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  I was starting to feel full, almost distended. Time past and Master was lightly patting my ass. I felt a towel pressing against my keester and Master slid the tube out only to reinsert the plug. Slapping my ass one more time he undid my foot and moved me to be spread eagle again.

  Stan and kitten were still feasting on my breasts. I had forgotten who was working which breast I was so intent on the movement of their lips on my nipples. They had a rhythm going. It was as if the same mouth was on both nipples, lick for lick they were in unison. I tried to remember which side was Kitten and which was Stan; I could not.

  The sucking stopped and all was quiet.

  CHAPTER 12

  The songs of the birds were back – not that I could hear them well – I was too uncomfortable. The pressure of the water inside me was causing me to cramp a bit. I tried to shift my weight so the pressure would move, but I was full, no help there. I felt the moisture running over my temples before I knew I was crying.

  Time passed and the discomfort came and went. Then the vibrator went on and off in a quick spurt. I arched up in a scream as Kitten's lips locked on mine. She was kissing me deeply and kneading my breast. I relaxed a bit as she continued her ministration. Moving away from my mouth, Kitten trailed a row of light kisses down my throat, over my shoulder and connected herself to my breast. At first her lips and tongue teased and tantalized, slowly getting harder, sucking my nipple in. I could hear her slurp every now and then which only added to my excitement.

  Her hand worked down to my mound with butterfly caresses. I started to have flashbacks to my time at the academy. Had it really been over a year since I had come to Master? I had cried hard when Mistress bid me "serve him well" the last day there.

  Kittens mouth was still working hard on my nipple as she released the plug. The water poured out and into a pail below me. She was stroking my stomach and kneading it now and then. The relief I felt was euphoric.

  She released my nipple with a resounding smack of her lips.

  "Baby, I am going to rinse you off and leave you here. Master and I are going down to play with Stan in the dungeon for a bit. Master said to tell you that he would have liked to have had you with us, however, this is your punishment for not obeying." I wanted to beg to come with her, but I knew she had no say in the matter, she was just the messenger.

  Warm water flowed over my chest and down my stomach to my heat. She sponged me off and patted me dry. She tweaked my nipples as she kissed me goodbye, whispering, "Master said he would take the chastity belt off when we got downstairs, Baby," and she was gone.

  My body had gone limp, and I was torn between wanting to cry for missing out on whatever Master had planned to entertain Stan, and wanting to muse back over that sudden flash of the academy. Had my journey started just two short years ago? It seemed that that was another lifetime ago.

  A friend had been teaching me about BDSM and leading me through the various stages of my development as a submissive. This was all part-time, with no real development on my part. Sometimes I felt very submissive, other times so Dommish I even scared myself.

  My job was high pressure and I had to be in control all the time. It would take me hours to come into the right frame of mine to be submissive to him and he was a very strong Dom. He said I was a true submissive, that I needed that to be complete. Deep down I knew He was right, but there always seemed to be something else I needed to do, something that needed my direction; until…

  It had been my birthday and I was at loose ends. My latest contract was fulfilled and I had decided to take some time off. I was meeting Zack for dinner with friends. He said he had the perfect evening planned for me.

  Before I left my office I had put on my red dress, black thigh high hose and silver spiked heals, let my hair down and so that it hung just to mid rear. I stopped to say good-bye to the doorman and the security guard. They had their backs to me and when they turned around you could hear their chins hit the floor. One tried to make a funny about my outfit, which was totally different from the suits they were used to seeing me wear, saying "but do you give BJs?"

  I leaned over and whispered just loud enough for them both to hear, "Yes, and I swallow too." I pivoted and did the walk out, the one with hips leading.

  I felt sexy and beautiful, and I think I was radiating that feeling as I left the building. The porters were all standing around. I had called down earlier to have them bring my car around, so it was parked out front, but it was blocked in by other cars. Since it was still early they were out there with their backs to the door. I cleared my throat and asked, "Excuse me, could you move the cars?" All turned. For boys who usually moved about as slow as snails when it's time they were moving so fast, I was afraid there was going to be an accident. It was hard to conceal my laughter.

  I was smiling really big when I got into my car to go meet Zack, Mistress and Don. The rule with Zack was; before I was to get into his car or he gets into mine, I was to show my pussy. So when he came up to my car I lifted my dress. His face showed that he was a little peeved because he likes a hairy pussy and I had shaved.

  He got in and we followed Mistress and Don, her slave, to Phillips. As we dodged traffic, he moved my hem up to above my waist and caressed my heat. He told me I should just let go for this evening and I agreed completely.

  I dropped Zack off in front of the restaurant as Don did Mistress and followed him to the garage. There was a guy taking money to put in the machine because it’s hard to reach. I handed him my five and pulled into a parking space. As I got out I noticed my dress was still up. Don had gotten out of his car and was waiting to walk me to the restaurant.

  When I was younger, Phillips was a very fancy place, but this night I was overdressed. Don wore shorts, a collar, sandals and his fingernails were painted silver. Mistress had on a white short set, and Zack was sitting at the table outside, in the heat, wearing a polo shirt and jeans, waiting for a table.

  Zack told me before that a subbie should make sure her Master is completely taken care of, and with this in mind I went inside and asked if there was anything they can do to move us along in the line. The hostess says we could go upstairs to the menued dining room, downstairs was the buffet.

  I went back and told Zack, so the four of us got into the elevator, and as the door closes Zack turned to me and said, "Show Barbara what you did," and pointed to my hem. I pulled up my dress and showed my disgrace.

  "Tsk tsk for shame baby," said Mistress as Zack rubbed his hand over my mound. The elevator stopped and Zack pulled my hem down just as the door opened.

  As we stepped from the elevator into the open room, there weren't many people up here. Windows along one side overlooked the boats and water but only two tops were available because the one four top there had a leaky ceiling above it, so we couldn't sit there. Mistress and Zack mentioned they wanted to sit by the window. I excuse my-self and went to find the manager to ask if we could have a table moved by the window. He started to say it wasn't possible, but I give him a hurt smile and told him I'd move it so he wouldn't have to. He quickly saw to it that a table was moved for us.

  The waiter arrived and I ordered an ice tea for Zack and a coke with a shot of Amaretto on the side for myself. When they arrive I made sure the tea was unsweetened and I added one sweet and low.

  I was trying to take care of everything but this was my first night in total submission in public. We ordered dinner and chitchatted about this and that, and what my expectations are for the evening. I told them I don’t have any, that I just want to experience.

  One of the phrases Zack loved was "What am I," and Mistress asked me. "I am a cock sucking, cum drinking, pussy eating submissive slut." She laughed especially hard because I said, "cum drinking" a bit too loud. I blushed bright red, and look around to see if anyone other then the four of us had heard me, but no one was close enough.

  The food arrived and we began to eat. I wasn't really hungry but I had to eat something, since I hadn't eaten all day due t
o nerves. During dinner we talk made small talk. About 8:30 we left and stopped by a Seven-Eleven to get cigarettes for Mistress. She and I went in and there was a cop drooling at the counter as I saunter by him. We left there and went to the club. The club was back in the warehouse area, and at this time of night the only cars parked around were for the club.

  We parked the cars and I got out, went around to the door and helped Zack out. Inside the door was a counter to sign in, which Mistress took care of. She gives me a quick tour and we stop in the smoking room for a cigarette. When she finished we went back to Zack and he told me to sit next to him.

  I have known Zack for twenty years, two as a Dom, and I know he wouldn't let anything happen to me. He had his collar out, slipped it around my neck and buckled it then told me to strip.

  I stood up and took off the dress in a room full of people, with no hesitation. He had me stand there while he put on the wrist cuffs, then had me raise my feet to his thigh, one at a time, to put on ankle cuffs. He attached a length of chain to the collar. He led me over to a rack that stuck out from the wall and had me raise my hands. He clipped cuffs to chain the hanging down.

  He handed me the flogger and whip to hold up. He put a spacer bar Mistress had been holding, between my legs and attached it to the cuffs.

  I was still wearing my thigh high hose and my heels, and I was a bit nervous, but I focused on him. He started with the rabbit fur, rubbing it up my legs and arms, over my stomach. It was very relaxing. Next, he had a paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle and he swatted me. It stung. He worked my keester and I moaned but didn't scream, and not one tear shed. He went to town on rear and thighs. Then he puts his index finger inside me, and started moving it up and down. He called me Baby, and told me to cum for him.

  Mistress started tracing her nail along my side up to my nipple, then rolled it between her fingers. I almost came, I was so close.

  I was very wet and Zack was pumping away. I looked into his eyes and I tried to, but it just wouldn't come, or I couldn't. He got out the flogger and used that on me; I liked that it's deerskin and hurts so good. He did that for a few more minutes and then took me down.

  CHAPTER 13

  Spiraling back to reality, someone was straddling me. Pinching hard on my nipples I opened my mouth to scream and a ball gag was jammed in it. They moved off me. First my right leg was unclamped from the clip and thrust up over my head to attach to my right wrist, then my left.

  A suede flogger hit my right thigh then my left, back and forth. At first it was gentle, almost caressing as the strains wrapped around my thighs. Slowly, the rhythm increased with the intensity of the whip-ping.

  Master and I had never used my safe words. He knows my body so well he knew when I was about ready to scream them. I would be thinking one more, I can only take one more, and he would strike me again and I would make it, then I'd think okay one more and I'll ask for mercy, but he would have stopped.

  My thighs were on fire. I was thrashing about, screaming into the gag as hard as I could. This was totally different from what I had ever felt before. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I begged for mercy. It continued on, hard firm strokes moving lower toward my ass. I was on fire, bucking and pulling on my restraints. I had to get away. Then the strokes disappeared and all I felt was a warm glow deep inside, the flogger was still doing a number on my ass and the intensity didn't change but it all meshed into a hazy web of molten lava exploding through my body.

  I floated from my core. Lightening strikes of electrical impulses were shot through my body. I was coming like crazy, orgasm after orgasm, only a few times had I ever been to this level.

  Master was inside me. I know that entry – I live for it. He filled me completely rubbing just the right spots coming and going. I lost it, falling into a river of heat. The hair on his thighs was like sandpaper on my burning rear. It hurt so good. Holding on to my ankles he pumped, over and over again. I was deep in the throes of a massive orgasm when he came, shooting me even higher into ecstasy.

  The world stilled and Master's warm sweet breath tickled my throat. He kissed under my chin and removed the gag to kiss me deeply. "Baby, you’ve got to try harder," was all he said before rising up off me.

  I was being released from my bonds, and helped to sit up. The cuffs and collar stayed on but the blindfold was removed. I blinked a couple of times to adjust from the total darkness of the mask to the semi illumination of the path lights. The overhead fog lights had been dimmed. Kitten attached a leash to the collar and stood me up. My legs were like jello. I tingled from head to toe. Even the ends of my hair tingled.

  Without saying a word she lead me back around the pool, this time I was not as close as I was on the trip out. We went through the sliding glass door and down the hall into Master's room.

  She brought me to the cage in the corner and yanked hard on the leash for me to kneel and crawl in. The blanket was spread over the cold metal bottom of the cage.

  I made my way in and Kitten leaned in after me, reaching for my hands she clasped them to the cage above my head. My feet she spread with knees up. My backbone was flat against the hard surface of the metal with only the wool blanket between. It was rough on my cheek where I rested, while tiny pinpricks stabbed in a thousand places on my tender backside.

  The cage door clicked shut and Kitten patted the top of the cage twice. Standing there looking at me, her eyes were smiling even though it didn't show in the rest of her facial expression.

  I shifted under her gaze and hissed, as I scraped more of what I knew was my "ruby red ass". No matter which way I moved one part of my burning flesh touched the blanket.

  Kitten's smile had now reached her lips. "Night, Baby" she said as she crawled up on Master's bed and curled at the bottom. She lowered the lights to a soft mellow tone, and faced me. Her eyes watched my every move but not another word passed her lips. I did my best to hold perfectly still, and closed my eyes tight. I thought of the whipping I had just received and Master's words to me, that I had to try harder. I promised him I would.

  Master came in shortly after Kitten dozed off. He removed his robe and I caught a glimpse of Master in his glory before he slipped between the sheets.

  "Good night, Baby. Sweet dreams."

  And there was silence: Cold cruel silence.

  I had to shift again and almost moaned out loud as the embers of pain steadily grew in my nether region. Tears streamed down my face. Why was I so hard headed?

  Walking back in time I thought again on that night with Zack. He called me the next day and what I would be doing for the next three months. He asked if I'd like to go to a spa of sorts as his gift to me for my birthday. A friend of his had a type of Academy for submissives and slaves. I would be away and unavailable for three months, unless for extreme emergencies. It was totally emerged, like they do for language in the CIA or something. "Berlitz School for Subbies", was what I thought at the time.

  This same friend happened to have one opening left in the fall semester, and Zack wondered if I was interested.

  Five million things went through my head at that moment, and I said, "Zack, you believe I'm up to it, or you wouldn't have brought it up."

  "Very good, Baby you're learning. I'll make all the arrangements at this end. You have one week to close up shop, so to speak. I know the office is closed for a month. Make all the necessary calls and have the rest run through your service. Thursday, I'll call with a number where you can be reached in an emergency. You won't need anything but your driver’s license.

  "You are to wear a jogging out fit, one size too small. It's to be a second skin; comfortable shoes and your hair is to be French braided. No make up. Oh, and by the way, no cigarettes."

  "What!" I screamed to my empty room, attempting to cover the receiver before he heard me.

  "Baby, I know you’ve been smoking occasionally, and this is my way of making sure you quit for good. I thought you had more back-bone."

  I had to move again.
I knew I was whimpering, but I couldn't help it. I was on fire, not in total pain, but not pleasure either. I needed relief of some kind. My pussy began to pulse as I was recalling the adrenaline rush I felt when Zack told me about the Academy.

  It was the sort of heady feeling you get when you're about to jump headfirst into an icy cold river during the polar bear swim. I had gone numb. It was time to put my money where my mouth was.

  I called my service and told them it'd be three months instead of one that I would be away and Zack would be calling with a number for emergencies only.

  On an overcast Friday in September, Zack picked me up in the wee hours of the morning and we drove northwest for about four hours. We stopped at a diner a little after noon. He kept a running conversation going on everything but what I was about to do.

  We were seated in a booth when he said, "This is it, Baby. If you have doubts about what you're going to do, you need to tell me now. Once inside the Academy's gates, there's no coming out for three months. You want to do this, right? Do you have any questions, Baby?"

  I was going to be a subbie for three months, have Ones tell me what to do and when to do it. I could do that for three months. In my mind it sounded almost like boot camp. Oh, how little did I know about what I was getting into, how much I had to learn.

  "Zack, what will I be doing?"

  He gave me a gentle smile. "You remember what you read in Anna Rice’s books?"

  "Yes"

  "Similar to that but not."

  Great. That told me a whole lot and nothing at the same time.

  "Baby, do you trust me?"

  "Of course, Zack."

  "You know I would never put you in harm's way?"

  "Of course, Zack"

  "Good girl. You'll be taught to please in every way. You'll learn to be pleased in every way. Just go with the flow, Baby, and experience. At no time will you be in any danger of being permanently damaged. Mistress Bergenia is the Head Mistress and a very dear friend of mine. Her Academy is one of the very best for producing ponies, subbies and slaves of all shapes and sizes."