1 comments/ 114666 views/ 14 favorites Melissa's Story Ch. 01 By: iraussieguy I sat there looking at the advertisement for what must be the 100th time. I don't know I bothered reading it because I knew it off by heart. "Spanking Services for Ladies by mature, experienced gentleman. Caring and understanding, first timers especially welcome. Make your fantasies come true. Contact Matt and the phone number. God! I was so frustrated. There I was, a University graduate, successful business woman in charge of my own department and I was so nervous about making one phone call. A phone call that could change my life, a phone call that may result in me receiving the spanking that I had needed, desired, wanted, fantasized and wanked over for so many years. After all, if I wasn't happy with the conversation all I had to do was hang up. I had checked out Matt's reputation with the editor of the contact magazine in which I read the advert and he gave Matt a very good report. Also there were those letters in the magazine from ladies who had been to Matt and had "such a great time" that they were going back – surely all those couldn't be fake? It was after 5.30 and all the office had gone home, I was by myself and I finally plucked up the courage to make the call. "Matt speaking, can I help you?" Matt answered in a cheerful voice. I was frozen, words wouldn't come, I didn't know what to say! "Hello, hello are you there? You must be I can hear you breathing, come on say something or I'll have to hang up." Finally words came, "I, I, I'm ringing about your advert," I spluttered out, so much for the calm, successful businesswoman. Matt was great, " Is this your first call about spanking?" he asked. "Yes it is," was all I could say. "You sound so nervous, there's no need to be but I know what you're going through. Take some deep breaths, breath in and fill up your lungs and tummy, yes that's right, now let it all out, go on, keep going, let it all out. Great, now do it again and three more times, there's no hurry." He listened while I did as he instructed, then inquired, "There that's better, do you feel more relaxed?" "Yes I do", I replied truthfully, "I think I can actually put a few coherent words together now." Matt laughed, his mood was infectious, I felt as if I could really talk to this man at the other end of the phone. "O.K., now how can I help you? What's your first name?' he asked. "Oh, my name is Melissa, I seen your advert many times and I've finally decided to call you about your spanking services. You see I've had this, this um" "Need?" asked Matt. "Yes that's the word, this need for so long, years and years, and I'm just so frustrated that I haven't had anyone to talk to about it, let alone anyone to actually spank me. I've dropped a few hints to a couple of boyfriends who I thought were broadminded and they just laughed at me, so I've finally decided to ring you." Now I was talking Matt couldn't get a word in edgeways, I was on a roll and not stopping until it all came out. "I've searched the internet looking at various sites of Mistresses and Masters and most of them seem so awful. I'm not interested in torture or gold or brown showers, I don't want to be put down, humiliated or degraded, I just want, no, I just need some domination with a good over the knee spanking." There I had finally said it, what would Matt say? "Sounds familiar to me", he said, " I've spanked lots of ladies who desires and fantasies were just the same as yours. You don't have to worry, I'm not into showers, torture or humiliation. My main service is over the knee spanking, clothed or unclothed, it's your choice." "You do it clothed?' I blurted out, that had one of my worries, baring my bum to a complete stranger. Again that comforting laugh, "Yes, some ladies don't want the embarrassment of baring their bottom so they wear thin, tight shorts, or panties, or some prefer a g-string which allows me to spank them on the bare while they retain some modesty. It's your choice Melissa, nothing happens to you at my place that you don't want to happen. I want you to leave happy and satisfied with my service so that you want to come back again. Of course I do earn my living from my services so there is a charge." Matt went on to explain the charges and we talked some more. We spoke about fear, of wants, of fantasies, of some of his experiences with novices. He offered to meet me at a coffee shop if that would make things easier for me, we could talk things over and if I didn't like him we could leave and go our separate ways. I was tempted to take this easy way out but instead asked him when could he see me? "Well as a matter of fact I have a vacancy tonight because of a cancellation. My regular lady for tonight had to go interstate because of her job so if you want her time it's yours. Maybe this cancellation happened for a reason Melissa, I don't believe in accidents, this time is available for you, tonight, if you really want to face your fear." It was up to me, there was silence as my mind raced, thinking about everything Matt had said, he sounded so nice, so trustworthy. I took a deep breath and said, "I'll come tonight Matt, what time and where?" "Very good Melissa, I'm proud of you for making what is not an easy decision." After giving me his address and instructions of how to find his house he said, "I'll see you at 7.30 Melissa, don't be late or else! Bye for now." The phone went dead. God, what had I let myself in for? My mind started to race, would I go or not? After all he didn't know my number. No Melissa, I said to myself, stop these damn negative thoughts and do it! I rushed to my nearby apartment, showered and dressed. I decided to wear a g-string, I wanted it on the bare but didn't want Matt to see my privates. I tried to eat something but I was too nervous so I went to the downstairs car park, got out my car and drove out to the suburbs. Matt's instructions were excellent, I later found that giving instructions were one of Matt's strengths, and arrived about ten minutes early. I sat outside trembling nervously, butterflies rushing about in my stomach, but still very determined to go through with it. After all, Matt had said I could leave at any time and we had agreed on 'Mercy' as a code word. I checked once again that I had put the right amount of money in the envelope for Matt and at 7.28 drove into his driveway to my appointment with destiny. As Matt had said, high fences and hedges gave me privacy as I walked nervously up to the front door. Without hesitation I rang the bell, giving myself a private pat on the back for my bravery. Matt answered the door almost immediately. He was smiling as he ushered me into the hallway. I liked him straight away. He reminded me of one of my uncles as he welcomed me and asked me to put the envelope on the hall table. As he guided me into the comfortable lounge room he said, "Congratulations Melissa, it takes courage to face ones fears, I'm very proud of you." "Proud of me?" I asked. "Yes, and I want you to be proud of your spanking needs Melissa. I don't mean you have to rush out and tell everyone you know about what happens here tonight. But your needs are your needs, it's a very personal thing for you and there is nothing for you to be ashamed about, O.K.?" I nodded, feeling good about facing my demons but also suddenly a bit nervous about the actual spanking. "Would you like a coffee or tea?" Matt inquired, "Or perhaps something a bit stronger for the nerves, a glass of wine perhaps?"" "Wine would be wonderful," I replied. "Great, I've a nice bottle of Australian wine open, I'll join you, please take a seat, I'll be back in a minute." Matt was soon back with the glasses and I gratefully sipped while we talked a bit more about his experiences. I noted that he never mentioned any names and that pleased me as my privacy was very important to me. Suddenly the glasses were empty and it was time. "Ready Melissa, ready for your first spanking? I nodded, suddenly lost for words but determined to go through with it, I was as confident as I could be at that stage that Matt was the man for the job at hand and I was ready. "Take off your shoes Melissa and stand up," Matt ordered. I did as I was told and Matt moved into the centre of the couch. "OK Melissa, come and lay across my knees," he instructed. I lay across Matt's thighs and shivered as one of his hands pressed firmly into my back. The other hand gently stroked my bottom in a circular motion over my dress. Inwardly I screamed to Matt, 'Get on with it for fuck's sake' but I remained silent, waiting impatiently for my spanking to start. The stroking finally ceased and Matt's hand moved down to the bottom of my loose skirt where it gathered the hem and ever so slowly raised the skirt upwards, leaving my sheer silk petticoat behind. As Matt placed the skirt over my back, above my waist he exclaimed, "Beautiful, a silk petticoat, I don't see many of these, they are so sexy and lovely to touch." Again the firm hand moved down my legs and raised the petticoat up, baring my bottom to his gaze. I felt the coolness of the room on my cheeks, while unknown to Matt my face blushed bright red. "A g-string, I'm glad you wore it Melissa, they are the best thing to wear for spankings, are you ready to start now? Last chance to pull out!" "Please just get on with it!" I pleaded. Matt's hand roamed in circles over my bare bum "Patience brings it's own rewards, Melissa, and a little wait never hurt anyone." The rubbing hand withdrew, the atmosphere was electric as I tensed my buttocks and waited for the first hit. The first 'smack' was very gentle and did not sting at all. Matt spanked me softly all over both cheeks, making sure that he covered all of my bare skin, "Just a light warm up," he explained, "I find that first timers like to be warmed up gradually." A slight pause then 'wack' down came his hand with a bit more force. I felt a bit of a sting each time Matt's large hand came down on my skin, but it wasn't painful – yet. The pressure of each spank gradually increased, now I was feeling them and I realized with pleasure I was enjoying it – my first spanking was all I hoped it would be. "Your bottom has turned a lovely shade of pink Melissa, are you going OK?" Matt asked. I nodded my reply and he continued, "It's going to get harder now so if it gets too much you know the code word." Again I nodded and as I did 'whack' Matt's hand came down with quite a bit of force. "Ow." I cried, "That stings!" "And there's a lot more where that one came from," laughed Matt as he continued to spank me. All the blows were really stinging now and I was wriggling around on Matt's thighs. "Ouch, ooooh, aaahhh, Oh God," I exclaimed, "Oh Matt this is really good, please keep going." Was this me speaking? My fantasies of many years were now a reality and I thought privately why had I waited so long? 'Whack, smack, whap' the spanking continued and I suddenly realized that I was getting very wet between my legs. "Your arse is bright red now Melissa, it looks really great, I wish I could take a photo it looks so good," Matt said. Every smack was really stinging and causing me quite a bit of discomfort. Tears were forming in my eyes and I thought of using the code word after each blow, but as Matt paused between each spank I realized that I wanted more! Suddenly the spanking stopped and Matt said, "Stand up Melissa!" Not wanting it to finish just yet I replied, "Please keep going Matt, I want some more!" "Stand up Melissa and do as you're told," Matt's voice was suddenly very stern. I struggled to my feet and stood in front of Matt looking at him through my tears. "Melissa take off your skirt," Matt ordered in a quiet but firm voice that wasn't to be argued with. I realized in that split second that I didn't want to disobey him and did as I was told. "Now your petticoat, Melissa." Again I obeyed thinking that this would be as far as he wanted me to go, he was showing that he was in charge here and that he would brook no nonsense. I slipped my petticoat down over my legs and stood there, now almost naked from the waist down. "Now Melissa, take off your blouse and your bra!" I froze, stripping off hadn't come into my mind and I felt a wave of panic come over me. Matt's next words were suddenly reassuring, "Melissa, you remember I said I want you to be proud of your spanking needs?" I nodded and he continued, "Well I want you to be proud of your body as well as your needs, I want you to be completely unashamed while you are with me, you're a beautiful lady and I want to spank you completely undressed, do you understand?" Again I nodded and felt safe once again. I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor with my skirt and petticoat. Without a pause I reached back and unclipped my bra, my breasts fell free, I looked down and saw how hard my nipples were, all I had left on was my G-string. "Beautiful, just beautiful Melissa, put your hands on your head," Matt said as he rose and stood in front of me. As I complied with his instruction he took a nipple of each breast between his thumb and forefinger. Gently he squeezed and ordered, "Count slowly to 20 Melissa." God I was so turned on and did as he ordered. "1, 2, 3, 4" as I counted Matt squeezed my nipples tighter and tighter. By the time I got to 15 tears were forming in my eyes again and by the time I did "18, 19, 20" the tears were rolling down my cheeks. As soon as I said "20" Matt released my nipples and his hands went to my G-string, he bent and lowered my panties to the floor. "Very good Melissa, are you ready to complete the spanking?" Matt said as he once again sat on the couch his eyes roaming my body. I nodded at him through the tears and resumed my position over his knees, I knew he could now see all my arse and pussy but I didn't care, I was on fire inside and wanted my bottom to be on fire too. There was to be no gentle resumption of the spanking as the first smack landed with a stinging 'whack'. "Owwww," I yelled as the hard smacks continued without let up. Once again I was wriggling around on Matt's lap. "Ouch, ohhhh, oh God, stop, pleeeeease stop," I cried, not meaning what I was saying and of course Matt didn't let up as I had not used the code word. The spanks were getting harder and Matt paused more between each hit. My poor arse was now on fire as each time Matt seemed to hit just that little bit harder. Oh how it was stinging and once again the tears were running down my cheeks. But still I wanted more, I was so excited now, the smell of a very turned on woman pervaded the room, after all these years I was in ecstasy from the agony! The hard spanks continued "whack, whack, whack! Until finally the pain got too much and I sobbed out, "Mercy Matt, mercy please! Matt stopped immediately as I knew he would, I collapsed across his knees feeling a great sense of release as an orgasm shuddered through my body. Very gently Matt eased both his strong arms under my now limp body and turned me over, holding me in his arms as he would a child. I turned my head into his shoulder, my tears falling on his shirt. "It's OK to cry Melissa," Matt said kindly, "Just let go of all the stress and tension that you have been holding in for all these years, just let it out." I continued to sob and Matt gave me some tissues to wipe away the tears. He was holding me so my poor sore bum wasn't touching anything. I was lying in his arms not feeling ashamed at all of my nudity or my tears. I actually felt proud that I had finally faced my fears and had the spanking that I had fantasized about for so long. After the tears and the sobbing had subsided I looked Matt in the eyes and smiled at him. Matt smiled back at me, "Your eyes are so clear Melissa, I think this spanking has been very good for you. I have some other clients that get stress relief from spanking too. When you feel up to it you can stand, I have something I want to show you." A few minutes later I stood up, my hands went to my arse which was still very warm. Matt led me a corner of the room where a full length mirror stood. His strong hands directed me to stand with my back to the mirror. From a drawer he took a hand mirror which he gave me, "Look at your bottom in the reflection Melissa." I did as I was told and gazed in awe at my rosey red arse which was still stinging. "God it's so red Matt, is your hand sore?" Matt laughed, "There's no need to me concerned for me Melissa, if my hand gets too sore I have some implements that I can use, but I rarely use them in a first session, would you like to see them?" I nodded and Matt led me to the passage down the centre of the house, his hand patting my warm arse as we walked. "I have three other rooms that I can use for punishment and other services Melissa, this one is the school room for naughty young ladies." Matt opened the door and I gazed at the blackboard, the student's desk and an assortment of rulers, straps and canes lying on top of the teacher's desk. "Perhaps you would like to relive some of your chalk dust fantasies sometime in the future Melissa?" I was amazed at the detail of the room and before I could answer Matt guided me down the passage to the next door which he opened for me to view. "This is the dungeon Melissa, this is the place for my slaves to get punished." I didn't know what to say as I looked at the cross with its straps against the wall, the rings hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, leg spreaders, a gynecologist's examination chair with stirrups, a cage, many coils of rope hanging against the wall and a huge assortment of canes, whips, straps. I was a bit dumbstruck and didn't resist as Matt led me across the room to the chair with the stirrups. He placed a soft cushion on the seat and then lifted me onto the cushion saying as he did, "Don't worry Melissa, no pain for you now, just pleasure, I think you need a bit more relief." Gently Matt placed my legs in the stirrups and knelt down in front of my wide open and very wet pussy, I was soooo turned on, the fire inside me matched the fire slowly fading on my arse. To my amazement I didn't feel any embarrassment at all, all I knew was that I wanted Matt's tongue up my cunt. To my relief he didn't keep me waiting, using fingers from both hands he spread my lips wide and licked around the outside of my labia. I was on fire as the tip of Matt's tongue tickled my clitoris, my back arched as the first orgasm flooded through my body. "Fuck my cunt Matt, make me come again!" I cried as I pushed Matt's head up against my groin. Matt was unable to answer and kept licking and licking me, I was in heaven as his obviously well practiced tongue once again brought me over the top. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed. as Matt raised his head, grinned at me and then went back to work. It wasn't long before I came again and collapsed back into the chair. Matt raised his head and smiled at me again while his deft fingers continued to dance away up my love hole and caressing my clitoris. This lovely man sure knew how to treat a lady and it wasn't long before my back arched as once again I orgasmed. Matt rose to his feet and helped me to stand. I was still shaking and he held me close, supporting and hugging me closely as he stroked my hair. "Enjoy your first visit to me?" he inquired with that lovely smile on his face. "Amazing, absolutely amazing," I replied, "I never thought spanking could be as good as that, I'm just sorry that I waited for so long." "Well, sometimes your first experience can go awfully wrong if you go to the incorrect person," Matt said, "I hate to think how many people, both male and female, have had a bad first experience and never gone to someone else ever again. The time was obviously right for you to meet me and you did your homework correctly, you checked me out and you had a great experience, will you be back again?" Melissa's Story Ch. 01 "Will I be back again? You bet I will," I exclaimed, "Wild horses wouldn't keep me away. By the way, what's in your third room?" "My third room? That's my bedroom, I use it for scenes that require the use of a bed, bondage scenes especially, and sometimes a lady wants to spend the night, so……………" "Oh wow! Those other rooms have got my mind spinning with ideas, I wonder if I still have my old school uniform in my trunk, if I have and if it still fits can I pay a visit to your schoolroom sometime soon, please Headmaster, please!" Matt grinned at me again, "Of course you can Melissa, but now I think you had better get your clothes on and we'll have a cup of coffee." I looked down to realize that I was still nude, and I had been worried about baring my bum! As Matt busied himself in the kitchen I slowly dressed feeling just great and knowing that a whole new world of pleasure through pain had opened up to me, the world of spanking and who knows what else? THE END of Part One - to be continued Melissa's Story Ch. 02 Author's note: This is the continuation of "Melissa's Story Ch. 01" - if you have not read it, I suggest you do before reading "The Schoolroom". Many thanks to all my fans, specially M, R & A, for their positive feedback. Melissa's story continues: Chapter 2: The Schoolroom Driving home from Matt's after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to tingle, my senses were sharp, I felt really alive for the first time in years and my pussy was still damp. I was on a natural high from which I did not want to come down, far better than any alcohol induced high that I had ever been on. I must admit that I had trouble concentrating on my driving and was most pleased to arrive home in one piece. On Matt's advice I drew a hot bubble bath and I lay soaking, a glass of wine close to hand and let the memories of that evening float through my mind. Oh the excitement of going over Matt's knee for the first time, the tension as he raised my skirt and petticoat and the suspense as I waited for that first spank. My free hand automatically slipped down between my legs and my fingers played their familiar tune on my clit, it did not take long before once again I climaxed. My first spanking was all so clear in my mind and it was to stay that way for many days. At work I would find myself looking at my computer screen but not seeing the words and figures that were there. I saw images of Matt's home, the dungeon and most of all the schoolroom. Oh, the schoolroom, how many times each day did the images of the blackboard, the teacher's desk and chair and the authentic school desks play upon my mind! The canes, oh the canes standing in their holder in the corner. I wondered many times if I could stand the pain of a caning, knowing of course that Matt would stop immediately if I used the safe word. At home I spent many "pussy wet" hours on my computer searching the internet sites for information about spanking, domination, submission, sadism and masochism. I devoured article after article and photo after photo, increasing my knowledge of the scene and increasing my desire to once again experience being under the hand of Matt. Three weeks later I decided that it was time for another visit to Matt. This time I was not nervous at all, my confidence and trust in Matt absolute. I was pleased that Matt answered the phone almost immediately. "Matt speaking, can I help you?" A tingle of excitement swept through my body as I heard his cheery voice again. "Hello Matt, this is Melissa, remember me from a few weeks ago?" "Of course I do Melissa, how could I forget you? I bet you are ready for another session with me, mmmm let me guess, in the schoolroom?" I grinned to myself and laughed as I said, "Whatever would make you think that Matt? Yes you are right, I do need another session and I'd love to visit your schoolroom. I actually found my old uniform in the back of a wardrobe and with a little adjustment I think I can still fit into it, would that be ok?" "That would be lovely Melissa, the more authentic the clothing the more you will enjoy the scene. Please wear a coat over the uniform. I don't want to see it until the scene commences and also I want you to bring a note from your form teacher that tells me, your headmaster, of your misdemeanors." Matt and I continued to discuss a few further details and made an appointment for the following Saturday evening. I was pleased to have it at that time as I thought it would give me time to recover and revue all that was to happen on the Sunday, without the pressure of going to work the next day. During the week I made the adjustments to my old uniform, necessary because I had added a few inches to my bust over the years. When I tried my uniform on and stood in front of the mirror for a short time I felt a little foolish but these thoughts soon passed as I imagined what I hoped would happen on Saturday night. Perhaps I would not have been so confident if I knew then all that was to happen that fateful weekend, but, as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. On the Friday evening I worked on the letter from my form teacher to the headmaster and after much chopping and changing I was satisfied with the result. Saturday passed very slowly and my anticipation rose as the minutes ticked slowly by. Mid afternoon I took a long shower and then dressed myself in the school uniform, complete with a dirty pair of shoes that had seen better days. I decided on a minimum of make up as that was frowned upon at my old school and then followed Matt's instructions and hid the outfit under a light coat. Although nervous butterflies had once again invaded my stomach I forced myself to eat a light meal, as I was unsure when I would eat next. My memory of the route to Matt's home was still clear and once again I drove into the driveway at the appointed time. Quickly I locked the car and strode purposefully to the front door feeling a lot more confident than I had at the same place a few weeks earlier. Matt quickly answered my knock and ushered me inside. I was a little disappointed as he was casually dressed in an open necked shirt and dark gray trousers; I had expected Matt to be dressed more for the occasion. "Welcome Melissa, lovely to see you again," Matt smiled as he took the envelope from my hand and dropped it on the small table in the entrance hall. After a quick hug he took my arm, removed my watch and led me through into the passage, guiding me quickly to the door that I knew led to the schoolroom. "Stand right here at attention and face the door of the schoolroom Melissa," Matt ordered as his strong hands on my shoulders firmly put me in position. "You will not move from this position until you hear the clock chime. When it does you are to go into the schoolroom, remove your coat, place your form master's report on my desk and take your place at the front student's desk. And no talking. Any questions?" "N, no," I stuttered, a bit taken a back and confused by the speed that the session had commenced. "NO SIR!" Matt bellowed in my ear. "No Sir," I meekly replied, realizing then that Matt was already playing his role and had his little schoolgirl well and truly in the palm of his hand. "Very good Melissa, you will call me Sir from now on," Matt said in a firm voice and then continued in almost a whisper, "Don't forget the safe word." "Yes Sir," I nodded my agreement and stood at attention about 12 inches from the door as I listened to Matt's footsteps move away down the hall. My mind started to race, how long would I have to stand here? How long until the clock chimed? What was going to happen in the schoolroom? Matt was definitely in a much more authoritative mood tonight and I vowed silently to myself that obedience was the best option by far. No smart arsed remarks from this schoolgirl for sure. I could hear the clock ticking slowly as the minutes passed by and as the tension built the familiar feeling of wetness in my pussy became apparent. The house was so silent and Matt was so damn quiet. The suspense was building exactly as Matt had intended it too and my muscles were starting to ache from standing at attention for so long. How long had I been standing there I wondered, its amazing how used one gets to using a watch. Suddenly the clock chimed twice loudly making me jump, I almost looked around to see if Matt was watching me but resisted the temptation and opened the class room door. My memory of the schoolroom proved to be accurate. There were four student desks facing a larger desk for the use of the teacher. Behind the teacher's desk was a blackboard with plenty of chalk and a duster on the shelf. Beside the blackboard a thick leather strap hung on a hook and in a tubular stand in the corner stood an assortment of canes. A shudder went through my body as I saw the canes and once again I had to remind myself that Matt believed in safe, sane consensual role play and that I could trust him to stop immediately I used the safe word. I shut the door behind me and saw a row of coat hooks on the wall. Following instructions I removed my coat hung it on a hook and moved forward into the room. I placed my form report on the teacher's desk, smoothed my uniform into place and sat down at the front student desk. Once again the butterflies in my stomach were on the move as I glanced at the canes in the corner. Would he? Could I? Oh how I wished he would come into the room and get on with it. My mind was racing with wild ideas of how the scene would unfold and I forced myself to take some deep breaths of air. Once again I was unsure of how much time I waited for Sir, the lack of a clock or watch was unnerving for a time obsessed person like myself. Suddenly the door opened and Sir strode into the room. As he passed my desk I was amazed to see that Matt had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a suit with collar and tie but the traditional black teacher's robes really added reality to the scene. Sir really looked every bit the headmaster from an old time private school and I gazed transfixed as he stood behind his desk. "Melissa, surely you don't have to be told to stand when the headmaster comes into the room," Sir said in a cold voice, " This is not getting you off to a very good start." I jumped to my feet beside my desk and stood at attention cursing to myself about how could I have been so stupid? Sir looked at me coldly as he sat in his chair and picked up the notes from my form teacher that I had placed on his desk. "Melissa, you may sit." I was grateful to sit once again as my legs were beginning to shake. The reality of the room together with the acting of Matt had made me more nervous than when I had come here for my first spanking only a few weeks ago. I had to keep reminding myself that we were adults playing a game and that I could leave at any time. Sir read silently through the notes, occasionally glancing up at me and then back to the papers. "Well Melissa it seems that you have gone too far this time. Not only are your grades well below what they should be, you have been caught smoking three times and are constantly late for first class. Those misdemeanors are bad enough but this stupid prank that you and two other girls did of blocking up the toilets so they would overflow is absolutely reprehensible. Unfortunately you were the only girl actually identified, will you tell me the names of your accomplices?" I shook my head, unable to speak. Had I gone too far when I made out the report? Would my punishment be more than I could take? Memories of the pleasure of my first spanking came back to me making me determined to go through with the scene. "Melissa I admire your fortitude but taking the blame for the other girls is going to make it worse for you. You know that your parents gave permission for corporal punishment when they enrolled you here, are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" Once again I shook my head, "No Sir, it was my idea and I did it alone." "Very well Melissa, come up here to the blackboard and write out one hundred times, 'honesty is the best policy," Sir ordered in a firm voice. "One hundred times!" I burst out without thinking. "Do you want me to double it?" Sir asked, "Come on hurry up, five rows of twenty lines and keep them neat." Quickly I stood and walked the few steps to the blackboard, pushing my chest out in my uniform to Sir's admiring glance. I took up a piece of chalk and started the task of the one hundred lines. Sir rose from his desk and moved to the back of the room where he could watch. I did my best to keep the lines straight and the columns even but I had not used chalk for many years and it was a bit of a mess when I had finally completed the task. Sir moved back to behind his desk, his eyes devouring my body through the too tight outfit, just like a lecherous headmaster would. I stayed at the blackboard waiting his next instruction and suddenly he was standing beside me. Sir grabbed my left arm above the elbow, his hand grazing by breast as he moved me facing into the corner by the canes. "Melissa the gravity of your offence in the toilets deserves severe punishment. Not only could you have closed the school down it may have also have caused health problems if sewage had overflowed. I have no other course than to make you suffer for this major transgression. I have contacted you parents and they agree with me, it is either the humiliation of being expelled or accepting the punishment, it is your decision. Stand there for five minutes and think about it, then give me your decision." Oh God more waiting I thought to myself, Sir certainly knows how to build the suspense. We both knew what my answer would be but that did not stop the butterflies in my stomach. Finally after what seemed like ten minutes, not five, Sir spoke, "Well Melissa, have you made your decision?" "Y'yes Sir, I have," I stuttered, God it seemed so real. "And what is that decision Melissa?" "I will t'take my punishment Sir." I said, still facing the corner. "Very well Melissa, turn around and come over here." I took a deep breath, turned around on shaking legs and looked at Matt in his headmaster's outfit. A shiver of fear went through my body as I moved over and stood beside Sir's desk. Matt must have seen the fear in my eyes because his stern look was suddenly replaced with a smile. His strong hands took hold of my upper arms and he took me in a bear hug. "Don't forget that you are in charge," he whispered, "Use the safe word and I will stop immediately, ok?" I smiled back at Matt as he held me at his arms' length, "Yes Sir I will, I am ready for my punishment now Sir," I replied, once again feeling confident and knowing that I was in safe hands. Matt's smile was at once replaced with the stern look of the headmaster. His strong hands guided me to stand beside his desk and then I was bent over the hard wooden top. My hands reached forward automatically and grabbed the far edge of the desk as I felt Sir's hands pat my arse cheeks through my skirt. Another involuntary shiver went through me as Sir's left hand lifted the hem of my skirt up and over my back and held it there while his right hand patted my tight panties. "Whack!" The suddenness and force of the first spank took me by surprise and made me cry out. Obviously the warm up of this session would not be as light as my first spanking as the firm spanks on my panties continued. I noticed with a smile to myself that I automatically relaxed after the first few spanks. The tension of my first spanking had gone, I was getting what I needed and desired so much. "Spank, spank, spank!" After the solid warm up of about twenty whacks Sir suddenly stopped and I felt his hand grip the elastic of my panties. I raised my hips off the table to assist Sir and my knickers were soon sliding down my legs to the floor. Sir bent down and slipped the panties right off, over my shoes, I then felt his hand between my thighs, spreading them wide apart. Even more excitement flooded my mind as I knew Sir could now see my wet pussy and arse hole. "Now Melissa, your punishment really starts," Sir said as his hand once again spanked me hard on my soft skin. Alternate hard whacks on each cheek continued as Sir spoke, "I hope you realize that this is for your own good Melissa," Whack, whack, whack, "I really do not like to punish young girls like yourself but your continued misdemeanors have to be addressed." Whack, whack, whack. My arse was really beginning to sting now as Sir's hard spanking continued and I was biting my lip to stop from crying out. I knew that my skin would now be pink as Sir made sure that all my arse and upper thighs were well covered by his hand. "Stand up Melissa and look at me," Sir suddenly ordered as he stopped spanking. I did as required and stood at attention, my eyes on the stern look on his face. "Melissa the hand spanking was for your continued lateness and bad grades. I am now going to punish you for smoking offences," Sir said in a firm voice as his hand reached out and took a leather strap of a hook. "Bend over the desk again Melissa, I am going to mark your bottom with this strap, twelve times." "Please Sir, not too hard Sir," I replied, my voice quivering with fear, "I've never had the strap before." Sir's reply was to place the strap down on the desk and then reach out and unclip the buckle of my belt. My skirt soon slid down my legs to the floor and I was naked from the waist down. My eyes widened as Sir's fingers then went to my blouse and slowly undid the buttons one by one. My bra was next and I was soon naked before my lecherous Headmaster. A tremor of excitement and fear went through my body as Sir again turned me around and bent me over the desk. I felt the leather belt rest against my warm skin as Sir found his range and took up his position. I waited and tensed myself for the first swat of the belt on my soft flesh. God I wish that he would not keep me on tenterhooks like this, the suspense was killing me! Finally after what seemed like ten minutes but, I was told later was more like two, the first blow from the strap landed. "Ahhhhhh", I cried, "Owwwww that stings!" "And eleven more to come Melissa so get used to it," Sir replied in a voice that brooked no nonsense. "Slap, slap slap!" the strap landed quickly three more times and I nearly jumped off the desk. Each blow was in a slightly different area as Sir skillfully and accurately criss-crossed my buttocks and upper thighs with the strap. I was calling out in pain as the strap continued to land on my poor soft skin and my legs kicked out as each blow landed. "Keep still Melissa," Sir called out loudly to make himself heard above my squeals of pain, " The more you jump around the longer this will take." After the ninth swat of the strap the pain was so intense I was close to calling out the safe word but I was determined to go as far as I could. The tenth blow had me sobbing and the eleventh and twelfth swats made the tears roll down my cheeks. As I lay sobbing over the desk with my arse stinging painfully I heard Sir's voice, "Now Melissa, for your attempt to flood the toilets I am going to cane you. This pain will be severe so there will only be six strokes. Stay where you are Melissa and your punishment will soon be over." The cane! Oh my God I thought to myself he is going to cane me! Should I use the safe word now and just get out of there or should I attempt to see the punishment through? It was as if Sir knew that my mind was in turmoil as he bent over and whispered in my ear, "Melissa you don't have to go any further if you don't want to, this is a fantasy after all. This is your decision, I saw you looking at the canes and I think that being caned has been part of your fantasy, but if you say so, I will stop now. If you take the cane you can be sure I will take good care of you immediately after the sixth stroke." Memories of how Sir had taken care of me after my first spanking filled my head and all of a sudden I was filled with a steely resolve to go as far as I possibly could. I turned my head sideways and looked at Sir through my tears and sobbed, "I have done wrong Sir, I was stupid and immature to try and flood the toilets and I deserve to be punished." As I turned my head back down to look at the table I thought to myself, "There I'll show him, I'll take the cane, but he had better look after me properly at the end or he'll never see me again." "Very well Melissa," Sir said as he stood upright again. "Let's see how brave you really are!" I heard his footsteps across the wooden floor as he went to the rack of canes. "Swish, swish" a cane whistled through the air as Sir had a couple of practice swipes. Those familiar butterflies returned to my stomach as his footsteps returned so slowly across the timber. Melissa's Story Ch. 02 I felt the tip of the cane against my bottom as Sir found his range and took up his position. I took a deep breath as the cane was withdrawn from my skin and raised into the air. "Whoosh" the sound of the rattan through the air was stopped by the "thwack" of the cane on my skin. The pain was incredible and I screamed, "Aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee, oh my God!!!!!" "Swish - whack" the second blow fell almost immediately and right then something absolutely amazing happened. I felt as if I was floating above the surface of the desk and the pain of the cane turned to pleasure. I felt my body start to shake as the first of many orgasms rushed through me, it was as if I had been transported to another space, almost another time. My feelings of rapture only increased as the cane fell on my striped arse cheeks. I was experiencing multiple orgasms as the third, fourth and fifth strokes struck home. I could hear my voice as if it was far away and I was moaning with delight. As the sixth and last blow landed the room seemed to turn a bright pink The floating sensation continued, as did the orgasms. My body continued to shake with pure pleasure, it was the most amazing experience of my life and one that I did not want to end. Then I felt Sir's hands grasp my legs and lift and turn me so that all of my body was now supported by the desk. He was holding me, stroking my back, bringing me gently back down from my altered state. His voice that had seemed so far away was now clearly audible. "Stay with me Melissa, you are safe, take your time all is well. Your punishment is over for today, speak when you feel up to it, breath deeply, feel your pleasure, just relax back onto the desk." I thought I could hear a rustling of clothes as I lay on the desktop, my eyes closed, small tremors of pleasure still rolling through my body. I felt a drinking straw being pushed between my lips and I sucked greedily on the cool water that Sir had thoughtfully provided. I am not sure how long it was until I finally opened my eyes, turned my head to the side and looked at Sir. To my surprise he was now nude and his erection stood out hard in front oh him. I smiled and managed to utter one word, "Please." With that Sir slid his arms under my limp, glowing body, lifted me easily as if I was a young girl and carried me from the schoolroom to his bedroom. Sir had already arranged some pillows in the center of the bed over which I was placed, face down, my red striped arse pointing at the ceiling. He knelt on the bed beside me, pushed my hair away and kissed me on the side of my neck. I automatically turned my head to him and he kissed me full on the lips, a long, lingering kiss full of passion. I closed my eyes as he moved away, small tremors of pleasure still passing through my body and I was aware of Sir taking up position behind me. His strong hands held my waist and I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing against the opening to my drenched pussy. I heard myself moan "oh yes" as his cock moved slowly into me and he began to fuck me, his hardness moving in and out slowly at first, then speeding up. It wasn't long before I once again started to orgasm, I felt as if I was once again back in the schoolroom only this time there was no pain, it was all pleasure. I could feel Sir's balls slapping against me as he moved back and forward and it was not long before I heard him grunting guttural noises of pleasure. "Oh Melissa I'm coming!" I heard him cry as he thrust hard into me, his semen flooding the depths of my pussy. I arched back to him as another orgasm shook my body and I collapsed down onto the pillows with Sir on top of me. Mindful of his weight on my poor red arse he rolled sideways pulling me with him, we lay on our sides, his strong arm around me, his hand cupping a breast. We lay in silence for some time, each content to play our memories of what had taken place that night. Finally I had to ask the question that was foremost in my mind. "Matt, what happened to me in the schoolroom? I felt like I was floating and those orgasms, it seemed as if they would never stop. It was absolutely mind blowing, I've never experienced anything like it before." "Well Melissa, I think you experienced something that is generally known as sub-space or flying, when pleasure takes over from the pain. The best way I can describe it is this way; you have heard of a marathon runner bursting through the pain barrier? One minute he or she is struggling and suddenly the pain is gone, the energy returns and the running is easy and fast. It happened to me once on a cross-country run at school. I was going so slowly I thought I would have to pull out when suddenly, the pain went and I just flew the last mile to the finish. It was fantastic and that is what happened to you. You burst through the pain barrier and flew in that wonderful place called sub-space. The pain was replaced by multiple orgasms, good wasn't it?" "Good?" I replied excitedly, "It was fucking fantastic, can you take me there again Matt? Please, I'll be a good girl, no more toilet flooding I promise!" "Oh you are so funny Melissa," Matt laughed, "Yes I can take you there again but not tonight. Let's get some sleep and in the morning we will discuss your future with me. I am looking for a 24/7 live in slave you know and I would love the challenge of training you. Sleep now Melissa, time for some sleep." With those words Matt snuggled in closer behind me and it wasn't long before he was snoring quietly. Damn him! How was I expected to sleep with those last words ringing in my brain? Slave! Full time! Challenge! I was excited and it took me a long time before I decided to let tomorrow take care of itself, and slipped into the deep sleep that only is bought on by a really good fuck. The End? Melissa's Story Ch. 03 Author's note: This story is part three of an ongoing series. For those readers who have not read Part 1 - "First Time" and Part 2 "In the Schoolroom" I suggest you read those before reading part 3. * * * * * I awoke the next morning before Matt and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking him. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on bare feet to the end door. I opened it slowly to avoid any squeaks, switched on the lights and gazed in awe at the dungeon and its equipment. I remembered the gynecologists examination chair from my first visit and moved over to it, running my fingers over the soft leather, smiling to myself at the memories it evoked. Slowly I moved around the dungeon, touching and feeling the huge array of whips, ropes, leg spreaders and canes all hung neatly around the walls. A recent arrival was a custom-made massage table that had three separate sections that looked to be pneumatically controlled. The sides of the table were equipped with assorted straps and clips. The metal cage complete with a pet's feeding bowl took my eye and I stood running my hands over the cold metal bars wondering how a person could possibly fit in there. I decided that it was time to show some of my cooking skills to Matt and I moved to the kitchen to prepare a surprise breakfast for him. The refrigerator contained bacon and eggs and it wasn't long before their aroma, along with that of toast and freshly ground coffee filled the neat kitchen. "Mmmmm that smells good Melissa," Matt's voice made me jump as he strode into the room, tying a toweling robe around him and seating himself at the table. "I hope so Sir," I smiled at him, aware of my nudity and not in least embarrassed, "I hope you slept well Sir." "Yes I did thank you Melissa, and yourself?" "I must admit that what you said about needing a 24/7 slave made it difficult for me to get to sleep Sir, were you serious?" I replied, as I dished out the bacon and eggs on two plates and sat down opposite my handsome Master. Matt half smiled to himself as I set the plates on the table. "Oh yes Melissa I am deadly serious, you have a lot to learn but I'm sure you would be an excellent pupil. Eat now and we will discuss the situation fully after breakfast." That statement seemed to end the conversation at that point and the rest of the meal was completed in silence. I kept my eyes down most of the time trying to work out what was going on, occasionally glancing up to find Matt's eyes looking straight at me as he ate. When we had finished eating Matt left me to tidy up and wash the dishes while he showered. I wished I could have showered with him but I was left with my increasingly confused thoughts. Matt had been polite to me this morning but the lack of dialogue left me wondering, surely the breakfast I had prepared had pleased him? Unsure of what I should do next I sat down at the table and awaited his return. "Melissa come into the lounge room," Matt's voice woke me from my reverie and I quickly obeyed his instruction. Matt, dressed in comfortable slacks and casual shirt, was standing in front on the television, inserting a tape into the VCR. "Come here Melissa and kneel down in front of the television." Matt's voice was firm and I quickly obeyed his instructions. "Hands on your head, keep your back straight and watch the screen," Matt ordered. "Yes Sir." I watched the screen flicker to life and my heart sank as I saw the picture on the screen. It was myself in the dungeon earlier this morning and the camera followed me around the room as I made my tour of inspection. "Did I give you permission to go into the dungeon Melissa?" Matt demanded. "N'no Sir, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you, I just…." "Melissa the only thing you do in this home without my permission is breath, absolutely nothing else, do you understand me?" "Y'yes Sir I'm sorry," I stuttered in reply, thinking to myself that I should have known better after all the reading I had done over the previous few weeks. "Sorry is not a word that is used to me Melissa, you will learn and learn the hard way that obedience is absolute. Follow me, on your hands and knees." I could tell from his tone of voice that Sir was completely serious and I hastily crawled after him in the direction of the dungeon. I knew that if I used the safe word I could stop this immediately but I did not want to stop, deep down inside I was absolutely thrilled at being used in this fashion. As I crawled into the dungeon Matt was standing beside the steel cage, holding up the front flap. "Seeing as you were so interested in this earlier you can see what its like from the inside Melissa. Crawl backwards into it, hurry up now!" I hastened to obey Matt's instruction and carefully crawled backwards into the cage, It was only just over the width of my hips and the lack of depth made stretching out impossible. I was still on my hands and knees as Sir placed the dish of water in front of my face and then the steel bars of the door clanged shut and were secured with a padlock. My Master then strode from the room and the dungeon door slammed shut behind him. My initial reaction was one of panic, what the hell had I got myself into? What if there was a fire? What if Matt fell and knocked himself out? What if he had a heart attack? I could die in here from starvation, locked in this cage, all alone!! Then reason took over and I took some deep breaths to calm myself. I could not raise my head enough to see the cameras but I reasoned that Matt would be watching me all the time. He had shown on my first visit and also last night that he was not the sort of person to take unnecessary risks, the use of the safe word and safety was paramount. This thought had the required effect and I settled as comfortably as possible into my little cage. This sort of punishment had not done anything for me when I was looking at photos on the internet but right now I found myself getting wet and excited. This showed me that I must keep an open mind and let my Master lead me on my exciting journey. How long I stayed there in my cramped cage I did not know. I could feel my muscles getting tighter as time went by and I was hoping I would not cramp. The bacon had made me thirsty and after a while I had to partake of some water from the dog's bowl. This too was arousing as my tongue lapped at the water, what an exciting time of discovery this was for me. I tried to move a little to ease my tight muscles but too little avail and I started to wish that Sir would come and rescue me. There was no sound from the rest of the house, I found out later that the den and schoolroom were both sound proof, and my mind drifted to the other items in the room and how some of them could be used. I was soon to find out as suddenly the door opened as my Master returned. "Getting a little cramped Melissa?" "Yes Sir, I must admit that my muscles are a bit tight," I replied, keeping my eyes lowered. "Just on an hour is enough for you first time in the cage, next time I will double that, and the next time double again, so be careful Melissa," my Master said. "Were you worried about being stuck in there if something happened to me?" "Yes Sir, that thought did pass through my mind." "Well push firmly on the front of the cage Melissa and see what happens." I pushed as instructed and the front of the cage and the entrance flap fell down onto the floor with the padlock still in place. I stayed still, waiting to be instructed to exit. "It is a safe hatch Melissa, I designed it so that you can get out at any time. It looks like it has been padlocked when actually it is just clipped. But use it unnecessarily and you will feel my wrath, understand? Alright, come out of the cage now and stand." "Yes Sir, I understand, thank you Sir," I said as I wriggled from the cage and struggled to my feet, my stiff muscles making standing straight difficult. "Right go and have a hot shower and do some stretching exercises, report back here in twenty minutes," Sir instructed. "Yes Master, thank you Master, I promise I will not explore by myself again." I said as I moved off to the shower. The hot water and some stretching soon eased the stiffness in my muscles and I reflected to myself what a thoughtful Master I had found, very firm but kind and considerate too. I hurried back to the dungeon within the allotted time, wondering what was to happen next. Master Matt was sitting on the massage table and he motioned to me to come and kneel in front of him. With lowered eyes I did as instructed, a shiver of excitement running through my body as I knelt. "Your training is to continue Melissa, you will not speak unless spoken to, raise your arms above your head." I took a deep breath and obeyed, shivering again as I felt leather cuffs being attached to each of my wrists and a clip soon joined them together. Master hauled me to my feet and guided me into the center of the dungeon; my hands still above my head. I heard the metal clank of chains being attached to the cuffs and then a winch pulled my arms straight above me. Never before in my life had I felt so vulnerable, and never before so stimulated and aroused. Master moved to a wall and took down a leg spreader that he soon attached to my now wide spread legs Master walked slowly around inspecting me, feeling and slapping my tight arse cheeks bringing back memories of yesterday's orgasms. He stopped directly in front of me and seemingly from nowhere produced an ice cube. My body jerked as he teased the left nipple with the frozen water. The nipple hardened immediately and seemed to grow larger as my Master continued to rub the ice. My breasts were heaving as he transferred his attention to the right nipple that reacted the same way. Suddenly Master held up a set of nipple clamps for me to see, a chain joined them and I braced myself for the expected pain. "Ohhhh God!" I exclaimed as the first clamp was attached to the hard nipple and a jolt of pain shot through me. Master placed a hand over my mouth as he attached the next clamp so my exclamation of pain was muffled. "Remember, no talking!" he reminded me in a firm voice, "Or two hours in the cage." The pain from the nipple clamps was intense and I had to bite my lip not to cry out or use the safe word. My breasts were heaving and tears were forming in my eyes, but I managed to hold on and I slowly became accustomed to the throbbing sensations. Master went behind me for a short time and returned with a tray of various items. Firstly he took a plastic beaker which had a chain and small hook attached. The hook was placed over the chain joining the nipple clamps and so the beaker hung down in front of my pussy, adding slightly more weight to my blazing nipples. Next he took a length of thin, clear plastic tubing and pushed one end into my mouth and the other end into the plastic beaker. Then he took a one-pint jug of iced water and proceeded to slowly pour the water into the beaker. This of course added more weight to my nipples and I screamed silently as the pain increased once again. "If you want to lessen the pain, you had better start sucking the water Melissa." It took me less than a second to start sucking the iced water up through the tube and into my mouth. As I sucked and swallowed the amount of water in the beaker decreased, as did the pain of my nipples. Of course this did not last long as Master once again poured more water into the beaker and I was forced to suck hurriedly on the tube. Judging by the grin on his face Master was enjoying his game and he continued to pour until the jug was empty. Finally I sucked the last of the water from the beaker, praying to myself that Sir would not refill the jug. Fortunately he removed the hook from the nipple chain and then I felt the blessed relief of the clamps being taken from my red, aching teats. Although my nipples still hurt like hell I was suddenly aware of a completely different sensation - my bladder was full and I desperately needed to pee. I looked Master with pleading eyes, silently begging to be allowed to speak. "Need to go to the toilet Melissa?" Sir inquired with a smile; "You may speak now." Damn him! This had been his plan all along I realised, but I forced myself to remain polite and replied, "Oh please Sir, yes I need to go badly." Master's reply was to kneel and remove the leg spreaders and then go and release the tension from the winch. Slowly my aching arms were lowered and he detached the chain and also the leather wrists cuffs. My legs were suddenly very wobbly and Master supported me as we made our way to the bathroom. I made to sit immediately on the toilet but was stopped by Master. "No, not there Melissa, sit down in the bath with your head down the plug end." "Sir? I'm sorry? Lay down in the bath? But I need to use the toilet!" "I do not like to repeat myself Melissa, you want to go straight back to the cage, without pissing?" My reply was to step into the bath and to sit as instructed. My mind was whirring as Master passed me another glass of water. I sighed, took the water and somehow managed to swallow all of it; my bladder seemed like it would burst! "Lay down Melissa and spread your legs apart!" I couldn't believe what I was doing but I was under this man's spell and I so wanted to please him. Slowly I lay down with my head on the plug, my legs spread as wide as the bath would allow. I realised now what Master has in mind for me. I had read of golden showers but had never considered being pissed on, and here I was creating my own urine bath. "Very good Melissa, you may urinate now!" The pressure on my bladder was so strong it was not long before I relaxed and the flow if urine burst from me, almost hitting the end of the bath and then trickling lower, along my legs, past my arse, around my back and shoulders and finally, into my hair. As I let go of the longest piss in my life my mind was a mixture of emotions. The thrill of obedience was mixed with some humiliation of lying in a shallow bath of my own pee. But the very act of doing something that only weeks ago I would have considered "abnormal" was so exciting, and when I looked up to see Master's reaction I was almost overjoyed to see him unzipping his fly. "Melissa, rub your piss over you with one hand and masturbate yourself with the other!" I hastened to obey, splashing some pee over my breasts and tummy while my other hand found my clit and started the familiar movements. I could not take my eyes off Master's cock and it was not long before a spray of his warm urine hit my breasts. He moved his cock from side to side so that my body was sprayed from my breasts to my thighs. Oh, it felt so good! I was amazed at my reaction to my first golden shower. I rubbed the yellow liquid over myself while my fingers played with my pussy and it was not long before an orgasm shook through my body. Master shook off the last drops and then put his penis back in his pants. "Roll over three times Melissa!" I hastened to obey, rolling my now piss soaked body over and over, my hair now thoroughly soaked. I grinned widely as I thought to myself "if my parents could see me now" and I could not hold back a couple of girlish giggles. "Good, now stand Melissa, use the shower to wash and shampoo yourself, and make sure the bath is spotless too. Take your time, there is a hairdryer in the cupboard. When you are finished join me in the lounge room." Master did not wait for my reply; he just turned on his heels and left me alone. Slowly I stood, adjusted the shower screen and proceeded to follow his orders. After releasing the plug I hosed the bath down and then thoroughly cleaned myself. After drying my hair and making sure the bathroom was spotless I moved out to the lounge. Master was sitting in a large chair and I automatically sat on the floor at his feet. He reached out and stroked my freshly clean hair for a few minutes and finally spoke. "Tell me Melissa, what made you giggle in the bathroom?" "Oh Sir, I was just thinking about what my parents would say if they could see me at that moment." Master laughed out loud, "Yes Melissa, that would be a sight for them to see that's for sure. I want you to know that I am very proud and pleased with you, your willingness to obey is very encouraging to me as your Master and trainer. Tell me honestly how you feel right now." I thought for a few moments, collecting my thoughts. "Well Sir, I admit that many emotions have been flowing through my mind since I arrived here yesterday. I have been scared, angry, confused and so nervous. But mainly I have been thrilled beyond belief; I have reached ecstasy and happiness that I have never experienced before. When you said that you are proud of me I was overjoyed, obeying and pleasing you is my aim while I am here. The pain I felt in the schoolroom last night was awful, but when I started to fly that was the best high I have ever experienced. I know that I can trust you 100%, I was very hesitant about the golden shower but found it very thrilling. Sir, I am not sure as yet about being a 24/7 slave, but I hope I can please you some more today." "Very good Melissa, thank you for your trust. I do have plans for this afternoon, but right now I think we both need some nourishment. Go and make some sandwiches and coffee for lunch." "Yes Sir!" I scurried off to the kitchen to prepare lunch. As I made the sandwiches I marveled to myself how content and happy I was feeling and with no trepidation of what may happen in the afternoon. I wondered if maybe this was the life I desired so much, free of the stresses of everyday work. As we ate lunch Master gave me some idea of what would be required if I were to decide to become his 24/7 submissive. I listened intently from my place on the floor at his feet; his ideas and plans for the future filling my head and making my excitement level rise higher. Master insisted that he did not want a decision that weekend, I was to go away that evening and think about it for at least a week, then ring him with my decision. After lunch was finished and the dishes cleared away I followed Master back to the dungeon and followed his instruction to lie on my back on the special massage table. Leather cuffs were once again fastened to my wrists and also this time to my ankles. I winced as once again clamps were attached to my nipples and yelped in pain when clamps were also attached to my labia. Some thin lengths of elastic were then attached to the four clamps and I was ordered down onto the floor on my hands and knees. Master knelt down beside me and stretched out the lengths of elastic. The clamp on my right nipple was joined by a length of elastic to the cuff on my left wrist. Likewise the clamp on my left nipple was joined to my right wrist. Although the pain was intense from the clamps I was beginning to realize what my Master was doing. Carefully he attached the clamp on my right labia to the cuff on my left ankle and of course the same thing happened to my left labia that was connected with elastic to my right ankle. He then attached a leather collar around my neck to which he clipped a dog walking lead. "Right Melissa, crawl around the room!" Sir Matt ordered as he slowly led me by the dog's lead. I cannot begin to describe the sensations as I began to crawl around the floor. The pressure on the clamps increased and then eased as my arms and legs moved alternately forward. The pain from the clamps soon disappeared completely and I was nearly overcome by the rapture and euphoria of the absolute pleasure I was experiencing. It wasn't long before I started to orgasm and to keep crawling while this was happening was quite difficult. However if I stopped Master gave me a couple of clips on my arse with a crop and that soon got me moving once again. So I forced myself to keep crawling with multiple orgasms rippling through my now sweating body. As we neared the massage table Master pulled me gently to a halt and I stayed on my hands and knees, my body shaking with pleasure. Master quickly removed the elastic and the clips from my pussy and nipples, and then assisted me onto the massage table. Melissa's Story Ch. 03 The ankle and wrist cuffs were soon attached to the table's special clips and I lay on my back, breasts still heaving from the crawling exercise, wondering what was going to happen to me next. Master slipped a blindfold over my eyes and my world turned black; all I could hear was the sound of Sir leaving the room. I forced myself to try and relax, knowing that I could have a long wait for Sir to return. However as the minutes ticked past the tension and excitement started to get to me, my still sore nipples were once again hard and of course my ever-wet pussy felt ready to overflow. I was therefore quite grateful when I heard the dungeon door open and Master return. Suddenly the part of the massage table supporting my head began to lower and of course my head fell back with it until it seemed that my neck could stretch no further. Then I felt my Master's hard cock pushing at my lips that automatically opened as his penis pushed it's way into my mouth. Deeper it slowly moved until it tapped the back of my throat, I forced myself to relax and accept this surprise and very welcome invader. Slowly Master started to move his cock in and out, fucking my mouth and using his slave for his pleasure. I pictured what I must look like and once again thought what my parents would say if they could see me now. However due to the cock moving in and out of my mouth I was unable to chuckle and so I concentrated on giving pleasure to my wonderful Master. As I got my breathing in tune with his thrusts I sucked hard, wanting and needing his sperm to invade my mouth. Master's thrusts of his hard cock in my mouth became quicker and more urgent. As his cock pushed its way into my throat I readied myself to receive his seed and it was a short time later that the lovely sticky taste that I had missed for too long started to fill my mouth. Greedily I swallowed as Master continued to pump his sperm into my mouth. He kept his cock there as it slowly became limp and I kept sucking so that I would not spill one drop. I licked my lips as Master withdrew from my mouth, hoping that I had pleased him. Not a word had been spoken since Sir's return to the dungeon and, although I had not been ordered to, I remained silent. The head of the table silently moved back up until it was level and I felt Master undo the clips holding me on the leather surface. Master's strong hands helped me up off the table and I was guided back to a standing position. I was still blindfolded but soon realised what was to happen as my wrists cuffs were clipped together, the chain attached and my arms winched about my head, jut like earlier that morning. The leg spreader was once again attached to my ankles, I felt vulnerable and helpless, but at the same time totally safe, such was the trust I now had with my extraordinary Master. My Master moved away for a short time and then I sensed him standing once again in front of me. Suddenly the blindfold was removed and I gasped in awe as I gazed at Master. He was bare to the waist, clad only in black leather trousers complete with black leather boots. In each hand he held a cat-of-nine-tails, the leather thongs about a foot in length. Master took a step forward and kissed me full on the lips, stepped back, smiled at me then raised one of the cats and slashed it gently across my breasts. I yelled in shock as the cat in his other hand immediately hit where the first one had, forming criss-cross red marks across my breasts. Master was double whipping me, each time a cat left my skin it was replaced with the other one. He moved slowly around me, whipping me from my knees to my shoulders, back and front. "Whoosh, crack, whoosh, crack!" the sounds of the whipping reverberated around the soundproof room and each time the fronds landed I was crying out in pain. Master's whipping was very accurate and even in my excited and pressured situation I noted that the whips did not hit in the area of my kidneys. Suddenly, as last night in the schoolroom, the pain went and was replaced by pleasure! Once again I seemed to be floating, flying near the ceiling, the feel of the whips on my body bringing me feelings of absolute rapture. Multiple orgasms started to flow again through my body and when the tips of a cat flicked my vagina I thought I was going to pass out from the ecstasy. Time meant nothing to me as Master continued to whip me and orgasms turned my body to jelly. Some time later I was aware that Master had removed the leg spreaders and the ankle and wrist cuffs. As I came out of my sub-space I realised that I was lying on the dungeon floor, furs under and over me, Master sitting in a chair watching and smiling at me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the furs, knowing at that moment that this was my destiny, my future, I was going to become a 24/7 slave. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was Master Matt shaking me. "Wake up Melissa, it is time for you to return home. I want you to have a good night's sleep before returning to work tomorrow." "Oh Sir, is it that time already?" I asked as he helped me to my feet. I looked down at the fading stripes on my body and smiled at the memory of my first double whipping. I was about to speak when Master put a finger over my mouth. "Shhh Melissa, no need to speak, your reaction to the whipping is all the thanks I need, now go and get dressed and collect your things." I fell to my knees and kissed the leather of my Master's boots, then rose and scuttled off to dress. Sir was waiting by the front door as I returned to the hall. He smiled, took me in his arms and kissed me. "Drive carefully Melissa and let me know your decision in a week. I expect your call at 6.00pm next Sunday." Master said as he pushed me gently out the front doorway. I turned and gazed adoringly at him, "Thank you Master Matt, I will call next Sunday." I drove carefully home, trying to concentrate on the traffic and not let my mind wander to the events of the wonderful weekend. After parking my car I was rummaging in my bag for my front door keys and I found the envelope that I had left on my Master's hall table yesterday. It was unopened! The End? Melissa's Story Ch. 04 Author's Note: If you have not read Melissa's Story, Parts 1,2 & 3, I suggest you do before reading part 4. * * * * * The week following my amazing weekend with Master Matt passed quite quickly. I studied more sites on the Internet that gave me details of the lives of 24/7 slaves and my mind was constantly thinking about my upcoming decision. If my answer was to be in the affirmative what a big change it would be in my life. From the successful businesswoman with many friends to a live in full time position as slave to a BDSM Master. I knew that I could always go back to employment if the 24/7 situation did not suit. I made notes on a large sheet of paper, weighing the pros and cons of my decision, determined that I would look at both sides to make the most of my life at that particular time. The hours leading up to 6.00pm Sunday dragged slowly by but I was amazingly calm as I finally picked up the phone and dialed Matt's number. "Exactly on time, excellent Melissa." Matt took me by surprise with his first words. "Oh thank you Sir," I replied, my voice quavering a little. "What is your decision Melissa?" Wow, Master certainly was straight to the point, I decided to follow his example. "I wish to become your full time live in slave, Sir, if you still consider I am worthy and will still have me." "Very good Melissa, of course I still want you, when can you move in? What are you plans for your townhouse?" "Sir, I have arranged for a trusted friend to rent it off me. That means I do not have to sell or store the furniture. I can be with you on Monday week, I have to give a week's notice at work" "Excellent Melissa, I shall see you on Monday morning in a week's time. I will make sure that you do not regret your decision." Click, the phone went dead and I realized that I was shaking like a leaf. I had done it! I was going to change my lifestyle completely and become a full time slave. How my life had changed in the few weeks since my first spanking! What would the future hold? I couldn't wait to find out. After a very hectic week and many unanswered questions as to my plans at work, I packed my personal belongings over the weekend and packed them into my car. Monday morning I took one last look around my lovely townhouse, slammed the door shut and headed off to my new life, driving carefully through the driving rain. My Master must have been watching for my arrival as he strode across his front lawn before I could get out of the car. "Park around the back Melissa, in the carport next to my car." "Yes Sir!" I replied and followed his instructions. Master followed me around and was standing beside my car as I opened the door. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes to the ground, knowing right then that this was where I wanted to be, my decision was correct. Master held out a hand, "Car keys," He ordered. I handed over my keys, a symbol of any freedom that I had left. "Stand and strip!" My head was spinning as I quickly rose to my feet, strip here, out in the open? In the cold and rain, in view of the neighbors? I looked questioningly at Master and knew from the stern expression on his face that he was not joking. I lowered my eyes to the ground and quickly removed all my clothes, dropping them on the wet ground in front of Him. Before I realized what was happening a blindfold had been slipped over my eyes and handcuffs attached to my wrists. Master then raised my arms above my head and attached the handcuffs to a hook on the framework of the carport. I shivered as a gust of wind blew cold rain over my naked body and then yelped as clamps were attached to my nipples. That was to be the last sound I was to utter for some time as a ball gag was forced into my mouth and secured into position. I heard the sounds of my car's trunk being opened, my suitcases taken out and the trunk slammed shut. Master Matt's footsteps then receded along the gravel path to the house and I was left, alone and naked. The pain of the clamps was intense as I stood shivering in the cold and wet. Many questions were running through my head. How long would I be kept out here? Could the neighbors see me? Had I made the right decision? This was not how I had pictured my first day as a slave, I was feeling sorry for myself and felt like crying. The wind seemed to be blowing stronger and the rain heavier and I was soon shivering uncontrollably. It was hard to keep track of time but I made myself keep as calm as possible under the stressful circumstances. Suddenly I heard a door open and footsteps on the gravel. Without warning a thick leather strap exploded across the cold wet skin of my ass. I screamed into the gag at the sudden pain but there was no relief as the strap was applied twelve times. I sighed in relief as the cuffs were suddenly taken from the hook and Master guided me to the house, my bare feet hurting on the sharp gravel stones. Still blindfolded and gagged I was pushed around some corners without any words being spoken. We came to a stop and the cuffs, gag, nipple clamps and blindfold were removed, the sudden bright light taking me by surprise. "Melissa, shower and clean yourself, dry your hair completely and report nude to the lounge room within twenty minutes. Bring your jewelry and all your watches and clocks with you." Before I had time to reply the door slammed shut behind me and I was alone. As my eyes became accustomed to the bright light I saw I was in a small bedroom. A single bed, a chest of drawers and wardrobe stood on the cold polished boards. Through a doorway I could see a small bathroom equipped with shower, basin and toilet. Sheets, blankets and towels were on the unmade bed and I shivered again as I saw the chains attached to each corner of the bed. This was obviously my room and any thoughts I had about sharing my Master's bed quickly disappeared. I suddenly remembered my orders, had a quick warming shower, dried my hair thoroughly, applied some lipstick, collected the items Master had ordered and made my way to the lounge room. Master was sitting in his favorite chair and I immediately knelt at his feet with my head bowed, awaiting his orders, the only sound was the clicking of the grandfather clock. Finally my Master spoke, "Look at me Melissa." I raised my head to see my Master's lovely smile and I smiled back. "You have pleased me well Melissa, give me your possessions, go to the kitchen and make fresh coffee for both of us. I'm sure you need a hot drink, bring them back in here, there is a fruit bun too." "Yes Sir!" I jumped to my feet, handed over my jewelry and watches and moved quickly to the kitchen. After making the coffee and slicing and buttering the bun I placed them on a tray and returned to the lounge. I was thrilled to be sitting at my Master's feet, sipping the fresh, warming coffee and waiting in silence for my next instructions. Just as we finished I jumped with fright as the front door bell rang loudly. "Well don't just sit Melissa, go and answer the door." "But Sir," I gasped as I jumped to my feet, "Like this, with no clothes?" Sir did not answer; he just pointed in the direction of the hall and the front door. I gulped and quickly moved to the front door. I had a quick look through the spy hole and was slightly relieved to see a lady of about forty standing there, a leather bag hanging on her arm. Taking a deep breath I opened the door. "Ah, you must be Melissa, nice to meet you," the lady said as she strode into the hall. "Nice to meet you too Ma'am," I replied holding out my hand to take her bag. She ignored me and moved quickly ahead of me into the lounge. As I re-entered the room I was surprised to see her kneeling at Master's feet, her head bowed. I followed suit and knelt beside her, my head bowed and my mind racing. "Melissa, take the tray and go into the kitchen, wash the dishes and sit on one of the chairs and wait." I hurried to obey, wanting to show my Master and the stranger that I could cope with this, to me, unusual situation. I could hear their voices but not understand what they were saying as I washed and dried the dishes. Dutifully I sat on one of the kitchen chairs and waited. It wasn't long before Sir entered the kitchen with some lengths of rope in a hand. My arms and legs were quickly secured to the chair and Master called out, "Come in here Mary." I gasped in surprise as Mary walked into the kitchen; she too was nude and had clamps on her nipples and labia. Without speaking she opened her bag and laid out hair dressing equipment, scissors, brushes, combs, a razor and a silk cloth. The silk cloth was promptly fastened around my neck covering my body and Mary took up a pair of scissors. I couldn't help myself as Mary stood beside me clicking her scissors, my hair had been long for years, almost to my waist and I loved it that way. "Oh Sir, please not my hair, please I don't want to lose my hair, I have worn it long for years." "Keep going Mary, I want it really short," Sir replied, then went on as Mary began to cut hugs lengths of my hair, "Melissa this haircut is for three reasons. One, it is to signify your new position in life, the change of corporate success lady to slave. Second, long hair gets in my way when you suck me and I want to see you doing that, I don't want my view interrupted by your hair getting in the way, Thirdly, it's possible for your hair to tangle with my whips and we both don't want that." Tears were rolling down my cheeks as my long tresses fell on the floor. Having my hair cut was something I had never considered and I knew I had no say in it. I was glad there was no mirror as Mary continued to snip away the years of growth. Finally when she finished with the scissors she took the razor and with the aid of hot water and soap shaved the hairs off my neck. "That looks great Mary, very sexy look indeed" Sir said as Mary removed the cloth, "You will be rewarded." Sir then removed the ropes and pulled me to my feet. "Right both of you, to the dungeon now and no talking!" Mary & I scuttled off to the dungeon where we both knelt facing the door, waiting for my Master to enter. We caught ourselves glancing at each other a couple of times and Mary looked at my short hair and smiled at me, which was encouraging. Sir entered about two minutes later and hauled me to my feet, leading me over to the gynecologist's chair. I sat as directed and placed my feet wide apart in the stirrups, remaining silent as Master strapped my legs and arms in place. My mind raced as to what was going to happen to me now, I was soon to find out. "Mary you know what to do now." Master's voice rang clearly through the room. Mary scuttled out of the room and quickly returned with a mug of soapy hot water, a shaving brush and safety razor. She knelt down between my legs and I closed my eyes in resignation as Mary soaped my pubic hair with the shaving brush. I knew that protesting to Sir would be useless but I felt quite humiliated as Mary put down the brush and picked up the safety razor. "Hold still Melissa," Sir ordered. As if I would start squirming now I thought to myself as Mary started to shave off all the hair between my legs. I admitted to myself that it felt quite erotic but wished it was Sir doing it, and not a female who I hardly knew. I jumped as Sir tilted the chair back to allow Mary easier access to the hairs around my arse, and once again forced myself to remain still as the razor scraped over my skin. It wasn't long before Mary was wiping the excess soap from my groin and she sat back admiring her handy-work. Mary looked up at Sir and licked her lips in a very suggestive manner, before gazing back at my shaven pussy. "No Mary, not tonight, I think Melissa has had enough excitement for one day, come here Mary." Mary dutifully rose and stood at attention before my Master, her eyes on the floor. Master suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her roughly over to the bondage table. My eyes nearly popped from my head as Sir threw her on the table face down and quickly secured her ankles and wrists. Sir bent at the knees and grasped a thin whippy cane from the rack under the table. Without any warm-up at all he proceeded to cane Mary with hard strokes. Mary shrieked in pain at each stroke and I counted twelve before the caning stopped. Master then went to a cupboard and took out two vibrators, a large one and a thinner one. These we roughly pushed into Mary's vagina and rectum and turned onto full vibrations. Mary was thrashing and sobbing on the table as Sir moved over to me and released me from the chair. "Go to your room and wait Melissa, I will be there shortly." I moved quickly from the dungeon with the delighted screams of an orgasmic Mary ringing in my ears. I went straight to my room and after using the toilet dared to look at myself in the mirror. 'Oh my God, is that me?' I said to myself as I looked at the shorthaired urchin in the reflection. I poked my tongue at the reflection and burst out laughing, if my friends could see me now! After a couple of minutes I began to like my new look, Sir had been right, a new look for my new position in life, I looked great. I moved back into my little room and began to unpack my clothes, occasionally running my fingers over my smooth bald pussy. After unpacking I glanced around my room to make sure it was tidy and sat contentedly on the edge of the bed awaiting my Master. How long I waited I do not know, the removal of all my timepieces made it impossible to gauge. Suddenly the door opened and Sir burst into the room. I fell onto my knees at his feet awaiting his command. "Melissa, lie on your back on the bed," Sir commanded. I hurried to obey and spread my legs apart as I saw Sir preparing the corner chains to be attached to my ankles and wrists. I was soon secured helplessly, wondering but not worrying about what would happen next. My wonderful Master sat down on the edge of the bed and his fingers trailed up and down my body causing tremors of anticipation. Master smiled down at me and I smiled back, "How are you Melissa, happy with your first day of being my slave?" My mind quickly flashed back over the day. Tied and whipped outside in the carport, having my hair cut very short and my pussy shaved, I had never have imagined those things happening to me. "Yes Sir, thank you, I have been very surprised and delighted with my time here with you today." Master's fingers continued to trace patterns over my body as he spoke. "Very good Melissa, there are many surprises ahead for you but they can wait until tomorrow. In the morning we are going shopping. I am entertaining a Mistress friend tomorrow night and I want you to select the menu then prepare and cook the meal." "Yes Sir, it will be my pleasure." I smiled to myself because I love to cook and I swore to prepare a feast they would not forget. "Good Melissa, I have one more duty for you tonight." As he spoke Sir rose from the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes. Once again I admired his physique but my eyes were mainly fixed on his hard cock. My pussy was suddenly drenched as Sir climbed on the bed between my legs. There was to be no foreplay as Sir placed his cock at the entrance to my shaven pussy and pushed forward hard. My Master fucked me hard and I pushed my hips to him as I strained against the chains. Quicker and quicker my Master moved, using his slut slave as his sex object, and I loved it! It wasn't long before Master orgasmed, pumping his sperm deep into my cunt, his moans and my screams filling the small room. As I collapsed back onto the bed I felt the chains being taken from my body and soon the sheet and blankets were pulled over my body. Master kissed me full on the lips, a kiss I returned with passion. Then he rose and walked to the door. "You have done well Melissa, I am pleased with you. Sleep well and stay here in your room until I call you in the morning." With that the door shut and I snuggled own into my comfy little bed. I felt so happy as I drifted off to sleep, I was looking forward to whatever tomorrow may bring. Master Matt pulling the blankets off me and lifting me bodily off the bed to stand on shaky legs as I was woken from a deep sleep. I was still half-asleep and it took me a few seconds to realize where I was. Master pushed me into a corner of the shower recess where he grabbed the shower with the massage head. Next thing I was hit by a hard stream of cold water and I screamed out loud with the shock. "Melissa, spread your cunt lips!" The order was short, sharp and in a tone of voice to be obeyed. As the cold water sprayed on my hard nipples my shaking hands went to my shaven pussy lips and spread them wide. Immediately the hard stream of cold water was aimed straight at my groin and I screamed out loud again. A mixture of pain and pleasure flooded through my body and suddenly my body shook with a huge orgasm, my legs gave way under me and I fell to the shower floor. As I lay panting on the floor Master turned the water to warm, grinned, handed me the shower nozzle and left the bathroom. "The kitchen, dressed to shop, twenty minutes." Master called out to me from my bedroom. I quickly showered and toweled myself dry, then applied my makeup whilst marveling at the change the new hairstyle made to my appearance. I quickly dressed, made my way to the kitchen and fell to my knees at Master's feet. I smiled to myself as his hand reached out and stroked my hair. "Did you sleep well Melissa?" "Yes I did thank you Sir, I was tired after an eventful day." "Very good, well you should sleep even better tonight, toast and coffee for me, and make whatever you want for yourself, we will go shopping in an hour. As I said last night the menu for tonight is in your hands, prepare a list for the supermarket when we have finished breakfast." Master Matt said then picked up the paper and went back to reading the sporting pages. "Yes Sir!" I replied and then busied myself in the kitchen, Master words of 'you should sleep even better tonight' ringing in my ears, what would happen later today? After breakfast Master and I drove to the supermarket where he gave me some money and left me to do the shopping while he wandered around the shopping center. The studded collar around my neck created many sniggers behind my back from other shoppers but I did not care. I felt supremely happy and whatever other people thought was no concern of mine. Master was back at the car before myself and we drove back to his home where I was to spend most of the day in the kitchen. I heard the front door bell ring three times but obeyed my instructions to remain in the kitchen while Master attended to his clients. The only time I saw Him was for a light lunch of a salad roll and fruit. I had decided on home made pumpkin soup, followed by roast beef with vegetables and gravy. Dessert would be my specialty, profiteroles filled with custard and a lovely smooth chocolate topping. Master had organized the wine and I happily busied myself preparing the meal, wondering what would happen later that night. I set the dining room table for two people and was pleasantly surprised when told to set a place for myself. I was looking forward to the evening with whatever excitement it may bring. Dinner was set to start at 6.30pm and at 5.30 Master returned to the kitchen. "Everything ready Melissa?" "Yes Sir," I replied as I turned from the oven. "Very good, go to your room, shower and change into the clothes I have left on your bed. You will answer the door when Mistress Brandy arrives at 6.00pm. I am going to change, make sure the answering machine is on." "Yes Sir." I said as Master turned on his heels and left me. After checking the answering machine I went to my bedroom and found a very small French maid's outfit lain out on the bed. I quickly shaved my pussy, showered and slipped into the flimsy clothes. I decided that I looked very sexy and Master smiled approvingly at me as I moved through the lounge to the front hall. I felt very happy and relaxed, if I had known then what was planned for me later that night my feelings would have been very different. Melissa's Story Ch. 04 I heard Mistress Brandy's footsteps on the wooden porch and opened the door immediately the bell rang. I gasped in surprise when Mistress moved into the hallway. She was at least six feet tall and slim with large breasts. Long brown hair was brushed back over her shoulders but it was her clothes that took my breath away as she removed and handed me a leather coat. A soft leather waistcoat barely contained her breasts, a short leather mini finished half way down her slim thighs and her thigh high boots almost touched the hem of the skirt. I bowed and after hanging her coat I ushered Mistress Brandy into the lounge where she was warmly greeted by my Master. After introductions I was ordered into the kitchen to complete the preparation of the meal. I could hear but not understand their voices and smiled as I heard loud laughter intermingled with the chatter. I served the soup at exactly 6.30 and took my place at the table. I felt overawed as Master and Mistress chatted and kept my head down while I sipped my soup. "Melissa, look at me." Mistress Brandy suddenly ordered and then smiled at me as our eyes met. "Matthew she is lovely, you have chosen well, I hope that the two of you have a long and happy association together." I blushed bright red as Master replied. "Yes Brandy, Melissa is doing very well so far, though of course it is only her second day. I have many plans for her future, but tonight will be a good test of her obedience qualities. I must say the soup is delicious Melissa, I hope that the rest of the meal is as tasty." "Thank you Ma'am and Sir for your compliments, I do hope you enjoy the rest of the meal," I said as I gathered the soup plates and returned to the kitchen. The rest of the meal went smoothly and, much to my relief, Master and Mistress were both encouragingly appreciative of my cooking skills. As I cleared the dessert plates away and served coffee Master spoke to me. "Melissa after you clear the dishes and load the dishwasher return here, oh and you had better empty your bladder, it may be a while before you are able to go to the toilet again." "Oh my God" I thought to myself as I followed Master's instructions, "What was going to happen now?" I dutifully carried out my duties, went to the toilet and returned to the dining room. As I entered Master signaled for me to come and stand between Him and Mistress Brandy. I stood at attention, forcing myself to remain calm, knowing that I has the utmost trust in my wonderful Master. "Melissa, congratulations from both of us on an excellent meal, it was worthy of a top class restaurant," said Mistress Brandy. "Thank you Ma'am." I replied, feeling very pleased with myself. Master Matt agreed, "Yes Melissa, my congratulations too, now strip!" "Strip Sir?" I was shocked. "Do I have to repeat myself?" Master asked sarcastically. My reply was to quickly strip off my little French Maid's uniform and I was soon standing naked, quite embarrassed to be seen like this by Mistress Brandy. I automatically placed my hands on my head as I wanted to be seen as a well-trained and obedient slave. "Face Mistress Brandy," Master ordered, "And spread your legs wide apart!" I blushed bright red as I followed my orders, facing the Mistress with my eyes on the floor. "Yes, she certainly is lovely Matthew," Mistress Brandy purred, "I'm sure she will make an excellent bondage model tonight." "Melissa," Master explained, "Mistress Brandy is an expert in bondage and she is going to show me some of her techniques using you as the model. Go to the dungeon and lay on the table, we will join you in a few minutes." "Yes Sir and Ma'am." I replied and moved quickly to the dungeon, lying on the cool leather as ordered. I had left the door open and could hear laughter from the dining room, I forced myself to relax knowing I was safe. Presently Master and Mistress walked into the dungeon. Master sat on a high stool to watch the proceedings while Mistress collected some rope from the hooks on the wall and stood beside me. For the next hour or so I was tied up in knots in many different positions. It was interesting that Mistress always employed a "safety knot" that gave me the end of a length of rope that, if I pulled it, would release my wrist from the knots. This, Ma'am explained was in case an accident happened to the Dom/Domme and it allowed the submissive to escape. Of course all these knots and the threading of the rope meant that the Mistress' hands touched all areas of my body, sometimes to my embarrassment. But of course I did not complain and after a while relaxed and enjoyed the feelings the various positions gave me. Mistress certainly was an expert and to listen to her explain what she was doing to Master was very educational. Bondage was certainly more than just tying rope around a person's limbs. Finally I found myself lying flat on my back, my wrists and ankles secured in the traditional "spread-eagle" position. Mistress stood beside me and asked, "Matthew, do you mind? I find Melissa very attractive." "Of course Brandy, help yourself, enjoy, she is yours for the night." My mind raced, 'yours for the night', oh my God, what was going to happen to me? "Thank you Matthew, I will look after her very well." With that statement Mistress Brandy started to run her fingertips all over my body, sometimes pinching my flesh between her sharp fingernails. When her hands settled on my breasts and started pinching my nipples I started to panic and strained against the ropes. "Easy Melissa, you are not going anywhere," Master Matt's voice made me jump. "I want you to submit to Mistress Brandy, tonight is another part of your education. Relax and let yourself enjoy the situation." "Y'yes Sir," I replied, not feeling relaxed in the slightest way. I had never considered myself bisexual in any way and I felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. I moaned in frustration as Mistress lowered her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth. I could feel her teeth nibbling and despite my initial feelings of revulsion realized that my pussy was becoming wet. As if reading my mind Mistress slipped a finger into my vagina and gently frigged me a few times. When withdrawn the finger was glistening with my juices and Mistress almost triumphantly pushed the finger into my mouth, forcing me to suck it dry. She stepped back from the table and quickly stripped off all her clothes, smiling at me as she moved back beside my head. Holding one of her large breasts in a hand Mistress guided the nipple towards my mouth. I glanced over at my Master and he smiled and nodded his encouragement. I opened my mouth and sucked on Mistress' nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. I found myself becoming more excited as I heard a moan of delight from Mistress Brandy. After getting my mouth to pleasure both her nipples Mistress kissed me full on the mouth and to my great surprise I found myself returning her kiss. Quickly Mistress kissed and licked her way down my body until her mouth hovered over my pussy. Any distress I had felt was soon blown away as Mistress' tongue went to work on my pussy. I was soon straining against the ropes again as I thrust my hips to her eager mouth. When She pushed her tongue into my love tunnel I cried out loud in passion and it was not long before an orgasm racked my body. Mistress seemed to suck the juices out of me and as my body slumped back onto the table she kissed me again so I could taste my wetness on her lips. I closed my eyes as the pleasure slowly subsided and I could feel strong hands taking the ropes from my body. Suddenly a blindfold was slipped over my eyes and I was lifted bodily from the table. I could tell from the touch that the hands were those of my Master and I relaxed as my hands were handcuffed behind me. The hands directed me a short distance and then forced me to my knees. The bright lights made me blink as the blindfold was removed and as I focussed all I could see was Mistress Brandy's pussy inches from my face. Ma'am was sitting on the gynecologist's chair that I was pleasured on during my first visit by my now Master. My immediate reaction was to recoil my head back and away from Ma'am's pussy but Master's strong hands pushed my face into her shaven cunt. I knew I had no choice and when Master whispered in my ear, "Do it for me Slave Melissa" I resolved to pleasure Mistress Brandy as best I could. Master took his hands from my head and I kept on sucking, nibbling and tonguing my Mistress' vagina. I could hear her moaning with pleasure as I became used to the taste and plunged my tongue into her wetness. It wasn't long before I felt Ma'am's hips thrusting forward and she screamed out loudly as she orgamsed, her juices flooding my mouth. I sat back on my heels and felt Master release me from the handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists and squatted on my heels watching Mistress Brandy's breathing slowly return to normal. Eventually she smiled down at me and said, "Thank you Melissa, I really needed that. You were very good for a first timer. I shall now go and freshen up." Ma'am dismounted from the chair, kissed my forehead and left the dungeon. I remained kneeling, waiting for my Master's next instructions. I heard his footsteps come near and then his strong hands lifted me to my feet and he held me in a giant bear hug. "Excellent Melissa, that was a big test for you and you came through with flying colors. You could have used the safeword and Mistress Brandy would have stopped immediately. Your new talents may come in handy sometime with a lady client or two. Some have a fantasy of making love with another woman and now they can do it in a safe, gentle environment with you, providing both of you are in agreement. You will be rewarded tomorrow, I think it is time for you to fly once again." "Oh Sir, thank you. I know I could have used the safeword but I wanted to please you, my Master. I must admit that at first I was somewhat disgusted, but that soon changed and at the end I loved serving Mistress Brandy. It will be my pleasure to fly again under your hand, Sir." "Excellent Melissa, I am going to bed now, Mistress Brandy is using the spare bedroom. I want you to join her for the night and gain more experience. I am very pleased with you Melissa, you are exceeding my expectations." Master kissed me on the forehead, turned and left the dungeon. I coiled the ropes and tidied the room, and after a quick wash I made my way to Mistress Brandy's room. I knocked and after receiving permission I entered, there to stay the night in the arms of Mistress Brandy. She patiently showed me many ways to pleasure another woman and we eventually fell asleep, both of us exhausted after many orgasms. I must have slept very well because when I awoke Mistress Brandy had left. I gathered the sheets from the bed and took them to the laundry. After working out how to get the washing machine into action I made the bed with clean sheets, went to own room for a quick shower and then made my way to the kitchen. Master was reading the paper and I quickly dropped to my knees at his feet. "Good morning Melissa, I trust you slept well. Mistress Brandy spoke to me this morning and she was extremely pleased with your cooperation and the quickness in which you learnt. She has asked me if she can take you out tomorrow morning and I agreed. I do not know what is on her mind, she would not tell me, but I trust her implicitly, you will be collected at 10.00am. Now how about some breakfast?" "Yes Master, I will be ready for Mistress Brandy at 10.00 tomorrow morning." I jumped to my feet to prepare the breakfast, my mind whirring as to what would happen tomorrow. As we ate breakfast Master told me of the clients he had today and gave me instructions of the assistance I would be required to give. I was also ordered to be present in the dungeon at 3.00pm for my reward. How my pussy tingled at the mention of the reward, to go into subspace and fly again, oh I am indeed a lucky slave. My duties were minimal with the day's clients and I kept a watchful eye on the kitchen clock as the day slowly made its way to 3.00pm. Finally the allotted time arrived and I made my way to the dungeon, excited at being with my Master again, just Him and me. I knocked and entered at his immediate command. Master was sitting on the bondage table, his legs swinging aimlessly, a welcoming smile on his handsome face. I automatically fell to my knees at his feet with my head bowed, proud to be the slave of this wonderful, understanding and considerate man. Master jumped down of the table and suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair. I cried out in shock as much as pain as he hauled me to my feet and roughly pushed me face down onto the table. My arms were grabbed and placed behind my back by Sir's strong hands and leather wrist cuffs were attached. Forcefully I was manhandled into the center of the room; my arms raised above my head and the cuffs attached once again to the chain dangling from the ceiling. Master wound the winch until I was standing straight and then attached a spreader to my ankles. I was now completely at his mercy as I had been before and as I glanced down at my erect nipples I wondered how would Master make me fly today? Master was behind me and I thought I heard a match being struck. This proved to be correct as Master appeared in front of me wheeling a trolley with a flat tray top. The tray held a lit candle and two vibrators, one large and one smaller, each with thin cables attached to a black box that was plugged into the electricity supply. On a second shelf there was a strange looking affair of leather belts and buckles together with a thin, whippy cane, a tube of lubricant and some towels. Firstly a flat belt was secured around my waist; this had another strap dangling down to the floor between my legs. Master applied some lubricant to the smaller of the two vibrators, then took both of them and moved behind me. I forced myself to relax as the smaller one was pushed firmly up my arse, the lubricant helping to ease its progress. Masters' hand appeared between my legs with the larger vibrator and pushed it easily into my vagina, my natural wetness making lubrication unnecessary. As I looked down I saw Master's hand grasp the leather strap and draw it between my legs. I felt the strap press the two vibrators firmly into my body as Master clipped it to the belt around my waist. I realized that there was no way the vibrators could fall out until the strap between my legs was released. Master twiddled a dial on the black box and both vibrators started to whir gently, causing a shiver of lust through my body. My eyes widened as Master took hold of the candle and held it high above my breasts. I watched a droplet of hot wax form as Sir tilted the candle and then the wax dropped onto my right breast. I winced as the heat burnt my skin and just as quickly faded away as the wax cooled. It wasn't long before the wax was constantly dripping and both my breasts soon had small droplets of wax over them. The pain was not too bad until Master began to slowly lower the candle. The less distance the wax had to fall meant it stayed hotter and I was soon crying out loudly as the burning sensations worsened. Tears were forming in my eyes and soon rolling down my cheeks as the pain level increased. When a large drop of wax landed on my left nipple it was too much for me and I cried out "Mercy"! Master immediately removed the candle and blew out the flame. Sir scraped the wax off with his fingernails and held my face while he wiped the tears away with a towel. Suddenly my mind was taken off the burning sensations on my breasts as Master turned the knob causing the vibrators to increase their pace. Master picked up the black box in one hand and the cane in the other and moved behind me. I knew what was coming and prepared myself for the initial pain of the cane, knowing that it would lead to the ultimate pleasure. I was about to receive my reward! "Whish - whack!" The cane landed on my arse cheeks with considerable force. My body arched against the securing chains and I cried out loudly. "Whish - whack!" The cane continued to rise and fall and at the same time there was an increase in the vibrations in my pussy and arse hole! After six strokes my cries of pain suddenly turned to cries of pleasure as I climaxed for the first time. Once again I was flying in sub-space, seemingly floating near the ceiling of the dungeon as multiple orgasms continued to pleasure my body. The vibrations grew more insistent as the cane played its merry tune on my arse and upper thighs. I cannot adequately describe how I felt at that time because it seemed that I was in some sort of trance, all I knew was that I was cumming and cumming. How long I flew I do not know because I must have passed out with pleasure at some stage. When I awoke I was again lying on furs on the dungeon floor; the vibrators had been removed, as had the belts, cuffs and the spreader bar. I opened my eyes as Master covered me with another large fur and motioned to me to stay silent and remain where I was. My eyes closed and as I drifted off to sleep again I was aware of mini orgasms still trembling through my body. Master must have been keeping an eye on me with the closed circuit television because as I woke and struggled to my feet he suddenly entered the dungeon, picked me up and carried me to His bed. Master laid me on my back, stripped off his clothes and gently made love with me. Again time was an unknown quantity as my Master fucked and had his way with his delighted slave. As we both exploded with our personal orgasms I was overcome with the emotions that I felt for this wonderful man, my Master. The next day Mistress Brandy collected me at the arranged time and took me to the largest mall in our city. As she drove she explained to me her plan to surprise my Master, a plan to which I was fully in agreement. We spent over two hours at one special shop, laughing like schoolgirls as the surprise took shape. Finally we were able to leave the shop with the surprise and Mistress Brandy drove me to my Master's home. I hugged and kissed her goodbye and ran up the path, I could hardly wait to present my Master with his surprise. Master Matt smiled broadly as I threw myself at his feet, "Something you wish to say Melissa?" "Oh yes Sir, Mistress Brandy had the most amazing idea for me to give you a special surprise, may I show it to you?" My voice had the excitement of a schoolgirl. "Certainly Melissa, I must admit that I have been intrigued since you left." "May I stand, Sir?" I asked, my heart pumping as if I had just run a mile. "Certainly, Slave Melissa, stand." I jumped quickly to my feet and turned so my back was to my Master. I bent at the waist so far that I could have easily touched my toes. Both my hands reached back and lifted the hem of my skirt up over my back, baring my arse to my Master. He could now see my gift to Him, a beautifully ornate heart shaped tattoo with "MM" in lovely script letters in the center of the heart. "Oh Melissa, what a special gift, thank you so much it is absolutely beautiful. Whatever the future holds for us you will always carry a reminder of your time here with your Master." My heart swelled with ecstasy as I felt Master's lips on my tattoo as he kissed his present. I knew right then that our association would be a long and happy one. I had found my home, my Master, my destiny! Melissa's Story Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The Training Continues As I closed the door after the last client of the day Melissa padded on bare feet from the living room, an open can of VB in her hand. "Here you are Sir, I thought you may like a cold beer after a hard day of spanking." She giggled as she passed the drink to me. "Thank you my subbie, I love it when you read my mind," I laughed, "Any messages?" "Only one phone call Sir," Melissa replied, "And it was a bit strange. She said she was from Channel 8 and wanted to include an interview with you on a TV documentary they are making on BDSM. I have her name and number for you to ring her back." "A BDSM documentary on television?" I said as I slumped into my favorite armchair. "Well that sounds interesting I must say, get her for me Melissa." "Yes Sir, my pleasure," Melissa replied, picking up the cordless phone and dialing the number. She wrinkled her nose as she listened to the recorded list of options. "I wonder if any large companies actually employ telephonists these days, I hate dealing with computers." Finally Melissa made contact with the reporter and passed the phone to me, "Her name is Anne Shearman," my subbie said as she knelt at my feet, removing my shoes and sox to start my daily foot massage. "Matt speaking, may I help you?" I said and for the next fifteen minutes I listened to Ms. Shearman motor mouth her plans for the TV show and my interview. When I was finally able to get a word in I explained my situation to her and also put her right about some misconceptions she had about the BDSM scene. Anne had not heard the words "safe, sane and consensual" used in relation to BDSM. I had to assure her that all Doms/Dommes were not sadists and in fact most were caring and understanding people who went out of their way to make ensure the safety and enjoyment of their submissives. I suggested some good web sites where she could do some investigation prior to my interview. I also stated that I wanted a signed legal contract to see the final cut and that we would negotiate any changes I required. Thirty five minutes later we agreed that Anne, her camera man and sound recorder would come to my home the following Thursday for the interview. "Well Melissa, how would you like to be on television?" I asked as I passed the telephone over. "Me on TV? Oh Sir, I would be worried that some of my old friends would recognize me and perhaps my parents find out also." "I understand that my sweet, I think I can organize that your lovely face does not appear, and just to make sure, we will obtain a mask. Anyway it just may be that shapely arse of your that gets on the screen, Anne has asked me if I have someone with whom I could do a spanking demonstration." Melissa blushed and gulped, "Oh Sir, my arse on national television? Whatever next will you have planned for me?' I laughed, "Don't worry my subbie, I will ensure that you are not embarrassed in any way and just for once you will wear panties. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, it may never get to air. Melissa?" "Yes Sir?" Melissa looked up from massaging my feet and smiled when she saw where I was pointing. She quickly wiped the excess oil from my feet and knelt up between my legs. Melissa's deft hands soon had my belt unclipped, the button undone and the zip lowered. I raised my hips and she slid the trousers and undies down and off over my feet. Her practiced hands stroked my cock and it wasn't long before I was hard and ready for her soft lips. Melissa sucked for a time on each of my balls, her shining eyes telling me how much she was enjoying pleasing her Master. After licking all over the shaft she opened her mouth and I had the wonderful sight of my cock sliding slowly out of sight. The sensations were amazing as the head of my cock went down her throat and my balls slapped her chin. Our eyes met and my subbie cheekily winked at me, then started to move her head up and down, her cheeks moving in and out as she sucked hard. I relaxed back into the chair and let Melissa please me, knowing it would not take long before I was ready to orgasm. My moans of pleasure told Melissa that I was getting close and her head bobbed up and down in long slow movements. "I'm cummmmmiiiiiinnngggggg," I cried, my hips thrusting forward as my cock spurted into her welcoming mouth. Melissa sucked hard and swallowed, loving that she was looking after her Master and making sure that she did not spill one drop. As I calmed down she smiled up at me, licking her lips in the familiar "cat's got the cream" expression that I love so much. "Thank you my subbie, you were excellent as always." "Your pleasure is always mine Master," Melissa smiled at me again as she stood, "Are you ready for dinner now? The roast beef will be done to your liking I'm sure." "Thank you Melissa, go and serve the dinner, I will be there as soon as I wash up." The next few days passed quietly as the day drew close for the television interview. Anne Shearman and her two man crew arrived on time in separate cars the following Thursday. Melissa has been fussing about the house to ensure that it looked at its best. Fresh flowers in the hall and living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen and incense burning in the dungeon. I dressed casually as usual but at Melissa's quiet insistence I wore a pair of leather trousers with a black shirt. Melissa was dressed demurely as a good subbie should be and nervously showed the TV crew into the living room. Anne introduced herself and her assistants, Jake on camera and Zeke on sound recording. Anne looked in her late thirties, medium length bottle blond hair, a lovely smile that probably cost thousands of dollars and a solid figure. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and dark blue jacket with matching blue skirt that fell just below her knees. I told Melissa to take the boys into the dungeon so they could work out camera angles and get some 'atmosphere' shots that could be edited later. While they were doing that I went over the contract with Anne. It was as I had asked for, giving me the final say as to what was to go to air, and Melissa and Jake witnessed the signatures. The dungeon was now brightly lit with extra lights and after a little discussion the interview commenced. Anne had done her homework pretty well and most of the questions were intelligent and well worded. I answered each carefully, taking my time to choose the correct words, knowing that the BDSM community and many of my friends would be watching critically. After about twenty minutes of questioning Anne called for a break. I knew that the segment that was being recorded at my place would only take about twelve minutes of the whole show and that some of the interview would end on the cutting room floor. Now it was time to record a short demonstration of what actually took place during a BDSM session, with natural emphasis on the intriguing subject of Corporal Punishment. Melissa was standing to one side looking quite nervous and concerned so I excused us for a short time and took her out to the kitchen. I gave Melissa a hug and asked, "My little subbie, are you ok to go through with the filming? You don't have to if you don't want to you know, I understand how you may be feeling." "Oh Sir, thank you. I do want to do it for you but I feel so nervous, worse than the first time I visited you here." "Perfectly understandable Melissa, but don't forget that you will be masked and none of your family or friends have seen your short hair cut. I am 100% sure that you will not be recognized." Melissa thought for a short time before replying, "Yes you are right as usual Sir, I will do it, for me, for you and for the community." "Excellent my subbie," I gave her a quick kiss, "Let's give the viewers a show they will never forget, and remember, I have the final say. So you and I will see it before it goes to air and edit anything we think is inappropriate." Melissa grinned and took my hand, "Let's go Master and show my arse to the world!" We entered the dungeon and from a drawer I took a fancy dress mask that Melissa slipped over her face. "Ok Anne, we are ready to do the demonstration for you now. No questions while I am working please, I'll explain what is happening as we proceed and if necessary we can do a voice over later." I felt totally in control of the situation. "Jake, Melissa will be over the spanking horse and I will be standing on the left hand side, so I suggest you stand about here and Zeke you should have the mike as close as possible to Melissa. I'm sure your viewers will appreciate some of the sound effects." After the guys had their equipment ready and Melissa and I in place, I started the demonstration. I explained Melissa's place in our relationship and then turned my subbie around and bent her over the wooden frame. I heard Anne gasp as I lifted Melissa's skirt and exposed her lovely white buttocks. Since the first contact with Anne I had not played with Melissa's arse so it would be unmarked for today's demonstration. Naturally I commenced with a few swats of fairly gentle bare hand spanking, before, because of the time constraints, giving some hard whacks that brought some "owws and ouches" from Melissa. My next choice was a table tennis bat, explaining as I swatted Melissa's arse that the bat made an excellent, inexpensive paddle, and it was readily available, if not already in many homes. Melissa's buttocks were now a soft pink and I changed to a leather strap. Her reactions were loud as the strap left clear red marks that made my subbie kick her legs at each swat. I glanced at Anne to see with interest that she had slumped into my chair and was biting her bottom lip as she gazed at Melissa's red arse. My next selection was a riding crop and after a couple of swishes through the air I landed ten quick cracks on alternate cheeks. Melissa's cries filled the room and I knew that she was making the most of the situation and over reacting for the camera. Her arse cheeks were criss-crossed with bright red marks and I knew that Jake had a close up view for the viewers. "The last item I am going to demonstrate is a cane," I said as I changed the crop for a thin piece of rattan. "This can easily cut the flesh and extreme care needs to be used at all times. A cane should only be used by experienced dominants, it is best to practice first on a pillow." With that introduction I tapped Melissa's arse and saw her muscles automatically relax. "Crack!" - "Owwwwwwww" "Crack!" - "Yahhhhhhhhhhh" "Crack!!" - "Oh Godddddd!" "Crack!!" - "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" "Crack!!" - "Yiiiiiikkkkkkkkkes!" "CRACK!!" - "Aaaiiiiieeeeeee!" At this stage I stopped caning and signaled Jake to stop filming. "Turn off the camera and the sound fellas," I asked, holding Melissa down over the frame. Jake and Zeke placed the camera and sound equipment down on the floor and looked inquiringly at me. "Anne I will demonstrate effect that Corporal Punishment has on Melissa, watch carefully." Anne nodded, I think she was lost for words at this stage. Her eyes had still not left Melissa's striped cheeks. Once again I placed the cane against my subbie's buttocks and gave her six quick blows in succession. Melissa's legs jerked off the floor, she screamed and then shuddered violently as an orgasm shook through her lovely body. I grinned as I saw Anne's mouth drop wide open; Zeke and Jake were also wide-eyed in astonishment. When Melissa's body had stopped shaking I helped her up off the horse and hugged her tight to me. As I slipped her mask off I whispered, "Excellent my lil subbie, maybe not Oscar standard but you will get your reward later." "Thank you Sir," Melissa whispered back, "You know that being with You is all the reward I need." I turned back to face Anne who was struggling up off the chair, her face flushed with excitement. "Well Anne, I think you have enough footage to put together an interesting little segment for your show." "Wow Matt and Melissa, that was absolutely amazing. I'm sure your demonstration will be the highlight of the show, thank you so much Melissa." Before Melissa could answer I asked her to go to the kitchen and prepare the coffee and snacks for our guests. Jake and Zeke collected their equipment while I chatted some more with Anne. Melissa called us out to the living room for a welcome break. I deliberately talked to the guys about their experiences at Channel 8, which gave Anne a chance to chat with Melissa. I knew I could trust Melissa to be careful with her answers. Time soon passed and soon it was time for Anne and her crew to depart. They thanked us for our time and were effusive with their compliments of how well the shoot had gone. We said our farewells and Anne and the crew stepped outside to return to the television station. Melissa closed the door and looked quizzically at me. "Yes my subbie?" I asked, knowing she was bursting to ask questions. "Sir, firstly you were just great, so calm and composed. You brought back memories of the first time I met you. And secondly, was it my imagination or was Anne turned on by what transpired in the dungeon?" "Transpired? That's good woody word," I laughed. "Yes Melissa, Anne was very turned on, I expect she will return soon. And thank you for the compliments." "You think she will return Sir?" Melissa was wide eyed, "She certainly was interested in my experiences while we were having coffee. I hope she won't use any of what I told her in the documentary." "Don't worry about the documentary, I have the final say about what goes onto the screen." The front door bell interrupted my words. "Hmmm, could that be Anne so soon?" Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as she moved to the front door. I was not surprised when I heard Anne's voice from the hallway and I moved out to greet her. Anne looked at me and gave an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry to interrupt you Matt, and Melissa, but ummmmm, oh golly I don't know what to say." "It's ok Anne, I know why you are back." "You know why I came back?" Anne spluttered, wringing her hands nervously, "Oh God was I that obvious? I hope the boys didn't realize what was happening to me. I was so wet, shit, what am I saying? You must think I'm crazy." I grasped Anne's left arm and she made no protest as led her down the hall back to the dungeon. Her face was bright red and she moaned when I stood her in a corner and ordered, "Stay there and don't move, I'll be back shortly." I turned and left the room, hurrying to the living room where I knew Melissa would have switched on the closed circuit television. To my delight Anne was still standing facing the corner. "She hasn't moved since you put her there," Melissa said in an excited voice, "What are your plans Sir?" "First, you are going to assist me Melissa. I want to see how your Domme training is coming along. Anne really likes you, I was watching while you were chatting and having coffee. Just follow my lead in the dungeon, go and change into your leather gear, quick now." Melissa smiled, rose on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you Sir, I won't let you down." She giggled and ran to her room to change. After a few more tension building minutes I returned to the dungeon, Anne had not moved. "Come over here Anne," I ordered as I sat on the straight-backed chair. With her eyes flicking over the equipment hanging on the walls Anne walked the few paces and stood in front of me. "Kneel down!" I barked the order. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, I'm sorry Matt," Anne knelt, her head downcast, not wanting to make eye contact with me. "Well Anne, this is something I did not expect when we first spoke on the phone. You were so confident and composed, when did your mind start to spin?" "Start to spin, yes what a good description." Anne found her voice. "Well I had a few feelings of ummm, excitement I guess, when I was looking at the web sites you suggested, especially castlerealm dot com. But I just ignored the feelings as being stupid, shut them out of my mind, you understand what I mean Matt?" I nodded and let Anne continue. "But when you bared Melissa's lovely arse and started to spank her I had trouble standing and had to sit down. I ohhhhhh shit, I was worried I would drip on the floor I was that wet, like I am now. Oh I can't believe I'm here telling you all this, what's happening to me Matt?" Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes, obviously worried that she was losing the plot. "Look Anne, I'm no psychologist. All I can do is repeat what I said in the interview. Some people in management or in highly stressed positions have a need to give up control when away from work. My advice is not to question your needs, everyone is unique and different." I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I called, "Come in Mistress Melissa!" "Mistress Melissa?" Anne gasped as Melissa entered the dungeon. Melissa looked absolutely stunning dressed completely in black leather. A small tight vest that pushed her breasts high, short pants and thigh high boots made an amazing change from slave to Mistress. She strode confidently across the dungeon and stood beside Anne, stroking her hair. "My God Melissa you look so different," Anne's voice showed her surprise. "Melissa is a BDSM switch," I explained, "That means she can take the submissive or Dominant role. As you know she came to me as submissive, but from a dominant role in her job. So the change from one to the other is relatively easy for her, and I'm delighted with her progress in learning the Domme role." "Sir, I am ready to assist you with Anne," Melissa said with a hint of pride in her voice. I stood and helped Anne to her feet, leading her over to the spanking horse. She stood in front of the padded wooden frame, breathing quickly through clenched teeth, a tremor of anticipation running through her body. I looked at Melissa and mouthed "safe word" as a hint. She hit herself on the head as if to say, 'My first time in charge and I forgot something so basic.' But she recovered her poise in a couple of seconds and asked, "Anne do you have any preference for a safe word? Sir explained the use of safe words to you earlier." "Oh Melissa," Anne started to say but was interrupted firmly by my subbie. "Mistress Melissa is my name Anne, and I want you to call me that, or just Mistress will suffice." I smiled to myself as Anne gulped and replied, "I, I'm sorry Mistress Melissa, I forgot, I mean, oh I'm so confused. Can you give me a safe word please Mistress." "Anne take some deep breaths and try and relax." Melissa was now really on the ball, "If anything happens that you can't stand just say 'red', and we will stop. Now lets get this jacket off." Melissa reached out, undid the three buttons and opened the front of the jacket. Melissa's hands brushed Anne's breasts as she pushed the jacket back off her shoulders causing Anne to gasp in surprise. I nodded at Melissa and together we placed Anne directly in front of the horse. "Bend over Anne," Melissa ordered. A long low moan escaped Anne's lips as Melissa and I firmly pushed her down and over the padded top of the timber frame. Melissa grasped the hem of Anne's skirt and lifted it up over her back exposing white silk panties. "Pleeeeeease," Anne pleaded as Melissa pulled the panties up into the crack of her arse, enabling both of us to rub our hands over her smooth white skin. "You want us to stop Anne?" I asked, "We don't have to go any further you know." "No, don't stop, just pleeeeease get on with it," Anne pleaded, "This waiting is killing me." I grinned at Melissa and her eyes twinkled back at me, she was enjoying her new role immensely. I pointed to a tawse hanging on the wall that Melissa collected and held out to me. I signaled that she was to keep hold of the tawse and another smile lit her lovely face. I moved around and knelt in front of Anne, holding her arms so she could not escape. Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, 'I'm doing this alone?' and I nodded back, smiling enthusiastically at my trainee Domme. Melissa's Story Ch. 05 Melissa took a deep breath, moved into position and started to gently spank Anne's buttocks. As Melissa increased the force of the spanks Anne started to moan and then give little yelps at each hit. It did not take long before Melissa was raising her hand high and spanking with some force, each whack causing Anne to emit a loud verbal reaction. I grinned and nodded encouragement to Melissa as she grasped the tawse in her hand and tapped it against Anne's arse. "Ohhhhhhh God," Anne moaned as she felt the cool leather touch her skin, "Give it to me Mistress, I want to know what all the instruments feel like." Melissa did not need any encouragement and she brought the tawse down with a loud 'crack' on Anne's left buttock. "Ahhhhhhhhh oh shit!" Anne yelled. "Whack," the second stroke fell on the right side. "Owwwwwwwwww!" "Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack", Melissa landed firm alternate hits on Anne's buttocks causing loud shrieks with each blow. There was hardly a pause as Melissa quickly changed from the tawse to a heavy and wide leather strap Two hard cracks with the strap were all Anne could take and after two loud screams she called "Red, Red, please Mistress!" I let go of Anne's arms and stood, stroking her back as she sobbed, her tears dripping onto the floor. Melissa stood looking proudly at the results of her first Domme session, then helped Anne up to her feet. Together we helped her over to the gynecologist's chair. I supported Anne who moaned as her skirt and blouse were quickly removed by Melissa. The bra and panties soon followed and we eased Anne down onto the soft cushion. I strapped her arms to the side of the chair while Melissa placed Anne's legs in the stirrups and strapped them into place. Anne made no protest at all and she was obviously feeling very submissive after her time over the horse. Melissa slipped a finger into Anne's pussy and gently frigged her for a few seconds. Anne moaned loudly with frustration as Melissa removed her finger just before Anne was going to climax. Melissa looked inquiringly at me, then down at Anne's bushy pubic hair. I nodded and watch the now confident Melissa walk quickly from the room. I poured a glass of water and helped Anne have a drink, "What's going to happen now Matt? I mean Sir." "What happens now is up to the Mistress," I replied, "You are in her hands, and very safe too I might add. Just be quiet Anne and all will be revealed shortly." I laughed to myself at my private joke as we waited for Melissa to reappear. Melissa soon returned with a silver tray holding a mug of hot soapy water, a cut-throat razor, scissors and a towel. She pulled a stool up in front of Anne's widespread legs and sat down with the scissors in her hand. "Oh no Melissa, please not that, don't shave me," Anne pleaded. Melissa stood quickly and twice slapped Anne gently across the face. "Anne I am in charge here and you have no say, you are getting your pussy shaved, end of argument, understand?" Anne winced at the slaps and nodded her head as Melissa once again sat on the stool. The scissors soon trimmed off the excess long hair and Anne winced as hot soap was brushed thoroughly into the stubble. As Melissa picked up the cut-throat razor she looked at Anne and said, "I don't have to tell you to keep still do I Anne?" Anne just shook her head and looked pleadingly at me. I shrugged as if to say the situation was out of my hands and watched while Melissa skillfully shaved all the hair from around Anne's pussy lips. "There we go, that looks and feels a lot better," Melissa laughed as she wiped the excess soap away. "Once you get used to it Anne you'll keep it shaved forever." As she spoke Melissa splashed a little after-shave lotion on a hand and patted Anne's newly shaved pussy. I winced and Anne shrieked at the sudden sting from the lotion. A few more pats of the after-shave had Anne thrusting against the straps holding her on the chair. I glared at Melissa, as I knew how much after-shave stings when I shave every morning. She caught my look and knew she had gone a bit too far with a first timer. Quickly she soothed the fiery skin with some cold water and Anne soon calmed down. "I'll take over for a while," I stated and Melissa quickly collected the tray and moved out of the way. She stood to one side, watching but not meeting my gaze, knowing that I was displeased with her last effort. I smiled at Anne as I sat on the stool between her wide spread legs. "Anne I think you have suffered enough pain for your first time. Now it is time for some pleasure." I slipped a finger between her shaven lips and pushed it into her wetness. Anne moaned as I pulled it out and held it up for her to see her glistening juices. I reached under the seat and pulled out a large electric vibrator. I turned it onto low revs and rubbed the tip over Anne's clit. "Ohhhhhhhh God!" she cried as the first orgasm shuddered through her body. I eased the vibrator deep into her vagina, fucking her pussy as I slowly increased the revs. Anne's body arched out of the chair as another intense orgasm made her strain against the straps. I signaled Melissa to come over and I was pleased to see the she immediately started to fondle Anne's breasts and pinch the nipples. The vibrator was now near full revolutions as more orgasms flowed through Anne's perspiring body. Her cries and moans filled the dungeon and suddenly she cried out, "Red, red Master and Mistress!!" I quickly turned off the vibrator and eased it out of her dripping pussy. Anne's body kept shaking violently as small orgasms flowed through. Melissa stroked Anne's hair and wiped the sweat from her face. Anne collapsed back onto the leather, her breasts still heaving as her lungs fought for air. I sat back with a grin on my face; I had not expected Anne to be capable of multiple orgasms. It took a few minutes before Anne was capable of speech during which we released her arms and legs from the straps. "Oh my God, Matt, Master, oh wow, that was absolutely amazing," Anne's voice was as shaky as her body. "I was so turned on after the interview and now to have this happen like this, oh fuck, I don't know what to say." "No need to say anything Anne," I replied. "It will take some time before you come to grips with what happened today. It has caused a significant change in your philosophy and your sex life has now been changed forever. What we call normal or vanilla sex will never get the climaxes that you achieved today, welcome to the world of BDSM." "Whew, I'm sure that I'll be back for more," Anne panted as she pushed herself out of the chair, "But right now I had better get going, I'm supposed to be going out for dinner with my boss. But how I'll ever concentrate on what he's saying I don't know." Anne looked at Melissa and continued, "Thank you too Mistress, and don't worry about the after shave, it stung something awful but at the same time it was so exciting, to have a girl touch me like that." Melissa smiled her thanks and collected Anne's clothes, passing them to her as she dressed. Melissa was still avoiding my eyes, knowing that I would be dealing with her after Anne left. "Melissa, go and change into your warm tracksuit." I ordered. "Go to the toilet if you need to and come back in here straight away." Melissa nodded to me, smiled at Anne and almost ran from the dungeon. Anne raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is she in trouble? The after shave wasn't too bad Matt, really." "Anne don't you worry about Melissa, she did well but made some basic mistakes that I need to address with her when we are alone." Anne had regained her composure and was ready to leave. "Well, I'm sure you are the person to set her on the right path. Thank you so much Matt, Sir," she said as she gave me a hug, "I certainly have some hands on experience to add to the documentary. I will be in touch with you in a few weeks to go over your part of the show." "It was a pleasure Anne," I replied as I escorted her to the front door. "I look forward to seeing the documentary." We said farewell and I marched back to the dungeon where Melissa was waiting for me, dressed as ordered in her tracksuit. As I came to a halt in front of her she dropped to her knees with her forehead touching the floor. I stood looking down at my subbie, loving that she knew she had made mistakes and she was prepared to pay the penalty. "In the cage, now!" I barked. Melissa whimpered but crawled like a baby over to the cage. She backed her body into the wire enclosure and stayed on hands and knees, her eyes on the floor. I poured some water into a doggy bowl and placed it in the cage in front of my subbie. As I closed the cage door I said, "Melissa, overall you did well today for your first session as a Domme. I know that you had no time to prepare yourself mentally and I have taken that into consideration. However, not to ask Anne for a safe word got you off to a bad start, a safe word is basic and you should know that by now. As for the after shave, I didn't use that on you until you had been here at least two months. Despite what Anne said the after shave was a very bad mistake, and you know it should not have happened. You will not eat tonight and you will stay in the cage for four hours." I turned and left the silent Melissa to her thoughts in the dungeon. I prepared some dinner for myself and ate it in the living room where I could keep an eye on my subbie with the close circuit television. Later I attended to some messages on the answering machine while going over the events of the day in my mind. I also made a telephone call to a friend and made some arrangements for a future meeting. The four hours seemed to drag by and I knew that it would be worse for my subbie. I returned to the dungeon, attached a hook to the wire cage and winched it off my subbie. I knew her muscles would be very tight after so long in the same position so I assisted her to wobbly feet and then lifted her in my arms. I carried my contrite subbie to her room and laid her down on her bed. After stretching her arms and legs out I covered her with the blankets and made for the door. "Master?" I stopped, "Melissa we will talk in the morning, I expect breakfast at the usual time, goodnight." "Goodnight Sir." Next morning dressed in my robe I entered the kitchen to the lovely smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. The table was ready with the morning paper open at the sports pages. I smiled to myself as Melissa fussed about serving up my breakfast and then kneeling at my side. "Have you eaten my subbie?" I asked. "No Sir, not yet." "Then look after yourself now, you must be starving." I instructed, "Sit at the table, when you have finished and cleared the dishes we will talk." "Yes Sir," The relief in Melissa's voice was obvious. "Thank you Sir." Breakfast was eaten in silence as I read my paper, finally the table was clear and Melissa resumed her kneeling position beside me. "Sit on the chair my subbie," I said, "I think you have spent enough time on your knees for a while." "Thank you Sir," Melissa said as she stood and sat opposite me. "I'm so sorry about yesterday Sir, I think the excitement got the better of me." "Forget about yesterday Melissa, you have been punished for your misdemeanors, just never let them happen again, understand?" "Yes Master, of course." Melissa managed a small smile. "However my subbie, I have arranged a special test for you. I have been considering this for some time as a test of your ability to obey my instructions, and to show that you trust me implicitly." "A test Sir?" "Yes Melissa a test in two days time. I will tell you about it on the morning of that day." I stood and held out my arms and smiled broadly at my subbie. "Right now I think I will have a bath, how about you go and run the water and join me?" Melissa flung herself into my arms and we hugged each other before she giggled and ran off to the bathroom. Bath time was always fun for both of us, a time when she loved to wash my body from head to toe. A time when her love of serving came to the fore, I wondered to myself if she would be so happy if she knew what I had in mind for her test. Time would tell. To be continued: Melissa part six - The Test. Melissa's Story Ch. 06 Author's note: Melissa Part 6 is an immediate follow up to Part 5. I suggest that all readers reacquaint themselves with the previous chapter before reading this story. Thank you to all my regular readers and my "Fan Club" for your encouraging feedback. Iraussieguy. Chapter 6: The Test At 10.30am that fateful morning I was dressed and ready in the front hallway as Master had ordered. My instructions were to wear smart clothes as if we were going out for dinner, but at 10.30 in the morning? My mind had played games all night, wondering what the promised 'test' would be? Could I prove my obedience, trust and love for my Master? Master joined me and walked around inspecting my clothing and makeup. "Very nice my subbie, are you ready?" "Y'yes Sir, I think so," I stammered nervously, "What are your instructions?" "Melissa, whatever happens to you today always remember that I have taken every precaution to ensure your safety." Master held out an envelope and some cash to me and continued, "Melissa go down to the end of the street and take the bus into the city. When the bus moves, and not until then, you may open the envelope for further instructions. Do you understand?" "Sir!" I was taken completely by surprise, "You won't be with me?" "Correct my subbie, this test you must take alone." Master hugged me and pushed me firmly towards the front door. "Goodbye for now Melissa, be strong." I took a deep breath, the first of many that day, "Yes Sir, I won't let you down." With that I opened the front door and started out on my adventure. The weather was cool and crisp but I really didn't notice, my mind was dwelling on the envelope and it's contents. Fortunately the bus was on time and I found a seat by myself. With shaking fingers I opened the envelope. Melissa, stay on the bus until it stops outside the Holiday Inn. Get out, go inside and proceed to room 48. The door will be unlocked. Enter and you will find another envelope with further instructions on the bed. Master. I swear my heart stopped for a few seconds and then started pumping madly. My God! What was going to happen to me in the hotel room? I managed to calm my spinning mind with the words Master had spoken about my safety. After all I had been through over the past few months with Him why would I distrust Sir now? Even so the bus trip seemed to take much longer than usual. Every traffic light turned red as we neared and nearly every stop had passengers waiting for the bus to stop. Eventually the Holiday Inn came into view and a shiver ran through my body as I rose to depart the bus. I walked quickly across the car park and through the gardens to the foyer. I didn't dare look around as I spied the elevators and made my way to the fourth floor. I swear the other passengers in the elevator could have heard my knees knocking together and I was grateful when the doors slid open. I swallowed and walked slowly along the passage, there was nobody else in sight as I came to room forty-eight. I stood looking at the doorknob as if I expected it to turn and open magically by itself. Then taking a deep breath I turned the handle and opened the door, half expecting someone else to be in the room. Of course it was empty and I quickly checked the bathroom for the same result. I returned and shut the door, then sat down on the bed next to the envelope. After about five minutes I said a little prayer to myself, grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. Melissa, lock the door then strip off all your clothes. Place them and your handbag out of sight in the wardrobe. Then stand in the corner with your back to the door. Keep your eyes to the wall and wait. Under no circumstances are you speak. The familiar handwriting was so cold, just the instructions nothing else. Damn him, why couldn't he at least have written 'Love Master' on the note too? Strip off and wait! What for, what did he have planned? What does he think am, his fucking slave? Suddenly I realized how my thought patterns had returned as if I was back in the corporate world. "Melissa! Get a hold of yourself, you are His slave!" I admonished myself out loud for my negative thoughts. My Master has sent me on this test of my trust in him and already I was primed to run away! Determined to go through with whatever Master had planned, I undressed, folded my clothes and placed them in the wardrobe as instructed. I looked down at my hard nipples and, despite the warmth of the air-conditioned room; a shiver ran through my body. I read the note one more time and realized that I had neglected to lock the door. After turning the key I made a quick trip to the toilet, goodness knows how long it would be before I was able to pee again. I checked myself in the mirror, grinned stupidly at my flushed face, then returned to the room and took up my place in the corner. How long would I have to wait I wondered? Footsteps outside in the corridor stopped and I froze in sudden fear, only for the person to keep on walking. I decided to keep my mind occupied and started going over the times that I had trusted Master Matt since we first met. My first spanking that had changed my life so much, His firm but gentle manner that I fell in love with. The time in the schoolroom when He took me to sub-space for the first time, I felt myself smiling in spite of my current situation. That damn forced haircut and my first sexual contact with a Mistress. Oh how my life had changed so much in such a short time. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock and I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I heard the key being withdrawn and then the door quietly squeaked as it was opened. The thick carpet stopped me hearing what sort of shoes the person was wearing, was this a male or female? Was it Master playing a trick on me? I took some deep breaths and waited. I heard the sound of the clips on a briefcase or carry case being snapped open and then I was aware of the person standing directly behind me. I moved my head slightly and strong leather gloved hands were placed over my ears, directing my gaze back into the corner. The grip was that of a man and I knew it wasn't Master, the touch was somehow different, as was the aroma of his strong deodorant. I must have been unconsciously holding my breath because I suddenly needed to take deep breaths. I whimpered as a black cloth was placed over my eyes and wrapped several times around my head before being knotted at the back. My world was now completely black and I felt more helpless and vulnerable than ever. His strong hands turned me around to face him and I knew he was looking me over. My nipples were hard, my breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing and I knew that my shaven pussy must have been glistening. Many emotions were rushing through my mind as I stood tensely waiting my fate. Confusion, anger and a feeling of helplessness were paramount but at the same time I was proud of the way I was serving my Master. I wanted to shout 'say something you bastard' but I resisted the urge, hoping that this man was as trustworthy as Master. His hands left my shoulders and I heard the rustle of the bed coverings being moved. God what was going to happen? I tensed all my muscles in a futile effort to stop my body from shaking. The strong hands returned to my upper arms and I was spun in circles and walked forwards and backwards around the room. When he stopped I has no idea of where I was standing in relation to the bed or the doors. Next I was guided a few steps forward until my legs hit a side of the bed. A quick push and I fell face down on the cool sheets. The gloved hands lifted and guided me face down over a pile of pillows. Meticulously he moved my arms and legs until I was in the classic spread-eagle position, face down and my arse pointing to the ceiling. 'Please don't tie me up.' I prayed silently, thinking that while I was free at least I had a chance of moving suddenly and defending myself if all this got too much. I was relieved when he left me lying there and walked around the bed. I could almost feel his eyes inspecting me, like an army sergeant with a rookie. Suddenly I felt his bare hands stroking my back. It was as if he was trying to calm my thoughts and tell me that I was safe. I must admit that he had the desired effect as I relaxed my muscles and my thoughts. Alas, I was soon to find out that this man was a teaser, somewhat like Master can be at times. The soothing hands left my back and once again I heard the click of the briefcase being opened. The minutes ticked by in silence and once again I was close to yelling at him. Damn, this waiting was having the effect he, and no doubt Master, wanted to achieve. "Crack!" - "Eeeooowww!" The silence was suddenly broken with the sound of a strap whistling through the air and exploding on my arse. I was taken completely by surprise by the ferocity of the blow. I was so used to Master always warming my arse by hand or soft paddle, but this guy was different. I gritted my teeth as again I heard the swish of the strap through the air and the sudden pain on my cheeks. I was determined not to call out and give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction from me. Time and time again the strap cracked across my arse and upper thighs and my body jerked uncontrollably with each blow. I could imagine the criss-cross red marks across my white flesh and my resolve to accept the punishment grew stronger. The heat of the thrashing spread through my body and in spite of my situation I felt the juices building in my pussy. I counted twenty cracks before he suddenly stopped and once again the room was silent. I lay there with my arse on fire and my lungs gasping for air. Never before had I suffered such a volley of hard strokes in such a short time. I realized that my hands had gripped the sheets so hard that my fingers were hurting and I let go while wondering what would happen next. Once again my mind was spinning with confusion. Who was this sadist that Master had let loose on me? I felt heart broken that He would put me in this position. I froze at the terrifying sound of a knife being sharpened on a butcher's steel. Oh my God! I was absolutely bewildered by the strident noise that filled the hotel room. I wanted to jump off the bed and run but my arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. And anyway, by the time I got the tight blindfold off he would be with me. Then I felt cold steel against the back of my neck and I moaned, "Noooooooooooo please!" There was no reply and I thought I was about to die. That bastard Matt, I had given him my trust and love and he had conned me into going on my test. I sobbed into the sheets and suddenly the cold steel against my neck was withdrawn. I heard the sound of the knife and steel being placed back in the case and once again the cool hands returned and stroked down my back. I sobbed again and nearly burst out crying with relief, but I was determined not to give this man the pleasure of seeing me cry. The hands roamed lightly over my hot arse, reminding me of the lingering sting of the strap. I found myself sucking in deep breaths of air and realized that Master's training had automatically made me use this form of stress relief. This instant thought made me confident that I would now survive the rest of this day. No matter what happened to me now, I knew that I would pass this damn test and I found myself relaxing down onto the pillows under his calming hands. Surprisingly, I found all but one of the pillows being pulled from under me and soon I was lying almost flat on the sheets. His hands returned to stroke my back and buttocks, lulling me into a false sense of relaxation and security. "Whoosh - Crack" - "Yahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The cane burst across my arse and my body jerked like a puppet. I was totally unprepared for the jolt of sheer pain that shot through my body. "Whoosh - Crack, Whoosh - Crack, Whoosh - Crack!" Three more hard and sharp blows had me crying out loud and writhing on the bed. Despite the shock and pain I knew my pussy was dripping wet once again and that if he kept this up I would be in sub-space before long. Then the force of the blows diminished and it felt like he was lightly drumming the cane over my cheeks. After the shock of the first strokes these light blows felt amazing, almost like a massage with sting. I relaxed back down onto the bed again delighted by the sudden change. His technique was different to Master's, this man was using single and double taps mixed with quick flutters of various intensities. The pattern and intensity of the strokes was impossible to predict and he introduced some quite hard blows mixed in with the lighter strokes. It passed through my mind that I would not allow myself to fly, I would not give this man the pleasure of taking me into sub-space. But his technique soon blew that idea from my mind as I felt my first orgasm near. He seemed to be able to place the blows in exactly the place he intended and soon all of my buttocks and upper thighs were stinging. "Oh, yeeeeesssssssssssss!" I heard myself yell as the first orgasm hit and I started my flight. Once again it felt like I was floating above the bed and the blackness behind the blindfold was filled with hundreds of small bright stars. Any pain that I had been feeling soon dissipated as absolute pleasure flooded my body. I was vaguely aware of the cane still striking home with various intensities but I didn't care. Since the first time I flew in Master's schoolroom I had been transported to sub-space many times and this time was equal to any of my previous flights. How many orgasms flowed through my body? I didn't know or care, but eventually I found myself regaining awareness of the bed and my surrounds. The cane was still making contact but it was so light and sensual I was hardly aware of it touching my rosey red striped cheeks. I was vaguely aware of his hands replacing the rattan, long sensuous strokes the length of my back slowly bringing me back to the present. I knew I was smiling and moaning with the pleasure I was feeling and I couldn't stop myself, despite my intention of not pleasing this man. His hands left me and I was aware of him moving to the bathroom. I thought of removing the blindfold and seeing who he was but the thought of displeasing Master kept me from taking that action. After he returned from the bathroom his strong hands assisted me off the bed and practically lifted me back over to the corner. He made sure that my wobbly legs would be able to hold my weight then once again my head was turned straight ahead. With relief I felt the blindfold being loosened and then unwrapped from around my head. I blinked my eyes at the unaccustomed light and then focused on a piece of paper with the familiar handwriting that he was holding in front of my eyes. Stay in the corner until the telephone rings three times, then read the envelope on the bed. I nodded that I understood the instructions and after one last smack on my sore arse he turned away from me. Once again I heard the snap of the briefcase locks and finally the opening of the door. A pause and it closed, but did he leave the room? Was he standing there in silence watching me? Ready to punish me if I moved before the telephone rang? I resisted the urge to peek and stayed facing the corner, my mind wondering if there was to be more of the test? I tried to count second by second to try and keep trace of the time, but then I realized that I did not know how long I spent in sub space and so I had no idea of the actual time. I jumped when the telephone rang finally rang and I turned cautiously around to see, to my relief, an empty room. The promised envelope was on the bed but first I needed a drink of water and the toilet. I sat gingerly down on the bed and ripped open the envelope. Dress and wait for three more rings of the phone. When that happens leave the room unlocked and go down to Reception. Ask for an envelope for Melissa. 'Oh God', I thought to myself, 'Not another fucking envelope.' I had a quick wash and just as I finished dressing there was a loud knock on the door. "Police here, open up now!" 'Police! Shit! What is going on?' I thought as I put the chain on the door and opened it a short distance. A uniformed police officer was standing there, identification shield in his hand. "Sorry to trouble you Ma'am," He said, "But I need to search your room." "Ok officer," I said as I took the chain off the door and let him in, "What is the trouble?" "We are searching the hotel for a man with a violin case, he is tall and wearing leather gloves," the officer said as he quickly checked the bathroom and wardrobe. "Have you seen a man like that today?" "N'no, I haven't officer," I stammered, blushing bright red as I spoke. He looked at me in a strange way but decided not to pursue the matter any further. "Thank you Ma'am for your co-operation," he said as he headed for the door, "Have a nice day, and if you see this man, please call reception immediately." "Y'yes I will officer, goodbye." I said as I shut and locked the door behind him. My mind raced, what the hell was going on? Who was this man Master had sent to punish me? Why were the police after him? Again I jumped as the telephone rang three times and stopped. I grabbed my handbag looked around the room for the last time and cautiously opened the door. The corridor was empty and I almost ran along it to the elevators. Fortunately one arrived quickly and I stepped into the empty elevator, my heart pumping. The damn thing stopped at each floor going down to allow others to enter until finally it reached the ground floor. I made my way to the reception counter and was forced to wait nervously while a belligerent European tourist argued about his account. Finally the receptionist greeted me with 'I'm glad he has gone smile' and I asked her for an envelope in my name. Naturally she had just come on duty and knew nothing about my envelope. After watching her search the desk in vain I had a brainwave and asked her to look in the mailbox for room forty-eight. She returned with an envelope in her hand and apologized for the wait. I rudely grabbed it from her hand and quickly found a seat where I could read my next instructions. My heart sank as I read Master's next orders. Return immediately to room 48, lock the door, undress completely as before and stand in the corner. 'No! No! This couldn't be right!' I nearly screamed in anger as I re-read Master's message. My spirits suddenly sunk as I sat there contemplating my next move. Fuck this stupid test! My immediate impulse was to run out of the Holiday Inn and go back to my old apartment that my friend was renting. I would telephone Matt and tell him it was too much for me. I stood and walked towards the front door and the beckoning sunlight. Just as I reached the revolving door an inner voice seemed to be saying 'Don't chuck it in now Melissa, think of how much your life has changed for the better since you met Master. Prove to him that you can pass this test, think of how you will feel when He congratulates you. If you don't go on you may regret it for the rest of your life.' I stopped, returned to the seat and thought about the situation a bit more. I realized that my inner voice was correct so I took another deep breath, turned around and walked determinably to the elevators. Once again I walked down the empty corridor and pushed open the door of room forty-eight. The bed was still the mess I had left behind me and I quickly checked the bathroom again, which of course was empty. I slammed the door shut, locked it and for the second time that day removed all my clothes and placed them in the wardrobe. Melissa's Story Ch. 06 With a sigh I once again took up my position in the damn corner, rubbing my hands over my marked and still sore arse. I had only been in place a couple of minutes when the sound of a key in the door made me jump to attention. The door squeaked as previously and the person entered the room, shutting and chaining the door. Once again I heard the sound of the leather gloves being pulled over his fingers and I braced myself mentally for another round of punishment. The familiar smell of his powerful deodorant wafted to my nostrils as he came up behind me and I jumped when the gloved hands were placed on my shoulders. Once again the blindfold was wrapped around my eyes turning my world black. I heard the sound of the gloves being removed and then bare hands were on my sore arse cheeks, first caressing, then squeezing and pinching. I moaned as fingers played slowly down the crack of my arse rubbing and pushing against my rosebud. After my first punishment I hadn't considered being touched sexually and I was shocked to feel fingers probing into my wet vagina. Again I moaned loudly as two fingers moved in and out of my cunt, stopping just before I was going to orgasm. As my legs nearly buckled under me the strong supporting hands turned me around and led me to the bed where I stood unsteadily awaiting my fate. I heard the pillows and sheets being tidied and then I was pushed down on the bed, this time on my back. My legs were spread wide apart and I moaned as the hands stroked my thighs. The man climbed on the bed beside me and suddenly the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I blinked as the bright overhead light shown in my eyes and then screamed as I heard the magic words. "Well done my lil subbie, I am so proud of you!" "Master!!!!!! Oh God!!" I flung myself into his arms sobbing like a little girl and releasing all the tears that I had been holding back most of the day. I don't know how long he held me like that while I let go of all my emotions. Master's caring hands stroked my back and hair like they had so many times before. Master had the sense not to talk to me until I had regained most of my composure. He just smiled broadly while using tissue after tissue to wipe away my tears and runny nose. Finally he spoke, "I bet you could use a drink and something to eat? How about we go downstairs and we can talk over some food?" His words made me realize how long it was since breakfast. "Oh Master, trust you to think of that, there are so many things I want to say to you. You know I nearly walked out not long ago?" "Yes I know my subbie, I was watching you from the bar downstairs." Master said with a sly grin. "I was up and ready to race after you when you suddenly stopped by the front door. I had to duck back out of sight when you turned around. I can't express the pride I felt when I saw you come back up here." I smiled my thanks at his praise, unable at that stage to find any words. Master helped me to my feet, hugged and kissed me and then assisted me with my dressing. He waited patiently while I washed my face and reapplied my makeup then, arm in arm, we moved down to the restaurant. After seating me at a table Master went to the bar and returned with my favorite drink and naturally a long glass of Victoria Bitter beer. As usual he took control and ordered my preferred pasta meal with salad as well as a small steak for himself. We sat opposite each other, holding hands across the small table like two lovers, unlike most Masters and submissives. Master watched me sipping on the welcome drink, smiling and waiting for me to compose my thoughts. Fortunately there were few other diners in the restaurant at this hour and the tables close by were empty so our words could not be overheard. "Wow Master, when you set a test you sure set a test don't you?" I finally managed to say. "I know you have been through many emotions today my subbie, from elation to absolute despair. A bit like being on a roller coaster I would say?" "Absolutely," I replied, "And what a long ride it was. I'm so glad you were here to help me off at the end." Master grinned, "My sweet Melissa, as you know I have dealt with quite a number of subbies over the years and you are the only one I know that could have survived the test I set for you today." I blushed and looked out the window for a short time, tears welling in my eyes before returning his gaze. "I know you wouldn't say that if you didn't mean it Sir, thank you. All I feel at the moment is tiredness and absolute relief that the test is over. After we eat can we go home please?" "Of course my subbie, I know you haven't slept well the last few nights, that was part of the test too." I gave Him a mock glare and blurted out "Oh my God!" as my eyes caught the movement of a man walking up behind Master. It was the policeman I had met earlier and he was wearing leather gloves and carrying a violin case. He stopped at out table, "Hello again Ma'am, Sir, mind if I talk to both of you for a minute?" Master answered for me, "What's this all about officer?" "Sorry Sir, I met the lady earlier and I would like to explain the situation, to put her mind at ease." The officer explained. Master rose from his seat and moved across next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "Why don't you sit down officer and say your piece?" I felt calm and protected with Master by my side even though my thoughts were spinning. The officer sat down and unclipped the top of the violin case that lifted towards me blocking my view of the contents. Quickly he swiveled the case around facing me causing my jaw to drop open with amazement. Specially built compartments held leather straps, two crops, three short canes of different thickness and a knife and butcher's steel! Master reached over and pushed my mouth closed and burst out laughing, as did the officer. "Oh Melissa the look on your face, it was priceless," He said, still laughing at my perplexed expression. Seconds later I jumped when a hand tapped me on the top of my head. I turned quickly around to see Mistress Brandy standing there smiling at me, holding a bottle of champagne in a hand. She leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek before moving to the spare chair next to the officer. When she kissed him full on the lips I just slumped down in my chair, shaking my head from side to side, a look of bewilderment on my face. Master spoke first, "Melissa you know Mistress Brandy, I would like to introduce you to her partner and a very good friend of mine, Master David. David is not a policeman, he just borrowed the uniform from his brother." I finally found my voice, "Whoa, slow down please Sir. So the policeman is a friend of yours, but who was it that made my arse so sore?" "That was me Melissa," David spoke with a gleam in his eyes. "I played both parts, the Dom and the policeman, using the room across the corridor.. And may I say that I think that Matthew is a very lucky man to have you as his submissive, very lucky indeed." Apart from a few chuckles the three of them remained silent while I pieced all the puzzle together. "Of course, you never spoke at all when you were whipping me did you?" I said slowly, "And it was the clips on the violin case I heard each time, not a brief case or carry case that I imagined. I must say Master David that you are very good with the cane, I got to sub-space very quickly and I flew for a long time." I continued with a giggle as I realized something else. "Damn, you both even wore the same revolting deodorant, that really tricked me the second time in the corner of the room." Master Matt laughed and hugged me to him again as Mistress Brandy poured the champagne into four glasses. "Melissa I would not trust anyone but David to play the roles he did today. I knew that you were in safe hands at all times. The only concern I had was if you could handle the pressure of the test. And you did that extremely well, congratulations." Mistress Brandy raised her glass and spoke, "A toast to Melissa on her successful completion of the test, very well done young lady, I'm glad it wasn't me in your situation." I smiled my thanks to the Masters and Mistress as we sipped on the champagne. What a day it had been for me, a day I would never forget. We talked over the events of the day and I told them my honest feelings of my emotions at each stage. Soon our meals arrived and Mistress Brandy and Master David said their farewells. When we had completed our meal Master turned to me and said, "Ready to go home my subbie? I think I will try and sooth those sore marks for you and then you can have an early night, you have certainly earned it." I gave Master an impetuous kiss on the cheek and we walked hand in hand out to the car park. The test was over and I had passed with flying colors, I was a very proud and happy little subbie. The End. Melissa's Story Ch. 07 Chapter 7: No Pain, No Gain I was interstate as guest speaker at a BDSM convention and whilst there I took the opportunity to catch up with Rob Carter, an old friend from my high school days. Rob had invited me to meet his third wife and "a few other friends of ours" at a dinner party. I unavoidably arrived a little late and after hurried introductions we were seated at the dining table. The "few" turned out to nine others, I would have preferred less to be there so I could talk longer with Rob, but nevertheless resolved to enjoy myself. Rob had earlier advised that all his friends were "vanilla" when it came to sex so I knew to keep the conversation away from my lifestyle. This was easy as I was seated between Rob and his sister so most of our talk was on the good old days. An athletic looking lady with short dark hair at the other end of the table looked vaguely familiar to me and a couple of times I caught her looking at me with a "who is he?" look on her face. Dinner progressed and soon most were relaxed and the conversation flowed with the help of a few glasses of wine. I overheard someone along the table complaining about the terrible sex show that had been on at the exhibition building. I grinned and laughed to myself, if the person knew that I was heavily involved it would have caused quite a stir. I was eating my dessert when I heard fingers snap and a female voice cry triumphantly, "Gotcha!" I looked down the table to see the dark-haired lady gazing at me with her hand over her mouth in surprise. She had obviously suddenly realized where she knew me from and I waited for the shit to hit the fan. Rob got in first, "Are you all right Emma?" As all eyes turned to Rob I managed to catch Emma's gaze and I put a finger over my lips asking her to keep my lifestyle to herself. Emma recovered quickly. "Sorry everyone, it's just that Matt reminded me of a triathlete from Canada and I couldn't remember his name. It suddenly came to me, sorry for the outburst." The group laughed and I mouthed "thanks" to Emma as soon as I could. I assured everyone that I could no more complete in a triathlon than fly like Superman. When Emma had said 'triathlete' my memory was jogged as to her identity - Emma Burgess, the National Triathlon champion of 1997 and 1998. A run of injuries had resulted in her missing the Sydney Olympics in 2000 where she would have been one of the favorites. After dessert we moved out into the large living room for coffee and liqueurs. I managed to maneuver myself so I could have a quiet word with Emma, who I noted had asked for hot chocolate rather than coffee. "Thanks for not causing a stir at dinner," I said and laughed, "I could see you recognized me but couldn't remember where from." "That's ok Matt," Emma replied, "I saw you and ummmmm, Melissa, on that TV documentary on BDSM, I must admit I found it intriguing." "I have been really busy since that show and I fly home tomorrow. Fortunately I can trust Melissa to hold the fort and even take care of some of my clients if necessary." I replied. To change the subject I asked, "Why are you here Emma?" "Oh I came down here to have a good heart to heart with my old coach." Emma replied, "I'm having trouble knuckling down with my latest coach, I just can't seem to get motivated. I fly home tomorrow morning at 9.00 o'clock." "Really? So do I, perhaps we could travel together?" I asked. "That would be nice, I want to find out more about your ummmmm." Emma paused. "Lifestyle?" "Lifestyle, yes that's the word." Emma smiled as Brenda, Rob's wife, joined us. "I'll see you at the airport in the morning." "Ohhhh is there romance in the air?" Brenda giggled as she took another sip of port. "Don't be silly Brenda, Matt and I have just met." Emma said, "We are just going to travel home together." We all laughed and the evening quickly drew to a close. After saying our farewells Emma and I shared a taxi back to our separate hotels promising to look out for each other at the airport. Fortunately we met before booking in at the flight desk so I was able to arrange that we would sit together. We made small talk about Emma's athletic career and after we were airborne she suddenly changed the subject. "Ok Matt, tell me, why in the hell would anyone want to get whipped?" Emma spoke quietly so nobody could overhear us. I laughed, "It's not quite as simple as that Emma. Some people actually derive pleasure from pain, whether it's from a light hand spanking or a severe caning. As the saying goes, it's different strokes for different folks." "I find it hard to believe." Emma replied, shaking her head from side to side. "Let me put it this way Emma. When you compete in triathlons, have you ever got to a stage where you think you just can't go on any further?" Emma nodded so I continued. "And suddenly you burst through the pain barrier and the running, or swimming or cycling instantly becomes so easy. The adrenaline just flows and you feel as if you are flying?" "Yes, that happens in just about every event, and it happens to marathon competitors too." "Precisely, but BDSM is not just about pain, although that does feature in most Dom/sub relationships. It can be so gentle and erotic, teasing and sensual, fun and laughter and sex with amazing orgasms. You are a very strong lady; you have to be so successful in your chosen sport. But many strong people from all walks of life love to give up control at times. How many times have you seen politicians in trouble for being found with a professional Mistress?" "That's so true, especially the British, they seem to excel at masochism don't they?" Emma said with a laugh. "The queuing champions of the free world." I laughed and waited for the next question. Emma thought for a while and then surprised me by asking, "Does anyone see you to get more discipline in their lives?" "Oh yes, discipline, stress relief, punishment for something they have done wrong, the love of giving up all control, pleasure through pain or to live a long-held spanking fantasy like Melissa. There are many individual reasons people come to see me." "Mmmmm, ok, let me think for a while please Matt?" Emma asked. "Sure, no problem." I replied, grabbing a flight magazine that I flicked through while wondering what my companion was turning over in her mind. Fifteen minutes went by before Emma whispered to me, "Matt, would you mind if I phoned Melissa and had a chat with her?" "You are full of surprises Emma," I replied. "But I have no problem with you talking to Melissa." I took a business card from my wallet and passed it to Emma. "Oh thanks Matt, you are so nice." Emma smiled at me; "Hmmm you class yourself as a Personal Trainer, that's a good title for someone in your line of business." I grinned and replied, "Well it's ambiguous enough but also true, sometimes the truth has to be bent just a little." The flight soon ended and Emma and I said goodbye as we collected our luggage off the conveyor belt. As I made my way out of the terminal I was intrigued to see Emma rush over to the telephones and quickly make a call, was she phoning Melissa already? That question was answered an hour later as I walked in the front door of my home. Melissa smiled broadly and waved to me while holding up the telephone for me to see. My subbie mouthed "Emma" to me and gave me a mock yawn. I grinned and went to the bedroom where I quickly unpacked my suitcase and changed into shorts and tee shirt. As I walked back into the living room and sat in my chair Melissa said, "Emma I must go now, Master is home. Unless we hear from you again we will see you at 11 o'clock on Wednesday, ok, bye Emma." "Master! I'm so glad you are home." Melissa said as quickly knelt at my feet. "How was your trip?" I patted my knees, "Sit up here my pet, are there any appointments this afternoon?" Melissa grinned and quickly jumped into my lap, we hugged and kissed. "No appointments today Master. I will get some lunch soon and we can have a quiet afternoon, unless of course you would like to have a session with your subbie? It seems ages since you turned my arse red, I'm aching for it at the moment." Melissa giggled and added, "I'm also as horny as hell." "Your wish is my command Melissa. Hmmm that doesn't sound too Dom-like does it?" I laughed at my own little joke. "It is too long since we spent some quality time together my subbie. I think that's an excellent idea. Let's chat in the kitchen while you get lunch." "Yesssssssss! Thank you Master. No wonder I love you so much." Melissa excitedly jumped off my lap and we went into the kitchen. We swapped the news of what had happened while I was away, then I asked Melissa about the long conversation she had with Emma. "Well it seems that her old coach was very strict with her and the results showed. Her latest coach is excellent as far as her technique goes, but doesn't push her hard enough at training." Melissa had the ability to sum up an hour's conversation quite succinctly. "As her old coach now lives interstate Emma is giving serious thought to coming here to get some of the discipline she needs. Although she didn't say so directly, she is also intrigued at the sexual pleasure that can be gained from BDSM." "Very interesting my subbie, phone her back and tell her to wear running gear when she comes on Wednesday. I'm going to check my emails, you clear up here and I'll see you in the dungeon in thirty minutes or so." "Yes Sir!" Melissa exclaimed gleefully as she gathered up the lunch dishes. The kitchen noises soon ceased and, knowing how much Melissa loved the suspense of waiting, I lingered another thirty odd minutes before entering the dungeon. I stopped and gazed at the lovely sight that awaited me. Melissa had placed the massage table in the center of the room. Sitting on the left side of the table was a paddle, crop and a new flogger together with a heavy leather belt and a thin whippy cane. Melissa was nude and had placed herself over the right half of the table. Her feet were on the cool slate floor with her legs wide spread. Her shaved pussy and arsehole were wide open and I felt the familiar stirring between my legs. My subbie had been correct when she said that it seemed ages since she had submitted, and I made a mental note not to let it happen again. I stood behind my sexy girl and she sighed as I ran my hands over her buttocks, both of us loving the excitement of the familiar situation. I thought back to the first spanking Melissa had submitted to in the living room of my home. She had been so nervous back then, but determined to see if the reality matched her fantasies. Now here she was, my 24/7 trusting submissive, waiting for the familiar fireworks to fly her to the very heights of pleasure. I scraped my fingernails down her back then stepped to one side and picked up her favorite paddle. "Whack" "Oh yessssss Master, that's what I need." Melissa hissed. "Whack, whack, whack." I warmed Melissa's bum with the paddle, firm strokes making her cheeks bounce with each blow. It wasn't long before her white skin turned a lovely pink color and she was giving little yelps of pleasure at each sting. When I was happy with the warm up I stopped and ran my hands over warm skin of her buttocks. Melissa moaned as my fingertips sensually teased her pussy lips, but all in good time so I changed the paddle for the crop. Quickly I beat out a rhythm with short sharp hits on my subbie's cheeks. I did not pause between each hit and Melissa was crying out as the leather tip drummed its pattern over her arse. The thick leather strap was next and used in a totally different fashion to the crop. Each blow was carefully aimed to crisscross the previous one and Melissa was jumping after each stroke. I paused deliberately between each wallop to allow my subbie time to settle back onto the table. After using the strap ten times I paused and asked, "Melissa, you quieter than usual, is everything ok?" "Ohhh Master, it's perfect, just wonderful." Melissa moaned. "Keep going, you build me up so well, I'm all ready to fly." "Control tower to flight Melissa, you are cleared for take off, have a nice flight!" I laughed and grabbed the new flogger, what better subject for its first use than my lovely subbie? The flogger hissed through the air and landed accurately across Melissa's cheeks. "Yahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh yes!!" she cried. The flogger rose and fell, each time with a little more force than the previous. Melissa was crying out with each blow and I knew from experience that she was close to entering subspace. Sure enough after eight stinging hits Melissa's body shook as the first orgasm swept through her body. I changed the flogger for the thin cane as I practiced sensual caning, a relatively new technique I had recently read about. Using the thin end of the cane I tapped lightly in a percussion rhythm using single taps, double taps and quick flutters of varying intensities. A few harder strokes were mixed with flurries so light I knew Melissa could hardly feel them. We had practiced the separate techniques previously but this was the first time I had used them all when Melissa was flying. My subbie's eyes were closed and she was moaning constantly as small orgasms continuously swept through her body. Sometimes she would have a fit of giggles but mostly the sounds were those of a very happy and climaxing young lady. I lost track of the time as concentrated hard to give Melissa exactly what she needed so badly. But the pressure of my cock against my pants was getting too strong and so I dropped the cane and started to gently spank and massage Melissa to bring her in for a landing. As my subbie slowly calmed down I stood directly behind her, rubbing her back with one hand while the other dropped my pants to the floor. As she felt the tip of my cock rubbing against her labia, Melissa moaned and turned her head to look at me, licking her lips in anticipation. I thrust forward and my cock slipped easily into her sopping pussy. I stopped for a short time, loving the feeling of her walls squeezing my cock. Then I commenced to fuck her hard, giving my subbie her favorite delight of being 'used' by her Master for my pleasure. Melissa screamed as I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backwards. I was in control and we both loved the familiar situation. No sex for nearly a week had made me extremely horny so it wasn't long before I was cumming deep inside Melissa's cunt. We both moaned loudly as our panting, sweaty bodies shook and Melissa collapsed onto the table with me on top. When I had regained enough strength I helped Melissa to stand and face me. Her legs were wobbling so I bent and eased her over my right shoulder in a fireman's lift. With my giggling subbie bouncing as I walked I carried her to the waiting hot tub that I had readied earlier. "Oh Master, what a lovely surprise!" Melissa cried as I eased her down into the warm water. "I thought it was my position to plan these sorts of surprises." "Melissa, all legitimate Masters care for their subbies as I care for you," I replied as I joined her in the tub. I then continued with a touch of sarcasm, "And it's not beyond some of us mere males to surprise the ones we love you know." Melissa flung her arms around me and we kissed deeply. "Oh I love you so much Master, I am the luckiest subbie in the world. Thank you so much for my flight, the caning at the end was amazing." Melissa giggled as we cuddled in the warm water. "Master I have a surprise for dinner this evening." "Another surprise! What would that be my sexy subbie?" I asked as I switched on the jets. Melissa said proudly, "Well I have prepared all your favorite cold meats, salad and fruit and I am going to be the table. You can use your hands and mouth to eat directly off me." Another giggle and she continued, "And I hope that I will be the dessert, I am self-saucing and I know you love the taste!" "Mmmmm that sounds just lovely my subbie," I said. "Perhaps I will add some wine to the cup!" Melissa and I burst out laughing, both of us looking forward to the forthcoming evening. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At 10.45 on Wednesday all was ready for Emma's introduction to the hoped for delights of my discipline and her submission. At 11.05 Melissa looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, surprised that Emma was late and had not phoned. Finally at 11.12 the doorbell rang and Melissa silently let Emma in and guided her to the living room where I was waiting. "You're late Emma!" I snapped. "I couldn't help it Matt, the traffic was thicker than I expected." Emma said defiantly. "No excuses Emma and from now you call me Sir," I barked as I rose to my feet. "Discipline starts with planning, you should have left earlier." "I, um I'm sorry Matt, Sir." Emma replied. "Sorry is not to be used in this home, ever, understand? Now come here and stand at attention!" Emma moved to stand in front of me, looking down at the carpet, unsure of what was going on. I knew she had expected a friendly welcome and that she had been caught off-guard. As I walked around her I caught Melissa's gaze and winked at her, causing my assistant to suppress a giggle by quickly putting a hand over her mouth. Emma had dressed as required, I could make out the shape of a bra under an Athletic Club tee shirt. White running shorts, not the competition panties, contrasted with her suntanned muscular legs and she wore sneakers on her feet. "Shoulders back Emma, head up straight!" I ordered. "Did you train this morning?" Emma stood tall and looked straight ahead. "Yes Sir, I trained at swimming from 6.00am with my new coach for an hour and then went for a ninety minute bike ride." "An hour's swimming? Is that all? You used to do ninety minutes and you never rode for less than two hours!" Emma swung her head around and looked at me, "How the hell do you know that?" "I checked with your old coach of course, and look to the front like I told you too." I was enjoying myself. "You said that he was a great disciplinarian and that was the reason for your success in the nineties. Melissa and I were at the pool this morning watching you, you didn't train as hard as you could have did you Emma?" Emma looked straight ahead and stayed silent. She knew that I was telling the truth and that she was taking the easy way out with her new coach. "Emma, do you REALLY WANT to be a champion again?" I asked in a firm but friendly tone. "I think I can help you but you have to take the extra steps yourself, your future is in your hands." Emma bit her lip, knowing that this was a moment of truth in her comeback and her quest for the Athens Olympics in 2004. "Yes Sir, I do, I really WANT to get back to and improve on my former standards." "Very good Emma, now touch your toes fifty times, and count out loud." Emma looked at me in surprise and then started to repeat the easy exercise. "One, two, three…." I moved behind Emma as she exercised and Melissa slipped a riding crop in to my hand. At the count of forty I cracked the crop against Emma's tight shorts. "Owwww!" Emma jumped into air and turned around looking furiously at me while she rubbed her stinging cheek. "What the fuck did you do that for?" "You had slowed down, not putting as much effort into the exercise as when you started." I replied amicably. "You need discipline young lady and while you are here that's what you are going to get. Of course you can leave right now if you want to, it's your decision. If you're staying I suggest you start again from number one. Remember, no pain, no gain." Emma looked furious but turned her back to me. She stood still; I could almost hear her mind ticking over. Melissa's Story Ch. 07 I cracked the crop over her arse again, "Come on Emma, don't waste our time, get on with it!" Emma quickly bent at the waist and easily her fingertips touched her toes. She worked hard, counting out aloud, putting a lot of effort into the simple exercise. At thirty and forty I swiped her arse again, "That's it Emma, keep going, that's much better!" At each crack of the crop Emma gave a little shriek but kept going flat out until she stopped at fifty and stood at attention, panting slightly. "Right, down on the floor Emma, fifty push-ups and count them out, quickly now!" Emma quickly obeyed and commenced the exercise. I knelt down on one knee beside her and after every ten push-ups I thwacked her arse again, urging her on with my voice and the crop. She halted after fifty and stayed in position waiting my next instruction. I stood and ordered, "Stand Emma and follow Melissa into the dungeon. Stand where Melissa instructs and no other talk from either of you." Emma's eyes looked at me, then to Melissa and back to me again. Again it was decision time and with an almost silent sigh she turned and took Melissa's out-stretched hand. Together they walked to the dungeon while I read the paper for ten minutes. I quietly entered the dungeon to find Emma standing in the center of the room, at attention with her back to me. Melissa was kneeling beside Emma but facing the door. We smiled at each other, happy that our plans for Emma were proceeding so well. Emma jumped as I boomed, "Melissa remove Emma's shoes and socks." "Yes Sir!" Melissa replied and soon Emma was barefoot. "Melissa stand over there near the table, Emma, take your tee shirt off and pass it to Melissa." Melissa quickly moved out of the way as I stood right beside Emma who remained still and silent. "Emma I'm waiting, take off your tee shirt!" My tone was quiet but very firm, almost menacing. Emma glanced at me for a second then sighed and pulled the tee shirt up and over her head. My eyes met Melissa's for a split second, we knew right then that the crisis point had been passed, our careful planning was paying off. "Now your shorts, get them off!" Without hesitation Emma slipped her thumbs under the elastic and pushed them down her long shapely legs. She stood at attention, a small pink sports bra barely covering her small breasts with matching panties. "Keep going!" I ordered and watched while Emma unclipped her bra and then slipped out of the panties. Melissa took the underwear from Emma and placed them with her other clothes. My lovely assistant took a pair of fur lined leather wrists cuffs and stood in front of Emma. To our surprise Emma held both her arms out in front while Melissa strapped the cuffs to her wrists. "Emma, put you hands on your head and spread your legs a little." Melissa ordered when the cuffs were in place. "Yes Melissa," Emma replied, quickly following the instructions. As Melissa moved back beside the table I ordered, "Melissa leave us please, I will ring when you are required." "Oh God! Melissa is going?" Emma sounded shocked. Melissa blew me a silent kiss as she moved quickly, closing the dungeon door behind her. To her credit Emma remained in position and silent. Her eyes closed as I walked around like a military parade inspector, the crop still in my hand. Like all top athletes her skin was smooth, any excess hair having being removed by shaving or waxing. Emma's pubic hair had been trimmed so as not to show under the small running panties she wore in competitions. Her tummy muscles were tight and her muscular chest blended as one with her small breasts. The buttocks were tight and there was not an ounce of excess weight anywhere on her lovely athletic body. Emma's eyes shot open as the sound of a chain winch echoed around the dungeon. She watched me as I wound the handle, allowing the chain to position just above her head an attached straight steel bar of about one and a half inches diameter. "Grasp the bar Emma, as if you were going to do chin ups, and keep hold of it until I allow you to let go." I ordered. Emma warily raised her arms above her head and grasped the bar. Her elbows were slightly bent so I wound the chain back a little until her arms were straight. Satisfied with Emma's position I locked the winch and returned to stand beside her. I used some special clips to secure the wrist cuffs to the chain supporting each end of the steel bar; Emma was now secured to the bar and completely at my mercy. Unseen by the sexy triathlete I slipped the crop into my back pocket. Emma moaned as my right hand caressed her tight buttocks while I placed my left hand flat against her stomach. "Remember Emma, no pain, no gain and the safe-word is "Athens", I will stop immediately if you say it." Emma grinned, "Athens, how could I forget that?" I raised my right hand and brought it down firmly on Emma's tight arse. "Spank". Emma grunted at the first whack but otherwise remained silent. My hand continued to rise and fall, slowly but surely warming her cheeks while my left hand steadied her body from swinging. As the spanks grew stronger Emma's verbal reactions grew louder and soon "ouch, owww and yahhh" could be heard through the dungeon. I stopped when I was satisfied with the warm up. My captive's eyes were shining with excitement, her nipples were rock hard and there was a glow of perspiration on her brow. "Is that it?" Emma asked with a trace of disappointment in her voice. "Oh no young lady, we have only just begun." I grinned evilly as I pulled the crop from my back pocket and showed it to her. "Ok, I have another exercise for you. That bar will easily take your weight, one hundred pull-ups, and I want your chin above the bar each and every time. To keep your mind on the job I will use the crop after every ten pull-ups. Once again you count out loud." "Oh my God." Emma moaned at my words but grasped the bar in readiness for the exercises. After taking some deep breaths the muscles of her shoulders and arms ripped into action. "One, two, three," Emma counted out loud as she easily raised her chin above the bar with each lift. "Nine, ten." - Whack! - "Owwwwwww!" Emma did not falter; she was made of stern stuff. "Eleven, twelve…" Emma continued to lift her body up off the floor and at twenty, thirty and forty she received a firm crack on her bum with the crop. "Fifty!" - Crack!! - "Yahhhhhh!" "STOP!" I cried and Emma gratefully allowed her feet to take her weight on the floor. "Why did you stop? I was going so well." Emma chest heaved as she drew in much needed oxygen. "I thought I would make the second fifty a little more difficult." I replied with a grin as I moved to a cupboard out of her sight. "You're not putting weights on my ankles are you?" She puffed. "No, not weights, something a little bit different." I stood in front of Emma and held up two nipple clamps joined by a chain. Her eyes widened and she gasped as I rubbed an ice-block over both her nipples then attached the clamps. These were gentle clamps compared to some I had in the dungeon but they had the desired effect. "Shit Matt, I mean Sir, I don't know what you are doing to me but I am just so turned on right now." Emma moaned again. "You want me to start the second fifty now?" I smiled at her enthusiasm as I moved behind the eager triathlete. I quietly slipped a latex glove onto my right hand and applied a liberal amount of KY to my index finger. Emma jumped as she felt my finger slide down her bum crack and push at her arse hole. "What the fuck do you think you doing?" She cried loudly, trying to twist away from my probing finger. "Crack, crack!" - "Owwwwww, oh shit!" Emma cried as I gave her two hard whacks with the crop. "Hold still and just relax!" I ordered. "You want discipline and that's what you are going to get." "But nobody's ever done anything to my arse hole before," She wailed. "Don't worry, it's only kinky the first time," I chuckled as I probed once again at the puckered opening. "Relax Emma and let me in." The little joke seemed to relax Emma and my finger slipped past the sphincter and deep into her rectum. I twisted it around and pushed it in and out while adding more lubrication. After the initial shock Emma seemed to quite enjoy the new sensations until I placed the cool tip of a small butt plug against her anus. "Fuck, what's that?" The confusion in her voice was obvious as I pushed firmly on the plug. "It's a butt plug, all part of the test Emma, just relax, yes that's great, good girl." I exclaimed as the butt plug slipped fully into her arse. "Now I want you to use your arse muscles to keep the plug inside you while you do the next fifty pull-ups." Emma bit her bottom lip and glowered at me as she became used to the sensations coming from her rectum. She jumped as Melissa opened the dungeon door at the pre-arranged time. My subbie had been watching Emma and I on the closed circuit television and winked at me again as she entered the room. "Melissa please prepare drinks for the three of us. Emma will have earned one when she finishes the next fifty pull-ups." "Yes Sir," Melissa replied as she turned and left the dungeon. "My pleasure as always." "Ok ready Emma?" I asked as I took up my position again with a leather strap in my hand rather than the crop. "Start at fifty one. Commence now!" Emma inhaled a few deep breaths and once again started the pull-ups. "Fifty one, fifty two, fifty three….." With the distraction of the butt plug plus the effect of the nipple clamps, Emma was considerably slower this time. At fifty-seven I cracked the strap across both her buttocks. "Owwwww, what was that for?" "Faster," I interrupted, "You are going to slowly." "Fuck you." Emma muttered almost to herself but endeared herself to me by immediately quickening the pace. "Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty!" - Crack! - "Shiiiiiiiit, ahhhhhhhhh, sixty one, sixty two……" This was one gutsy young lady. I had expected her to use the safe word but she continued right up to one hundred, accepting the searing pain of the strap four more times. She stood gasping for air, the butt plug still in place. I reached for the nipple clamps and was surprised when Emma shook her head so I left them in place. Melissa had entered the dungeon again with the drinks on a tray. After placing them on the table she grabbed a soft beanbag and placed it behind Emma while I released the winch. Emma gratefully collapsed down onto the bag and lay panting and perspiring while Melissa released the wrist cuffs. Melissa handed Emma a plastic bottle of the drink that all the athletes seem to prefer these days. Emma gratefully drank deeply from the bottle, replenishing some of the liquid that had escaped through the pores of her skin. Her eyes were glistening and she was pulling gently on the chain joining the nipple clamps. Melissa and I noticed that Emma was also wriggling her bum in the beanbag, obviously loving the sensations caused by the butt plug. The aroma of the drinks that Melissa and I were sipping suddenly dawned on Emma, "Damn, you two have hot chocolate, my favorite drink! God it smells so good, you teaser Matt, Sir." I just grinned and stood with Melissa in front of Emma, "So how do you feel after all that Emma? What you just went through was pretty intense." "Apart from horny as hell?" Emma grinned, her arse still grinding into the beanbag. "Well I do need some time to assimilate it all but I do know that you can give me the discipline that has been missing. Barry, my old coach was always in my ear, urging me on to better results. Your technique is somewhat, ummm, shall I say unique, but it made me work harder than I have for a long time." Emma's right hand went to her pussy and started to rub. "Shit this is embarrassing with you both watching, but I have to cum, do you mind if I……..?" "Stop that Emma!" I ordered. Emma's fingers left her pussy and she looked at me pleadingly. I nudged Melissa, "Why don't you help Emma out?" "Oh no, no way!" Emma jumped in fright as Melissa walked over to a cupboard; "I'm straight, not bi like some other athletes." "Relax Emma," Melissa said as she handed Emma a buzzing vibrator, "Use this, it's clean, disinfected and the batteries are new." "Oh my God, it's Bob! Just who I need!" Emma almost screamed and grabbed the vibrator. Any trace of embarrassment quickly disappeared as Emma thrust the vibe deep into her pussy. I put an arm around my subbie and we stood watching as Emma thrashed around on the beanbag. Naturally it wasn't long before her body started juddering as the first orgasm swept through her glowing body. Emma withdrew the vibrator and used the tip to stimulate her clitoris. Once again her body tensed, arched and shook violently as she climaxed once again. Melissa knelt down and took hold of the vibrator just before Emma's shaking hands let it drop to the floor. Emma crashed back onto the beanbag, gasping for breath and moaning loudly. I grinned as Melissa first sniffed the vibrator then placed it against Emma's mouth. Without opening her eyes Emma cleaned the vibe with her lips and tongue, relishing the taste of her own juices. Melissa placed the vibrator in a dish for future cleaning then we stood back and watched and waited for Emma to recover. Finally Emma opened her eyes and looked at us, shaking her head from side to side. "Wow that was amazing Sir and Melissa, thank you so much. I'll never doubt again that pain can't lead to pleasure." "I have learned so much about life and myself since I first met my Master," Melissa said, "But if one thing sticks out, no pun intended, the dirtier it seems, the more pleasurable it is bound to be." The three of us laughed as I helped Emma back onto her feet. I removed the nipple clamps and then smacked Emma's right hand as she went to pull out the butt plug. "Emma, leave the plug inserted at least until training tonight." I ordered. "What?" Emma was incredulous. "You expect me to leave here with this thing stuck up my arse? I'm sorry Matt, no way." My reply was to grab Emma and push her face down on the beanbag. I held out my hand into which Melissa placed the thin whippy cane. Emma shrieked as I cracked the cane firmly across her still red marked cheeks. "I told you Emma that sorry is a banned word in this house, you obviously don't concentrate too well.' "Crack" - "Yaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" "Your will NEVER query my instructions while you are under my control, do you understand?" "Crack" - "Owwwwwww, y'yes Sir, I'm….." "You will wear the butt plug until you train later today." I ordered. " Is that implanted in your brain now Emma?" "Crack!" - "Aieeeeeeee! Yes Sir, I understand." Emma sobbed. "That's more like it, now compose yourself and join Melissa and I in the living room." I instructed. "Melissa, I'll take the drinks tray and you bring Emma's clothes." Melissa threw a towel over Emma's back and we left the dungeon. When we reached the kitchen I hugged Melissa to me, "Excellent my subbie, your timing was spot on, you have learned well." "I have a wonderful teacher Sir," Melissa replied with a lovely smile. "I never tire of watching you in action, you almost seem to be able to read their minds at times." "Thank you, I think it's called experience and planning," I said, "I'll go into the living and wait for Emma, you make her a hot chocolate, I think she deserves a reward." Melissa kissed my cheek and giggled, "Yes Master, what a good idea, just what I was thinking." Five minutes later Emma walked self consciously into the living room. Her face was flushed and she gazed at the carpet as if looking for a lost coin. "Head up Emma, stand straight, hands on your head." "Yes Sir!" Emma snapped into position. "The strokes of the cane are what you will suffer if you don't put full effort into your training from now on. I expect you to email me a daily diary of your training. I want details of distances and times, and I will have random checks done, so don't try and cheat. Do you understand Emma?" "Yes Sir, may I speak?" Emma asked quietly as Melissa entered the room. "Of course." I replied. Emma spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Umm this has been an amazing experience for me. Punishing me while I was exercising was just so, ahh, invigorating I think is the best word. It seemed to make my adrenaline flow, just as if Barry was yelling in my ear." Emma paused for a few seconds then spoke again. "Well the adrenaline was not the only thing flowing, my pussy, oh like wow. I have never climaxed like that before, it was astonishing, thank you." "You are welcome. I…" I was interrupted by Emma. "Please Sir, I haven't finished, may I continue?" Emma looked at me and I smiled and nodded. "My mind is turning over at a million miles an hour and I need time to understand everything that happened today." Emma continued. "But I am sure that your discipline will be the catalyst for improved performances in my triathlons. I would like to come back and see you again, whatever happens to my training times." Emma looked at me with uncertain smile. I stepped right in front of her, grasped her wrists and placed her arms by her side. Melissa moved directly behind Emma and together we gave her a group hug. Emma sobbed a couple of times as her arms went around me returning the hug. As we stood in the huddle I said, "Emma you are welcome here anytime, for more discipline or just as a friend in need of some stress release. Ok, Melissa would you get Emma another drink please, let's sit down and relax." Melissa soon returned with a mug of hot chocolate and gave it to the still-nude Emma. "Ohhhhh chocolate, thank you sooooo much Melissa and Matt." Emma was thrilled. "I don't have it very often but love it when I do." Melissa returned to the kitchen and brought back some sandwiches for a welcome late lunch snack. The three of us chatted for some time about the session and how it may effect Emma's times in future competitions. The time passed quickly and soon it was time for Emma to leave. "Sir, I must leave, may I get dressed?" "Of course Emma, come back soon ok?" Emma giggled as she slipped her panties and then shorts on over the butt plug. "It is rather exciting having this in me," Emma said as she patted her bum. "You wait until you are made to wear one for twenty four hours," Melissa laughed, "And that includes a long walk around the mall, window shopping while my Master watched from close by. Now that was an experience." Emma just shook her head in disbelief as she finished dressing. I had a last question. "Ok girls, before Emma goes I want to know why the vibrator was referred to as Bob." "Battery operated boyfriend!" Melissa and Emma answered in unison then both giggled loudly. "At last! At last!" Melissa cried triumphantly, "Something my Master didn't know!" "Watch it young lady, I'll deal with you later." I laughed. "Oh I do hope so Master." My sassy subbie replied with a cheeky grin. We hugged Emma once again and then said goodbye before watching our new friend patting her arse as she walked down the driveway. After closing the door, Melissa and I hugged again, both extremely pleased with our session with Emma. Melissa's Story Ch. 08 Melissa Part 8: The Penthouse "Melissa speaking, may I help you?" "Hello Mistress Melissa, this is Anne from Channel 8, how are you today?" "I'm just fine thank you Anne, but I'm not a Mistress yet," Melissa replied, glancing at me with eyebrows raised, "How are you and how can we help you?" "I have some information that will interest Master Matt and yourself, can you put me on a speaker by any chance?" "I'll check, one moment please Anne," Melissa replied. Melissa explained Anne's request and I shrugged, nodded my agreement and Melissa pressed the speaker button. "Hello Anne, what news do you have for us?" I asked. "Hi Master Matt, firstly the ratings for the BDSM show were very good and we have had many calls saying how much they enjoyed your demonstration with Melissa." "That is excellent Anne and thank you for your co-operation with the editing of my part of the show," I replied as Melissa smiled at the news. "I took a call myself from a friend in the entertainment industry who sounded pretty desperate to see you, can I give her your phone number?" Anne inquired. "Of course Anne, give Melissa the lady's phone number and we will contact her." I replied. "Thanks so much." Anne replied, "And if we get any more requests I'll fax the numbers to you and you can contact them. Incidentally, I will be working interstate for a few weeks but when I come home I want to come and see both of you again, I think I need some more of your special discipline." "Certainly Anne, Melissa and I will look forward to seeing you again. We are flying out next week for a holiday on Minke Island to do some whale watching with some friends. So we will catch up with you when we return, I'll put Melissa on to get the lady's number, bye for now." Melissa listened to Anne for a few more minutes with a few girlish giggles and then hung up the phone. "Master it looks like Anne wants some more girl to girl action," Melissa said with another giggle. "Whatever Melissa, I may allow you to attend to Anne by yourself if you continue your progress since your test. I'm going on the computer for a while. You ring the lady and make any arrangements you feel necessary, I trust your judgement you know." Melissa beamed, "Yes Sir! Thank you Sir." An hour later Melissa came into my study with a cup of hot tea and home made chocolate cake. She sat on the floor at my feet and looked excitedly up at me for permission to speak. I grinned and said, "What's got you all excited my pet?" "I rang the lady that Anne phoned about on her cell phone and she was very secretive. All she would tell me was that she lives in a penthouse and wants you to make a private visit to her. She saw the TV show and after speaking to Anne, she thinks you are the right person for her needs. She would not give me any details but assured me that you would be extremely well reimbursed in cash." Melissa took a deep breath and continued. "She said she would give her address to you alone and would you please call her back. Then she hung up so I phoned Anne to verify that this lady was not a time waster and Anne assured me the lady is genuine." Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "So that's it Sir, although the lady's voice did sound familiar to me." "Familiar from where Melissa?" I asked. "I'm not sure, but I think television." Melissa giggled. "I haven't watched much TV since I came to live as your subbie. I seem to be tied up a lot of the time with other matters." I laughed at my subbie's joke. "I'll phone this lady now and see what she wants. Why don't you go and see if the hot tub is the right temperature, I switched it on some time ago." "The hot tub? Oh yes Sir, wonderful idea!" Melissa jumped to her feet and did a short happy dance before rushing from the room. I telephoned Anne's friend and, after talking for ten minutes, made arrangements to visit her Penthouse the following Tuesday, the day before the start of our holiday. Somewhat intrigued by the conversation, I joined Melissa in the hot tub where we eased away the stresses of a busy week. ******************************************* On Tuesday I drove down Toorak Road in the most expensive residential area of the city. Turning into Queens Road I soon saw the large apartment block and fortunately found a spot in the small visitor's car park. I grabbed my bag from the car, entered the reception area and approached the desk. "Hello Amanda, my name is Matthew, for the Penthouse massage." I spoke the pre-arranged words to the attractive receptionist, her name badge giving me an excuse to check out her firm breasts. "Yes Sir, I've been expecting you," Amanda said with an automatic smile as she stood and took a key from a desk drawer. "Please follow me." I followed Amanda's swaying arse to the elevators where her key allowed the button to be pushed for the Penthouse on the twenty-eighth floor. Amanda held the doors open as she said with a smile, "How much do you charge for a massage Matthew?" "Well Amanda I guess that depends on the length of the service," I replied with a grin. "Mmmmm, maybe I'll get some details from the lady in the Penthouse and contact you sometime." "Why don't you do that Amanda?" I said, "Though I warn you I give a very firm massage and get in quite deep." "Oh I do hope so Matthew." Amanda smiled wickedly as she stepped back and released her hold on the doors. "Enjoy the view, Sir." she added as she turned away. "Oh I already have Amanda." I retorted as the doors closed cutting short the laughter from the cheeky receptionist. The elevator soon arrived at the Penthouse floor; I took a deep breath and stepped out into the marble lined foyer. I looked around and spied an intercom on the wall but before I could press the button a door opened and a husky voice said, "Please come in Matthew". I walked into the opulent living room and was greeted by a familiar, though unusually nervous, well-known nation wide television personality. Melissa was correct, it was Dot Sutton, a veteran of many lifestyle and real estate shows. Short, immaculately groomed blond hair just above her shoulders topped an uncertain smile of brilliant white teeth. An expensive white see-through blouse covered small firm breasts supported by a lace bra. A golden mini skirt showed off her slim legs and her flawless skin was brown from perhaps a little too much time in the sun. "Welcome to my penthouse," Dot said, "From the look on your face I can tell you know who I am." "Well I must admit that I don't watch much television, but Melissa thought she recognized your voice on the phone." I replied. "I want to assure you again that what happens here today is strictly between you and I." "Thank you Mathew, Anne told me a little about her time with you and assured me that I could trust you completely." Dot swallowed and continued. "I trust Anne and her judgement too, although she was very secretive of her time with you." I smiled, dropped my bag on the floor and sat down uninvited in a nearby armchair. I changed the subject away from Anne and ordered, "Kneel on the floor at my feet Dot." "Oh, yes Sir." Dot slipped off her shoes and quickly knelt as instructed. "The details of your needs and fantasies you gave me on the phone are enough for me to work with. Is there anything you wish to add before we commence?" "No Sir, I don't think so. I am nervous but I think that's only natural." Dot shivered and continued. "Amanda thinks you are a new masseur, I do have a regular massage on Tuesdays. On your instructions I told Anne you were coming and if I don't phone her at a certain time, she will call the police." "Excellent Dot, now I know that you are not into pain but all the same we will use the red/amber safe words. Is your cell phone switched off and the answering machine switched on? We don't want the phone to interrupt our play do we?" Dot smiled again, "Ummm Sir, I watched a dvd of the movie Secretary last night and loved the spanking scenes so if you wish to……….. well, you know. I kept watching them over and over. I understand the safe words, and yes my cell is off and the answering machine is switched on." "Stand Dot and strip off down to bra and panties." I ordered as I reached for my bag of tricks. "Yes Sir!" Dot sprung to her feet and stood in front off me. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. The gold skirt soon fell down her legs and the stockings and garter belt quickly joined the other clothes. "Lead me to your massage room." A low moan escaped her lips as the sexy television star quickly obeyed my instruction. I stood, grabbed my bag and for the second time that day followed a shapely swaying arse. Dot opened the door to the room and stood back allowing me to enter first. The room was warm and sparsely furnished with a sturdy massage table in the center. A small fridge, some chairs, piles of towels on shelves and a large vase of expensive roses. Dot followed me into the room, pulled the curtains closed and lit some candles. I switched off the main light and turned to see Dot standing near the massage table, head bowed and hands by her side. I moved to stand beside Dot and walked around her in small circles, inspecting as if she was on an army parade ground. Dot gasped as I stopped behind her and unclipped her bra, pushing it off her shoulders and down to the floor. She shivered as I ran my fingertips sensually up and down her spine and then moaned as my hands cupped and squeezed her buttocks. I took a blindfold from a pocket and started to wrap it over her eyes. Dot moaned and staggered sideways so I steadied her by holding her shoulders. I removed the blindfold and asked, "You ok? We can stop at any time you call red." "I'm sorry, I felt a bit faint just then." Dot said as she breathed quickly, her face drained of colour. "Sit up on the table and I'll get you some water." I said as I assisted her onto the massage table. I found a jug of ice cold water in the fridge and poured a glass. Dot sipped gratefully on the water and slowly some colour returned to her pale cheeks. As her breathing slowed down I asked, "You sure you want to go through with this Dot? It's ok to stop if you don't feel up to it. I don't want your first experience to be a bad one." Dot raised her eyes and looked directly at me as she passed the glass over. "I'm not pulling out now Sir. I feel better for the water, thank you. Where do you want me now?" "On your back on the table Dot, quick now." "Oh yes Sir!" Dot hastened to obey and lay down on her back, her hard-nippled breasts rising and falling quickly with her breathing. I decided in a change of plans and eased her over so she lay face down on the table. I took a bottle of coconut massage oil from my bag and spread some on Dot's shoulders and back. "Ok Dot, just take it easy, I'm going to massage you until you calm down a bit. Take some slow deep breaths and let your muscles relax." "Oh yes Sir." Dot followed my instructions and I could feel her shoulders loosen under my hands. For the next fifteen minutes I massaged Dot's shoulders and back, my fingers easing the tense muscles. I guessed that she had been taut and uptight since we had first spoken on the phone. Dot had been a star in the media for some years and to give up control and submit was a huge challenge for her. She moaned as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and eased them down over her cute bum. Slowly I slipped them down her legs and off over her feet. There was little resistance as I grasped her ankles and spread her legs apart, just a long, almost inaudible moan. I spread some more oil on her buttocks and legs and resumed the massage. I wanted to create the situation of Dot's regular massage and to have her relaxed and confident to my touch. Twenty minutes later and Dot was calm in the relaxed euphoria that is the result of a good massage. She purred as I took a towel and wiped the oil from the back of her body, then jumped as I firmly smacked once on each of her buttocks. "Rollover Dot." I ordered. "Oh yes Sir!" Dot hastened to obey and lay looking up at me. "Thank you Sir, that was lovely, I feel a lot better now." I took four leather cuffs from my bag and strapped them on her ankles and wrists. Some cord soon had her secured to the massage table and my lovely captive moaned as I wrapped the black blindfold over her eyes. Dot's breathing was slower and steadier than previous and I was confident that the session could continue as planned. My right index finger lightly traced the shape of her cheekbones and then around and over her lips. As her mouth opened I pushed the finger between her lips and she sucked it inside as she would a small cock. Dot moaned as my finger gently fucked her mouth and she sighed as I moved it over her chin and down her smooth neck. Down the valley between her breasts my finger moved and Dot tensed as I trailed it lower towards her trimmed pubic hair. I stopped just short of her slit then moved it back up to trace a figure eight around her breasts. Starting at the base of Dot's left breast my finger traced round and round in slowly reducing circles until it lapped around the aureole without touching the nipple. "Keep breathing Dot." I said with a grin as I noticed that she was holding her breath. Dot just moaned but resumed her breathing as my finger moved to the right breast and commenced the teasing circles. I reached down into my bag and took out a pair of light nipple clamps joined together with a thin metal chain. Dot shivered as she heard the metallic jingle but remained silent. I moved to the fridge and took an ice block from the small freezer. Dot's mouth looked dry so I ran the ice around her lips causing her tongue to tentatively reach out and lick the block. I let her lick the cold block before moving it suddenly to her left nipple. Dot's back arched as the teat hardened and she gave a shriek as I slipped one clamp over the cold nipple. I repeated rubbing the ice on her right nipple and attached the remaining clamp. "Too much for you Dot?" I asked as I pulled and tightened the chain, resulting in a long low moan from my fascinating captive. "Oh God, n'no Sir, it's incredible." Dot swallowed. "I never thought……oh hell, it's sooooooo good……….don't stop." I grinned to myself and pulled the chain in different directions as a tremor of pleasure swept through Dot's arching body. Removing the clamps I pinched and twisted the sore nipples between my thumb and forefinger causing more moans of delight from Dot. I then moved across to the vase of roses and carefully grasped one of the stems. Standing beside Dot I started to tease by running the flowers and leaves all over her body. The strong scent of the flowers was matched by the odor of a very turned on lady. Of course the petals soon fell off the stem so I broke the leaves off leaving me with a stick of thorns. Carefully I lightly touched the inside of a thigh and brushed the thorns over her skin. Dot flinched and gritted her teeth at the unusual sensations but remained silent. I lifted the thorns to miss her damp pussy and slid them down the opposite leg. The thorns were not breaking the skin but leaving thin white scratch marks as I moved them to her breasts. Again Dot's body arched and she moaned loudly as the thorns scraped the soft slopes of her breasts. "Owwwwww!" Dot yelled as I pressed a large thorn into her left nipple. "Shit that hurts!" "Such unladylike language Dot," I admonished as I dropped the stick back in the vase and reached into my bag for a flogger with silk fronds. "I will have to whip you for that outburst." "Whip me?" Fear showed in her voice as she pulled against the ropes. "Yes whip you like this Dot." I said as I lightly brushed the silk over her breasts. "Oh, yeeesssssss Sir!" Dot moaned as she realized what I was going to do. I swished the silken tips painlessly over Dot's breasts, from side to side down over her tummy and thighs. Very slowly I increased the force of my swings until each touch caused a slight tingle. Dot was moaning with pleasure and her back arched several times with the thrill of the light stings. She gave a few little yelps as I raised the flogger higher and brought it down with a bit more power. Her skin was a light pink as I took careful aim and flicked the fronds over her pussy lips. "Ohhhhhhhhh God!" Dot yelled as a powerful climax swept through her body. Her arms and legs jerked against their restraints and then she collapsed shaking back onto the table. I dropped the flogger into the bag, slipped the blindfold back and stroked Dot's body to help her calm down. As she opened her eyes and focused on me I grinned and said, "Now that was a good one." "A good one?" Dot gasped, "It was bloody wonderful, the best ever. Oh whew." "Have you had enough Dot?" I asked as I untied the ropes from the table. "I can stop now if you wish." "Oh hell no Matt, I mean Sir." Dot panted, her eyes twinkling. "You haven't spanked me yet, I want to feel your hand on my arse." "When were you supposed to contact Amanda? We don't want the police called do we?" Dot glanced at a wall clock. "Oh hell, in ten minutes, lucky you reminded me Sir. Would you pass that phone over to me please?" I helped Dot sit up and passed the phone over to her, together with a glass of water. Dot dialed a number and assured Amanda that everything was fine and that she was enjoying her massage from a man with very talented hands. Dot smiled at me as she passed the phone back and asked, "Please Sir, may I use the toilet before you proceed? I needed that iced water but it does go straight through." "Of course." I replied, helping her down off the table. On slightly wobbling legs Dot slipped out of the room and returned a couple of minutes later, grinning as she looked at the cuffs still attached to her wrists and ankles. Dropping to her knees at my feet she bowed her head and said, "Sir I just love the feeling of being restrained, it has been a fantasy of mine for years. When I asked you on the phone for sensual domination I did not think it would be so damn good. Please continue if you will." "Back on the table, face down." I ordered in a stern tone. Dot glanced up at my serious expression and quickly hastened to obey my order. She settled herself down with her face in the table's head hole and once again I secured her wrists and ankles. I slipped an arm under her, raising her body off the table and pushed a pillow under her hips. Dot's lovely bum was now ready and open for the next part of her first session. My fingertips traced up and down her back, over her arse and down the slim legs. Sensuously I teased my lovely captive, knowing that the waiting was annoying her to say the least. Dot jumped as I squirted some lubricating jell around her arse hole and tensed as she felt a gloved finger sliding down her crack. "Noooooooo please Sir, nobody has ever…………" Dot's voice trailed off and she moaned as she felt my fingertip pushing insistently at her anus. "Just relax your sphincter Dot," I said firmly, "I can assure you I'm not stopping." "Unless you use the safe word," I thought silently. Dot momentarily relaxed and she groaned loudly as my finger slipped in past the sphincter and pushed its way further. I squirted some more jell to make penetration as easy as possible and slowly started frigging my restricted beauty. Unhurried and deliberate my finger moved in and out, as Dot slowly relaxed and became accustomed to another new sensation. "Mmmmmmm." Dot moaned quietly. "Not as bad as you thought?" I inquired. "Never, ever has anyone done this to me, Sir." Dot moaned. "I think it's disgusting, but I love it, ohhh god, what's happening to me?" Melissa's Story Ch. 08 I did not reply, just adding a little more jell before slipping my finger out of Dot's arse and removing the glove. Unseen by Dot I reached into my bag and grasped a sealed plastic bag, from which I took a small, clean butt plug. After applying some lubrication to the plug I pushed it against Dot's shining hole. "Noooooooo!" Dot yelled again, followed by "Ouch!" as my free hand smacked once on each cheek. "What are you doing to me?" she demanded. "Relax Dot, it's a butt plug and it's going in whether you like it or not!" "Ohhhhhhh Noooooooo, I don't want this!" she yelled loudly. I bent down and whispered, "Are you calling red?" Dot's reply was a long moan and a negative shake of her head. I pushed firmly and the head of the plug finally moved past her sphincter that grasped around the narrow section. I stepped back and allowed Dot time to adjust to the emotional and physical feelings created by the anal play. After a few minutes I reached once again into my bag of tricks and took out a standard size vibrator that slipped easily in to Dot's very moist vagina. She groaned loudly as I switched it on to about half speed. Smiling to myself I walked over to the door, opened it and then shut it with a loud bang without actually leaving the room. Dot thought she had been left alone and surrendered herself to the orgasms that had been building in her body. Her arms and legs jerked and pulled against the ropes as her torso arched over the pillow, juddering and shaking with pleasure. Moaning incomprehensibly Dot collapsed down onto the massage table, as tremors of smaller climaxes continued to flow through her perspiring body. I stayed silent and watched Dot for at least ten minutes before quietly moving back beside her. "Spank!" "Ouch! What the hell Matt? I thought I was alone, you scared the shit out of me." "I would never leave anyone alone Dot," I said as I slowly removed the butt plug and dropped it back in its bag. "But if you thought you were by yourself, then good, my ploy worked and you had some great cums." Dot moaned and another tremor shook her body. "Oh Sir, did I ever, amazing, just amazing." I started to spank her arse, using both hands lightly as if I was playing tom toms. I was really enjoying myself as I alternated long sensual caresses over her back and legs with the spanks on her cheeks. My delightful new friend was soon again moaning as she built to another orgasm. The vibrator was running out of power so I slipped it out of Dot's pussy and started to increase the force of the spanking. "Spank, spank, spank, spank." "Ouch, that stings!" Dot cried as her legs pulled against the ropes. "Don't be a wimp," I admonished, "This is a sting!" "SPANK" I brought my hand down sharply five times in a row. "Ohhhhhhh God, I've never………Owwwwwww, Ouch, Ahhhhhh, Nooooooooooo, please Sir." Dot wailed loudly. I toned the force down a little but kept spanking, covering all Dots' arse cheeks and upper thighs. The spanked area was now a lovely shade of light pink as my hand continued to rise and fall. Dot's body began to stiffen so I stopped spanking and ordered, "Don't you dare cum until I give permission Dot." "What? Oh no Sir, please I can't………" Dot pleaded. "Yes you can Dot, if you cum before I say so I will use a leather belt on you." I grinned as Dot clenched her hands and groaned loudly. As she relaxed a little I resumed the spanking with slow, firm whacks of my hands, alternating on each of her lovely pink buttocks. The sound of each stinging smack was loud in the small massage room, as were Dot's cries and moans. As her body stiffened once again I slipped a hand between Dot's legs and quickly rubbed her clit, at the same time ordering, "Cum Dot, cum now for me." Dot screamed and her arms and legs pulled against their bonds as she orgasmed. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense and then she collapsed down on the table sobbing and shaking. I walked around the table releasing the ropes and unbuckling the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. After the still quietly moaning Dot had calmed somewhat I said, "Dot I'm going to touch your right shoulder. When you feel the touch of my hand you are to climax again." "Noooooo, I can't, please Matt." With pleading eyes Dot turned her head to look at me as my hand came in contact with her shoulder. A look of shocked amazement came over her face as another orgasm swept through her body. I smiled and stroked her back as her sweaty shaking body shook while Dot moaned loud and long. A few minutes later I rolled the limp rag doll lady over onto her back and wiped some of the perspiration from her face and body. After collecting my gear and placing it back in my bag I opened the door, picked Dot up in my arms and carried her through to one of the living rooms. I laid her down on a cool leather couch and asked Dot if she would like some coffee. She just nodded, raised a hand and pointed wearily in the direction of the kitchen. The coffee percolator was ready to go so I switched it on and wandered around the penthouse taking in the stunning views of the city and the nearby golf course and lake. I returned to the living room with two mugs of coffee and helped Dot into a sitting position. After making sure she could hold the mug steady I sat down in a chair opposite the still silent television star. Dot's eyes never left mine as she sipped slowly on her coffee. "A penny for your thoughts." I finally asked. "My thoughts Matt? Oh shit, they're all jumbled." Dot said slowly. "All mixed up. I'm sorry Sir." "A natural reaction Dot," I replied with a smile, "And cut out the Sir stuff now, we have finished for today." Dot gave me a tired smile. "Ok, thanks Matt. Oh wow, never in my wildest dreams did I think it could be that good." She took a few more sips of her coffee before shaking her head and continuing, "When you touched me on the shoulder and I came again…………..just amazing, incredible. How did you know?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Experience I guess Dot. When your body is at that level of sexual excitement it's not hard for the touch test to get a reaction such as yours." We sat for a few more minutes in silence drinking our coffee as I let Dot assimilate the experiences in the massage room. I was surprised when she put the mug down on the floor, rose to her feet and walked fairly steadily over to a small desk. She took an envelope from a drawer and passed it over to me. "I hope that will recompense you for your valuable time Matthew, I will happily double the amount if you want more. Can I ask you one more favor?" Without bothering to open the envelope I stuffed it in one of my pockets and replied, "A favor?" "Ummmm, could I by any chance keep the butt plug?" Dot smiled and blushed. I nodded, grinned, walked back to the massage room and collected my bag. I removed the plastic bag containing the butt plug and passed it over to Dot. "Go and wash it and bring it back here Dot." I ordered. "And don't put it back in the bag, throw the bag in the garbage." Dot's eyes lit at my surprise instruction and she trotted away to the nearest bathroom. She returned in a couple of minutes holding up the butt plug like a trophy she had just won. I handed over the tube of lubricating jell and ordered, "Put it in now!" "W'what?" Dot exclaimed. "Now?" "I think I made myself perfectly clear." I replied in mock exasperation. Dot glared at me but took the tube and returned to sit back on the couch. With shaking hands she spread some lube over the plug then sat looking at it with wide eyes. "Ahem." I coughed and looked at my watch. Dot gave me another dirty look but lay down on her back with her legs spread wide apart. She hesitated again so I walked the few steps over to her, grasped an ankle in each hand and pulled her knees back against her chest. Nervously she guided the point of the plug against her arsehole and pushed without any result. "Relax the sphincter and push at the same time." I offered helpfully. Dot closed her eyes in concentration and followed my instruction. To her amazement the plug head moved fairly easily into her anus and she moaned as it settled into place. I let go of her legs and helped her into the sitting position. "Ohhhhhhh god!" Dot exclaimed as the weight of her body moved the end of the plug. I pulled her to her feet, slapped her bum and ordered, "Right Dot, walk around the room for me and keep your hands off the plug." Dot gave me another look of annoyance but set off unsteadily around the large living room. A couple of times she stopped and clenched her buttock muscles but managed to make a lap without touching the plug with her fingers. As she came up to me I grinned, wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug. Dot moaned, returned the hug and said, "Thank you so much Matthew, it was just wonderful. I want to see you again you know." "It will be a pleasure to lead you astray even more Ms. Sutton." I replied. "Perhaps next time you would like to come to my place and I'll introduce you to Melissa and my dungeon." "I think I might like that Matthew, Sir." Dot blushed again. "Ummmm will you strap me like you threatened to before?" "I'll strap you and if you bring a digital camera we will take photos for you to take home." I replied, hugging her once more before stepping back. "Now unless you need to remove it for obvious reasons, that plug is to stay in until tomorrow morning, that's an order!" Dot stood at attention and gave me a mock salute. "Yes Sir!" I kissed Dot on the cheek, collected my bag and moved to the elevator with Dot shuffling along behind me. "Melissa and I are going away whale watching on Minke Island for a week tomorrow, so give me a call after that, when you are ready for another session." "Oh the whales are wonderful, I was there last season. I promise I will phone you, I can't wait." Dot kissed my cheek as the elevator doors opened. "Have a wonderful holiday." "Thanks Dot, it was lovely to meet you, bye." I replied, then the doors shut behind me. As the elevator moved down to the ground floor I opened the envelope and whistled at the amount of cash inside, Melissa and I sure were going to have a great time away now. I stepped out of the elevator and walked quietly over the carpet to where Amanda sat with her eyes glued to her computer monitor. As I approached from behind she was oblivious to my presence and I noticed she was wriggling on the chair. I stopped just behind her and saw she was engrossed watching a DVD of the movie "Secretary", the same DVD as Dot had watched last night? I clapped my hands loudly together and Amanda jumped to her feet. "Ohhhhhhh!" Amanda glared at me. "Matt! You scared the shit out of me." "Interesting movie Amanda, did Dot loan it to you?" I laughed and asked, "Have you been making typing errors? Perhaps you need some discipline? Amanda blushed bright red and stammered, "Oh umm, hell Matt, it's just a movie." I took my wallet out and passed a business card to the confused receptionist. "If you need my services, give me a call." Amanda looked at the card and read out loud, "Matthew Masters, Trainer, Personal Guidance and Discipline. Change your outlook and improve your Health and Happiness." The receptionist glanced at me curiously. "Hmmm I thought you were a masseur?" "I have many talents Amanda, massage is just one of them." I replied with a smile. "Why don't you ask your friend in the Penthouse? She loaned you that DVD didn't she?" Amanda muttered something to herself, as her eyes looked everywhere but directly at mine. The confident receptionist that had flirted with me when I arrived was lost for words. I was sorely tempted to turn her around and whack her bottom but the recent sexual harassment laws made me think twice about any such action. I turned and headed for home, waving back to Amanda as I opened the front door. "Phone me in a week or so." I called. "I'll be away on holiday for a while." Amanda looked down at my card and nodded before sitting down with a dazed look on her face. I steered my car out into the busy Queens Road traffic and made my way to the large shopping mall close to home. Melissa and I were due to fly out before dawn the next morning in a private Learjet with Deanne and some friends. After collecting a small parcel at the mall I returned to find Melissa busily packing for our holiday. I took one look at the four pieces of luggage and exclaimed, "Melissa, one suitcase each is ample for a week away on Minke Island." Flicking open one of the bags I burst out laughing. "Oh my subbie, you won't need a different pair of shoes each day!" "But Sir, you know I love my shoe collection, I want to look the best for my Master." Melissa pouted and asked, "Can I take my pair of red 'fuck me' high heels pleeeeeeeeease?" I laughed, sat down on the bed and for the next hour or so we had fun reducing the amount of clothes and shoes so they would fit in two suitcases. Melissa and I were really looking forward to our week's holiday and I had a special surprise for my subbie tonight. When everything was ready for our early departure the next morning Melissa prepared dinner while I rested in the living room. When Melissa called out 'five minutes' I slipped into the dining room, lit some candles and started a romantic CD playing on the stereo. Melissa was dishing out the food as I entered the kitchen and took a bottle of wine from the fridge. "We will eat in the dining room tonight my subbie." I said as I uncorked the bottle. "Yes Sir!" Melissa replied with a radiant smile as she grasped the plates and followed me from the kitchen. "Oh Sir, how lovely, a farewell dinner before our holiday!" Melissa exclaimed when she saw the candlelit table. We sat opposite each other and chatted easily as we ate and drank. Melissa recalled her first visit to my home and how much her life had changed over the ensuing months. We laughed about her initial nervousness and how she had loved her first spanking. At one stage my subbie had me roaring with laughter as she sang a song she had written to the tune of Neil Sedaka's 'Oh Carol'. Oh! Master i am but a fool darling i love You though You treat me cruel You hurt me and You make me cry but those orgasms surely make me fly! Master, there will never be another 'cause i love You so don't ever leave me say You'll never go i will always be here for your pleasure no matter what You do oh! Master i'm so in love with You As we finished eating I interrupted her chat, "Tell me my subbie are you really happy? Do you have any regrets about the change to your new lifestyle?" Melissa paused and thought for a short time before answering. "Sir I was thinking about my new life while you were away today. I can honestly say that I have never been happier in all my life." Another pause, then she looked directly into my eyes and said, "Sir, that silly song was the truth, you know I love you." "My subbie, I love you too, very much." As I spoke I stood and moved around to stand beside her. To my subbie's wide-eyed amazement I knelt on one knee and asked, "Melissa, will you marry me?" I took a small jewelry box from a pocket and handed it too her. With shaking hands Melissa opened the box to reveal a diamond engagement ring. "Ohhhhhh Master!" Tears welled in her eyes. "Ohhhhh YES! Of course!" We both stood and wrapped our arms around each other and hugged tightly. Melissa was sobbing happily on my shoulder as I told her of the plans I had made for our time on Minke Island. "I have arranged with a marriage celebrant for a quiet ceremony on the island while we are away." I whispered. "Deanne, Mistress Brandy and Master David will be there as witnesses. Just the six of us on a secluded beach, is that ok with you my love?" "Oh Matthew, trust you to make plans in advance, you wonderful man, I love you so much!" As we kissed deeply I laughed inwardly at her use of my name, the first time she had ever called me Matthew. After clearing away the dishes I led Melissa to the bedroom where we undressed each other and made long slow love. Melissa cried with happiness again when I asked her if she would like to go off the pill and start a family. Finally we fell asleep in each other's arms, both of us happily looking forward to the holiday week ahead. ****************************************** Late in the morning of the next day radio and television shows were interrupted for an urgent news flash. "A private Learjet is believed to have crashed into the ocean between the mainland and Minke Island. Operators report the sudden disappearance of the aircraft from their radar screens at 7.57a.m. Storms and heavy seas are hindering aircraft and shipping now searching the area but the officer in charge does not hold hopes of finding any survivors. Further details will be advised in our twelve o'clock news." THE END