In the beginning, he told himself that he was happy with once a week. He remembers the conversation well. She had laughed at him, rebuking him for trying to fool himself. Now here he was, only two days later, knocking at her door. Why was he drawn back to her again so soon? The pain and humiliation from before had devastated him. But it had also heightened his interest in her, increased his desire to serve her.

That very morning, he had grown so excited reliving the previous session in his mind that he masturbated in his office. He had been so consumed with the mental images that he had forgotten to lock his door and was almost caught by one of his employees. He knew then that he had to have more. He also knew he could not wait a whole week to see her again.

She did not greet him at the door as she usually did. Instead, when he knocked, the door pushed opened. She called to him from a room beyond, "You know the ritual, slave, off with your clothes and join me inside." He did as she commanded, quickly removing every garment, placing them in a neat pile by her door. Then he followed the sound of the music.

There she sat in her office, atop her desk, clothed in a black, transparent bustier with garters and fishnet hose. His penis began to rise at the mere site of her. He knew from the look on her face that she knew he would be back sooner than usual. He knew she knew he would come to her again for her pleasure and his pain.

"You know, my dear," she began, "I have often wondered how it would be to have a slave like you for my secretary rather than that dreary old maid, Miss Smith." Then she paused, smiling devilishly. "You can serve me in ways Miss Smith never fathomed. Now on your knees and under my desk."

He immediately did as she commanded. She climbed down and took the chair before him. She placed her feet on his shoulders, firmly clamping his head between her knees. "My feet are so weary from the day. You know what is expected of you," she continued. And of course he knew. Before she even finished her sentence, he began to kiss and caress her beautiful feet. He massaged each one tenderly with the care deserving of his Mistress.

"Now worship my legs," she commanded, "and tell me know much you love them." And once again he obeyed. When he reached her inner thighs, she spread her legs for him to see her glorious shaved cunt. She knew this drove him wild. "Because you were such a good little slave last time, I will reward you today," she cooed.

Again, he instinctively knew what she expected. He could tell that her vagina was already wet by the way the light danced on her moist lips. He could smell her juices inviting him to partake. Gently he began to lick her. Slowly at first, then working up to the constant rhythm she adored. As her excitement grew, so grew her clitoris. He lovingly took it between his teeth, nibbling ever so lightly just the way she liked. It was only a matter of minutes before she reached her first climax.

"Very good, slave, but give me more," she growled. He inserted his thumb into her vagina as he continued to manipulate her clitoris with his teeth. He knew she had climaxed again when her body began to shake violently. Cum poured from her orifice. He had never seen a woman ejaculate before, and it thrilled him. He drank her juices gratefully.

Then, suddenly, she shoved him away with her foot. He fell on his back hitting his head on her desk. "Have I not pleased my Mistress properly?" he cried, wondering why she had so roughly removed her body from his face. "Indeed, you have, my dear, but that was for my pleasure. Now you shall have some pleasure of your own." She grabbed his penis and pulled him toward the kitchen.

"First, I want a glass of wine," she demanded. "Fill it to the brim, and you'd better not spill a drop." He obeyed, but it was very hard to keep from spilling her wine as she dragged him by his organ to her bedroom. Immediately, he saw it--a wooden saw horse with a huge vise mounted on the top bar. A new instrument for torturing him, but what did she plan to put in the vise? He felt the familiar fear rise up in his throat--the fear that often came when he visited her.

It was as if she had read his thoughts. "The vise is there in case you decide to challenge me again today," she said. "And I'll show no mercy if you do, I promise you that." He knew she spoke in earnest, and he remained quiet.

"Are you not grateful?" she shouted. "I built this just for you, slave. Aren't you going to thank me for your gift?" He quickly replied least he offend her further. "Thank you Mistress," as he began to stroke and kiss the wooden horse. "I am not deserving of my Mistress' energy in making such a gift for me," he continued. "You are right," she replied, "but you will be deserving after serving time on the horse today." Then he noticed how she had prepared the room.

On her bed were her favorite whips--the riding crop, the penis whip, and the brutal whip he had made for her from his favorite belt. Also laid out were his slave clothing, his collar and leash, his nipple clamps, endless strips of Velcro and her favorite silk scarf.

"Now dress yourself," she commanded. He quickly slipped into his slave panties. "Kneel in front of me," she said. He again did as he was told. She fastened the collar around his neck, applied the leash and bound his eyes with her scarf. He loved it when she blindfolded him. Her smell permeated every inch of the cloth. It was so easy for him to loose himself that way, blinded from the sights around him.

Then she roughly pinched his nipples, and he readied himself for the pain. The clamps dug deeply into his tender flesh so badly bruised only days before. She led him crawling over to the sawhorse. "Now spread your legs and raise your arms," she ordered. Carefully she tied each wrist to the top bar with the Velcro she had cut into long, even strips. The rough stubble of the material dug into his wrists. But the discomfort was negligible compared to the pain in his nipples.

"Bow your head and rest it on the bar," she said. He could smell her body near his face and drank in the aroma of the juices he had brought forth earlier. He so loved the smell of her hungry cunt. Already the anticipation of what lay in store for him was overwhelming. His excitement was growing. He felt his penis pushing hard against the confines of the silken garment, desperately trying to escape to reach her.

She never acknowledged his growing member with words. Instead, within seconds he felt several lashes of the penis whip against his throbbing organ. "No distractions!" she yelled. But the pain she inflicted on his groin only excited him more.

She leaned her body close to his back, pressing her firm breasts against him. Then he felt her work her way around the wooden horse positioning herself between him and the instrument. He felt her breasts directly in front of his face, bare and soft. She shoved her right nipple into his waiting mouth and commanded that he suck.

Immediately he was carried away in his enthusiasm and bit rather hard into her flesh. She jerked away and slapped him soundly. "Too rough," she screamed. "Now continue but be more careful." He planted loving kisses all around her breast, licking and biting gently this time. When she had her fill on the right side, she shifted her body slightly and placed her left breast in his mouth. He gave this one the same careful attention.

She was hot for more pleasure from him. He could tell by the guttural animal sounds she was making. But he also knew she had other plans to complete first. She sled away from him and continued.

First he felt the softness of the penis whip as she dragged it across his neck and back. She tingled his spine with caresses from the leather. Then brushed his buttocks and thighs ever so lightly. She was teasing him, making him yearn for more. Slowly the tender strokes built to stinging slaps. The sound of the leather hitting his skin increased his excitement. He felt his body begin to warm under her touch.

She paused to change whips and began to strike him soundly with her riding crop. It was beginning to become really painful but not yet as painful as he desired. Again, the leather grabbed then released his flesh. His senses were keenly aware of her every movement. And he was sure he could feel the whelps beginning to rise on his back and ass.

Suddenly, without breaking stride, she again changed whips. He cringed, as the harshness of the brutal tool bit into his shoulder first. Torturing him had worked her into a frenzy. Her strokes were firm and strong. For a brief moment, he wondered what he would do if she got too carried away. They had never negotiated a safeword. But his thoughts were quickly erased as the leather continued to cut into his skin, across his shoulders, over his back and down to his buttocks.

He could think of nothing else now except the pain and the pleasure. With every stroke, he thanked her profusely for punishing him. "Have you had enough?" she quizzed. And he felt her smooth hand rub across the new wounds. He was sure she had ceased beating him. But he was wrong. "No, I don't think so," she laughed and began to beat him again, even harder this time. "I get such pleasure torturing you," she said, "you may have had enough, but I have not."

He didn't remember thanking her properly though he must have or her wrath would have told him otherwise. The pain was excruciating. He was not sure how long she continued for he was drifting in and out of control at this point. Then suddenly she stopped though his body continued to feel the whip as if it were still striking him. He knew his flesh was cut for he could feel the blood trickling down his back. She allowed him to gain control before approaching him again.

Gently, she rubbed his wounds with her soft hands, massaging away the pain. And slowly she untied his bindings and rubbed life back into his numb wrists. Then she removed his nipple clamps and kissed his nipples with her tongue. He was grateful for the relief though he knew it would not be long lived.

"I want to feel your clamps against me as you please me again, slave." And so she placed the clamps on his penis. The intensity of the pain shot through his whole being. "Thank you, Mistress," he cried, wondering how he could be sick enough to endure such torment. She led him on his knees to her bed and positioned herself on the edge. She shoved him down to kneel before her.

"I am going to remove your blindfold," she said, "for as you worship my body I want to see the adoration in your eyes." At first the light burned his eyes now tempered to the darkness. But the sight of her before him--her body so finely toned, so beautiful--made him grateful for the opportunity to again give her pleasure.

"Tell me what part of my body you like best," she commanded. "I have no favorite part, Mistress, I love all of your body," he responded. Apparently pleased by his answer, she grabbed his hair and shoved his head toward her breasts. He began where he had left off at the wooden horse.

When he thought she was adequately pleased with his breast worship, he slowly moved downward, kissing her chest and stomach and caressing her back and buttocks with his hands as he went. As the nipple clamps on his penis pressed against her legs, pain shot through him. But he knew it pleased her so he said nothing.

Then he remembered the gift he had brought her. "Mistress, I have a gift for you. May I retrieve it?" "A gift," she replied surprised, "of course, bring it to me now." He raced to the foyer where he had left his clothes and found his gift. It was an odd sort of a present; one that only a Mistress like his would appreciate.

A few weeks earlier they had found a long, smooth, oval stone while taking a walk. She had joked about what a wonderful toy it would make for her collection. And so he had prepared it as such. First he had drilled a hole in one end of the stone, then secured a rod and handle to it. He could hardly wait to present it to her as he raced back to her bedroom. "For you, Mistress, I made this just for you." And he knew by the gleam in her eyes that he had done a good job. "Oh yes, my rock," she cooed. "I thought you had forgotten."

Once again he assumed his kneeling position at the side of her bed between her legs. Slowly he stroked her body with the rock, first her breasts working his way down toward her triangle. She spread her legs wide awaiting the pleasure. He toyed with her clitoris. The coolness of the stone against her clit was exhilarating. Then she felt the stone caressing the lips of her cunt. He was so careful not to hurt her. The stone was rather large and he didn't want to force its entry into her.

As her juices began to flow abundantly, the rock slipped further and further into her opening. Before he knew what was happening, her vagina sucked the rock in up to the handle. She screamed wildly in delight as he slowly moved the rock in and out. She was clearly very pleased with the new sensation the rock created. When she reached ecstasy, she screamed out louder than he had ever heard her cry before. And he was pleased with himself for the pleasure he had given her.

It took longer this time for her to regain her composure. When she finally came back to reality, the smile on her face was all that he needed. "My dear slave, I think this is perhaps the best present anyone has ever given me. Now it is time to reward you for your devotion." She pulled him up by his hands to rise before her. Then she motioned for him to lie down beside her. He took his place at her side.

Lightly she brushed his chest then intermittently dug her nails into his flesh. Soon her mouth was upon him. She removed the clamps from his penis with her teeth and licked his raw member. Gently she massaged his testicles while licking and kissing his member. When she knew he was sufficiently aroused, she commanded, "Take your position over me." Anxiously, he followed her order and assumed his now familiar spot placing his penis directly over her mouth. She continued to suck and lick his penis as she dug her nails into his ass.

Immediately he felt something near his anus. But it was not her finger this time. "And I have a present for you as well," she laughed. She had purchased a dildo sized perfectly for his tight anus. And lubricating it with her saliva, she rammed it into his waiting hole. Pain shot through his abdomen, but the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. He moaned and pumped forcefully against her mouth as the new toy pumped forcefully inside of him. Deeper and deeper it went until it reached his limit.

When he climaxed, he screamed so loudly that she had to muffle his cries with her pillow. She was always careful to make sure her neighbors didn't know what went on behind her locked door. When he regain himself, he cried, "Thank you, Mistress, thank you. That was the most intense orgasm I have had since I was ten."

And she accepted his gratitude, though she needed no confirmation. She knew she had given him more pleasure and pain today than ever before. And she also knew he would be back soon for more, very soon.

-to be continued-