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.