A story of longing....(cont..prt.3) (A fantasy...) The lady-in-waiting's breath was still ragged as he turned her over on the leather-bound table and again tethered her one hand and then the other to opposite sides of the table. With a click of a button, the bottom half of the table folded under and her ankles were quickly cuffed and tethered to the supports; her bottom rising up slightly as he tilted the table so that her head was now a little lower than her buttocks. Even as the soft echoes of her last release diffused thru her body, her mind began to reel at the possibilities that this posturing of her body presented to him...HE who had laid claim to her; body & soul. Again, she felt the warm trickle of scented oil dribble over her shoulders, down the back of her spine and even down the crack of her behind where it oozed and trickled at the soft folds of her female essence. Her hips began to softly gyrate at the ticklish feel of the oil at her nether lips as his fingers began to caress the oil into her skin, starting at her shoulders and then slowly, sensually descending; down her spine to the soft mounds of her behind; kneading sensitive points along the way. Again, a warmth began to spread thru her body as her skin tingled from the caresses. He paused momentarily at the opening to her c**t and then massaged her there; his fingers occasionally slipping in with soft, smooth strokes. She again found herself moaning at his touch and her hips moved against his fingers, straining to meet them as they pushed inward. She was amazed to find herself responding so quickly after her last release as soft shards of pleasure began to build in her body once again. A small sigh of disappointment escaped her lips as he left the area and massaged oil into the skin of her inner thighs, the soft skin behind her knees and down her calves to her feet. The small, flat vibrator was still firmly in place and, again, she startled slightly as it began to vibrate between her legs. He left her side for a moment and when he returned, he knelt in front of her and lifted her chin so that she could look into his eyes. His hands softly stroked her hair and softly he asked, "Are you ready for more, my lady..." A soft smile framed his face and his eyes shown with tenderness. She knew, at this time, she could have said no...could have asked him to stop...and he would have. But, she wanted to see this through...wanted to please him.. PRODIGY(R) interactive personal service 01/10/93 10:43 PM wanted..yes, she wanted more, wanted to experience total submission to him. She looked deeply into his probing eyes and smiled..."I am ready, Master..." He smiled broadly and lightly caressed her cheek. "So be it, my lady..." And, with that, he quickly rose and moved to the end of the table, centering himself behind her. The lady closed her eyes and waited for him to begin....again! (tbc) MK The lady sensed more than heard the sharp hiss as the lash whipped thru the air. She quickly tightened her buttocks muscles while drawing in a sharp breath. Her body tried to dart sideways as if to flee what must come & then her mind reeled as she realized that she did not feel the sting on her bottom. He had lashed the soft leather beside her, so close to her body that she felt a small wisp of air stir beside her in its passage. Her head then whipped around to look back at him to see what his next move would be and his eyes locked with hers. As if disturbed that she could move in such a way to be able to see what he would do next, he left her and picked out something from the bag he carried with him. Her Master quickly placed the soft leather collar around her neck and fastened it. Then, he attached two leather straps to the collar and teathered them to ring holes on the table's sides. With the collar tethered in this manner, the lady could only look ahead. The tethering was not so tight as to cause constriction; only to keep her from looking back at him. Again, he caressed her hair & smiled wickedly. "This should keep you from being so curious, my lady," he laughed softly. Then, he returned to the end of the table. Again, she heard the sharp hiss of the whip and a small yelp escaped her lips as, this time, it found purchase on the soft, supple flesh of her bottom. Again & again the lashes fell and the lady moaned with each sting; her hips gyrating...searching for surcease from the burning warmth which painted her flesh red. Tears began to form and fall as he continued the whipping. She tried to center in on the rhythm of his lashings in hopes to anticipate where & when the next sting would greet her but to no avail. Just as she would tighten her bottom, expecting the next sting...he would pause until she began to relax and then...."whack"... the lashes would strike her again. Sensations began to build within her. With each succeeding strike of the whip, wild fire from her bottom seemed to mingle with the pleasurable sensations of the vibrator between her legs. As the lashing continued, she was amazed to find herself trying to meet the fiery sting of the lashes instead of moving away from them. Her breathing grew labored as she moaned and tried to toss & turn her head. Tears streamed down her face and her body moved wildly in its restraint. Her wrists and ankles tugged and pulled at their restraints even as her body sought release from the overwhelming sensations cascading within her. Suddenly, the whipping stopped and she bucked as his fingers thrust their way deep within the soft confines of her sheath. Her release came upon her almost immediately as he pressed on the small,flat vibrator; his fingers stroking her & thrusting deeply. The lady-in-waiting cried out as her release caused shards of exquisite pleasure to rush through her body. Her cries and moans echoed off the stone walls of the dungeon; first...loudly...and then more softly as her release was spent......... Her Master quickly untethered her as she lay there gasping for breath and gathered her into his arms. He carried her over to a soft couch, tenderly wrapped her in a soft blanket and then held her tightly in his arms. His lips gently caressed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and she closed her eyes and sighed. "My lady," he whispered softly, "Rest. This was your first time....we will explore more, later..." The journey continues...........(A fantasy)... The lady-in-waiting sighed softly & her eyelids fluttered open. Staring down at her were the compelling eyes of her master. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked as she stirred from his arms & wrapped the blanket closely around her. "Not long," he answered. He stood up and offered a hand to her. "I would like you to get dressed now, my lady. You have need of nourishment and, after that, I will take you to my home. We have much to talk about." As they dined by candlelight,the two soulmates discussed the scene they had just completed. The lady's master probed her with poignant questions drawing out her reactions to his possession of her body and she tried to answer as frankly as she could. Occasionally, as she recalled the way her body responded to his touches, she would tremble with renewed desire and her eyes shone brightly at the memory. Her master smiled to himself as her face took on the far-away look, knowing she was re-experiencing her submission to him. He would then take her hand in his and softly caress it. Before they left the restaurant, her master whispered something in her ear. The lady blushed but nodded her head and excused herself from the table. Moments later, she returned and handed him the fine, lace panties which she carried in her hands. As he helped her into her coat, his lips brushed the tips of her earlobe. "From now on, my lady...you are to be prepared for me at all times. You will always wear a garter and hose, but that is all you shall wear under your clothing. Any other undergarments will be chosen by me unless I tell you otherwise." Again she blushed but nodded her head in acquiescence to his command. As they approached his home, she gasped in awe at the sight of it. Nestled between tall trees was the most beautiful English tudor she'd ever seen. It was made of stone and brick with latticed windows. Inside, the decor was of soft, muted colors and, in the great room, soft leather couches and large high-backed chairs gathered around a huge fireplace. As he toured her through his home, her interest peaked as she followed him down the stone-carved steps leading to the basement. He unlocked a door at one end of the cellar, opened it, and bade her to enter. It was dark inside the room and when he turned on the lights, her eyes widened as she beheld a smaller rendition of the dungeon they had just left. Along the walls were all sorts of paraphenalia she had never seen before, nor could she describe them. Shackles, large solid beams with chains reaching down were seen; a large, leather-bound table was also found in the middle of the room. Along the opposite wall, a fireplace was situated. Again, a small shard of fear coursed through her body as she slowly walked around the room, occasionally stopping to inspect this item or that. Her master stood in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest and his legs parted slightly, watching her closely. Finally he motioned her to follow him and they left the dungeon to return to the great room. For the rest of the evening, the two soulmates talked incessantly of their desires and their plans. By the time the midnight hour had been reached, an informal contract had been reach between the lady and her master. Her master held her tightly in his arms. "Then...we are agreed?" he asked. The lady smiled softly and nodded. "Yes,master...we are agreed." He smiled broadly. "Then, come with me..." Her master took hold of her hand and led her up the stairs and into the room in which they would share their nights together. The lady scanned the room,taking in the high, four-postered bed, the long, cloth-covered bench at the foot of it, and at the fieldstone fireplace. Softly woven braided rugs scattered the oak floors. She also noticed the glass cabinet in one corner of the room and thought she spied an assortment of whips,crops and what looked like broad paddles of some sort but could not get a closer look as he led her from the room through an open door which led to the private bathroom. There, in the soft lights streaming from the ceiling, he let go of her hand and began to fill the large, oval tub with warm water. Then he turned back to her and began to disrobe her. When she was again naked in front of him he bade her to do the same to him. Whether out of fear or desire..or both..her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his arms. As she went about her duty, his eyes watched her every move. Occasionally, she would peer up into them and her heart would beat wildly. His eyes looked as if they could have devoured her. She quickly looked away as if fearing that if she stared into them long enough, she would be mesmerized by them. Working more quickly now, she helped him out of the rest of his clothing. Bending down to help him out of his pants, her head came into close approximation with his manhood. It was quite apparent that he desired her and he bent down and began to softly caress her hair. "I would love to take you here and now, my lady...but, it is not yet time. Before this night is through, however..." And, he laughed softly as he stroked her tresses. The two of them entered the tub together and he began to wash her just as if she were a child. His soft gentle caresses soothed her skin, especially those areas to which he had administered the whip. As steam rose, a strange sense of calmness centered within her and she closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the tub and let the warmth of the water and the caress of his hands relax aching muscles. She did not even flinch when he gently pried her legs open and lathered her bottom and the area between her legs. She expected him to demand that she do the same for him, but he just let her lay there and relax under his expert hands and the soothing comfort of the water. Later, his body glistening with moisture, he left the tub and brought out 2 large towels. He rubbed himself dry and then offered his hand to help her from the water. He reverently toweled every part of her body as she stood there watching him. From a closet situated next to the bathroom, he donned black lounging pajamas for himself but, for her, he only motioned her to sit on the bed. He left her side and started a fire in the fireplace. The roar of the fire that was soon blazing cast eerie shadows around the room. Then, he turned back to her. Again, she recognized the strange, commanding glint that shone in his eyes and she drew in a sharp breath. Her heart began to beat wildly again and a soft throb between her legs echoed her pounding heart. He moved to the glass cabinet and opened it. From one of the drawers, she watched him extract the leather cuffs and.. she gasped silently...and, one of the paddles. He turned to her and smiled. Then, he moved towards her........ (to be continued)