Master saw where her eyes were riveted, and asked her in a soft voice if she liked his cock ring and ball spreader.  She had never seen one before but she loved the way it framed his prick and the way the straps separated each of his balls and fastened to the base of his prick.  ''yes Sir i do'' was all she could manage to say.  He came closer to the bed, reached out with his left hand and stroked her cheek.  His fingers stopped at her red lips, which she instinctively parted.  He continued down her body softly embracing the nape of her neck.  She felt chills run through her body.  She wanted to reach out and stroke her Masters prick but with them locked securely behind her back and all of her weight holding them in place all she could do was plead for Him to let her service him with those red lips. 

His silence let her know that He was in control, and she would do what He said, when He said.  His hand came down to her right breast.  He lightly rubbed around on her tit causing her sore nipple to come to life and harden.  He grabbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it and then pinched tightly and pulled straight up toward the ceiling.  She gasped loudly and started pleading for her poor nipple.  Master's tone changed as he told her that it was His nipple.  Yes Sir, it IS yours, she said as she lowered her eyes.  He released his grip and waves of pleasure pain coursed through her tit. 

Master climbed on the bed and straddled her legs.  Because of the posture collar, all she could see was her Masters head and upper torso.  Their eyes locked, she knew that He possessed the keys not only to the locks that held her so tightly captive, but also to her soul.  Masters right-gloved hand came into view.  She could not make out the object he gripped so tightly.  With a flick of his thumb a 4-inch glistening steel knife blade came into view.  Her heart started beating like a racehorse.  Her breathing became more rapid and she felt her nipples instantly harden.  She lay motionless, not daring to utter a single word.  The blade disappeared from view.  Suddenly she felt an icy cold sensation on her right nipple.  Then she felt the edge as it raked along the side of her tit.  Had Master cut her?  She waited to feel her warm blood trickling down her tit.  The sensation never came. 

Master slid down her legs and out of view.  She then felt Master grab her right ankle and attach something to the ankle cuff.  He then grabbed her left ankle and pulled it far to the side.  She felt something attached to that cuff as well.  When she tried to close her legs she found it was impossible.  Master had attached a spreader bar that held her feet almost 4-feet apart.  She felt even more vulnerable, tied, corseted, and now wide open with no possible way to protect her poor pussy.  Even worse she felt the fire in her pussy re-igniting.  Again she felt the coldness of the blade.  This time it was against her left pussy lip.  She squirmed as much as she could as she felt the tip raked against the side of her pussy.  Then she heard a metallic tapping sound as He started to play with the ring in her right pussy lip with the blade.  Then he started pulling the ring with the tip of the blade.  That was all it took.  She could not believe herself as an orgasm started sweeping through her pussy.  The dildo still deep in her sprang to life again, throbbing, squirming and causing the butt plug to remind her of how much of a slut she was for loving this wonderful torture.  She was screaming for her Master to fuck her.  "Fuck me hard.  Fuck my pussy.  Fuck my ass.  Just FUCK ME, PLEASE!!" 

The blade again was against her skin.  This time it was at her pubic mound.  The side of the blade was sliding along her skin.  Master's motion was quick and the blade was sharp.  In one instant in time the blade released the lycra thong panties that sealed the entrance to her sex.  Her orgasm was even more intense now, the unexpected sensations, her fear, and Masters actions had taken her to a new plateau.  This universe existed deep within her pussy and the feelings that her whole body had came from her sex.  Just as she was thinking that nothing could possibly be more intense she felt Masters gloved hands spreading her pussy lips, and his thumb rub the hood, which covered her clit.  Then the world literally exploded as first his beard then his tongue started probing her clit, then her slit, then back to her clit.  She started screaming, bucking her hips, wiggling her ass, and straining against every bond that held her so inescapably.  She wanted to wrap her legs around Masters head, she wanted his tongue deeper into her sex, she wanted, she wanted...............

When she woke up her position had been changed.  The posture collar was gone, the spreader bar was gone, the dildo was gone and so was the butt plug.  Her hands were now being pulled straight down by her sides and each wrist cuff was attached to the corresponding ankle cuff.  She found that she could now roll around on the bed a little and she turned to look for Master.  He was gone.  She looked over at the clock at the bedside, 11:20.  She had been tied, tortured, and vulnerable for over 4-hours.  Her body ached from her bondage, and her head was still foggy.  Had Master gone, had he just left her here, locked the way she was?  Was He going to return?  She accepted her plight and tried to get some rest.  The warm glow in her pussy caused a smile to come to her face.  She had never experienced such intense orgasms in her entire life.  In fact she did not even realize that they were possible.  Not only did she get what she wanted, she got what she NEEDED. 

12.08.02