It was the start of another beautiful day, until I got summoned to chambers. The knock on my door and the two hulking male “escorts” who informed me of Mistress’ wishes made me nervous and wonder. My Mistress was upset and I had no clue as to why when I was promptly led to her.
Knocking softly, begging entry into her domain, I kneeled with head bowed to the floor, answering her summoning as trained. Her sweet voice gently rang out; my sadistic Goddess beckoned me to her feet. Scurrying, I quickly began applying lips to boot in an attempt to appease my One. She was my life, my love, and my world. To have her angry or upset with me was inexcusable, something I dreaded more than death itself.
Two massive hands grabbed my arms, effortlessly lifting me to my feet and held me firmly spread in place as Mistress rose and stood before me. A black pillowcase hood was pulled over my head and tightly secured in place before I heard her voice. Her tones were calmly sadistic. Her words chilled me to the bone. Then I heard the staccato clack of her heels and knew Mistress was directly in front of me.
I felt the cold steel of her blade against my flesh as my "girly" pink tank-top was pulled upward slightly from the matching panties and I knew I was in trouble. The flat of the blade danced as Mistress spoke softly. I knew she meant business and had something dreadful in mind for this slave.
I was blinded to her desires as Mistress tingled and teased my flesh, drawing the cold steel across my nipples before slicing the tank from my flesh. The shredding noise surprised me as well as her ferocity in doing so. I could do nothing except stand as trained and wonder as the remains fell to the floor. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, my ears perked, hoping to home in on any sound.
Mistress’ talons softly touched my chest, lightly grazing my flesh before she raked them downward hard and fast. I winced and nearly crumbled, crying out in surprise. My muffled cries fell on deaf ears I knew all to well when I felt a hand on my waistband and Her cold steel against my thigh. She teased, shaving the blade slowly up the outside of my thigh coming to rest just underneath a seam of my “panties”. I barely heard the audible slight snicker that escaped from her lips when I felt the blade begin slowly shaving its way closer towards my manhood. I froze, not daring to twitch a muscle, as Mistress danced her steel to and fro only mere millimeters from my most valued possession that she totally owned.
Feeling Her grasp the front of my very girly briefs, Mistress tugged them slightly downward; Her blade was still pressed against my inner thigh, still dangerously close to my hardening meat. And why wouldn’t it be. I was before the woman I worshipped and loved and she was “playing” with me. With another slight tug, my swelling serpent emerged, dancing rhythmically before her.
The steel was removed as were my panties, falling into a heap around my ankle. I knew I was bare for all to see. I felt a slight breeze as I heard a movement; Mistress grabbed my hood and pulled me close as she whispered in my ear.

“MMM, just the way I like you slut, feeling vulnerable, hard, and naked before Me.”

Licking my lips in anticipation and fear of the unknown, I meekly responded, “Yes Mistress.”

“But I am NOT going to tell you what is in store for you, preferring to let you experience and appreciate them as things happen slut. You will be tested today, your limits found, and your desire to please Me known.”

I listened keenly to Her sadistic yet melodious voice, scared and excited. I had thoughts race through my mind of Mistress’ cruelly loving touches. My arms were forcefully grabbed again and I was led, stumbling blindly along, to the implement of Mistress’ choosing. I was quickly bound on Her sawhorse bent over for Her “amusement”. I heard chains rattle as my hands were locked in place and felt a thick leather strap pulled and tightened across the back of my neck. Bound with nowhere to go, my heart and mind raced wondering of what was to come. Vulnerable was one word that kept running through my head. Not a good place to be if Mistress is upset with you. Hearing the tap of Her heels and feeling a wisp of air pass my vulnerable backside, I knew Mistress was close…and ready to begin.

WHOOSH…CRACK!

Rivulets of sweat broke out on me as the terrorizing sound of Mistress’ whip exploded like a gunshot mere inches from my hooded head. I froze up fearing the worst with my vulnerable backside puckering up well past its limits. Another deadly crack detonated even closer and the leather from Mistress’ well oiled whip came to rest on the flesh of my bare back. I felt its full length, sprawled out somewhat coiled nearly covering my back completely. Mistress’ slowly pulled the whip teasingly down my flesh, slithering it slowly down through the crack of my backside with every inch of its menacing length through my pucker as it slowly worked its way onto the floor behind me and ready for Mistress to direct again.

WHOOSH…CRACK! Mistress found Her mark…My left shoulder blade!

I winced, half stifling a scream of burning pain as the smooth leather crept its way back down along my flesh again. Seeming to have Mistress’ thoughts in mind, the whip dragged itself sinfully through my pucker bringing a sense of unease and erotic curiosity with it. But I could not worry about that right now as I tried dealing with the stinging pain that was etching its way deep into my soul.

WHOOSH…CRACK! Mistress again found her mark…My right shoulder blade!

If I was not bound bent over Her sawhorse, I would have surely collapsed as I again screamed out in pain and surprise. The whip bit hard feeling like it was trying to eat me alive; starting with my shoulder and arm. Whimpers and sobs began flowing from under my hood. There was a clack of Mistress’ heels and I suddenly felt Her talons on my bare backside seductively clawing their way up my body. She pressed down hard on my recently whipped flesh when I felt Her finger pressing hard on my rosebud.
I heard a muffled snicker as I felt Her finger poke and prod my most private of openings testing me and my “willing” spirit. She pressed on, and my pucker slammed shut; clamping down tightly on Her invading digit prohibitively with each and every poke. This brought about another cackle from my Mistress, only spurring Her on further. It was then that I knew just what She meant by my limits would truly be “widened” and tested today.