(sorry for the delay, I've been in Japan for the last month where I could write but not post)

She still held that session very fondly in her memory and knowing that her Master did too meant a lot to her.

“Right before that is when I explained our safe words.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But no matter what I do, or make you do, you have never used them, ” he said, turning to face her.

“No, Sir. The moment i signed our contract I decided I never would... and never will.”

“I always suspected that was the case.

“But it was always there... always an out if things got too heavy.”

“I guess so.”

“I’ve been thinking of this for some time... but as many times as I punish you... as hard as I punish you... it never seems to be enough...”

“I-I’m...sor....”

His hand shot out like lightning, slapping her cheek very hard, “Don’t interrupt me!”

She did not answer but tears sprung from her eyes.

“Starting right now I am removing your safe words.”

She knew she had really disappointed him this time and though she was scared, she said nothing.

“I expect to show all of our friends and acquaintances a perfect slave.

“And, ” he continued, “what happens when she isn’t.”

She had never really considered this idea. Though she had never used them, they were an out. A way to stop whatever was going on, and that made it easier to endure.

She knew that she could refuse but that could very well mean the end of their relationship.

He looked like he was waiting for her to say something so she ventured, “Master...?”

“Yes, you may speak.”

“Master, in my mind and in my heart, I belong to you. I am your property... as much as this car or anything else you own. My body... my mind... my... uh... life... are yours to do whatever you wish with.

“I have no objections to you removing the words but even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.”

He said nothing but she could tell he was pleased with her answer.

“From this point on, they do not exist.”

He said nothing but reached over and put the fingers of his right hand on the front of her throat.

“Eyes on mine.”

And then he squeezed, almost instantly cutting off her air. She hadn’t had time to take in a deep breath so it wasn’t very long before her lungs were beginning to burn in their demand for oxygen. In his eyes was only a question of what her reaction might be and she did her best to answer with hers that it would be nothing.

Her body protested but she forced herself to not react.

She had just told him her life was his to do with as he pleased, and she thought, if this is it, if he was going to end it, she would go out knowing that one last time she had served him to the best of her ability. Her mind grew cloudy, flashing on memories of her life, almost every one a highlight of her time with her Master...

And then blackness.

She woke to the feel of his hand slapping her cheek. Usually an act with intense sexual connections but this time just a way to bring her back.

Her first thought was one of utter, incredible joy. Not at being alive, though that was noted, but because she had been able to show her Master that she was true to her word.

He leaned over and kissed her deeply, his approval and his love showing in its passion.

“I’m tempted to tie you to that tree again and whip the skin off of you. But we have guests coming and I need to get you ready, ”

She’d have gone along with his wish if he’d wanted but understood.

After pulling into the garage he told her she could walk in and go and do up her make-up and come outback. Her new collar would be all she needed to wear.

While she was doing this he moved the steel cage he used to pen her up when he was upset with her to the patio beside the pool on a few cement blocks he’d put there for that purpose. It would put her mouth and other holes at just the right height to be fucked.

From various other places- their bedoom, their basement, and his cabinet of torture devices, he brought out cuffs, whips, floggers, a TENS unit, and a variety of canes and riding crops.

It didn’t take her long to get ready and had never needed much make-up to turn heads when she entered a room. She did think, as she was applying her mascara and eyeliner, that it would soon be running down her cheeks anyway.

Joining him she was guided over the a pull-up bar supported by two heavy wooden posts. At least it would look like a pull-up bar to anyone who did not know what it was usually used for. And on closer inspection might have noticed the numerous holes through the wood and several strategically placed steel rings. He took each wrist and girded it with wide leather cuffs that were well padded on the inside, a sign she took to mean she’d be strung up there for a long time, When it was just far a quick whipping he seemed to prefer heavy brass ones covered in black enamel. They cut into her wrists and left beautiful marks for several days afterwards.

He gave her a small stool to stand on as he raised her wrists to attach them to steel cable loops at the corners.

She knew the drill and even before he told her to she had stepped off the stool, immediately knowing this was going to be a long weekend. Her toes could touch the ground but she knew that was not going to be for long,

“Don’t go away, ” he said, making the same lame joke he’d made countless times before.

But she smiled and answered, “Yes, Master. I’ll just wait here.”

Her shoulders and arms ached by the time he returned but that was nothing new. She had spent many hours there and was kind of acclimated to the pain. She knew it would get worse, much worse.

He wore a black silk shirt and tight black slacks that did nothing to hide the bulge of that organ she adored so much.

He walked out of sight behind her and she knew that he was headed to the table of sadistic tools he’d set out before. She wondered which device he was going to choose... The whirr of his single-tail whip was her only warning before it slashed across her back just above her hips and stole her breath. She gasped noticeably which only served to harden his trapped cock.

He striped her again and again, spreading them out in a lovely pattern on all sides of her body.

She was unaware of his stopping or the sound of the whip being tossed back on the table and opened her eyes to him staring hungrily at her.

“I just wanted to make your body pretty... well, prettier, for our guests. They’ll be here soon so...” And he pressed the button that raised both of the chains attached to her cuffs until her feet were well clear of the ground.

The pain of her shoulders, arms, and wrists competed with the freshly applied stripes briefly before melding together with them to send her deep into the red fog of her masochism.

“I’m going to reserve the single-tail for myself but leave the rest for our guests to use on you when they get here. Five lashes each, just to get the weekend off to a good start.”

It wasn’t really much of a surprise to her. She knew this weekend was about punishing her as well as demonstrating how well she had been trained. She resolved to accept it all and make her Master proud.

Though in excruciating pain, or perhaps because of it, she felt a warmth in her belly and distinct wetness in her cunt. ‘What a disgusting painslut...’ she thought to herself with a smile.

The sound of voices stirred her from her reverie but with her back to the patio it was impossible to catch much of what was being said though thought she did hear the words ‘five’ and ‘cane.’

The voice of her boss Joanna and the touch of a finger on the still-sore end of one of her Master’s fresh stripes would have made her jump if she’d been capable of anything beyond the slightest movement.

“Very pretty stripes, slut.”

“Thank you, Ma’am, ” she answered softly, “I like them too.”

“I’m only allowed to add five more... for now.”

Moving to her front she told Sherie to open her eyes and look at the tool she held up. She obeyed and her eyes went wide.

The slave could not have picked a more dreadful one to see in the hands of this Sadist.

It was a cane made from a carbon fibre fishing rod by her Master. It was very thin and light and if used too hard could easily break the skin.

The evil grin on the woman’s face suggested that that was something she knew.

“Count.” she heard from behind her just as the wicked device cut across the curve of her ass.

The vicious blow took her breath away and it took her a few long moments to gasp out, “one...”

As soon as the sound left her lips the searing pain of the second blow landed almost right on top of the first, its red weal quickly swlling and blending in with the first.

“two...” she forced out, precipitating the third.

It crossed the first two at a slight angle bring blood to the surface where they crossed.

“...th-three...”

The fourth matched its previous one and this time broke the skin. A tiny rivulet of blood marking its impact and running down the curve of her ass. A small tear appeared in her eye.

“...f-f-four...”

The last crossed all the others and now several streaks of crimson ran down her legs.

“... fi-five... th- thank... y-you”

The thanks were not really required but she figured her Master was watching and wanted to be proud.

Joanna moved again to her front and looked up at her. The slave’s eyes were closed as she tried to absorb the pain of the caning and she used her fingers to pinch and twist one of her nipples to get her attention. “You’re lucky I was only allowed five.”

Sherie knew she was.

She didn’t know who the person who came next and used the heavy leather cat o’nine tails to give her five across her shoulder blades and upper back. Or the one with the riding crop that favored the back of her thighs. Or the rest that followed until nearly every inch of her skin was red and sore.

She was hanging limp when she was jiggled by the hand of Beth on her ankle. She opened her eyes to see the woman kneeling before her, naked except for a collar. There was a leash attached to it, the handle of which was held by her Master.

So her co-worker had followed through and come to offer herself to Sherie’s Master. She understood the attraction but was still a little surprised to see her.

With the leash he pulled her face up to the bound girl’s crotch and ordered, “Eat her.”

Beth enthusiastically obeyed, pushing apart her thighs and plunging her tongue into the slave’s vulva.

“She’s not allowed to cum. Take her to the edge but no more.”

Her eyes focused on her Master’s where she saw nothing but lust. Her clenching muscles warned the woman hungrily lapping at her cunt to back off, eliciting a groan.

Tugging on Beth’s leash he pulled her away and towards the stiff cock he was now fishing from his tight slacks.

The mouth that had a moment before been driving her towards an orgasm she would never receive was in a flash wrapped around her Master’s cock.

She knew that her Master was doing this right in front of her as part of her punishment but the fact was that she had been so conditioned as a slave to consider her Master’s pleasure the most important thing that it excited her to watch Beth pleasure him.

Another whipping had begun, this time with one that was long enough to wrap around and reach her swollen nipples. Whoever it was definitely knew what they were doing and all five blows caught either or just the tips of her erect tits.

The gathering moved inside, leaving the hanging slave and the many red marks criss-crossing her skin, alone as the sun went down. It was still quite warm but somehow the solitude made it seem colder.

The image of another submissive pleasuring her Master haunted her imagination but not in a good way. She cursed herself for the thoughts, which to her were wrong for a slave to have. And finally thinking that the punishment she was receiving and going to further receive, were well deserved.

She was barely aware when she was lowered to the ground and had her wrist cuffs detached from the cables. Instinctively, she dropped to her knees and when a leash was attached to the front of her steel collar and tugged, followed on her knees, not even aware of the identity of the person leading her.

She wore high heels and had nice legs and didn’t make any allowance for the slave scrambling alongside her. Sherie kept her face down as she was led into the living room though she could see out of the corners of her eyes that the furniture had all been pushed to the edges.

In the middle of the room her punishment cage sat on a low platform and she was led to it, unleashed, and pushed inside. No one said anything but the door was closed behind her, squeezing her into its confines.

Her Master spoke to the assembled group, “As you can see, this stupid slut is now completely unable to move, even a little bit. As part of her punishment she will spend the next 24 hours in there.”

’TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!?’ she thought to herself in a near-panic. The most she’d ever spent in this cage was a couple of hours and even that was agony. She was truly terrified and was as close as she had ever come to using a safe word. But knew those no longer existed. She would suffer and she would be sore for days afterwards.

“As you can see, this cage has a few extra entrances. This one in the front opens so that her mouth can be fucked and there’s just enough room for her face to be pulled forward to eat the many lovely pussies I see here. The sides will dig into her ears a bit but don’t let that deter you.

“And for the men here, the openings back there in the door will allow you access to either of her holes. And don’t forget, she’s not allowed to cum.”

She knew that he had said that just so that everyone would try and get to watch her be punished even more.

What appeared to be the same pair of legs that had led her inside moved to the front of her, opened the small hatch, and unceremoniously yanked her head forward so that the edges of the opening were pressed against her ears. It was enough that she could stretch her tongue and just reach the hairless pussy that was presented to her.

She dove right in, excited by pleasuring a cunt with no idea who it belonged to. It was clean and fragrant and she hoped she’d get to eat again. Though she was focused on her task, the sound of her Master saying, “You folks enjoy yourself. I’m going to take Beth here downstairs for her very first whipping and ass fucking. You’re wecome to come and watch.”

When Beth had asked to serve him he had made her sign a contract that included surrendering her anal virginity to him. She hadn’t expected it to happen right away but was resigned to it.