your breasts."

I was quite surprised at the ingenious device he had put me on. So deceptively simple, yet so torturous. I had no problem with it until he raised my bound arms up behind my back. I could feel the hard wooden edge digging into my clit, smashing my pussy lips and creating a line of fire along my slit.

I was already huffing and puffing, "Oooohhh sir, it hurts. Please sir, it hurts" I wanted to try to find purchase for my legs and relieve the pressure, but he negated that by cuffing my ankles up underneath the bar. "No relief soon, Stella" was his response.

I was determined to see this through, and watched, teeth gritted as he clamped and stretched my nipples. The bite of this had my pussy once again drooling and I hissed as I was stretched between the strappado and my tortured nipples. I squirmed and realized when I did so, the hard nub of my clit popped back and forth against the pressure of the wood grinding into me and the newfound pain of this had my juices freely flowing. I was grunting and squirming, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position, but none was to be had.

I heard him say he was going to give me strokes on my back and breasts, and I was to count them out as I had before. I panted and nodded that I understood.

He stepped back and as he raised his hand for the first blow I took a deep breath and held it.

WACK! "Aaaaahhhhoooone! Thank you sir! *pant pant* May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Aaaiiieeetwo! Thank you sir! *groan* May I have another if my master wishes"
WACK! "SHIT AhThree! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fuuuuuuckfour? Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fffffffffffshhhhhhhhhitFive! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "ssssssssssssssssix! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "IIIIIiiiieeeGoooooddd SEVEN! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit I found that I was beginning to grind into the beam as I was being struck. I don't know whether I was using it to take my mind off the pain of the whip (which had a hell of a sting) or if the pain of everything combined was serving to bring me close to the edge again.

WACK! "fuck fuck fuck eight! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "NINE! Thank you sir! *much hissing and panting* May I have another if my master wishes"
WACK! "Goooddddddd Ten! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "oh Jesus Oh Jesus eleven! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "tweeeeeeellllllllve! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Thhhhhat's aaaahhh thirteen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "fffffourteeennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "faaaiiiiii fifteen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "sssssssssssixteeennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "*growling now* seventeen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "eeeeeeeighteeen! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "NNnnniiiiinnnnnneetteennnn! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Twenty fuuuuuck! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

I was shocked to realize I using every bit of strength I had to pull away from the nipple clamps and grinding my hips into the beam. I was sweating, panting, breathless, every nerve on my body felt more alive than it ever had before and I wanted to scream to be let down but at the same time I wanted to scream for more.

Stella dealt well with the twenty strokes, and had earned a little break.

"Good job taking the strokes, girl. For behaving so well with them, I will take your nipple clips off. Relax a bit now." Slowly, slowly, I took one clip, then the other off; the rush of blood to each caused a fresh surge of pain, then eased off.

"I will also lower your hands a bit, so your shoulders don't hurt quite the same. To pay for that, I'm going to turn up the power a bit." Her hands were lowered about 12 inches, easing some of the pressure there.

The power would be a surprise for her. The top edge of the horse had a copper cap running along it; with my remote I could send a variable burst of electricity along it, from a tingle to a 10 on the Richter scale. I turned it to about 2 and sent a burst of fun her way. How would she take it?

I was happy to have pleased him, although I worried that I wasn't quiet enough during the strokes.

When he took the nipple clamps off, I hissed at the sensation of the blood rushing back into them. It had such a bit to it and when he lowered my arms, my shoulders ached and my upper arms trembled. I worried what he meant when he said I had to pay for that by him turning up the power. I bit my lip as I watched him pick up a remote control and twist a knob on it.

oh fuck fuck fuck fuck I felt it in my pussy. It was like pins and needles, but more so. If you've ever taken a blade of grass and touched it to an electric fence, you'll know the feeling. I squirmed a bit, moaning. I tried pulling with my arms while pushing with my legs, but couldn't lift myself. My legs started trembling with the effort of trying to move. The tingling was intense, and was making my pussy even wetter, if that were possible. My pussy lips felt full and thick where they were pressing into the surface of the beam, and I wanted nothing more than to jump off and masturbate. I sat there, moaning and twitching, pulling and grunting.

Another fine response... she was coming along nicely. Time to give her a real break, and a reward. I turned off the power, lowered her arms and legs and disconnected them, then helped her off the horse.

"Take a few minutes to clean up everything except your pussy juices, Stella; leave those as they are. Get yourself back here quickly."

She rushed away, and five minutes later she was back. I led her back into the lounge, and laid her down on the bed. Letting her rest a bit, I undressed and joined her in the bed; we made slow and gentle love, bringing her to massive orgasms repeatedly while enjoying myself as well.

We relaxed next to each other for a while, just snuggling and staying close to each other. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, as I am certainly enjoying your company, Stella. There is much you have left to experience, and some huge growth, but we'll just call it a night, as it's nearly morning. Just a few things to take care of before we sleep. Need to pee?"

oops

oops.

It seemed like an eternity but it was only a few minutes before he lowered my arms and legs and unfastened them, then helped me off the beam.

"Take a few minutes to clean up everything except your pussy juices, Stella; leave those as they are. Get yourself back here quickly."

I quickly went into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, brushed my hair and took a moment to run a toothbrush over my teeth. I wanted to be sure I was presentable to him.

Five minutes later I returned. He led me back into the lounge, and laid me down on the bed. I relaxed as I watched him undress. He got into bed and pleasantly surprised me by making love; slowly, gently, bringing me to massive orgasms over and over again. The contrast from the pain and stimulation I had been feeling earlier to the gentle reverence I was receiving now added to the rush of sexual pleasure.

We lay next to each other for a while, wrapped in each other's arms and simply snuggling. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, as I am certainly enjoying your company, Stella. There is much you have left to experience, and some huge growth, but we'll just call it a night, as it's nearly morning. Just a few things to take care of before we sleep. Need to pee?"

The question startled me. I turned red with embarrassment. I needed to pee, but that was kind of, uh, well private, wasn't it? I could feel my face get hot as I nodded my head at him.

I laughed as her face reddened. If she thought THAT was a personal question, what did she think about enemas and such? Ah, well.

"Take care of your needs, Stella, and come back in here." While she was gone, I fetched in a cage, designed for a human person. I tossed in a soft rug for the bottom, put a couple full water bottles in, and a small pillow. She would not need a blanket, as the third floor was kept at 87, a comfy temperature for bare skin.

She came back, head down and still a little red, and took the present position on her knees.

"We are getting ready for sleep now. I'm going to give you a little something to keep you busy." I pulled her up standing, and over to the bed, laying her face-down. "Lift your butt up." She did, and I slid in a vibe with several features and remote control. A simple butt plug was next; one size larger than was comfortable for her. Finally, some lined cuffs to keep her hands in front. I helped her climb into the cage, and locked the door.

"Get some sleep now, whatever you can... you'll need it for tomorrow." I switched off the lights, climbed in bed, and set the variable remote to mix up pistoning, squirming, vibrating, and the occasional shock. Her noises of pleasure and pain put me into a deep sleep for six wonderful hours.

My heart pounded with relief as he directed me to the restroom to take care of it. I was happy he was not introducing me to watersports yet, if at all. The enemas I took were one thing, but I had never even peed in front of another person, let alone had someone do it on me!

I took care of my needs, brushed my teeth and hair once again then made my way back to him and got into position down in front of him. "We are getting ready for sleep now. I'm going to give you a little something to keep you busy." He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed, where I was made to lay face down.

"Lift your butt up."

I did and he slid something deep within me. I moaned at the feeling. Oh oh oh wow I felt something rather large being inserted into my ass. I felt soooo full and the two objects rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating them. He had me turn and sit up, which made me feel even fuller, pressing the butt plug deep. He took my hands and fastened leather cuffs to them. They were lined with something soft and he fastened them in front.

He led me over to a cage I hadn't noticed and helped me climb in. After he locked the door he turned and looked at me. "Get some sleep now, whatever you can... you'll need it for tomorrow." then he switched off the lights. I heard him walk across the room and get into bed. Suddenly, the objects within me came to life. "Oh!" a startled cry escaped my lips. Mmmmmmmm they were pulsing, that felt good. I moaned at this. Oh yess! now the pulsing stopped and vibrations started. I gasp as pulses start again. "Aaaaiiieee mmmm" now it was doing the tingling pins and needles thing I had felt on the beam. "uuuuhhhhngggaaaahhh" pulsing again. I was trying to be as quiet as I could so he could get sleep, but I couldn't imagine that my quiet moaning and squirming wasn't reaching his ears. He never said a thing, and before long I could hear deep breathing coming from the other side of the room. Ooooh, evil evil man! I thought. This wasn't a mere tease; I was going to have to try to sleep like this all night long.

Occasionally all the pulsing, buzzing, tingling would stop completely for a few minutes, allowing me to get my breath back. I put up with this for over half the night before I gave in and fingered my clit. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do this or not, but the infernal intruders were bringing me to the edge with each circuit of impulses, only to deny me when they went silent. I massaged my clit and pinched it during the electrical tingling. My orgasm was a sharply intense one and I cried out. uh oh my bound hands flew up and I clapped them over my mouth. You dummy! I listened intently, but I think he still slept. Not wanting to risk a repeat performance, I spent the rest of the night putting up with peaking and cooling, peaking and cooling without relief.

Her mixed sounds were like a lullaby, putting me into a deep sleep. She cried out some time during the night, but I got right back to sleep.

On arising, I looked at the cage, and had a tired glare shot in my direction.
"Sleepy, Stella? I understand; strange bed and all." I opened the door to her cage and she crawled out at my sign.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth. Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour." She scurried into the bath, and I followed her in. Another limit to breach here.

"I've got to use the facilities too; just keep busy doing your thing." I sat down on the john and opened a magazine from the rack next to it, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She was hesitant, but kept going. She was surprised, though, when I got in the shower cube with her. I kept from touching her, and used the secondary shower heads until she started washing her hair. I had to hold myself back to keep from grabbing her right there, but discipline first.

Drying myself, I left the room and dressed in a pair of casual shorts with an a-shirt. Just as the food arrived, Steel came out from the shower wearing a robe. I was shocked.

"WHO THE *FUCK* TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"

By the time morning arrived, I was exhausted. I had managed to doze off a few moments here and there, but for the most part, had a sleepless night. Gee, wonder why. I was grumpy when Chuck woke up and addressed me cheerfully. He unlocked the cage and motioned for me to exit it.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth." My startled gaze shot to his face, but he was blase about it. "Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour."

I hurried to the bathroom and Chuck entered immediately behind me. I was embarrassed when he sat on the toilet and grabbed a magazine. He told me to keep doing what I needed to do to get ready so I hesitantly went back to my business. I felt awkward and was happy to escape to the shower. I loved the shower stall, if you could call it that. It was large enough for eight people to fit comfortably and had so many shower heads in it you could stand in the middle and not move but be sprayed by water head to toe. I looked up. There was even a waterfall shower head embedded in the ceiling. Wow.

Chuck entered the shower just as I was beginning to soap up. I remembered him sitting on the toilet and turned red again. Quickly, I went back to showering and washed my hair, rinsed off and stepped out. Chuck finished at almost the same time and after drying off, left the bathroom. I had no idea where my clothes were so I grabbed a white fluffy towel that was in the bathroom closet and wrapped myself in it. Just as I was finishing combing out my hair so it wouldn't tangle, I heard the food arrive and exited the bathroom. I was sooo hungry!

Chuck's booming voice stopped me short; "WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"

My heart leaped into my throat and I fumbled with the tie of the robe. I couldn't get it off fast enough and I was trembling all over as I tugged. I finally got it unfastened and quickly knelt in the submissive position, shaking like a leaf from head to toe, the robe pooled around me on the floor.

Well, she stripped off fast enough anyway. "You'll pay for that later. Let's eat."

I sat at the table and turned to uncover the huge tray of goodies; Stella stood there, uncertain. "Sit and dig in, girl." She did both, eating as though she were truly famished. Well, as the Arctic Natives say, "Food is sleep." And she had darn little, so she needed all the energy she could get. I started to chat about her home town, her parents, schooling, and such; all small talk. At first her answers were very short, but she relaxed after a while and opened up. By the time we were down to the sweet treat at the end, she was seemingly enjoying the chance we had to get to know each other, as I had opened up as well.

When we had finished and cleaned up the mess, I rolled the table out into the hall. My bedside Mac told me I had twelve messages waiting, but only one had an urgent flag; I took care of that one while she took another quick trip to the restroom.

After I finished, we went into the playroom together. Walking directly to the multi-stocks, I helped get Stella's head, neck, and ankles into the appropriate holes. She was nicely bent, then, and her legs wide-spread. The perfect position for our morning's activities. I cranked her just a bit less bent, and walked over to the toy cabinet, returning with an inflatable butt plug.

"This should help you keep your breakfast inside for a while." Lubricating it with my 'play' lube, I slid it home. The tingling started soon after I finished inflating it just past the point where she complained.

"You know, I really hate messes on my floor; try to be careful. Now, just to warm up, I've got a lovely flogger made of kangaroo hide." I began stroking, and without prompting she counted as best she could. The few marks she had gotten last night were faded, so I did my best to put some new ones on. After about 20 minutes, I took a break and got some water to share with Stella. She drank thirstily.

"Our next fun will come directly from nature, Stella." I walked to a large,low cabinet next to the toy box and after putting on some heavy gloves, I grabbed some goodies from the aquarium and put them in a plastic tub.

"You'll pay for that later. Let's eat."

Shit I thought I screwed up again!

As he sat to eat, I hesitated. Should I kneel in the submissive position? What should I do?

"Sit and dig in, girl."

Oh Thank God! I was starving, and dig in was exactly what I did. As we ate, Chuck inquired about my life, hometown, family, job and other idle chit chat. By the time we finished our breakfast, we had gotten to know each other quite well.

I brushed my teeth, my hair and peed while he sat at his laptop.

When I came back out, he led me down the hall to the playroom. Moving me in place in front of the stocks, he had me lean over and place my head, neck and wrists into the upper stock, then locked it in place. I couldn't see my feet or what was going on behind me, so I simply allowed him to pick up and place my feet where he wanted them. I felt something close around my ankles, and as he stood up, I experimented with my legs and realized he must have put them in a stock as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him turn a crank and the upper stock holding my head and wrist rose a bit so I was almost, but not quite, upright.

I heard his footsteps recede behind me, then return. "This should help you keep your breakfast inside for a while."

I felt slick lubricant at my ass, then something was inserted inside me. I could feel it getting larger and larger within me, until it felt like I was full to bursting, and I gasped out. He stopped inflating it, and now it felt tingly, like an itch that needed to be scratched. It made me squirm.

"You know, I really hate messes on my floor; try to be careful. Now, just to warm up, I've got a lovely flogger made of kangaroo hide."

The flogger was like a caress on my skin, warming me. Soft moans escaped my mouth as I felt the lashes land again and again. And I continued to squirm from the itching, burning, tingling I was feeling in my ass.

My head was buzzing when he stopped, and offered me water. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until the cool liquid touched my lips.

"Our next fun will come directly from nature, Stella."

My brow creased as he said this, and I didn't know what he meant. He was behind me, moving around, and the stocks prevented me from seeing what was going on. I listened and heard a click, followed by the sound of water moving. I then heard a couple of splashes. I was beginning to get fearful. What is it? I wondered.

I walked around in front of her, holding a couple neat little goodies in my gloved hands.

"Now before you get worried, you are NOT allergic to these little dears, or Doc would have come across that in her tests and warned me. These are creatures of the deep ocean, which are being studied by the local university for their interesting capabilities. They like to grab onto smooth surfaces with suction cups, then draw their food from the host with their mouths, under the center of the creature. First they inject an interesting fluid to numb the skin, then make their withdrawal. To finish up, they close the wound with a squirt of juice which stings like crazy, but does nothing else."

"I propose to put these lovelies on a couple places of your outside. First, I think one to each cheek would be fun. We'll find out how it works, and go from there."

After I was done explaining, I showed them to Stella, and she made a noise such as I had never heard before. Not quite a scream, not quite a groan. I put them on her bottom cheeks carefully, making sure we were well-clear of any interesting play areas. About twenty minutes later, I caught them as they fell off. And Stella screamed. Loudly.

I watched with horrified eyes as Chuck held the creatures out before me. I listened to him describe what they did and suppressed a shudder. They looked horrid, and slimy, and as if they could inflict great damage. I let out a high-pitched gurgled moan that I cut off by swallowing hard.

He walked behind me and I felt the cold touch of the creatures. I really didn't feel anything painful, just a bit of suction, as if Chuck were cupping me, then nothing. This isn't so bad I thought, and began to relax. I felt a bit light-headed, but assumed it might be from the fright I had just experienced. Just as I was about to open my mouth and tell Chuck his creatures were a wash-out, I felt a horrible stinging pain, as if I were being stabbed on each ass cheek. The pain was sudden, and lasted a while. I squirmed and sweat, moaning and crying out. I wanted to climb away from it, but could go no where. I know Chuck stood behind me and watched my ass bob and weave. I wondered if he was enjoying the show. I hoped so, because otherwise, it certainly wasn't worth it.

Stella's reaction lasted quite a while, nearly 20 minutes after removal of the creatures. I sat and watched the wiggle, and listened as her screams bounced off the walls and reverberated around the room. Once she settled down, I brought her another drink, this one a 'sports drink' to replace the minerals and salts she had lost over the ordeal.

"Next time, you won't forget about not dressing without permission, right?"

I stood in line of sight for her and continued. "I was going to put those on your tits, Stella, but I wasn't sure you could handle that yet. And I knew for sure I had other plans for your beauties later today. But for now..."

Picking up a Dragon-Cane, I began to lay some strokes here and there, carefully avoiding her bottom for a while. I played with the stocks controls, lifting her a bit off the floor, and turning her feet a bit so I could lay a few strokes on the soles. She gave me lovely sounds, crying out at each stroke. Her thighs took several strokes, and I put a few across her breasts, avoiding her nipples for now. Other plans were afoot for them.

The itching, burning and stinging lasted a good while, making me dance in the stocks for Chuck. All in all it was bearable, it was just when they injected the liquid to close the wound that stung like crazy. When he told me how he originally thought to punish me by placing them elsewehre, I was grateful that he had not and vowed to try my best to keep him pleased with me.

He picked up a cane and started to strike me with it. Oh God now I was really beginning to enjoy the session. I could feel the sharpness of the cane strikes meld into a heat that suffused throughout my body. The stocks would occasionally rotate, and move me into different positions, giving him the opportunity to strike other areas; Oh yes! on my tits! *gasp and moan* Oh god oh god my thighs *crying out* Mmmmmmy asssssssss yesssssss oh god yes and it went on and on for a little while, making me wet and wanting.

When the stocks turned my feet up and he struck the soles of them, every muscle in my body jolted and my hands were opening and closing spasmodically, as if to look for leverage against the pain. oh shit oh shit oh shit please please please I would have given anything to service him right then and there.

Stella was in full rut when I finished with the cane; one touch to her clit or nipple at that point likely would have put her over the edge. Too bad she was not going to cum for a few more hours at least.

I left her in the stocks for a bit while I readied her next ride. She had really not had any exercise for a while, so this would be good for her. After she had "cooled off", I walked her over in the corner to the tiny shower room I had there. I made her try to pee; she was reluctant to go with me in the room, but did eventually. A fast wash, with special attention to her bottom-cheeks just-in-case, with antibiotic soap. A quick rinse in tepid water to calm her excitement, and a warm-air dry. She was ready for action.

Well so was I. Ordering her into "present" position, I had her give me some head to relieve MY tension. I made a mental note to have compare methods with Sweet Mary Ellen (yah, that was her 'professional' name. She liked the schoolgirl game, and looked it, though she was 26); a few lessons would help her along. But some of ANY task is experience, and she made up for the lack with enthusiasm.

Once done, I took her to the exercise bike. And yes, it had those little modifications you read about in the porn stories. I had found the supplier for a major porn house in San Francisco and gotten the bike with the dildo which rises out of the seat, pistoning and spinning. Tom, our rigger, had gotten a local shop to make up some other interesting attachments as well as getting a few off-the-shelf at local hardware stores.

One of the modifications was a wider seat. Not every woman is 'narrow as an arrow', and that's fine! I was not, however, going to have to limit my activities due to stupid design. Tom found a seat from an old Harley Electra-Glide cop-cycle which did the trick. It also provided a nice metal bar around the back to give us another bondage point. A locally-made dohickey allowed some breast and nipple bondage.

I settled Stella on the seat and fastened the ankle straps which would keep her aboard. Wrist bonds on the handlebars were next, then the waist strap, not too tight. A little lube on the dildo and we tested for complete penetration; I loaded the reservoir for the shaft with surprise fluid. Sliding the afore-mentioned dohickey against her chest wall (where a soft leather brace prevented damage), I strapped her breasts down tight and put a couple clips on her nipples, not too severe, just to keep things fun. There were a couple wires to go to the clamps, and we were set to go!

"Stella, I like subs to get enough exercise, so you're going on a ride here, at whatever pace you choose to set for yourself. After your first two miles, the device expects you to go a bit faster, after five faster still. Faster after ten, and more so after fifteen. At twenty miles, you are done! We'll have a treat for you then. You have a Gatorade nipple next to your head, and I want you to stay hydrated so drink every ten minutes or so. You WILL have access to the gear-shift so the pedaling won't be anything extreme for you, and the machine is set, today, to have your course all on the flat."

"Now for the fun parts. In the first five miles, you get the dildo pistoning every 10 turns of the wheel, and as you go further, it happens more often. You may *try* to cum, if you can, as often as you wish. Be ready, though, for an occasional concern with that effort. I'll be sitting right here watching and taking care of the business while you ride. Have fun!" I patted her on the shoulder, and gave her a quick, deep kiss.

By the time Chuck put the cane to the side I had a fine sheen of perspiration covering my body. I wanted him to touch me, to take me. He did neither. He left me alone and I could hear him moving around behind me. I heard soft clinking sounds, a whirring noise, and he was quietly humming as he worked. My curiosity had been aroused and my mind was filled with all kinds of images.

When he released me from the stocks, I resisted the urge to turn and look at whatever he had been working on. I knew that I would find out soon enough. He led me over to a small restroom in the corner of the room. I was made to sit on the toilet and he told me to pee. As embarrassed as I was, it took a while for my bladder to release, but it finally did. I washed up with his help. I sneaked a peek in the mirror at my ass cheeks to see if there were any marks from those sea creatures, but saw only a faint red spot on each cheek. It was almost as if it had never happened! I could still remember the pain I felt when they released and suppressed a slight shudder. It was like the pain felt when nipple clamps come off, but multiplied a thousand times over.

I gave my thoughts a mental shake and stepped in front of the warm-air dryer as directed. He took me back out to the room and had me kneel in the 'present' position. I watched eagerly as he opened his pants and took out his hard cock. I was more than ready for this. I had been craving it since the caning. His cock was a velvet covered rod of steel in my mouth and I lovingly licked and sucked until he came. I had even taken it deep in my throat a few times, holding it there until I felt a gag coming on, and then slowly sucked as I pulled my mouth along it's length. I hope he was happy with my skills, but he gave no indication of what he thought.

I finally got to see what had been keeping him so occupied when I was cooling off in the stocks. It looked like an exercise bike, but it was an exercise bike on steroids! As we walked towards it I examined it. The seat was nice and wide, kind of like a Harley Davidson's seat, but any thought of being 'comfortable' was negated by the tip of the dildo sticking up through it! I glanced quickly at Chuck and he smiled and motioned for me to sit on the seat. I sat and could feel the tip of the dildo just barely touching the lips of my pussy. Chuck strapped my ankles so that I could not remove my feet from the pedals, then did the same with wrists to the handlebars. My midsection was next to get strapped to a bar that wrapped around behind the seat.

I waited as he walked behind me. The tip of the dildo retracted either into or below the seat level and I couldn't feel it anymore. I heard the snap of a bottle being opened and then a few moments later the dildo once again touched my lips. A click and then the dildo rose up and in, then down and out, up and in then down and out. Another click and it stopped. I heard the sound of liquid being poured then Chuck walked in front of me, pulling something around my chest and securing it to a brace behind me. The thing around my chest tightened and I looked down at by breasts in surprise. They were poking out through holes in the bondage device and were looking swollen already. Mmmmmmmmm that felt nice.

As I sat there, thinking about how nice all this was so far, Chuck tweaked my nipples a couple of times and then applied clamps. They had a nice bite to them and the breast bondage heightened it. Mmmmm yes, even better I thought. My eyes widened when I saw him attach the wires to the nipple clamps.

Chuck stepped back and walked around me slowly, testing my bonds, adjusting things here and there then threw a few switches and I heard some clicking as if a dial were being turned. I flinched, but nothing happened.

He walked back in front of me and said, "Stella, I like subs to get enough exercise, so you're going on a ride here, at whatever pace you choose to set for yourself. After your first two miles, the device expects you to go a bit faster, after five faster still. Faster after ten, and more so after fifteen. At twenty miles, you are done! We'll have a treat for you then. You have a Gatorade nipple next to your head, and I want you to stay hydrated so drink every ten minutes or so. You WILL have access to the gear-shift so the pedaling won't be anything extreme for you, and the machine is set, today, to have your course all on the flat."

He paused, then resumed talking with a mischievous smile on his face, "Now for the fun parts. In the first five miles, you get the dildo pistoning every 10 turns of the wheel, and as you go further, it happens more often. You may *try* to cum, if you can, as often as you wish. Be ready, though, for an occasional concern with that effort. I'll be sitting right here watching and taking care of the business while you ride. Have fun!"

At that cryptic statement, he patted my on the shoulder, then gave me a very nice deep kiss. I turned my attention to my task and started to pedal. Knowing that I would eventually have to go faster, and also knowing that I had to ride for twenty miles, I started out at an easy 5mph. I set the gears at a mid-range, so that my rpms weren't going to exhaust me before I could get far. It was a meandering pace, sort of what you'd do if you were a little old lady pedaling a three wheeler I know, but I wanted to warm up before going faster. The first piston of the dildo startled me, and I'm sure Chuck saw me jump. I could hear a low chuckle come from him.

After a couple of minutes, I amped it up a tiny bit and increased my speed and changed gears. I had no idea how far I had gone but had done some triathlons, so had an idea that I had maybe done a little over a mile. My conundrum was that I knew even at top speed it would take over an hour to do twenty miles, so I had to pace myself. A couple of times during the first few miles, the pistoning of the dildo made me falter. I figured out when I passed the five mile mark; the dildo started pistoning more often, causing havoc with my system. I had to remember to turn my head and drink the Gatorade. That was one of my faults during my triathlons and the training. My coach always said I was bad at staying hydrated.

I wasn't so sure I wanted to try to cum. He made it sound like something bad might happen. About the time I had the bike up to a cruising speed of 15mph with a slightly higher gear to amp up the rpms, I was at the point where my body wanted to cum. I tried to ignore the urges and did a fairly decent job of it, but it was inevitable. I could feel my pussy clench in it's first spasm and my legs slowed down, I forgot to keep pedaling. My whole being was tuned into the orgasm that was starting to rocket through me. I started to moan, only to cry out as I felt a shock to my nipples. It jolted me and now the dildo felt different. It burned, itched, swelled. I gasped and started pedaling again, quickly getting back to the 15mph. The shocks stopped and the dildo resumed it's pistoning.

I looked over at Chuck, incredulous at the ingenious contraption he had strapped me to. He simply grinned back at me, then turned his attentions back to his laptop. I could hear the keyboard as he tapped out emails and such. Occasionally, the phone would ring and he would answer it.

My ride went on like this for a while. Every time I reached the pinnacle of an orgasm, the nipple shocks and the dildo put me back to task. I think I finished the twenty miles after an hour and a half. By this time I was trembling, exhausted from fighting my body's urges, dying to cum.

While she rode and got her exercise, I got my inventory check and ordering done, and got instructions out to Grace and Jim for the night's business. This would be my first weekend off since opening; I was planning to enjoy it.

Stella's breathing got faster as she rode, and the heart rate and breathing monitors in the breast straps detected an oncoming orgasm. This triggered the dildo to pop out some small dull spurs, and to squirt out the "surprise" fluid. This concoction of Doc Jan's reacted with natural lubricants to cause a burning tingle inside, which stopped almost at once. Coupled with the nipple shocks, she soon got back on task.

After nearly 90 minutes the system notified me it was reaching the twenty, and asked for more instructions. I told it to stand down, and shut down my computer until tomorrow. I'd be busy the rest of the day... and hopefully all night.

Satisfied with her ride, I had to help her back into the suite's living area to the bed as she was weak and shaky. A quick side trip again to the bath, for her to shower and use the facilities as needed led to me rubbing her down with fluffy towels. I opened the dumbwaiter to get out our dinner cart, and we sat to gather some calories.

After the repast was cleared away, I led her to the bed. A long, lazy time later, a very satisfied Stella laid wide open on her back, stretched out and relaxed. I played with this and that, laying beside her, teasing and drawing gasps of pleasure or pleas of satiation.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

He unfastened all the bonds as I sat quietly on the bike. Well, quiet except for the rapid breathing which was slowly settling down to a normal rate. I flinched and gasped as he removed the clamps, then he helped me off the bike. My legs were surprisingly shaky and weak. I hadn't felt this shaky while sitting.

He walked me back to the suite and I lay on the bed while he started the shower. The shower was wonderful, the water steamy hot and the spray vigorous. It did much to restore my strength. Chuck dried me with big fluffy towels and we sat and enjoyed a dinner together.

After the little man who wears slippers came and cleared away our dinner impements, Chuck led me to the bed and caressed me. The soft stroking made me languid, limp, a doll in his grasp. Every time I tried to reach out to him, he gently laid my hands back on the bed linens. Soft cries and moans escaped me. Gasps of pleasure, accompanied by pleas of gratification. I felt liquid, seductive, and treasured while languishing in his arms.

I heard Chuck sigh softly as he stroked my arm and he said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself so far today, Stella. We have some fun lined up for this evening. It may challenge you a bit, but I think you can handle it."

I had only known Chuck since yesterday, but he had touched me, and I was ready to place myself into his keeping at a moment's notice. I felt treasured, protected, adored and I also knew that he would not hesitate to use firm control to guide me. I turned my head, smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, I have enjoyed myself, and I would love to continue. If it would not offend you; I would like to call you Master, or Sir"

She had managed to surprise me, and please me deeply. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You may call me Sir, yes. I feel honored to be chosen, this soon in your experience as a sub."

I worried a bit as I held her. This must not be an "on the rebound" reaction, so I tried to reason out how to deal with this, and properly proceed.

"Stella, this experience has been strongly controlling and influencing to you. I am concerned that you might have been over-influenced by it, so we will let it go as it is now. Should you ever have doubts, or have a change of feelings, we can discuss things again."

Rising from the bed, i led her to the shower once again, and we shared a sybaritic time under the multiple heads and steamy warmth. I picked out a sundress and high-heel sandals for Stella, and grabbed odds and ends for myself, and sat down a minute.

"Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

I was relieved at his response to my question. I had startled myself when asking it. The question had just popped out, unbidden.

He pulled me to the shower and we enjoyed ourselves immensely under all the shower heads. By the time we got out, the bathroom was full of steam and my fingers were all wrinkly. I smiled as I combed the tangles out of my wet hair. After blow-drying it and applying light makeup, I joined Chuck in the bedroom and was surprised to see that he had laid out an outfit for me. A pretty sundress and high-heeled sandals to wear; no underthings of course, which was no surprise and I understood completely.

He sat down as I was dressing and spoke to me, "Saturday nights, if we have no special party planned we have kind of an 'open' night for our special regulars and for the staff to play as they wish. There are people who play hard, and some who are just there for the experience. There is some exchange that goes on; people who are into that wear a special wristband, and anyone can always say no, of course."

"I need you to decide now if you would be willing to do so. I'd make sure it was only with safe people before I OK it, of course, but you might be challenged by some Doms. And how would you feel about a female Domme? We have to determine this now."

I thought about it for a few minutes before responding. I trusted Chuck, I mean Sir, and knew that he would not allow harm to come to me. I wanted him to have fun and be proud of me. As for a female domme; I smiled as I thought about it, Jan was wonderfully fun when she worked with me yesterday.

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed to slide the heels on. "Yes, Sir. I would like to participate in your 'open' night."

Moments later, the private elevator doors opened to the great room in the basement. Tom Torquemada had done us up right for the night. There was plenty of equipment out and ready, with good space between for viewers and visitors.

A few dozen of our regulars were there, mostly couples so they would have a partner, but some singles as well. I noticed Sir DB, one of my favorites, and we approached to watch.

"Deliah, love," he spoke softly. "Now that you are bound to the cross, I am going to whip you. Are you ready for your punishment?"

Deliah answered, "As you wish, my Master. Shall I count?"

He confirmed that, and began to stroke with a single-tail across her front from shoulders to thighs. The whip left mild stripes and elicited short grunts of pain along with the count.

We watched for a while, Stella squirming and breathing heavily. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

Chuck (Sir) and I take the private elevator to the basement. It was awe inspiring to step out and see all the equipment set up, some in use, some waiting for players. Sir steered me over to a man and women who were obviously partners. The woman was strapped to the cross, and the man stood to the side with a whip coiled in his hands. He was speaking very gently and softly to her, but the tone was firm and full of promise as he told her of his intent.

Sir and I stood and watched him whip her as she counted off the strokes. She took the pain well, only grunting as she counted. Just watching this was making me wet and I felt flushed. All of my attention was focused on the pale stripes appearing on her. I felt breathless.

I had to mentally shake myself to concentrate when Sir whispered in my ear; "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"

My heart pounded as I tore my gaze away from the couple. I glanced around at the empty furniture. I could see an X-frame, a bondage chair, stocks, whipping bench, standing stocks, a sex sling, a suspended platform, a gyno table and a chain web. I contemplated my choices. I also noticed a bondage ring hanging from the ceiling. Hmmmm, what if I were suspended, and could be approached from all sides?

I turned to Sir and pointed at the bondage ring. "Do you have a rigger who can artfully suspend me?"

The woman asks, 'Do we have a rigger?' Do we have a rigger!!! I beckoned to Tom to come over, let him know what we wish and he got busy at once. The ring was lowered and size adjusted, bonds attached, and Stella bound tightly. She disrobed and put her gown and shoes on a chair, and submitted to Tom's binding. Arms and legs outstretched, the padded bonds are attached to her carefully and she is lifted from the floor a short distance.

Tom turned to his kit, then, and began "enhancing" Stella's natural beauty. He worked for the Westmore makeup empire in LA for a while, and had learned many tricks. He was a wizard.

Stella was raised just a bit more, and put on a slow spin for a while. More of the regulars were arriving, and some of the staff who had not met Stella earlier. All of them stopped to watch her display, now enhanced yet again with some tasteful spotlights. Her beauty was breath-taking.

I picked up a rubber-stranded flogger. The hundreds of angel-hair thin strands would serve to bring a blush to her skin and ready her for more.

After fifteen minutes, her skin was glowing and we had gained an audience. Mistress Eva approached and asked for the chance to use a gentle single-tail; I approved her request and watched her methods. She is very good, and I hoped to pick up some tips.

Eva's sub removed her Mistresses' cape, and ran to fetch us both drinks. The whipping began, and the audience grew. Four other Dominants asked for chances to work with Stella; all were people I knew and respected so I granted the opportunity. A fifth was the guest of a regular, but I pleaded overload from the others on a new sub and he understood. Or I thought he did, anyway.

Two hours later, over half the equipment was in use and there were almost a hundred people watching others play. Stella was still in the ring; we had given her fluids and breaks between players. Now she was slowly rotating, watching the others in the room.

I was truly glad I had refused the stranger. "Master X" was cruel and thoughtless, seemingly uncaring about the sub's condition. I watched him for a bit, working on the regular who had invited him as guest. He was given no breaks, no hydration... and no quarter. "X" was using a harsh whip which he had brought with him, and it was knotted and beaded with metal studs. The sub was exhausted after ten minutes, and there were many places blood was drawn. I walked up between him and the sub, to end the activity.

It appeared "Master X" was too focused on his victim, as he swung and struck me instead. Security was close, and disarmed him at once. I directed them to take "X" into the hall, and accompanied them.

"X" was angry as a disturbed bee hive. "How DARE you take me out?" he shouted. The guards had to hold him tightly, he was fighting to get free.

"You were made aware of the policies of our private club before entering, and signed agreement." I kept my voice soft and professional.

"That stupid pretty boy deserves lots more than I was giving him!" He was almost foaming at the mouth.

I turned to the guards. "Brian, James, help Master X collect his personal effects and into his car. Make sure his voice-print and image are entered into the computer as unwelcome."

Spinning on my heel, I re-entered the room and put the problem behind me. Doctor Jan was already on the job, caring for "X's" victim.

Stella was ready to come down by the time I returned to her; Tom was already assisting her into her heels, but she had her gown over her arm.

I thoroughly enjoy being bound by Tom. I am soon suspended above the floor, exposed for the fun of the dominants. I am pleasantly surprised when Tom breaks out a makeup kit and expertly does my face.

Mmmm I can feel myself being hoisted higher and then set into a gentle, slow spin. I feel like a bit of artwork, swaying gently, with spotlights focused on me. I can't see beyond the lights to count how many people are now in the room, but the murmur of voices has grown louder. I can tell by the sounds that the room is full of patrons. I hope they likes what they saw.

I grunt slightly at the first strike. It has a light sting to it, nothing severe, but as I continue to feel the strokes over my body, I am suffused with a warm feeling. I feel as if I am soaring and glowing with an inner light. The strokes paused and I almost groaned with protest.

I could hear Sir speaking with a woman, but due to all the other voices in the room, couldn't make out what they were saying. I contented myself with slowly swinging around, my blood rushing through my body. I felt so alive.

Sir walks up to me and presses a glass of water to my lips, for which I am grateful.

I next felt a sting similar to a crop, but without the abrupt sting. This sting was more like a caress. I was making soft noises; Oh, yes, mmm, ah sighing and moaning gently. I was arching into it, striving to meet each application of the whip. Oh how wonderful I thought, relishing each stroke.

When that stopped, I received another sip of water, then I felt a crop being applied. Whereas the previous whip brought out soft cries and moans, this one made me cry out a little louder, although I enjoyed it as well. Whomever was wielding the crop was an expert, drawing it out so that I wanted it to last forever. It wasn't so much sexual as it was a heady, intense feeling. The crop was applied everywhere, sometimes hard and quick, sometimes gently, reverently.

The next one used a many-strand flogger. My pussy received a generous whipping, which I dearly loved. I was literally being whipped into a frenzy, and my hips were trying to swivel and hump to gain relief. I was now wanting to cum, but this was sensed and the flogger whipped a path across my back, over my breasts and after I was told to close my eyes, was even whipped gently across my face.

A bare hand was next, and the man spanking me took a moment to slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned and tried to rock my hips, but he just chuckled and said, "No no" removing his fingers to slap and pinch my breasts.

I almost came when I felt the cane strike the backs of my thighs. I could feel the welt that immediately rose to the surface of my skin. I received strokes on my back, ass, thighs, stomach and even lightly on the arms. The man using the cane on me made me hold it in my teeth while he used both his hands to twist my nipples, making me grunt. By now, juices were flowing down my legs and I knew everyone could see this.

After the caning, I was given more fluids, then left alone to gently rotate and watch the other patrons. The spotlights had been turned down a bit and I could now see more of the room. I looked over to see Sir talking to a cruel looking man who was pointing at me. I shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sir shake his head and the man stomp away to whip a small man who seemed to be his personal slave. At each slow rotation, I glanced at the cruel man and saw him beating his slave, drawing blood. He didn't whip the man as if he did it out of love and appreciation for the sacrifice of the slave, rather he whipped as if he were trying to break the man. I cringed at each stroke I observed.

During one slow rotation, I saw Sir step in front of the cruel man to shield the slave. I gasped as I saw the whip land on Sir. Immediately, the cruel master was surrounded by the establishment's security. Within the span of a few moments, he had been escorted from the room by the guards and Sir.

I turned my head to see Jan taking care of the man's slave. I hoped he was ok.

Tom came over and after lowering me, released me from my bonds. He handed me my dress and shoes. I braced myself on his shoulder as I slid my feet into the heels, but left my gown over my arm. I didn't want to make the mistake of assuming I could dress.

I walked to meet Stella, just sliding into her shoes. "I am so very proud of you, Sweet Stella," I whispered in her ear. "Now for a change of pace for you." We walked hand-in-hand to a semi-horizontal rack; she looked at me with pleasure and nodded.

Helping her lay down after she slipped her heels off, I took her dress and found a chair for it. Tom rushed up and assisted me in putting her wrists and ankles into the bonds, and I happily turned the wheel to bring her tight enough for a little tension.

I bent over and kissed her deeply. "You did so well in the ring, attracting as many as you did, pleasing all those Masters and Mistresses. I'm going to help you have a little more pleasure now, and I'm going to have some as well." I picked up a multi-thonged leather whip, about 10 inch-wide strips on it. Working my way from ankles up, I paid special attention to her pussy and breasts. Her flat belly was lovely as a target as well; the pretty stripes laid pink across her flesh glowed in the changing light.

She struggled at the bonds, writhing in pleasure. I tightened the rack a notch, and gave her a swallow or two of gatorade.

A sudden boom across the room, and my two security guards burst into the room, looking odd. I saw why in a second. The guy I had banned had two huge weapons at their backs, and was pushing them ahead of him.

"So!" Shouting again. "Think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?" He began scanning, and spotted Stella next to me, trying to shield her with my body.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

Tom came out with the stuff, moving as slowly as he felt was safe. The rest of the security folks would be here soon, but he had to give them enough time to surround the jerk. I patted Stella, trying to soothe her, but she had to be really scared being bound helpless as she was.

I was excited when Sir led me to the rack. I had wanted to experience it, but it had been in use during the event so I chose the bondage ring instead. I lay on the rack with Sir's help and he and Tom buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I moaned with pleasure as the wheel was turned a bit and I felt the luscious tug-of-war it made with my body.

Sir bent over to kiss me and and compliment me on my earlier performance. I felt a rush of pleasure go through my body at the thought that I had pleased him. He spoke of pleasuring me, and I watched as he picked up a flogger. He started at my ankles, and the first stroke made me jump a little. I was halfway expecting the sweepy sting of a typical flogger, but this one was like a cross between a crop and a flogger. More stingy than the floggers that were used on me earlier, but I loved the feeling as he worked his way up my legs.

I felt like he was making love to me with the flogger. He spent some time pussy whipping me; I wanted to curl my hips up to meet the strokes but my body was stretched a bit to much to do it, making the pussy whipping more delicious because of it. My stomach was next, and I could feel my abdomen fluttering and dancing under the lashes. The heat he was putting on my skin's surface was like he was applying a warm blanket, one stroke at a time; under that blanket my body was a furnace. By the time he reached my breasts and concentrated on them for a while, I was squirming, my pussy moist and moans were escaping my lips.

Sir paused in his ministrations to mmmmmmmmmm tighten the rack a quarter turn and gave me a couple sips of gatorade.

I flinched when I heard the noise. It sounded like a small explosive. Sir turned toward the door but my view of it was blocked by his body.

I heard someone yelling, "So, think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?"

At hearing the harshly spoken words my heart started pounding hard and I could feel my body tremble all over.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

I saw Tom come out of the tack room with a hand full of cuffs and bands. He was moving briskly, but it seemed like it took him a while to walk the 25' to where the staff were gathered. I wondered how he was able to do that. It was fascinating and almost took my mind off of the danger we were in. Almost.

I was comforted a bit when I felt Sir pat my shoulder. My trembling quieted down a little and I took as deep a breath as I could.

My apprehension spiked again as I watched Sir get shoved over to the rest of the staff. He was cuffed and shackled to the rest of them and I worried that there was no rescue in sight. I didn't know how large Sir's security staff was. I wasn't sure if they were all down her, trapped with us or if there were others who were aware of our situation. I knew there were hidden cameras in the room, Sir had told me there were; but I sure couldn't detect any.

I turned my eyes back to the doorway and was completely dismayed to realize the man causing all this was the cruel master who had been kicked out. I watched with abject fear as he gave me a cold smile and then snapped his fingers at one of his men. A large duffle bag was placed at his feet. He was about 45' away from me, near the doorway and my breath started hitching in my throat as I saw him pull a long bullwhip out of the duffle.

I could feel my insides crawl with fear and loathing. He shook it out and walked closer, and closer, and closer. He stopped when he was about 25' away. The full length of the whip was revealed as he shook it out. It was long, incredibly long to my eyes. He swung his arm back and forth at hip height and the whip swished along the floor. Suddenly, he brought his arm up and back and 'CRACK' the whip snapped in the air about 10' from my body. I shrieked at the noise and he laughed. Tremors were making my body quiver and shake all over. I couldn't take my eyes away from the whip.

He advanced five more steps. Again the swishing along the floor. Again the arm raised up and back and 'CRACK' snapping in the air 5' from my body. The fear made me urinate and I was too afraid to be embarrassed. My teeth were chattering as I watched with horror while he took six steps forward.

I knew this time I would feel the whip land on my body. I bit the inside of my cheek hard; so hard I drew blood. I could taste the coppery liquid as I bit and bit and bit to try and keep from screaming. I didn't want to give this cruel beast the satisfaction. The whip swished along the floor, came up and in almost a slow motion effect, I saw the end of it come towards me and 'CRACK' I felt it across my ribcage. It was like being sliced open with a red hot sword. I bit my cheek hard and my head whipped up and back. When the back of my head slammed against the rack, I saw stars. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I felt as if I were turning inside out. My eyes were rolling back in my head and then I felt the second 'CRACK' of the whip. I began to choke on the blood I was drawing and coughed. I know I coughed some up and could feel the warm liquid on my chin.

I heard commotion just as the the whip landed for the third time, but I couldn't hold on any longer, I gurgled out a scream and passed out while choking on my own blood.

I was cuffed and shoved in with the others, and the idiot had MY two guards acting for him, carrying in his stuff! My cell was vibrating like crazy in my pocket; I knew Mom was trying to reach me. Glancing around, I saw the red lights of all the cameras flicking on and off, which meant security was planning their move.

What was happening before me could not let me relax. After scaring the hell out of Stella with a few whip-cracks, he had the nerve to crack it across her skin twice, ripping a bit of skin each time. Stella jerked so hard, her head crashed into the table, blood coming from her mouth. It appeared she passed out.

At that second, eight security entered at once, through the main door, through the private lift, and from four holes in the walls which didn't LOOK like doors. The guards popped into the room and three Tazers hit "X" at once. The bull-whip hit the floor just as he did, and he writhed from the power.

Tom pulled the keys from his pocket and began unlocking us, Doctor Jan first, who ran to Stella and inspected her cuts, then checked the bleeding from her mouth. By that time, I was free as well and directed the guards to put "X" in one of our private rooms behind the wall panels, in strict bondage.

Jan had things strongly in hand, and Stella would have two minor scars from the whip blows. The oral bleeding was simply from her biting her cheek inside, and the bleeding had already stopped. Jan dressed the wounds quickly, gave an injection of some kind to provide comfort and pain relief, and helped me release her.

I picked her up and we headed for the elevator to upstairs. Laying her gently on my bed and Jan said, "She is deep in healthy, healing sleep right now. Let her wake up on her own, and this will just be a minor event in her life."
I asked Jan to stay with her, and went down to that private room, picking up Lance and Mom and Tom along the way. There would have been fifty people with me if we had room; the entire staff was out for "X's" neck at that point.

Stopping to think a minute and to catch my breath, I realized that my mind was not right for this project. Too much revenge was coloring my attitude. I turned to my head bouncer and said, "Lance, you know how to handle this. Find out how he got back in, how he overpowered Brian and James. Take careful notes, Mom, and let's solve the problem forever. Spend as needed, dear heart." I walked away, before earning a homicide arrest.

I went to my office and watched the security feed from that room. Mom did a few things to the naked, bound man that I had not seen done before anywhere except old prisoner-of-war movies. She had him crying in seconds, begging in under two minutes, and cooperative in three. Lance's bulk was there for intimidation, but Mom's evil mind got the job done.

Satisfied, I went back to relieve the Doctor and laid down beside Stella, taking her in my arms and just cuddling her close. I laid there, trying to dissipate my anger against "X", trying to control my agony at Stella's injury, trying to reconcile the events with my obligation to protect my subbie. I had failed.

I came to slowly, aware that I was in a warm, gentle embrace. I felt immediate relief. That meant that Sir was ok, no harm had come to him. But what of his staff? Was everything now ok?

I breathed in a deep sigh and snuggled closer. I felt Sir's quick intake of breath and I braced myself. I had disappointed him, I know. I had given in to that madman's desire for my screams of pain, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"I'm sorry Sir" I whispered to him, hoping that he wasn't too upset with me. "Is everyone ok?"

She came awake, and mumbled something about being sorry. I pulled her closer to me.

"Stella, you were unbelievably brave in what could have been a horribly painful and destructive situation. The bump on your noggin kept you from seeing the end, which happened just after you passed out. "X" is down in one of the private rooms, being worked with by Lance my head guard and Mom, head of security."

I pulled away a bit. "I failed, not you. It was my responsibility to protect and care for you. By not planning on that type of emergency, you got hurt. It was my fault."

My hands moved to stroke and massage Stella, running over her body, soothing and teasing. I ducked my head between her thighs and began to 'eat at the 'Y'', as one of my relatives used to say.

Dear Stella was as responsive as ever, and her thighs grasped my head tightly. I could tell she was close, so I nibbled, hard, on her clit. Arching her body, she came hard.

I was still concerned... and waited for her to relax and discuss it. And to see if she accepted my apology.

His words astonished me, I certainly did not blame him for what had happened and I was relieved that he was not disappointed in me. I smiled at him and he began to caress me tenderly; stroking and soothing me.

I gasped and moaned when he moved down to cover my sex with his mouth; teasing and tormenting me with his well-versed tongue. The trauma of the evening was forgotten as he brought me to a shuddering climax.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, I sensed that he was holding himself back from me. Concerned, I raised myself up on an elbow and explained, "Sir, you yourself just called it an emergency situation. Not all things can be planned for. You must have quite a security crew to have been able to get all of us out of that situation. I would say that we were all quite fortunate and I am proud to call you Sir."

I smiled at him and tentatively reached out to run my hand down his jawline, feeling the light stubble that had grown during the day. I wanted to touch so much more, to show him the same pleasure he had just shown me.

I was pleased and relieved at her response. Laying back on the pillow, I said, "Pleasure me, slave." She started orally, and I pulled her up on top of me, letting her do the work. Kneeling up, she slid my cock slowly into her cunt, gripping tightly with her sweet muscles. The woman obviously paid attention to her Kegal exercises.

Sliding up and down, she rode me slowly. I thought of 'icicles and waterfalls', something an early mate taught me as a form of self-control. It only works so long; the icicles melt and the water starts to boil. Stella's hot body was my playground, as I twisted her nipples and teased her clit with my fingers. I felt her climax several times as we fucked. No... we didn't fuck, we made love. Slowly. Sensuously. An hour. Hour and a half. Some long, indeterminable time. We drifted to sleep, still in each others' arms.

Morning came, and I woke up early for some reason. Easing out of bed, I logged on to security cams and checked on the prisoner. "X" was still in bondage, and appeared unconscious. His body did not show any signs of damage, but I knew Mom had not been cruel. I imagine she used some of the methods she learned when working for that dictator in South America, but I didn't want to know.

Suddenly I realized Stella was looking over my shoulder. "Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured," she said. "I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

I looked at her, a little startled. This was a side of Stella I had not seen before. Vindictive did not suit her, and surprised me a little. I realized how little I knew about her. And how much I cared.

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her deeply. We walked into the playroom, and I put her onto my rack, pulling her more tightly than she had been downstairs. And we started over where we were interrupted.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Sir relaxes and commands me to pleasure him. I happily slither down his body to lick the length of his cock. I enjoy watching it grow longer, get harder under my ministrations. I swirl my tongue around the head and am mesmerized by the pearly drop of pre-cum that oozes from the tip. Quickly, my tongue darts out to lap it up. With a growl Sir pulls me on top of him and I am eager to feel him inside me.

I raise myself up and guide his cock into my cunt, I smile as I watch his face, hoping he is pleasantly surprised by what I can do. Kegel exercises have been a big part of my daily ritual ever since I read an article on ancient Eastern Indian sexual techniques. I make a tight ring with my pelvic muscles and as I sit quietly but firmly on his cock, I make the tight ring slide slowly up and then down his cock. After a few moments of this, I begin to lift my hips up as I 'suck' him with my muscles. As I sit back down, I 'push' him with them, making the sensations more intense for both of us.

I slowly gain speed over a matter of time, synchronizing my pelvic muscles with the rhythm of my hips. We enjoy this for an hour or more as I arch my back while he twists my nipples and pinches my clit. His attentions to my body make me cum several times, building up to a large simultaneous climax with him.

It was the most sensuous experience of my life and I happily drifted off in his arms, safe, warm and peaceful.

I woke up when I felt Sir's absence from the bed. He was at the computer and I walked over to see what he might want of me to start the day. I didn't mean to look, but as soon as I drew near I saw that he was observing the cruel master who had tried to harm everyone the night before.

My anger surged to the surface. I remembered the fear on the faces of some of the subs who were still bound and the look on the faces of the staff. I thought about how easily things could have been worse for everyone. I ground my teeth and startled even myself when I said, Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured, I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

As startled as I was at my anger, I was more concerned about what Sir would think of it, but he gathered me into his arms and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Taking my hand, he led me into his adjoining playroom. When I saw the rack, a frission of fear tingled my spine, but one look into Sir's warm eyes made me relax. I took his hand as he helped me onto the rack.

I was stretched tightly, more so than the other night and Sir picked up the flogger to once again warm me up for more.

I flogged Stella's soft skin slowly, carefully, making sure to avoid any of Doctor Jan's dressings. This was sensuous for me, exciting me, raising my blood pressure. I could feel the flush of pleasure washing over me. And I observed Stella have mini-orgasms as the flogger hit clit or nipple. She was such a receptive slut, and so accepting of anything I offered her. A sensation-junkie of the finest quality. And she was fine!

But it was time to pick up the action. I was interested in some sterner stuff than I could do here in the suite. I released Stella from the rack and helped her to the floor.

"We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

I grabbed a quick shower and sat down to check the preparations for the day's business. I answered five quick messages, read the report by Mom and Lance on the interrogation and approved the security changes they suggested. Some of those changes might be lethal to the bad guys... tough luck for them; my family would be protected!

All was well; Grace and Jim were off today, but their assistants were well-trained and the head chef always was there to make sure things ran smoothly. I checked the status board; we had eleven people off-schedule today because of the holiday tomorrow; they were traveling to be with family. Plenty of staff to cover; I emailed a few about special plans I had for the day. I would need four of them for assistants later in the day.

Tom surprised me by being awake; he'd been up late, cleaning up the mess. I got him at the table with Doc, sharing a meal.

"Hey guys? If you'd like, you can come to the basement in a while; something special is going to happen to our invader." We discussed the exact time, and both had good ideas as to what might happen. Some short laughs and we disconnected.

Stella fell into 'present' before me, eyes depressed. I touched up her position a bit; she was not raising her bust enough, or tilting her pelvis forward quite enough.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts." Grabbing clamps with one hand, I teased her nipples to hardness. The clamps were of the Oriental style, which tightened with added weight applied to them. She hissed with each applied clip, and again when I hung two ounces of weight from each.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide, your fingers laced behind your neck. Breasts forward, just like that. Perfect." One more clamp found its home on her pleasure nub, with two more ounces of reminder there.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

The flogging Sir gave me was glorious. The multiple lashes were firm caresses that slowly stoked the fire within. The strokes I enjoyed the most were the ones that landed on my clit and nipples. A stroke to the nipples and I could feel the sensation shoot through my body; making my abdomen twitch and my pussy throb. A stroke to my clit made my leg muscles jump; making me want to fuck the lashes as they landed. Sir whipped several small orgasms from me in this manner and I was flying high,

After some time Sir put down the flogger and released me from the rack. As he led me to the other room he explained, "We'll bathe, then do a good job with douche and enema clean out. Get some fluid in you, and gather three bottles to take along. When you are finished, I'll be on my computer waiting for you."

The two of us showered quickly, I stayed behind for the douche and enema cleaning. I did a thorough job of it and then brushed my teeth and drank some water. After grabbing three extra bottles of water for our ‘adventures’ I rejoined Sir in the living room area of the suite.

When I walked into the room, he was laughing with someone on the phone and I got into the submissive position at his feet. He hung up the phone and reached out to raise my chin higher, pressed my shoulders back while pushing my chest forward and then he made me tilt my pelvis more towards him.

"Slut, you must learn to keep those tits up high. I have a couple reminders to help you put that foremost in your thoughts."

My face turned red at his statement. I felt honored that he would take the time to teach me the proper way to do something. I wanted to please him more than anything.

I watched his fingers tweak and pinch my nipples, until they were standing out proudly on my breasts. He applied a clamp to the left nipple; ssssssssss mmmmmmmmm I hissed in both pleasure and pain. He applied a clamp to the right nipple and again, I hiss. The pleasure/pain increases as he hangs weights from each clamp, making each clamp’s bite more severe while they pull at my breasts.

"Stand, Stella. This is a new position for you, "standing present." You will spread your legs shoulder-wide (I stand and spread my feet until they are shoulder width apart), your fingers laced behind your neck. (I reach up and lace my fingers at the back of my neck) Breasts forward, (I thrust out my breasts, arching my back) just like that. Perfect."

He crouches down and I feel his fingers on my clit, pulling and tugging. I moan and suppress the urge to rotate my hips. sssssssss, oh wow, Goddddd yessss. Aaaahhhh he attaches a clamp to my clit and then hangs weight on it. I can feel my juices flow from the sweet torture that the clamps are providing.

"You may dress now in a loose sundress or such, sandals, no undergarments. We are going down to the playroom to face some fears."

I hurried to the bedroom to complete the task, weights swinging from the clamps. I quickly dress in a billowy sundress with shoulder straps that tie, and place sandals on my feet. Once back in the living room I face Sir and do the ‘standing present’ position and await further instructions.

Standing up, i took her in, walking around her. Stunning, glorious. The bright yellow dress went well with her skin color and hair. My heart leapt at how much I was getting attached to this woman. Her willingness to please, her attitude about learning, her trust; this was indeed a special submissive!

"Come." We walked down the hall to the elevator, and went down to the basement dungeon playroom. Tom had taken care of it as I had asked, and set it up identically to Saturday night. He and Doc were waiting by the rack.

"Go to Tom, Stella, and let him get you onto the rack and bound in place. He and Doctor Jan will get you started; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Striding out the door I went down the hall to the room where "X" was held. He sat on a bench there, naked and upset.

"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch. You have no right to kidnap me."

"Kidnap?" I laughed. "You entered this place under your own power, using force to get in... and I have it all on video disk. Like a copy when you leave? The Police Chief, the local head of the FBI, and the Mayor all have their own copies. I'll even send one to your boss and to your family, if you like. Of course all those copies will have pictures of how Mom made you cry last night, begging her to leave you alone."

He stood up, as if to threaten me. I pressed the button on the box in my pocket, and he was down on the floor, writhing.

"How....do....you....do....that?" he gasped.

"I'm here to tell you what is going to get you free. Tonight, my subbie is back in the same place, on the same rack. YOU are going to crawl in, hands and knees, and beg her to forgive you for last night. Then you will take the place of your sub from last night, and my staff will take turns whipping the shit out of you. Not nearly the same as you did to him last night; he's in the hospital now, and his condition was just upgraded to "fair" from "serious". You hurt him BAD last night, and you have never even asked about him."

Pacing now. I was upset at him. "You broke into MY HOUSE!" I was shouting. "You endangered my FAMILY. But most important, you injured a **GUEST** of mine, and someone I happen to care about a great deal. So you are going to do just as I have stated, or you will be back in this room, with Mom." I saw him shudder.

Pulling him from the floor, I got in his face. "You going to cooperate, asshole?"

He answered by getting to his hands and knees. "Yes, sir." Like pulling teeth, but it came out.

A few moments later, he was crawling into the big room, and Tom had tilted the rack so Stella could watch along with the rest. "X" went to each lady, then to each man who were there, apologizing on hands and knees. Then he went to Stella.