Thursday Brunch

i stretched luxuriously, half awake, smiling at the smell of freshly brewing coffee coming from the kitchen. As i moved to roll toward the edge of the bed, my hands seemed a bit heavy and awkward, and i was stopped short by a tug on my neck. Now coming fully awake, i laid back and took closer assessment of my situation, finding my wrist and ankle cuffs to have been magically placed upon me while i slept and my collar, which i wore full time, was fastened to the headboard. i experienced an instant wetness and smiled... Master was here!

Recognizing my alertness, He now moved into my view from where He had been watching me awaken, and smiled back at me. "Hello, little one" He greeted. "I have been hungry for you." He dipped a finger to my wetness and smiled again. "You, i see, have hungered as well!" He traced my lips with my essence, then kissed it off of me, His whiskers tickling my chin, His tongue lingering on my lips as His eyes looked into mine. "Today, My darling, I will make you suffer in punishment for your failure last week, and when I am through the punishment will be over, the wrong will have been righted, and, if you suffer well I will reward your pain with the balm of sweet climax." The tone of His voice and the promise in His eyes brought a fresh surge of wetness. As He released my lead from the headboard, He sucked a nipple gently into His mouth and i sighed briefly, my breath quickly becoming a gasp as His teeth found the tip and pulled me painfully upward off of the bed.

Taking me to the kitchen, He poured me a cup of coffee and insisted that i finish before we began. He offered to make me toast, but knowing that i couldn't stomach food with my nervous anticipation, i declined. While we sat there He chatted me to distraction about the mundane things in life--all i could think about was His nearness and what He had planned, and He wanted to tell me about how His lettuce was about to bolt!

Finally, when the last drop of my coffee was done, i set the cup back on the table and knelt before him, my head and eyes down. i could feel His gaze upon me and His finger started at a point between my breasts, tracing a line up to the tip of my chin, lifting my face to look up into his. "Are you ready?" His eyes seemed to grow a shade darker and His facial lines a bit harder. His quiet self assurance was both comforting and frightening as i nodded in reply, resulting a short upward jerk on my chin. "I asked, slave, if you were ready." Understanding my mistake and completing the transition from our casual familiarity of just a moment before, i replied "Yes, Master."

Nodding, He replaced my lead and my wrists were locked before me. i was led to the front entrance where, without hesitation, He walked through. My own hesitation was rewarded with a hard tug on my collar, threatening to unbalance me. i followed, hoping beyond hope that nobody chose to drive by as i was led, naked and shackled, to the barn. Once inside, i was led to the center of the arena where two poles were fixed into position approximately 4 feet apart. i noticed that there was now a rope hanging from the rafters there, and my wrists were fixed loosely overhead to that. My ankles were bound to the poles so far apart that my balance was again challenged, then the rope to my wrists tightened, providing a delicate counterbalance to my position. There was a low-lying table laid out in front of me containing some familiar implements, a very large butt plug that He had rarely used on me, nipple clamps, a horsehair flogger, and a blindfold.

Taking up the flogger, He played it lightly over my skin, touching and tickling the insides of my thighs, up my stomach to my breasts, teasing my nipples to hardness with a tickle here and a light swat there. Testing my restraints, i tried to move into the motion of the flogger, but the constant threat of balance held me fast. Taking up the clamps, He moved in closer, stroking my nipples with His fingers, rolling and pinching them harder and harder, pulling them out and then clamping them tightly while stretched, causing tears to form in my eyes and a soft moan to escape my throat as He released them, the flesh trying to move back into a normal shape, but hindered by the clamps. He smiled into my eyes briefly and rewarded my pain with a brief kiss before placing the blindfold and moving around behind me.

i could hear Him in a nearby stall, where it seems He had prepared His own *private* assortment of supplies. He was not gone long, and i could feel Him moving in close behind me, where He ran His fingers down the lines of my back and thighs, pausing to caress my buttocks, telling me that i was beautiful. Pushing the table closer in front of me, He released my wrists and leaned me forward with my elbows on the table, which was just lower than thigh level, securing me there solely by the chain between my nipples to a hook on the side of the table, telling me to stay put. Now, with my ankles still bound widely apart, my weight resting on my forearms, and my nipples holding me fast to the table, i was again held motionless in His captivity, my ass now the highest point of my body. He tilted my pelvis back toward him, laying my pussy freely available and stretching the tightness of my sphincter, which is where He turned His attention next.

Feeling a lubricating coolness drop onto my exposed ass, i felt Him begin to massage the tightness, then moved first one and two, then three fingers into me, ever stretching the ring, bringing moans of pleasure from me, my clit hardening and wishing for His touch, and leaning back toward Him i was brought up short by the sharp pain in my nipples, bringing a cry of frustration and longing from me. my cry was answered with a short chuckle from Him. "Remember, slave," came His words, "this is punishment, and is not to be confused with pleasure."

I heard the tinkle of ice in a glass, and i was given a sip of water from a straw. He dipped His fingers into the glass, and i could hear the ice swirling as He moved His icy wet fingers to a point just above my ass, the water droplets dripping into my exposed sex and dribbling over my skin. Dipping His fingers again, He returned His attention to my hole, now aching for His warmth, receiving instead an icy finger being pressed into it, my muscles grasping at His touch and contracting at the coolness. As His fingers again left my body, the disappointment was quickly replaced by surprise as they returned this time with an ice cube being pressed into me, and then a second, followed quickly by the large plug! A third ice cube was pressed deep within my pussy, and i could feel it bumping through the walls of my vagina into the rectal cubes, creating a frozen point of desire burning deep within me...

These new sensations within me lost me to His whereabouts for a few moments, and the first stinging switch of horsehair to my exposed pussy brought a yelp of surprise, followed closely by a cry of pain as i jumped, forgetting to mind my nipples. Tears came to my eyes as the flogging commenced, on my ass, my pussy, my inner thighs. Somewhere in the middle He switched to a flogger of more substance, the blows landing heavier, the burn moving deeper into my flesh. We had only sessioned a few times, and He was *definitely* feeling more comfortable with pushing my level of tolerance! But, this was nothing like the floggings i had enjoyed previously! His voice reached me as i struggled to control my breathing, "because you have never been punished and because you have earned ten stripes, i have allowed you this warm up. Do not disappoint me again, for the next time you will not be allowed this luxury."

He paused for a moment as my skin became angry, and released my nipples from their clamps, bringing an unbidden cry of pain as He massaged them roughly back to life, then leaned me back onto my elbows on the table and stroked the heated skin of my ass lightly with His fingertips as He quietly asked if i were ready to accept my dues. Wondering just what His definition of "punishment" was if this had not been it so far, i swallowed the lump of sudden fear and agreed... "Yes, Master." The sudden, sharp stripe of pain across my ass with His cane brought forth a cry and a new batch of tears. "Count!" He growled.... Hardly able to think, i complied mechanically... "One, thank You Master." The second swipe brought forth a flash of white anger at Him... how dare He?! i ground out from between my teeth, "Two. Thank You Master." The third brought resolve... i would endure this without further sound, thereby denying Him the pleasure i assumed that He was getting from my punishment, and i gritted my teeth harder against His pain. "Three, thank You Master!" The fourth forced an involuntary grunt from me, and the fifth allowed a quiet whimper to escape, marking my inability to keep His pain from Him. At the sixth i again cried out, and the seventh caused a sob of frustration as i frantically tried to figure out how to wrap my mindset around this pain, this punishment. The eighth brought a fresh surge of wetness to my blindfold, unchecked this time as i began to understand that i had caused this pain with my disobedience, and that it had nothing to do with pleasure for Him at all, that i had genuinely disappointed Him with my actions. The ninth cut into my soul, releasing genuine sorrow for my failure, and i managed, between quiet sobs, "Nine, thank You, Master."

The tenth blow was earth shattering, and as it landed i became whole. The tears were shocked from my eyes as i recognized the change. "Ten." and, tentatively, i called to Him... "Master?" The word was new to me, foreign, as if i had never spoken it before. Suddenly it was not a title, not a "name." It was very simply who He was. And the words of gratitude were genuine this time as i spoke them... "Oh, Master... Thank You!" He had cleansed me of the barrier i had wrought between us with my disobedience, and i became a living, breathing extension of His soul...

His word was a gentle breeze of praise against my ear, "Yes!" and He removed my blindfold before standing me up, again securing my wrists to the overhead rope. Moving gently this time, again with the horsehair flogger, He began to warm the skin on my breasts and mound, the fronts of my thighs, occasionally swinging upward into my sex, moving me away from the pain of my backside and bringing me into the warm pleasure of His strokes to my front, showing me that any pain i feel, and any pleasure i am given, comes by way of His hand, as it all belongs, ultimately, to Him. Eyes closed, i floated into the lightly stinging caresses of the horsehair, then moving into the melting cubes deep within me, feeling the icy dribbles from my pussy tracing a pattern down the insides of my thighs and dripping toward the floor, my breath becoming ragged as i became aroused by the heat, by my enlightened knowledge of myself. My heat overtook His flogging and i called to him, begging "Please Master! Please?!" Setting aside the flogger, He came in close to me, stroking my clit, holding me close to the brink for three long breaths before giving the command. "Cum!" He urged. As the shudders overtook my body, He released the plug and the cooled wetness from the ice cubes joined the hot flush of punishment on the backs of my thighs, bringing an unexpected, extra release, and my entire body was wracked with vibrations from deep within me.

Spent, i half hung from my wrists as my ankles were released, then leaned into Him as my wrists were undone. He held me for a long while, stroking my hair, then kissed me deeply before wrapping me in a terry robe He had brought out earlier, telling me how very proud He was of me on this day. Then, taking my hand, He led me back to the house, to the bed, to reap His rewards...