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The trains are an absolute nightmare. I have called Master to say I will be an hour late, now I am stuck at Watford Junction. I have been ten minutes late.... even fifteen and received equal number of strikes of the cane or the belt. My mind is already starting to race wondering “Will my Master still be nice to me or treat me harshly? What if he canes me, surely it will not be 60? Ouch!” Even the thought makes me wince and every muscle in my bottom clenches which must be drawing some attention on this  crowded train. We are a mile away from the station. Quickly I position myself near a door praying that it will be the right side for the platform, “shit!” some tourists with waist high suitcases have just queued beside me! “Cool, it’s the right side”. Safely in the taxi after one of the fastest sprints of my life, I read my Masters texts they fuel the nervous anticipation inside me and bringing a smile too. Finally I have arrived at the dungeon and hurriedly dressed for my Master in a PVC dress with holes in all the right places, no underwear and really shiny high black heels.

I am knelt on the flogging bench ready to be strapped into position. My lips touch the base of Master’s ear and slowly kiss down his neck. It feels intimate, his skin is warm and soft like the fresh cotton shirt he is wearing. Mmmm, I relax down to kiss his forearm and run my lips along his hand. Circling his index finger around my mouth before taking it deep inside, hoping his cock will be next. I sink to the bench like putty in his hands willing him to spank me, flog me, cane me, in fact do what the hell he likes to me. My body belongs to him. My toned back muscles tense and release to Master’s teasing touch. My mind can sense his indecision. How to most deveiously use me as a toy for his sadistic and sexual pleasure.

The straps on the bench entrap me, I feel a distance grow between us, the reality that fully defenceless to his will, for as long as he desires, sinks like a weight deep within me. My dress is slowly lifted to expose my flesh His hands lightly trace out the area for possible attention. The three ‘air’ swishes of the cane are his trademark signal to me the thickness of the implement.  The adrenalin flow I love so much in the random ‘waiting zone’.  “Ouch!” the cane is sending a sore cutting sensation deep into my flesh, my cheeks muscles involuntarily tense and my back arches, forcing me into the ideal position for Master’s next strike. My mind is indecisive it’s willing my mouth to say “STOP”, but my body is just craving for more and more. Even with the thigh restraints holding my cheeks firmly apart and lots of cool air-flow, I can feel the moisture grow. Strike by strike the pain is replaced by a sensuality which gradually releases the desire. The desire for more and the desire to please Master. Soon the two dozen feared have become the two dozen deserved, providing a hunger deep inside for more that only a true submissive can appreciate.

I have been honoured to receive far more with aid of the flogger, paddle, crop and tawse then finally the cane again. My bottom feels fuller and the muscles beautifully swollen. I can still feel the tingling sensation from the tawse, deep to the bone, it’s really strange. For a small piece of leather it can certainly pack a fair clout. Master has stopped? But he hasn’t released me? What next? Surely he can’t expect me to take more?

Mmmmm, Masters hand just stroked over my red hair sending a shiver down my spine. He has taken hold of my pony tail, pulling it to raise my head back. Spaced, I looked into his eyes. They are a window into a creative mind. His lips forcefully fall upon mine, slowly cool refreshing water passes from his mouth to mine, followed by the warm and full sensation of his tongue. I can not only smell his body close to mine but taste him inside me.

Released at last from the floor the dungeon, lights are bright against the ceiling almost like a sky at night. There is little time to feel the sensation of every cane welt against the carpet before the Tens machine starts to tingle inside me. My hands are moving down squeezing my hard nipples, caressing and tugging my breasts and sliding down my torso the tens power is increased and the waves have taken control of my body from my mind. Breathing deeply and rapidly my mouth feels dry, I reach back and grip the leg of the bench as if it is the only thing keeping me in this world while my body enters another. I glance down at Master. There is a temptation to turn over and present to him my masochistic streak missing him being in contact. My body’s orgasms are uncontrollable I have no more to give. Every muscle in my body aches from pumping itself dry.

The full length of Master’s cock is now reaching deep into my throat, I feel the full strength of his pelvic thrust and his body rests over mine as he fucks my face like an object. I really want to please him. He looks after me and satisfies my needs. I can feel his cock growing harder and harder in my mouth, its warm soft skin over a hard solid shaft that feels like iron. Our bodies are working as one. The muscles in his body contract into themselves as I feel the creaminess and warmth of his cum fill my mouth. I feel honoured to swallow the refreshment provided.

Tired and exhausted I turn onto my stomach, the TENs still as control over me as I furiously masturbate on the floor before him until he decides otherwise. My state of self consciousness appeared and vanished with a second. My nipples and clit both feel really hard. “Please Master can I cum?” “Yes” “Thank you Master”.

God I feel spaced even more than ever.............

Part two on its way xx