I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well.

s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I'm not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn't always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle.

M: I finished my newest toy a few days ago. Pure, mechanical carnality. It has 2 motors, one for each detachable dildo, with individual speed controls. It is on a multi position stand that can be raised, lowered, and rotated so they point to the front or can be swung straight up. I can even adjust the depth of thrusting independently. s has NO clue how strenuous our session will be for her today!

It is 11:02 and she is still in the shower. she'll pay dearly for that one. Oh well, more excitement for us both. It also gives me a little extra time to prepare. I have left "The Bull" in plain view. I can't wait to see her reaction to it! It is quite intimidating, and for visual impact, I have placed two dildos on it that are larger than she's ever had in her pussy, much less her tight little ass.

I just heard the shower turn off. It is 11:06. s is really in for a rough time. I hate being made to wait. I'll let her choose her punishment.

s: The shower felt so good. The last part of the Ritualistic shower is a "preparation" of my pussy and ass. It consists of one finger for each, along with masturbation ALMOST to orgasm. I almost lost control. I did that once, and somehow, M knew. It hurt to sit down for three days after the belt and hairbrush spanking that was my punishment for that.

Oh SHIT! It's 11:06. I'm in trouble! Maybe if I enter the bedroom on my knees and suck his cock, I can get out of the punishment. The punishments always feel good, but I pay for them for days! I can't rush through the rest of the Ritual though. If I miss something, I'll catch more punishment for that, after receiving punishment for my tardiness.

"Dressed" may be an overstatement here, but I am dressed... Collar? Never worn one before, but it was in the "Kit" and I know better than to present myself partially dressed. Gorgeous cupless bra? I love the way it feels, leaving my tits on display, but also lifting them up. I'm starting to enjoy some types of discomfort in certain circumstances, and the bite of this style of bra fits the bill... Freud would have a field day with me. Cheap, slutty, see thru, throw away panties are so uncomfortable, but hey, at least he won't destroy another pair of my Viccy's. The stitching is coarse, and rubs my already wet pussy in a not totally pleasant way. Then, there are the boots. They scream kinky slut so loudly that I'm afraid the neighbors will hear! Black patent leather, 3.5" coffin shaped heels, and enough rings in them to suspend a piano.

M: I just heard the bathroom door open. As the door cracks open, I expect to see her thinly veiled pussy at waist level. Instead, I see a high ponytail. Cute... she thinks being contrite will ease the punishment! I'll let her play her silly little part here, then she'll still be sorry.

she walks toward me on her knees, with her hands behind her back. I see her falter, then her eyes open widely. she has seen "The Bull"... her jaw goes slack when she sees the size of the TWO huge members attached to it. I'm smiling in anticipation and amusement when she looks at me silently begging and slowly shaking her head. I just held her gaze and dropped the smile.

s: My God!?! I know He is not planning on fucking my pussy with that huge dildo?!? And there's no way the other one is going to fit in my ass! He'll split me in half.

FOCUS! Do not show your fear! He is so unreadable when He is like this. Time to try to prevent the punishment that I know I have earned. Keeping my head slightly bowed, I walk on my knees until my mouth is in front of his bulging crotch. As I reach up to unfasten his belt, my hands are knocked away.

M: "You do NOT touch me without permission!" "You know this, why did you try anyway?" she quietly replies that she wanted to show she was sorry for being late. "May I please service you to make up for my tardiness?" she asks... "You may try!"

s: He is getting off on this, I have to give Him the most mind-blowing sucking off He has ever felt. If I please him enough, maybe he will not leave the burning stripes that can last for days. Yes, it feels incredible when he does it, but I've been tender for days after lesser transgressions.

His cock is rock-hard already. As it springs from his boxers, I grasp it. Soft kidskin leather over solid granite. I start by kissing from His shaft from the base to the tip.

M: My God! she is so incredibly talented with her mouth! she devours my cock. It is difficult to not just let her have her way and let the punishment go. I think I'll let her go on the tardiness. "IF you get me off, and swallow EVERY drop, I will not punish you for being late." she doesn't reply verbally, but assaults my cock with enough suction to almost hurt. she bobs her head up and down, playing with my balls and teasing my asshole. This woman knows exactly how to make me cum. The wet suction and teasing bites combine to build an indescribable tension in my groin. I get to the point where I know I'm going to explode. I grab her by the hair and pull her to me until my cock is deep in her throat. "Suck!" and a blinding orgasm tears out of my balls, shooting rope after sticky rope down her greedy throat. She takes every drop, and does not relent until the last spasm passes through me.

"Thank you" she says after wiping off her mouth. I look down and give her a slight smile. I try not to let her know the power she has over me. Just because she is the slave does not mean she is powerless. Controlling her power is part of the draw to the spanking, pinching, stretching, and myriad other painful pleasures that I give to her.

"Stand." "Hands behind your back." she complies instantly. I smack her on the ass just hard enough to elicit a yelp from my tough little "Toy". I start an unfamiliar tie. I've studied multiple forms of strappado ties, and I think the challenge of that tie combined with a spreader bar should keep her from getting too comfortable during her punishment. "What have you done wrong this morning?" I ask her as I pull her tied arms up until there is a good amount of tension on her shoulders.

s: Fuck! It suddenly dawns on me that in my rush to avoid punishment, I have committed another transgression which will earn much the same punishment I would have received for being late. " I was late, and I touched you without permission." "I'm sorry, I just"

M: "Enough! Show some pride and admit your mistakes without excuses." You have earned your way free of punishment for being late. I was going to let you choose your punishment for that. Touching me without permission, on the other hand, has gone unaccounted for thus far. Since this is technically your second punishment, I will choose the appropriate sentence.

At this point, I get a large, black cloth and wrap her head with it. From the tip of her nose to above her eyebrows. I don't want her to see anything. I tie each ankle to a 3' spreader bar and start gathering the tools of her punishment. To soften her up a bit, I swat her upturned ass with my hand about ten times. Each swat was harder than the last, with the last two printing bright red on her ass, one for each cheek. Then I take a thin cane and whistle it through the air a couple times. The sound elicits a nice tightening reaction on her ass. "If you flinch, the lick does not count. If you tense up, it doesn't count. Your punishment is to be 50 licks with any combination of tools that I choose. Do you understand?"

s: "Yes" 50 licks? Holy fuck, my ass is gonna be sore as hell. Not flinching or tensing up is going to be a challenge. CRACK! Fuck! Sting! Small, wrapped around me as it hit, must be a WSHHHH, CRACK! Fucking cane.... Don't ten WSHHHH, CRACK! FUCK! THAT! STINGS! Don't tense up....

M: "How many licks is that?"

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"How many licks?"

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"Don't make me ask a third time!"

s: How many? Three or four? God my ass hurts already! Three? Four?

He's getting upset with my silence...

"Four!?!"

M: "Let's count this time... I'll give you four just to make sure, and then we'll start counting." I pick up her favorite paddle. This doesn't have the sharp bite of the cane, but goes deep. Crack! She jumps and moans, her now striped ass dancing beautifully. "One!" Crack! Crack! Crack! "Two, three, and four!" "Now, starting at one, let's have you count out loud."

s: Crack! DAMNIT! "ONE!" I try not to scream it... The paddle shocks me to my center... Every lick jars something in my core that makes my pussy tingle. After fourteen, he changes to a crop. It doesn't go as deep as the paddle, and doesn't have the bite of the cane, but it leaves a wide burn which feels amazing. "Seventeen!"

M: "I said don't flinch!" SLAP! "Eighteen!" she cries. "Wrong, sixteen." "Do you get my point?" "Yes." she whimpers.

"Are you ready for a break? Your ass is striped like a tiger, and we're only on thirty!"

s: "I am ready for whatever you desire." I hear something jingling and suddenly, his rough hands are on my sex. I hear the snick of scissors, and my cheap panties are reduced to rags. Poking, prodding, pinching, and pulling. "Ow!" "Fuck!" As he clamps the now familiar clips on my swollen lips. He is playing with my clit. My God! So good! I try to remain composed, but the wanton moan slips out anyways. Suddenly, there is a bite on my clit telling me he has clamped it too.

M: I pull out the chained clover clamps for her nipples. Before I put them on, I pinch each nipple and tease it up. God, I love watching her squirm. Anticipating my next move, she brazenly thrusts her tits out. She must want them extra tight! I clamp her nipples, tightening down until she cries out.

"Are you ready to take the rest of your punishment?" I ask. She replies with a breathily purred "Yes!". I take the crop and tell her to spread her knees.

s: I know what is coming when he says to spread my knees. My pussy is already wet and tender from the clamps when His crop bites into my most tender bits. "Thirty one!" I cry out. I am near tears, not just from the constant pain, but from a frustration that transcends the pain as it gnaws at my core. SLAP! The crop bites into the crack of my ass while the tips are expertly driven over my tender asshole. He can't think I'm going to be able to take that massive dildo in my ass! I've just now gotten to a point where it would not tear me going into my pussy!

M: I don't know what, or if, she is thinking, but her body is betraying her. Every ounce of pain and abuse she receives just makes her pussy wetter.

Time to finish her punishment and get to the main event. She should be glad she doesn't have to work tomorrow. I doubt she would be able to walk or sit down by the time I'm done with her today.

The final licks are hard enough to buckle her knees. As she pants in anticipation, I release the strappado and gently massage her sore shoulders and arms, helping to get the blood flowing into them again before I tie her to the bed.

"On your back. Put your ass on the edge of the bed." I tie her arms, spread to the the corners of the bed. "Legs as far back as you can get them." As soon as she complies, I tie her ankles to the same corners as her hands. Two more ties to go. I tie each thigh with several wraps pulled tightly to the bottom of the bed to prevent her squirming off "The Bull".

I change the dildos around. Using the one she thought was for her ass on the rod for her pussy, then I grab a more manageable, if still challenging dildo for her ass.

s: Fingers! My God, I think I'm going to cum just from a couple of fingers! He slips two into my swollen, sore cunt, then gouges into my tender asshole with two more. He works them in and out, pulling, stretching. He never makes me cry out, but he is not gentle either. He works up to three, then four in my pussy. So tight! It hurts, but I don't want him to stop! Please, God, DON'T, STOP! Another intrusion as he works a third finger into my ass... I'm at my limit... I trust Him implicitly, but the thought of those massive members still makes me VERY nervous.

M: she is ready. I pull my fingers out of her pussy. A wet plop and they come free. Another pop, and her ass is empty as well.

I pull "The Bull" over to my wanton toy. Her pussy and ass are spasming visibly. Both want to be filled. I would hate to disappoint her, so I move quickly, positioning the dildos to press against her empty holes.

"Are you ready for a challenge, my pet?" she whimpers an unintelligible response that I take to be affirmative. I push "The Bull" to impale her on the two well lubricated rubber cocks. I see the relief in the set of her mouth when both slide readily into her. I plug in "The Bull" and turn it to a slow, deep rhythm. She starts to moan as her holes are stretched, filled, then nearly emptied in rhythmic series. I turn the speed up a little bit on her ass and I am rewarded by a groan.

s: He changed them. That's the only explanation. I would be screaming in agony if he'd impaled me on those two massive dongs. As it is, I am full. Almost uncomfortably. A thought occurs to me. He came earlier. This is going to make my life more difficult because there is no urgency for Him.

PLEASE. FASTER. I. WILL. NOT. BEG. My conscious thought is totally consumed by my need for release. I'd gladly endure another hundred licks to get off RIGHT NOW. He sped up the dildo in my ass. He knows I can't cum from that. It feels like my guts are going to be beaten to a pulp by the thick shaft pounding my ass.

I don't know how long this has been going on, but if I don't cum soon, I'm going to lose my mind.

M: "Would you like more?" "YES, OH GOD YES!" she screams. I turn the motor on her pussy up a tiny amount, and speed the pounding in her ass considerably. "MORE! PLEASE MORE!" she begs. I just laugh and lash her tender ass with the crop.

s: SMACK! Oh God! The lashes are barely catching my tender, pegged lips. Every frond of the crop is a lightning bolt that somehow causes my strained holes to clinch on the intrusions in my body. It hurts, but the pain is so minor compared to the other amazing sensations the blows bring. I can't control myself any more. I try not to cry in frustration. Oh! Bright! He must know how badly I need it, and now the sadistic bastard wants to see my face.

M: I sincerely expected to see tears when I pulled the blindfold off her. My admiration for this woman grows every time we play like this. Her mental and physical toughness have grown so much. I ALMOST hate to make her cry. ALMOST. The tears I want are not those from physical pain. I would not hurt her in any way she didn't enjoy. I want to see tears born of sheer need and frustration. When I see those, I'll know when to let her cum. When those tears show up and I make her cum, time will stand still for her.

I slow the dildo in her ass to half its original pace just to relube her. I don't want to tear her, and the pace on her relatively virgin asshole has been brutal.

s: I can't hold back the tears any longer. I feel them leaking out of the corners of my eyes. Logical thought has left. I've been impaled for an eternity. The need for release has consumed EVERYTHING else. FUCK! PAIN!

M: I see her jump as I release the clamps from her tender lips. I lightly rub each one to get the feeling back. but The moans coming from her tell me my ministrations are appreciated. I look at her face, and finally see the raw need I have been waiting on. Her mascara is starting to run as she sobs in frustration. I pick up her favorite vibe, a big wand type, and show it to her. "All you have to say is please."

s: "PLEASE! Make me cum. I can't stand any more!" The vibrations from the wand send shock waves through me as He puts it against my swollen clit. The first wracking spasms of orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. FUCK! NO MORE!

M: I see the first twitches of her orgasm and I max out both motors on "The Bull". She is fighting. Trying to get away from the pounding her over-sensitized pussy and ass are receiving. This machine is fantastic! Tied down or not, there is no way I could maintain this pace with her cunt milking my cock.

s: "Unghhh!" Sooo good! Wave after wave washes over me as His new toy pounds my cunt and ass. I am seeing stars. My body feels like I have fallen on a live wire and it WONT FUCKING STOP!

M: I pick up the crop again as wave after wave crash over her. I lash her ass as I back the speed down. she has been pounded through at least 4 distinct orgasms. The pounding has to have taken a toll on her. I look at her strained face. The wild, leaking eyes. The flared nostrils. The veins and tendons standing out on her neck. They all tell me she is trapped in a blissful hell.

s: The pounding has stopped. Finally! The intruding members are pulled out. Master is not untying me... What in the fuck is he strapping to me? I understand when the wand trapped in the belt starts buzzing at a tormentingly slow speed. i feel his lubed cock straining against my now thoroughly used asshole. He plunges into me as He turns the wand up all the way. FUCK!!! My God that hurt! Although I'd just been thoroughly fucked by a dildo only slightly smaller than him, having his massive cock crammed into my ass with no warning still hurts.

M: as soon as I am in her, I stop moving. I'm waiting for her orgasm, and when the first wave washes over her, I start fucking her tight asshole like a man possessed. She cums 3 times in a row with my cock pounding her before her tight, pulsing, sucking asshole drains my cock entirely. There is a wet plop as my cock pulls from her abused hole. A hole that now has a ribbon of my cum leaking from it.

s: my God, please stop! His cock finally spasmed its last in my poor, tortured asshole. I feel relieved as he pulls out. This has been hot, but I cannot take any more. SMACK! Fuck, what was that about? And please turn off this fucking wand!

M: "Here, let me help you with that!" I say as I turn the wand down to a slightly less mind numbing pace. "Im going to go take a shower." "Don't go anywhere!"