The Bookstore Adventure

It's Sunday morning about 3 A.M. and I am getting ready to head down to the local adult bookstore. You know the ones. Got the viewing room that's got everything you need (a couch & roll of toilet paper). I enjoy self-bondage, I normally do this at home, but I like to get out every now and then, and just thinking about it is a rush. I already have my hiking boots & white socks on and am putting on what could best be described as my daisy duke leather shorts. Not bad for a guy. Been told many times that my legs are great looking, and with my tan and the fact that I shave my whole body. Well!! I am wearing a sleeveless warm up shirt with pockets. Got to have pockets, how else can you carry hand-cuffs/ball gags and such.

I lay out my things. My driver's license and cash. Cannot carry my billfold due to the things that I have to carry. I put on my cock and ball chrome cage and then put the lock on. The key stays here at home to insure that I do not cum while at the bookstore. Handcuffs go in one back pocket and the ankle cuffs go in the other. Keys to both go into my right front pocket. I decide that I will use the penis gag instead of the ball gag and I am going to take a couple of nipple clamps. I remember that I am suppose to go over to a friends place later & play some more and I had told them about the black canvas straight-jacket & discipline hood that I had purchased from The Stockroom. I mean self-bondage is fun, but with straightjackets or mummification, it's nice to have a partner to help make it more enjoyable. So I lay the things out to make sure that I put them in my truck.

One last check around the house, and just for a moment I thought about calling and leaving a voice message on my friends phone to tell them where I would be, but since I did not expect anything out of the normal to happen, so I chose not to leave a message. Turned out to be the best thing or the worst thing I could have done, depending on your mind set. I checked the mirror to make sure how I look and even though the cock and ball harness makes a pretty good bulge on the shorts, the jersey covers it up. One last look and I am out the door. Little did I realize that many of the things I had dreamed about were about to come true in the next few hours? What's that saying about be careful what you ask for, because you might get it. We'll see!

I decide that I need a hot cup of coffee, so I swing into the local quick stop store. I daydream about what and how I will enjoy the next few hours. I like going to the particular store. They seem to have more video's showing all the BDSM that you could ask for, plus they carry a very large selection of toys for our enjoyment. I have a pretty good little home dungeon, but you can never have enough stuff.

As I pull into the parking lot, I note that it seems like a pretty slow morning. Not may cars in the lot. I park and do another check. Yep, all toys are where they are supposed to be. As I get out, my cock is trying to burst out of its cage. It hurts, but it feels good. I adjust myself and go into the store. I am very aware of the short shorts I have on and I notice a couple of guys checking me out. They are not too sure about me. My leather shorts and boots are one thing, but I forgot to mention my long bleach blonde hair, which I have in braids (corn rows) and a couple of pretty good size ear rings. They cannot seem to figure if I am there to give or receive (good blow job). Neither can I. My best guess is that I am Bi and I can switch roles Dom/Sub, but my true calling is to serve and be a slave, or at least that is what I am looking for again. You see I had lived the life of a slave for seven years and them my Mistress passed away. Since then, I have been like ship without a destination. Always moving, but never hitting port. But I keep sailing!

After looking at the new toys that are in place, I head toward the viewing rooms. I recognize the owner of the store and we make eye contact. For some reason, I cannot pull my eyes from him, he looks different this time. He is dressed in Leather pants and boots and a black tee shirt and leather vest. I also notice that he is wearing a leather wristband on his left wrist. Now I understand why this store carries what it does. The owner is a Dom!! My mind begins to race. The possibilities here could be endless…I know he is married, but maybe they takes in strays

I get to the viewing area and begin to look at the movies that are showing in the rooms and also noting what kind of folks are hanging out. I call this the trolling mode. But hey it could be me doing the same thing later. As I said earlier, it was not crowded in the parking lot and it's the same in here. I can remember the times at this store and others. Between meeting someone here to play in a room or to meeting someone for the first/last time can be exciting. I remember standing outside one of the rooms and could hear someone being fucked and spanked at the same time. The one voice was muffled (my guess either a gag or a cock) and the other one was not quite shouting. I tried to enter, but the door was locked, so the best I could do was listen. Boy was I envious of the people in that room. That night I had to go home and jack off I order to take the edge off. Sure would have liked to been the 3 ^rd person playing there.

I decide to go to the viewing room at the end of the hall next to what looked like an office. It had a different type door; my guess was that was where they kept their books & video's. I would find out later what was REALLY in that room. I enter the room and lock the door. First I go over to the T.V. and put some money in the machine and begin to look at the different channels. I am beginning to really get in the mood. It seems that there are more videos of my liking than normal and I keep channel surfing. They run the gambit. Male Dom's/Female Dom's, bondage, CBT, cross-dressing. I settle on the French Maid/Cross Dresser who seems to stay in bondage and is required to serve both male/females. Right up my alley!

Now begins the change. I begin to remove the cuffs/gag & tit clamps. I remove my jersey & my shorts. I am thinking that I want to keep them clean, so I put them up on top of the T.V. monitor mounted up on the wall. There is a pretty nice couch, so I sit down and try to calm myself down. I first put the cuffs around my ankles & ratchet them closed. I then put the penis gag on & buckle it tight behind my head. I really like the feel and it also allows me to breath. I pickup the tit clamps and places one on each nipple. I have to work on these since I have some 8 gauges looped captive ball nipple rings. I really enjoy the rings, but it makes putting clamps or clothespins on a. little tougher. Finally got them in place. I check the tightness of the gag and clamps and pickup the handcuffs. I click one link on my right wrist and while I am sitting on the couch, I put my left hand behind my back. Just as I lock the left wrist closed a COLD chill ran though my mind. THE KEYS!!! As I stood up my eyes made contact with my clothing setting on top of the T.V. How could I have been so careless? Talk about being in deep shit. What was I going to do? My mind begins to try and figure out what to do. I of course pull on the cuffs and try to push the gag out of my mouth, with no success. What did I expect? I began to kind of laugh at myself. I mean why did I come here? Did I want self-bondage? Yes! Did I get it? Maybe more that I wanted. Remember what I said about being careful what you asked for. I had money in the machine and I sure as hell was not going anywhere for a while. So I figured the best thing to do was sit back & enjoy the movie. What I did not know was that while I was watching the video, someone was watching me. Turns out that they had some very interesting things in mind for me. I began to enjoy the video & became hotter and hotter. I did everything I could to get some relief, but none was coming. My nipples began to throb and between having a piss hard on and just a good old fashion hard on, I was beside myself. How do you spell relief??? CUMMMMMMM. My jaws ached from the gag & it seems like the temperature in the room was getting colder. I mean I got goose bumps on top of goose bumps.

I had put enough money in the machine for 2 hours worth of movies, but the more pressing concern, was what was I going to do? It would be a little tough to unlock the door & walk down the hall to the front desk with nothing but my birthday suit. I could sneak a peak and see if anyone were close and try to get their attention to come into the room and get me out of the fix. No guarantee on that one either. My best bet was to let the movie finish and when I did not leave the room, someone would come in to either clean the room or check the room out. Having decided that this was the best plan of action, I sat down, and got a comfortable as possible and began to watch the movie.

I woke with a start. Its still bone chilling cold, but now the room is pitch dark. I could not see my hand in front of my face that is if I could put my hand in front of my face. Nothing had changed. Nipple was stiff from the cold and hurting from the clamps. My balls feel like two water balloons about to burst from lack of relief. Sure would like to get the penis gag out!!

I am just about resigned to go open the door to the hallway & take my chances, when the door bursts open. I must have made a pretty sight trying to get behind the couch to hide. What modesty!!! I mean here I am almost as naked as the day I was born, with enough body jewelry and bondage gear on to let anyone know that I am just a LITTLE KINKY and I am trying to hide. Its funny how the mind works! I hear a man voice, which I recognize as the owners. He tells me to stand up & not go anywhere or cause any problems or he would call the police. Dress the way I am, I am neither going anywhere nor going to cause any problems and he knows that, but I am sure that he is just insuring that I know WHO is in CHARGE!! He wants to know what I am doing and how did I get this way? I kind of roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. He closes the door and walks over to looks and me me square in the face and says, SLAVE why are you still standing!! Assume the position!! Without a moment's hesitation, I take the position that I have taken so many times before in my past. My mind is going in a thousand different directions. For the first time in seven years, I feel a belonging that had been missing in my life. I do not know where this encounter will lead but at this moment, my only two thoughts are in pleasing Master and the unbridled joy and sexual excitement I am feeling. He begins to tell me of having watched me for a while and said that he had a good laugh too when he saw that I had left the keys in my shorts. In fact to prove the point, he walked over and took my cloths down and put the keys down in front of my face. He then told me that since I had decided to use this room for play and since he had been watching me get worked up he was going to remove my gag. I was told not to say a word. He removed the gag and I tried to get some life back in my jaws. He then said that he was horny from watching and that I was going to service him. I heard him undoing his belt and I heard the zipper being pulled down. As he stood there naked from the waist down, he instructed me to look at his cock. He appeared to be about the same size as mine with a mushroom shaped head. I also noticed that he was hairless. He told me to scoot forward and to lick my lips and to take just the head of his cock with my lips and to use the tip of my tongue to work the slit. As I followed his instructions, I became even more aroused and the cage on my cock was doing a good job of keeping me under control. I could tell that he was enjoying what I was doing, because his cock seemed to be growing. He then instructed me to slide forward as far as I could. He said that he wanted to see how skilled I was at giving head. I regret to say that I am not yet a member of the deep throat club. He sensed that and said that he could see that I had some serious training coming, because he liked his slaves to be able to service him and any other men as good as any woman. How was I going to be trained? I took that as he was going to allow me to see him again. I did not realize just how soon that was going to be and for how long. He seems to be enjoying what I was doing, because I felt him put his hands behind my head and began to face fuck me. He said he liked the braids as it gave him a good handhold. Boy was he right!! I then felt him beginning to pulse in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum. As he began to shoot he pulled his dick out and began to spray my face like a water hose with his cum. I could sense that we were not done and I was right. He stepped back up to me told me to open my mouth and placed the gag back in place. He said that since I was going to be busy for a while, that he was going to move my truck around back. I guess he had seen me pull in and he pulled the key out of my pants. He then walked over and pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. You know, the ones that the airlines give you on flights. He then instructed me to get down on my stomach. Just before doing that, he took the nipple clamps off and I almost cried. The pain was so intense. I had not put them on real tight, but my guess was that I had worn them for over three hours…. Guess it's a good thing that my endorphins are working like at time and a half!!!! Wow!!! As I scoot down on my belly the cock cage become a little bit of an issue, but I feel a hand reaching down and putting it in a better position for me. A very considerate Master. I then hear him tell me to bend my legs back and I realize that I am fixing to be in the classic hog-tied position. When he is done, while I am reasonably comfortable, I can rock back and forth, or lay on my side, but Master has not told me I can, so I won't. He then tells me that he is going to move my truck and to not go anywhere until he gets back. What do you know? He is a comic too!

Don't know how long I lay on the floor, but I hear the door open, but this time I can hear two voices! I recognize Masters voice, but I do not know who the other person is. Master first said that he liked the bondage equipment that he found in my truck and was looking forward to seeing it modeled!! But he said first things first. Since he noted that my cock sucking skills were lacking that he was going to begin my training now. I figured that with that he would be releasing me and putting me backs in a knelling position. Nope, the next think I feel is someone scooting towards me with their legs on each side of my body. Still did not know how this was going to happen, but I was fixing to find out. I then was told that my gag is going to be removed and again to not say a word. They take my gag off and I again work my mouth trying to get some feeling back. I begin to feel the legs getting closer to me, kind of rocking back and forth. I can smell the male scent getting closer to my face. I am then instructed to rock to the left & I feel him rocking that direction also, at that exact moment his cock pops into my mouth. As we rock back to normal, I realize that I am trapped on the head of his cock. Because of my position & with his legs keeping me stable, I am gagged with a REAL penis gag. I try and pull my head up enough to remove the cock, but that's not happening. Master interrupts my efforts and explains that this will begin my training. He tells me that this effort will help me learn how to not only deep throat but to learn to breath through my nose. I do not understand how this will happen, until I begin to feel steady pressure being applied to the back of my head. I cannot fight it so my only choice is to begin to take more and more of the cock into my mouth. When I reach a point where I try to resist, I feel more pressure being applied. This is all done very slowly and I will feel the pressure let up and I will slide back up as much as possible. I can feel that my breathing is getting better, but I am still fighting the gag reflex. A couple of time my teeth scrapped the man I was sucking and I received a pop across my butt with some type of belt. Just enough to let me know that I am doing wrong. He keeps working my head up and down and then holding that position; I sense that I am getting closer to the base of his cock. All of a sudden, my mouth is driven all the way down and I gag for just a moment and then I realize that the tip of his cock is in my throat. I focus on breathing through my nose and I sense a real effort on his part as he is holding my head in place & driving his cock up into my mouth like a piston. I feel his legs tense and he hold my head all the way down. Now I am beginning to have problems as my nose is right up against his belly & my mouth is full of cock meat!! I think I am either going to pass out or barf all over the place. But neither happened. As he begins to cum, he backs my head back to were I am now a vacuum for his cum. He tells me to start working my tongue around his cock…. I hear someone clapping there hands, and realize that Master has been watching the whole time. As he removes himself, I am left lying just like I had been. I am so horny it's beyond words. I cannot relieve myself and I am certain that Master is not allowing that to happen either.

I hear them leave the room briefly, but the door reopens and I hear Master speaking to me. As he takes the rope holding me in a hog-tied position off and instructing me to scoot back to the couch, he begins to explain to me my options. He then instructs me that he is going to ask me some questions and that based on my answers, he will decide what will happen. Then the questions.

Master-Do you want to be a slave?

Yes Sir

Master-Do you live alone?

Yes Sir

Master-Does anyone know where you are right now? I want the truth.

No Sir

Master-When will you be missed?

3 days from now, Sir

Master- I see

Master-If you agree, you will remain under my domain for the next 72 hours. At that time I will decide weather or not you are a suitable replacement slave. Do you agree?

Yes Sir.

Based on your agreement, then we have a very busy 72 hours ahead of us. First I am going to allow you to stand and since our first stop is going to be your home and I want to be there before daylight, you will need to change. I am going to remove your handcuffs, but first I will begin to get you ready for travel. Since you had some things in the truck, I figured that you were going to be using them today; I just speeded up the process.

Master begins to remove the blindfold and I see that he has my hood. Its leather with lacing up the back and a locking collar. It also has a removable pear gag and blinders. As he pulls the hood over my head, but before he begins lacing, he clicks the blinder in place and puts the gag into my mouth and I hear the snaps clicking. When he is done lacing the helmet, I feel like I have a second skin on. I feel the collar being tightened and I feel a lock being closed. So much for getting out of this. I then hear the movement of rough fabric and realize that he is undoing the buckles on my canvas straightjacket. He comes up behind me and for the first time I feel him against my body. He places one hand on each shoulder and speaks almost at a whisper telling me what he has planned for me next. I feel the handcuffs coming off and he instructs me to hold my arms out in front. I feel the rough sleeves sliding up both arms coming over my shoulder. I am then ordered to drop my arms to my side. I feel him as he tightens each of the five buckling straps down the back. I feel a slap on the inside of each of my legs. I spread my legs wider. I know what is next. As the crotch straps are pulled up between my legs & secured in the back, this jacket is great in that there is two straps so that the cock and balls and ass are totally accessible. I fee my left arm pulled thought the front strap and then the same is done to my right arm. I wiggle around and just at that time I feel the buckles being pull behind my back. Well here I am almost deaf dumb and blind. Master instructs me to raise my left leg & I feel my leather shorts being pulled up & then my right. He pulls the shorts up and I feel him snap then on. I am not sure how we are going but I am about to find out.

I feel him hook what must be a leash to my hood and I am told to follow. I can tell that we walk out the door and to that storeroom, or at least what I thought was a storeroom. It's really his play/office room. I hear him sit down and he asks me if the address on my driver's license is accurate. I nod yes. His comments about modern technology make me realize that he has looked up the address on the computer and is printing out the directions. Guess the ball is rolling. We head out the door and I realize that not only are we going to my house, but also he is taking my truck. He opens the back door and helps me climb up in the back. He then buckles me in. Like I need any more bondage. And we are off!!!!

As Master starts the truck, my other senses begin to come into play. While I cannot see or hear well, it would seem that my sense of smell is more heightened. I smell a fragrance that would tell me that a woman was in the truck and I begin to feel a presence next to me. About then Master must have noticed me and said, Slave I would like to introduce you to my Wife/Slave Linda. I am sure that she would say hello if she could, but just so you know she has a penis gag in her mouth that makes yours real small. He then instructed her to reach out and stroke my body. I feel a small pair of hands that must have been cuffed together running from the top of my hooded head down to my legs. She seemed to be seeing with her hands and it hit me that she must be blindfolded also. She seems to linger around my waist and all of a sudden, I feel my belt being loosened and the zipper of my shorts beings pulled down. No one is saying anything and I try & raise my hips enough to let her pull my shorts down. With the seatbelt on its almost impossible, but we are making progress. Just when she reaches into my shorts & I guess she was expecting to be able to grab my cock in her hands, all she got for her effort was a caged penis.

We hear Master laughing in the front and I hear him tell Slave Linda, that he enjoyed the little show and was glad to see that his Slut Slave was living up to her billing. He said that he could see where his work would be cut out to keep us in line. The rest of the drive to the house was in silence & just a little sexually frustrating for at least two of us.

When Master stopped the truck, he again reconfirmed with a description of the house and I nodded. He said that he was going to open the door to the house and that he would come back and help us in. I hoped that it was still dark out. I mean people in the neighborhood know me, but then again they really DO NOT know me. Some things just have to stay in the closet. I hear the door open next to me and I hear Master talking to Slave Linda. It gets quite and a few minutes later Master returns for me.

After getting into the house, I hear Master lock the front door. Now being in a more familiar surrounding, I can almost navigate through the house, even being bonded the way I am. Master leads me to the den and then we turn into what I know is my version of a Dungeon. The room is about a half again as large as a normal den. The entire room is painted black including the windows. The floor is bare concrete; there are four different pad eyes that are bolted through the frame in the roof. So you can hang anything from them without fear of coming down. I have a full size bondage bed. The headboard is bolted into the wall, into studs and there is about a two-foot length of chain attached to each corner of the bed. There is a VCR and a Bose sound system. I mean you have to have some good Enigma or Butt Boys play music!!.

I hear Master-making note of the room. About then, I feel him moving me deeper into the room and all of a sudden, I feel him attaching something to my collar. It dawns on me that I am now attached to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. I test that theory out and in just about a step and a half I confirm my suspicions. Master must have been standing right next to me as I feel him take a hold of my chin and turn my face toward his. He said that since I was his for the next 70 or so hours and since it was almost light out that we would be doing our early BONDING here. Ah, nothing like the comforts of home!!

As I get settled in, I can hear activity over by the bed. Just then I begin to hear music playing and what sounds like someone is being released from the cuffs and stuff. I hear Master ask Slave Linda if she would like to use the restroom, before the next round begins. I hear her say yes sir and then footsteps across the room to the bathroom. I too would like to use the restroom & I guess he could tell from my body language as he instructed his slave to help me. Since I still had the cage on and no one was releasing me from my bonds, I knew that I would be required to sit on the toilet. But at least I was getting to go.

When we came out of the bathroom, Slave Linda was instructed to reattach me to the chains. Master then instructed her to remove my shorts, boots and socks. She seemed to take great pleasure in doing that and was doing everything she could to get me more excited. As she was undressing me, she told Master that I was clean shaved. He asked me if I was completely shaved, saved my head. I shook my head yes and he said interesting. As she was taking off my boots and socks, she then made another report to Master. She told him that I had pretty red painted toenails. He then asked if I was a dresser? I again nodded my head yes.

After all my lower body was undressed, I then felt her putting ankle cuffs on me. After a couple of moments, I felt her patting the inside of my legs. I understand that she wants me to spread my legs and I feel the spreader bar being attached. As I am trying to adjust to my new position, I feel a pair of hands putting some type of binding around my balls. Since I am wearing the cage there is very little room to work, but I begin to feel a steady tug and then all of a sudden I feel a constant pressure in my balls. Feels like I have just been anchored to the bolts that are in the concrete floor. I try to stand up just a little straighter and am brought to an instant halt. Guess I am in my new comfortable position for a while.

I can hear what sounds like someone disrobing and then I hear Master instructing Slave Linda to get on the bed. He begins to do a running dialog, I guess for me, since it seems that all he wanted to do was raise my frustration level. Master was describing what Slave Linda looked like and what he was about to do to her. Seems that she enjoys waxing and cloth pins, both of which I have plenty.

Master tells me that he is now securing her to the bed. The room becomes very quite and Master begins to tell me how and what he is doing to his Slave. Seems that his intent is to have two very aroused slaves as he beings to play her like a musical instrument. I can hear her as her breathing becomes more rapid and load and the moans and groans only add to my frustration. It's bad enough to know that someone is being brought to the edge and your close enough to touch, but not only can you not touch, but also you cannot even see. It's amazing what kind of picture the mind can create. As Master takes her to the top over and over, I am almost beside myself. My poor cock is trying so hard to escape the cage. The pressure in my balls and the pressure from the cage itself are pushing me higher and higher. As I hump the air in attempt to get some relief, all I accomplish is to further my frustration.

When it appears that Master had worn out Slave Linda, I hear him walking around the room and he is explaining how, since I am hosting this shindig that he would be remiss in leaving me out on the fun. I hear him over around the area where I store my electrical toys. I have a violet wand, an anal probe, a TENS unit (nerve simulator) and some massage tools. Not a bad collection and they are all fun, although they can be rather painful.

While he is looking though the toys, I try to figure out what Master might use. Since I am still in my straightjacket and have not cleaned out myself that kind of eliminates the first two. I also do not picture Master using any massage tools on me so I am guessing that he will use the TENS unit. I feel a pair of hands unlocking the cage and removing both the cage and the ring itself. I now know what toy Master plans to use.

If you have never experienced a nerve simulator, it is a nine-volt devise that has a pulse rate, speed and interval setting. The devise has one lead that split into two separate leads which are then attached to the skin by two small patches that have a self sticking material on one side. In normal use the devise is used to stimulate muscle contractions in order to work out stiffness or tightness in a persons body. But I also know that it has another use. I trust that Master is experienced with this devise, while it will not do any permanent damage, depending on where and how it is used can be either very exotic or very painful. I am about to find out.

I feel a warm washcloth on my cock and I hear Master say that he would not under normal circumstances take care of this chore, but that since Slave Linda was tied up at the moment, there was little choice. I knew from experience that he was cleaning the area that he intended to connect the leads. The cleaner the surface (skin oils) the better the connection and the better for the current flow into the skin. All these things told me that Master was experienced with this toy.

I felt the pads being placed on my cock, one just on the underside just below the head and the other on the top but at the base of the cock. I waited for the first signs that Master had begun. I stand very still, for I know that Master can only tell at what level of pain/pleasure I am experiencing from my body movement. There is no sound of a flogger across your back or the redness left from the whip, just the body movement.

It seems like it took forever for the first pulse to hit my cock. Thankfully Master was being kind as I felt a slow steady pulse begin to run between the two leads. As the power increases, I begin to move just a little bit, the pulse increases again and I begin to move or sway around more. The movement is useless since you cannot get away from the electrical current. Master begins to play with all of the knobs & I begin to feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and I go from standing almost perfectly still to almost jumping out of my skin. At times it feels like my cock is being stung by thousands of bees, and the very next moment it feels like a large hand or vice is squeezing my cock so hard that the head of my cock is about to pop off like a cork top. I am jerking and twisting & beginning to feel every part of my body trying to remove those nasty lead wires, but no luck. Just when I feel that I cannot take anymore, Master begins to use the devise like an electrical jack off tool and I go from Hell to Heaven in an instance. I am sweating and having trouble breathing in the hood, but that all disappears as he beings to bring me towards a climax. My cock feels like a very warm and powerful mouth is swallowing it. I am reaching the peak and am making all sorts of noise and just as I reach the top and am ready to explode, the feeling is gone!!!

As I being to catch my breath and realize that the current is turned off and so am I. The only feeling is the after effects of the tens unit. I feel a tingle and know that my cock is like super sensitive right now, but that it would appear that there is no relief coming. If someone would just touch me a couple of time, I would just explode. But I do not think that will happen. At least not for now.

Master said that he enjoyed my dance, but that I needed some work on some of the steps. He also said that we all needed to rest a bit. That he wanted everyone rested and ready for the rest of the weekend. I feel Master removing the spreader bar and then the chain from my neck. As I stand there, I feel Master putting the cock cage back on. I am told to stand there. I can hear master doing something with Slave Linda.

Master is getting us ready for some rest, but I doubt that either one of us will get much sleep. My hood and straightjacket are removed and as my eyes adjust, I finally get to see Slave Linda. She stands in from of me and her hands are cuffed behind her back. She is about my height and about average build; she also has her nipples pierced like me. I know not to speak, so Master speaks for both of us. He explains that he is going to put us to bed for a little rest and that he has a couple of appointments that he needs to take care of. He offers both of us a sleeping pill, which I really did not want to accept, but I knew that I had little choice. After downing the pills, Master began to make us ready for bed. My hands were cuffed behind my back and we were both instructed to get on the bed and face each other. Master then attached short chains from her nipples to my mine. We then see a two-sided penis gag. First he puts it on her and then pulls my head towards her face and then I am gagged. A large strap running around our waist pulls us closer and then our ankles are tied & then attached to each other. Then as I watch him blindfold her, I know what will happen next.

As the room becomes dark from the blindfold and as the sleeping pill begins to do its work, I wonder what lie in store for me and this very warm soft body that I am attached to. Have I been too trusting, or will my trust be rewarded with a Master who cares like my late Mistress. I can only hope.

When I woke, of course I tried to move & could not. I could not see nor speak and it took me a moment to come out of the fog created by the sleeping pills. As my senses began to come back, I became aware of the fact that Slave Linda and myself were still connected. I could tell that she was awake due to the movement going on. I think we both woke up about the same time and were trying to come awake and stretch at the same time. Of course that's dangerous when we are connected the way we are.

We heard Master say that it was about time that we sleepy heads wake up and get ready to meet the world. He then explained to us that we would be going out and that we would need to get ready. Master of course said Ladies first, even if they are slaves. I was hoping that we would both be released, but I knew better. I was left laying on the bed with everything still attached to me. I heard Master explaining to her how he wanted her dressed and I heard him say that he had found a very nice French Maid outfit with all the attachments, including the 6 inch platform heels, in the closet along with some interesting photos. Not sure where this would go, but guess I will find out at some point.

Seemed like I lay there for hours. Guess, there are some things that stay the same regardless. I must have dozed off again, for I was brought awake, with a very strong hand across my backside. Before I could move, I must have been hit three or four times. As I am scooting around on the bed, Master instructs me to move to the edge of the bed quickly and to sit up & remain still. I then feel a pair of feminine hands removing my gag. I did not realized just how sore my jaw was. I am instructed not to speak, but just to work my jaw around in order to get my feeling back. I am not sure I could have spoken even if I had wanted to.

As slave Linda is undoing my bindings, Master is addressing me. Seems that he had been doing a little background check on me to either confirm or deny the info that he had on me. Master is telling me that he has determined that I am for real, and that I have and did in fact live the life of a slave, and that my Mistress had met an untimely death. He had found out that I had removed myself from the scene and that I still felt collared to her, even after all these years, and it was only just recently that I had tried to get back into the scene.

Master said that he understood my anguish, but he also said that he felt that my Mistress would want me to continue the lifestyle. He said for that, I will determine in the next few hours, if I might be worthy enough to join his stable.

While I was digesting what Master had said, my eyes took in slave Linda for the first real time and she was stunning. She was encased in a black PVC cat suit. She must have had at least 5-inch heels on her feet. Both her wrists and ankles appeared to have metal bracelets that locked and about a six inch wide metal belt with rings all the way around the belt. She was also wearing a very large O-ring gag. It was then that I noticed her tongue piercing. The only skin I could see was around her mouth and eyes. I sure had some ideas on how to use her tongue piercing, but I am sure that Master would not approve. Or maybe he would, but it would of course be his idea.

Master brought me back to the real world when he said that he thought that since we were both slaves, we should look as much alike as possible. I thought that would be great except, I knew that I did not own a PVC suit, so I was at a loss on how he would accomplish this. It was then when Master began to pull the different size rolls of black shrink-wrap from out of the closet, that I understood how it was to be done.

I was instructed to take a hot soaking bath, and to insure that I shaved my whole body. He instructed slave Linda to assist, but warned her that while it was ok to play with me, that under no circumstance was she to allow me to cum. In fact he changed his mind and had me hand cuffed with my hands behind my back and slave Linda had to do the bath and shaving. He also warned her about getting wet. If I had thought that Master played me like a musical instrument, I was equally shocked at how well slave Linda read my body. I was developing the worst case of BLUE BALLS that I had experienced in years. My balls must have weighed at least a TON, or at least that's what it felt like. And of course she spent far too much time cleaning that area. While she was cleaning the head of my cock, I watched in shock and excitement, as her ringed mouth approached my cock. I watched as her tongue darted from behind the ring to lick at the slit in the head of my cock. I almost jumped out of the water. Her small hand grabbed the base of my cock and I continued to watch as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I felt her tongue or more specific the tongue piercing running down the side of my cock. How or why I did not cum has nothing to do with my abilities, but rather her control over me. Great, not only does Master have control of me, but also so does his slave wife.

Arriving back in the dungeon, just a little worse for the wear, we awaited the return of Master. When he entered the room we were both in the proper slave position. Master made no reference to either one of us for several moments. He then went and check the bathroom to insure that it was clean and then had slave Linda stand and inspected her for water damage. Both the bathroom and she passed inspection.

Master then spoke to me. He instructed me to stand. I was to hold my arms out away from my body and with my legs spread and my eyes closed. Master told me to make a fist and I felt the wrap begin its journey up my arm to my chest. The same of course was done with the other arm. I then felt the shrink wrap around my ankle working up one leg to my butt. Then the same was done to the other leg. I then felt it as my chest was wrapped down to just above my cock and balls. Someone, I guess slave Linda, took a hold of my cock & balls and seems to pull them back and between my legs. I then felt the wrap being pulled between my legs and around my butt, thus securing my cock and balls in a rather uncomfortable position. I felt something pressing against my lips and I assumed that I am to open my mouth. It felt like a sponge or something similar was being forced into my mouth. I then felt a couple of wraps around my lower face and knew that I was rather well gagged. Something like cotton balls were put over my eyes and in my ears. A couple of wraps around the top portion of my head with the shrink-wrap and I could tell that other than my feet and my nose, I was a black shiny slave.

I stood for several minutes before I heard or felt anything. I felt two different sets of hands. A strong set of hands hold my upper body and then Master instructs me to raise my left foot. I then felt my foot sliding into what must be my shiny black six-inch plat form heels. I felt the strap being buckled & then I was told to lift my other foot.

I enjoy heels as much as the next slut, but when you cannot see, it becomes dangerous. I really had to focus on standing still. I guess we were now dressed and ready to go. Wrong!

While I was trying to gain my sense of balance, I heard Master instructing his slave wife to get the still camera out of the bag. Seems he wants some pictures of his handy work. I heard a couple of clicks and then was told to stand up straight and to put my feet together. I felt a small set of hands holding my arm to steady me. I then began to feel the shrink-wrap being wrapped around both of my legs and being worked up my body. When the wrap gets to just below my waist, I heard Master say to put my arms down to my side. If it were not for that small pair of hands I knew that I would fall, but thankfully she was there. As the wrap is worked up my body, he stops at the top of my shoulders.

I stand teetering on a pair of very high heels and I am trying to figure how I will be going anywhere. I mean its like X marks the spot. I might as well be nailed to the floor. I heard Master coming back into the room. I felt something pressing into my back and shoulders. He tells me to lift my heels and stand on my toes for just a second. Just as I feel something hitting the bottom of my feet, I lost my balance & start to fall backwards. But that is what Master had wanted. Seems that he had a furniture dolly and I have now become a piece of somewhat kinky furniture. As I am being secured to the dolly, Master tells me that both of us will be riding on this extended trip in the bed of my truck. I had never thought that the Tonneau cover I had put on my truck would be used to protect two bound slaves.

I stay on the dolly for what seems like a long period of time. It gave me a change to take in my emotions and feelings. While my feet were beginning to ache some, the prevailing feelings were of extreme erotica. If someone were to check my brain waves right then, I am sure they would be all over the map. I was scared, but excited. Its like that feeling when you know that you want to experience something, but there's that all consuming fear yet the thrill of the hunt or completion is overwhelming. I enjoy the total restriction, but yet want to be free. I am so horny and turned on right now, that I can hardly stand it, but yet I have not control over the events, and even that is a turn on.

The house was quite; I could only guess that Master was loading the first bundle in the truck. My suspicions were correct, for I hear him walk in, and as my dark world tilted backwards, I began my short trip to my truck. It takes Master a bit of time to get me positioned in the truck. The best that I could do to help was scoot like a worm. I feel straps being put across my upper and lower body. The tailgate closes and I hear the top come down and lock.

As Master pulled out of the driver way, I could keep up with were we were for a bit, but then he entered the freeway. After a short period of time, between the movement of the truck and me unwinding from everything that had happened, I must have gone to sleep. The next thing I remember is the sound of people talking, and it would seem that they are talking about us. About that time the top is lifted up and the tailgate dropped and we know that we have reached our destination. Whereever that is.

There seemed to be an awful lot of activity around the truck, once the tailgate went down. I felt the straps holding me in place go slack and then I heard them removing slave Linda. A few minutes later the same was being done to me, but since I am a tad bit taller and heavier, it took a little more effort. Once they had me standing, I heard a new voice that instructed me to again stand on my toes. Again, I fell backwards onto the dolly and began a trip somewhere.

I was wheeled for a good bit on a paved road or walkway and I could tell by the sounds that we had entered some type of large building. The peoples footsteps reverberated throughout the building, I guessed that we had entered some type of warehouse.

When we stopped moving, and before I was put upright, I felt some type of belt or strapping, wrapped around my arms and waist area. As I tried to steady myself, I heard several click like sounds of either locks or hooks being attached to all sides of my body. At least they were making sure that I did not fall over. Being deaf dumb & blind on 6 inch heels can almost guarantee a fall.

I could hear people talking, there seemed to be at least three or four other peoples voices I could make out and of course if there are any other people in a similar condition that I am in there could be a couple of more, hanging around somewhere.

I felt the shrink-wrap being cut away from my upper and lower body. As my skin became exposed to the air around me, I began to get rather cool, due to the all the perspiration from the wrap. The people seemed to be ignoring my high heels and my face. Guess I was going to stay in the dark a while longer. I could hear someone making sounds next to me and I got the impression that there was someone standing next to me in similar condition. I guess someone felt sorry for me for I was being toweled off and that helped take the chill off.

A bit later, I felt the wrap on my face being removed. I was told to push the gag out of my mouth and that was pretty hard to do because of the amount of time my jaw had been forced open, but I did manage it. When the wrap came off my eyes and the cotton removed, it took several moments for my eyes to adjust. I had been right about being in a warehouse and had also been right about other folks being in a similar condition to myself.

From where I stood, I could see a rather young male, about my height, but of slighter build than myself, with almost feminine features. He was naked save for his metal collar, which was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse. There was also a female who was also naked, but in far more severe bondage that the young man. She seemed to be from the Far East, maybe 5'5" or 5'6", but with the position she was in it was difficult to tell. She was wearing a training harness with both gag and blinders in place. She was wear at least 6 inch heels, but she was kneeling with a strap going from under her high heels, and around her thighs, thus forcing her into a squatting position. What made it extreme was the single arm sheath that she had on behind her back that was attached to an anchor in the ceiling, pulling her arms upwards. I felt very sorry for her. What I did not see was that she was also wearing two very active plugs, which seem to keep her right on the edge. I am sure that it also helped her forget the painful position she was in.

Hearing a door open, all three of us tried to turn in the direction of the sound. I saw Master and slave Linda. With them, appeared to be both a Master and a Mistress, or at least the way they were dressed would indicate that. Both of them were very striking people. People, who in even a NORMAL environment would command respect. They both seemed to be around 6' tall. They both appeared to be people who worked out regular and both knew that they were hot looking.

The Master was dressed in a black shirt (long sleeve) black stretch jeans, and the bulge in his pants, had to indicate that he was packing some serious hardware or hard something? The motorcycle boots finished off his clothing. He was of course clean shaving and in fact had a very shaved head. What really caught my attention was the bullwhip that he had rolled up in his right hand. Wondered who was going to get to enjoy that. Guess we would find out later.

The Mistress was attired in what looked like black and red PVC clothing. The bright red pants, looked like someone had used some of that liquid latex and just rolled it over bare skin. She had about 4 inch stiletto boots that stopped just short of her knees. The jacket was a black and red mix with a very high collar & a plunging neckline. It too was longed sleeve. She had very short bleached blonde spiked hair, but her eyes were almost black and sinister looking. I would not want her mad at me.

I hear Master talking to the other Dom's and then all three of us are unhooked from the chains and released enough that we could walk/waddle. We were taken a short distance and entered a room. As we entered the room, it looked like a play area, in that there were some strange looking chairs with straps and rods attached to the seat. Also there was an oversize four-post bed that had mirrors covering the entire ceiling above the bed. All three of us (slaves) are trying to figure out what's going to happen next. There was some very erotic music playing and many scented candles burning. Our wait was short lived.

The Mistress, spoke out as she began to undo the bindings on whom we learned was slave A. Mistress had indicated that she had just taken position of her from a Master in the Michigan area. Seemed that theirs was a long distance affaire and both Master and sub were looking for someone closer. According to her Master, while she was rather young and inexperienced, he had felt her passion for this life style and wanted her to grow not only as a woman, but also as a submissive. No one spoke about the young male slave; in fact he was taken from the room just after we entered. Not sure where he was going.

Mistress then indicated what was to happen next. Mistress wanted slave A to experience the pleasant side of this life. Mistress said that this slave had never experienced multiple orgasms. Slave Linda and my self's job was to bring her to that point. The down side is that we have been instructed not to cum ourselves. Also we were going to be hampered, because our hands were going to remain cuffed behind our back.

While Mistress was laying slave A out spread eagle on the bed, she indicated that we could talk for just a moment so that we would be prepared to do her slave right. Mistress was also putting a blind-fold on her & removing the gag & the plugs. Looked like we were going to be given total access to all parts of the body. Mistress indicated that she was leaving the room, but would return and that yes everything that was happening was being recorded, so we had best perform well.

Slave Linda and I had decided on a plan of attack and we both eased up on opposite sides of the bed. While our hands were cuffed behind our backs, there were enough chains attaching the cuffs to allow us to use our hands some. We began to ease up on the bed towards her face.

We started out by kissing around the blind-fold and kissed her cheeks. Then we started by using our tongue to make a trail from her face to her ears. We both began to use our tongues to fuck her ears. As our hot breath and even hotter and wetter tongues began their assault on her ears, we felt her beginning to wiggle and moan. We then began our little vampire play on her neck. We would both nip at her neck and then do a kiss and then a tongue. Slave Linda and myself leaned across her body and kissed each other. Our tongues were almost in a duel. We both wanted to force our tongue down each other's throat. We could tell that slave A could hear us and it was driving her even further into the heated arena that we were in.

After a very heated exchange of kisses, we went back to work on slave A. This time however, we began our assault on her nipples. We both took a very deep breath. We began to breath out very slowly, we aimed our breath at the nipples, and just the breath alone began to raise the nipple up, like an island rising out of the ocean. As the nipples got longer and harder, we both took a nipple each with just our lips and then began to use our tongue again to tease the nipples. We then took our lips and began to suck the nipple trying to pull it away from her body. We both knew that we were having the desired effect, because the wiggles and moans were increasing. Her breathing was become very loud and ragged. The Mistress was right; this is one very hot slave.

At this point, Mistress came back into the room, she saw our efforts and knowing that we could do a better job if we had our hands, she released them from behind our back and relocked them in front. Poor slave A was now in for a very hot and horny time.

With the use of our hands, the assault on her body intensified. Slave Linda scooted up and as she swung her leg over Slave A's face, she began to tell her what she expected from her. About the same time I knelt between her legs and began to us my tongue. She did not have much hair so it was easy to zero in on my target area. As I began to spread her lips apart, I could feel her body reacting to what she herself was doing to Slave Linda. I felt her body jerk the first time I put my tongue into her hot dew pot. Her body was beginning to produce a healthy amount of sex juice and perspiration. The two were mixing quite well on my tongue and lips. In spite of the candles, the aroma in the room reaped of SEX.

While we were fast approaching a very strong climax, our goal was to push her way past the normal limits. When slave A peaked the first time, we both stopped what we were doing and just watched. Her effort to get loose was valiant, but in vain. Just as she was beginning to calm down, we began our assault again. This time however, she was going to get to taste a cock and experience a females tongue on her love button.

Since we both had instructions not to cum, I knew that I would have a job cut out for myself. As slave Linda began, her efforts were already being felt all over slave A's body.

She began to tremble again and I could feel her body stiffen again, as another wave came over her. I allowed her to get though that part of the roller coaster ride before I put my cock up to her lips. Part of that was self-defense, for she was almost screaming at the last climax.

As I eased my cock into her mouth, I just let her work on it at her pace. I did not want to take away from her other emotions. She seemed to enjoy using her tongue. After a little bit, I began to take just a little leeway with her. I very slowly and gently began to fuck her face. Not deep and not hard, but enough for her to know what was being done to her.

This seemed to turn her on even more and I was almost afraid that if she climaxed again that I would come up missing so body parts. Just as she reached her fourth or fifty climaxes, she kind of gripped my cock with her lips and was trying to stifle her screams. The vibrations on my cock were almost too much. Just when I thought that she had pushed me too far, her lips relaxed. I realized that she had passed out from the efforts of too many orgasm's too close together.

About that time the door opened and all three Dom's entered the room. They looked at slave Linda and myself and instructed us to go take a seat at the end of the bed. They seemed pleased with our effort, for they all had smiles on their faces.

Master approached us and spoke to slave Linda first. He told her how proud he was of her efforts and that he would reward her later. He then spoke to me and said that since I had also preformed well, that he was going to allow me to spend some time with the male Dom. Master indicated that I might want to rest for a few minutes. It would seem that the other Dom was suppose to be very good with different floggers and whips.

My eye's lit up, for if the new Dom was good with those tools, then maybe I could experience again the total release and unbinding of my mind and body, that I had experienced before. I also wondered how good he was with his other tool?

After about twenty minutes, the door opened and a very attractive blonde came into the room. She looked like a hooker, due to the super mini skirt, halter-top, and those good old fuck me super heels on. But she also looked very familiar. She came over to me and said. Don't you remember me? I kept shaking my head and she said you and I were hanging around the warehouse this morning. Remember now? My eyes must have gotten very large, for she had this laugh and said that things have changed since this morning. No kidding. She looked good enough to eat!!! A true trans-gender.

She said her name was Sissy, and that her Masters name was Master Z. She said he is from Europe and his name is so hard to pronounce that he just went by either Master Z or Mr. Z. She said that she had been with Master Z for four years. She said he is a good and fair taskmaster, but did not like mistakes and was very upset with today's BDSM people and their lack of proper protocol. Master was of the old school and expected a Master or Mistress to show proper respect and responsibility for owning a slave. He was a firm believer that when doing any scene that it was important that both parties gain a measure of enjoyment. It was his choice as to how much and when, but that a happy and content slave would be a good and loyal slave.

Sissy indicated to me that Master Z had sent her to me to prepare me for the next venue. She handed me a pair of leather ankle and wrist cuffs. She then asked me if I have a SAFE word? I said yes and that the word was PICKLE. She asked if I had ever used it to stop a scene. I answered no. Sissy looked surprised and asked how heavy I played during a flogging.

I started to explain that the people that i had played with in the past, looked at a flogging/beating scene like a cross country or marathon event, not a sprint. I would be strung up for several hours. The Dom's would start off slowly with somewhat light leather floggers and during the remaining time begin to build not only the pace of strokes but would keep changing equipment until my back and shoulders would be seeping body fluids and blood all down my backside. It would normally take a week to ten days for my back to heal enough for me to safely play again.

She asked me how I could play for so long and I told her that after about fifteen to twenty minutes, much like a runner, I would get into a mind set, where I began to move my mind outside my body and begin to direct the pain away from it center and direct it to other parts of my world. Once I was there, unless someone or something interrupted us, I would ride a wave of super emotions. I have tried to explain what those feelings are like. But it's difficult. You are letting yourself go, both physically and mentally. A conductor, who is building up for the final verse or note, is playing your mind and your body like a musical score. When you reach that point, it's as if someone has put a plug into you and literally drained all of your strength and emotions from your body. I would just hang in the cuffs and when taken down would curl up in a fetal position.

We had spent too long talking and Sissy indicated that I was to follow her and to hurry, that it would not be good to keep Master Z waiting. As we entered the next room, I could see what looked like a doorframe in the middle of the room and what looked like bookends. As we got closer, I noticed that the bookends looked very female, even in their all black attire. I had to guess that it was slave Linda and slave A. They were totally encased in black thin rubber. There seemed to be some type of pole that was between their legs. It appeared that they were straddling some kind of devise and could only guess that they both had at least one plug and more than likely two plugs in them. I could see no arms, so I guessed that they were bent behind them. I could see no outside straps of any kind, but there was no movement out of either one of them.

As we got closer, Master Z entered and I just drooled. Master was wearing black leather pants, with a front snap crotch pouch, and boots. He was bare chest and had a single nipple ring in his left nipple. Master looked very well oiled and in the mood. Master instructed Sissy to put me into position in the frame. After I was strung up, Master stepped in front of me. He took the butt end of a flogger and ran it up and down my body, much like you would do with a feather. It was having the desired effect, because my body began to respond. My nipples were getting stiff and so was my cock. Master noticed that and reached down with a gloved hand and gave my balls a good squeeze.

Master Z stepped back and instructed Sissy to come down and to kneel in front of him. Master said that he always liked a little head before doing a scene. Sissy was well versed in this as she reached up and began to unsnap the pouch. When the pouch dropped a flaccid but well shaped cock was in front of her face. As she began, she started by taking the cock in her hand and kissing the head. After a few moments, I watched as she then took just the head into her mouth. I could tell that she was licking the head in her mouth. As Master Z cock began to grow, I noticed that Master Z had a barbell piercing at the base of his cock, where the sac and cock meet. About the same time, Sissy took the entire length into her mouth. By now Master is really enjoying himself. This went on for some time and it just made he hotter and hotter. Abruptly Master Z withdrew from Sissy and said that was enough.

As Sissy worked on getting Master Z's cock back within the confines of the pouch, the lights in the room began to dim and I began to hear some very heated music playing. Master Z came up behind me. I felt his body up against mine and both of his hands reached around and grasped both of my nipple rings and began to twist them oh so slowly back and forth. He whispered in my ear that I was his for now and that I was about to begin on a journey that I had not traveled in a long time. About that time a ball gag was forced into my mouth and before I could recover, an old style OBA (Oxygen Breathing Apparatus) with the lenses painted black was pulled over my face and the straps pulled tight.

For a moment, I began to panic. Gagged the way I was I could not use my safe word even if I needed to. About that time, I again felt and heard Master Z whisper in my ear. As he was speaking, he put a tennis ball in each of my hands. Master explained that if I needed him to slow down, to drop the ball in my left hand. I was instructed that if or when I reached a point that I could not endure any more to drop the ball in my right hand, but to be sure for it would end at that very moment. Master explained that since I did not belong to him and was here as a guest that this time he would honor my limits. He then added that based on what he had been told that he did not expect that to happen for quite a while.

Even though there was music playing in the room, it seemed very quite and still. All my senses were listening or anticipating the start. I did not have long to wait. The first blow caused me a start. Not from the pain, but just from not expecting it. It felt and sounded like a softer leather flogger, but with a little weight to it. The next blow was a bit harder. It seemed that Master Z was intent on warming me up for a bit. I would guess that Sissy had passed that bit of information to Master Z at some point.

The constant changing of equipment by Master Z, kept me guessing, but also was doing a very good job of getting me to where I wanted, no needed to be. He would switch from a single flogger to a two handed attack. Then a flapper and then a thumper and then back to a flogger, all the time changing the power and frequency of the blows.

I noticed that the music and the beating seemed to match. It was really as if Master Z was a music conductor and that the music, my body and the beating were all part of the program. I did not know how long I had been strung up, but I could tell that we were beginning to get more serious. The heaviness of the tools Master was using and the power that was being applied was having its desired effect. I could tell from the blows that my muscles were aching and felt tight, from constant striking. My back felt very hot compared to the rest of my body. I was concerned that I would not be able to last as long, but did not want to be a disappointment to anyone.

Just about that time, I felt what must have been a rabbit fur glove being moved softly on my back. I mean my goose bumps had goose bumps. It caused me to move about, just as if I had been struck by a flogger. I heard Master Z chuckle at me. But just as quickly the hardest blow that I had been dealt so far struck me. Its suddenness and power caused me to rise up on my toes and stretch my arms as much as I could. Four or five more quick hard blows and I was laboring to breath and had begun to move about within the chains.

My trip had begun and as I was moving about, I felt not pain, but a feeling of peace. My body was showing that I was still very much on earth and reacting to the beating, but my mind and spirit were beginning that wonderful journey. I was beginning to moan and in spite of the pain, I was feeling very aroused.

All of a sudden the trip I was on went into warp drive. I felt, no heard the pop of a single tail and something that felt like a bee sting on my back. That was followed by a rapid succession of pops and stings. I never seemed to be struck twice in the same spot, which just kept fueling me higher and higher. Master Z was a Master with the whip. I kept climbing and climbing. Somehow, I still clung to the two balls as I was racing to somewhere; I had not been since before my Mistress had passed away.

As I began that climb up the final trail, I honestly felt like I was floating on a cloud. I knew that I was almost at a point of a brain overload. When I have reached that point in the past, I do not pass out, but I come very close to it.

All of a sudden, I had a very powerful sensation in my groin area. It would see that Master Z had something else in mind for me. I felt a very wet and soft mouth taking my cock deeper and deeper into their mouth. Even with my Prince Albert, they were beginning to deep throat me. As the blows on my back seemed to gain in force, it caused me to force my cock even deeper into that person's mouth. I was apparently going to be brought to a physical and mental climax. I hoped my heart was up for it.

My body began to quiver and I was becoming very weak in the legs. I was at the point that I could not focus on either the sex part or the pain part. Just as I felt a very sharp strong pain in my back, I also experienced an eruption, as my cock exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms that I had felt in some time. Neither my body nor my mind could take anymore. I remembered dropping both of the balls, but that was it.

When I woke up, I was lying in the bondage bed in my dungeon. I thought I had been dreaming. As I began to try and move, I realized that what had happened was not a dream. I had a t-shirt on and it was stuck to my back from the blood and body fluids, and I could hardly move. I was very confused. How had I got back home and why? Had I failed the test? Had I done that poorly? I sat up on the side of bed and tried to get my legs under me. I rose and gingerly walked into the kitchen area. There on the counter was an envelope addressed to me. I was torn between anger and hurt, but I knew that I had to read the letter. I decided that I needed to shower and put on a clean shirt first.

After the shower, I felt better and was in a better frame of mind about the letter. The worst that had happened was that I had experienced a couple of days that were almost worth writing about. Anything beyond that would be great.

I opened the letter. It was addressed from Master, but I could tell that slave Linda had written it. He expressed his pleasure of having played with me and hoped that I had carried that same feeling to this point. He was however very candid about my becoming property of him. Master was totally committed to slave Linda and were he looking to add a male to his stable, he would have no problem with adding me, but at the moment that was not an option. However, Master Z and the Lady Dom had asked him about me.

His letter closed with a private phone number to him, with instructions to contact him two days from now. I was to inform him, if I were interested in a follow-up interview with either of the other two. I already knew my answer and was already counting the hours until I placed that call.

I was growing tired and went into the dungeon and lay back down on the bed. I began to thing about with being with Master Z and Sissy or Mistress and slave A. Funny, but I had not heard the Mistress, called anything other than just Mistress. Well maybe I will get to find out. Instead of counting sheep, I was reliving the last 72 hours. I fell into a deep and happy sleep.