Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 13:40:09 -0500
From: M & T <tschild0713@comcast.net>
Subject: Destiny Pt. 5

      My ass was stinging from the application of "my" hairbrush on my
helpless ass.  Methodically, back and forth, with more and more force in
each stroke being administered to me on each cheek.  I was starting to
squirm quite a bit as my Mistress held my cuffed hands out of her way so
she had full access to continue to beat me.  I can't say I wasn't
enjoying it to some degree though, as my rock hard cock trapped beneath
me grew harder and harder.  If anything, my squeezed cock in between the
panties I had on, made it feel sooooo erotic as I squirmed.  I may be new
to this as far as actual hands on punishment, but I had on many occasions
thought about it.  Now I was living out a fantasy I had always wanted.
Suddenly, I realized the punishment had stopped.  Mistresses leather hand
started to caress my ass.  I could feel the heat from my well beaten ass
soothed some by her gently touching me.  "You like being punished, don't
you slave?  I'm sure you do, otherwise you wouldn't have caressed your
cock a second time after I told you to leave it alone.  Sooooo, you must
have wanted to be punished.  Severely"!!!!!  Again, the hairbrush came
down upon me.  After the brief reprieve, it now hurt twice as much to
have her continue.  I was now beginning to learn the skill level of my
captor.  Stopping and caressing me, she was only getting me to relax and
let my guard down, so she could attack with a renewed vengence on me.
The sting was even more intense, and I cried out in pain.  Over my
screams, I heard her sadistic chuckle, and knew she was enjoying my
torment completely.  Again she stopped and caressed me.  Only to start up
again.  This went on for an unknown time by me personally.  I was
definitely starting to worry a bit more about my predicament now.
Realizing for the first time, I could be in serious trouble.  No one knew
I was in here, and she had advised me how well she had planned this out.
Knowing my neighbors could not hear a thing, she had free rein to do
whatever her twisted mind could come up with.  I shivered as this thought
fully planted itself in my mind.  My shiver pleased her.  "Are you cold
slave?  Maybe we need to try something a bit better at warming you up"?
With that, she dragged me across the bed and then across her lap.  Now
she had an even better angle to apply my hairbrush to my powerless ass.
Laying across her leather thighs was sensual and stimulating and as she
continued to punish my ass, my cock was jumping against the tight
leather.  The more I shifted, the more I was making it easier for her
to strike at me.  Suddenly, she stopped again.  The leather hands began
to caress me again.  I was sweating in earnest now, and couldn't remain
still because of the contact with her leather.  My cock was loving it.
"Your enjoying yourself a bit too much I think slave.  I can feel your
hard cock against my leather and its telling me, you might be getting a
bit too aroused".  She stood and unceremoniously dumped me to the floor.
I landed with a thud and was immediately picked up by my shackled hands
and leaned over the bed.

        As I lay there, the silence was disorienting me even further as I
wondered what could possibly be coming next.  It didn't take long to find
out.  I screamed as the scorching heat of wax landed upon my well beaten
ass.  "Its beeswax slave.  Quite an intense feeling isn't it?  Its tough
not knowing when and where it is going to touch you next, isn't it"?
"Yes Mistress", I barely could say.  I again was trying to move around
and avoid this new pain that was being applied to me, but this just
caused her to laugh again sadistically right into my ear, and continue to
now move around with the application of wax.  The tender part of the
inside of my thighs, on my back, up and down my legs, on my feet, and
back upon my ass again which she had moved my panties out of her way to
have access too.  I wimpered continuously now.  My squirming had slowed
some though as she had grabbed my cuffed hands and held me firmly in
place so she could gather my panties into a bunch in my ass and expose
more of my tender ass to her.  She had spanked my ass thru the panties
and moved the panties a little out of the way previously, but now she
wanted full access to me.  The pain began again.  All over my ass.  Back
down my thighs, and then I was swiftly rolled over onto my back and had
my legs swung around so I was laying out in full view for her.
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
NOOOOOOOO, I thought....She now covered my chest, the inside of my legs,
the top of my feet, and then she stopped.  I laid quietly thinking this
part was over, when she abruptly worked my panties down to expose my cock
and balls to her.  I was more terrified then ever, but didn't move a
bit.  I felt her hot breath on my exposed cock.  I couldn't believe how
close her mouth was to me.  I felt my cock jump up involuntarily in
 hopes of touching her lips.  Then, the wax spilled upon my balls and
brought louder screams from me.  Her leather hand grabbed my cock and
moved it out of her way, and took advantage of the freedom to completely
cover my balls.  I ached more then I had ever ached in my life.  I was
nearing delirium from the pain.  Then, the panties were moved back up and
over my cock.  I was pulled towards her and rolled over once again with
my ass at her mercy again.  Silence again took over.

         This time she left me laying like this for what seemed like half
an hour, but I am sure was only a few minutes at best.  Then I felt a
cool liquid dripped upon my ass.  I jumped from the sudden change in
temperature.  I heard her throaty chuckle once again.  She used her
leather hand to smooth the cool liquid over my steaming ass.  "I bet you
think I am being kind to you, huh slave?  Actually, this is more wicked
punishment for you.  How and why, I bet you are wondering"?  Then, I
found out in full force what she was talking about.  Wham!!!  Wham!!!
Wham!!!  I didn't know what it was, but it hurt like hell, as something
came down upon my ass with extreme force once again.  "Its a crop slave,
in case you were wondering".  Except now she was not as centered on my
ass.  She worked my back, thighs, legs, feet, and only once in a few
strokes actually went back on my ass.  When they did though, I felt them
more then anything else because of the cool liquid she had applied to
me.  It stung sharply and I was once again, crying out in pain.  Then the
pain changed again.  Something even worse, although I couldn't imagine it
was possible if I wasn't living it, started in on my ass.  "A cat-of-nine
hurts quite a bit more doesn't it slave", she hissed right into my ear.
I nodded as she ripped into my ass over and over with it.  I didn't think
she could cause sooooo much pain, but she was obviously well skilled in
delivering pain in many forms.  She painstakingly and precision like, cut
into my ass over and over with the whip.  For every ten strokes, don't
ask me why but for some reason I started counting them, she would caress
me with her gloved hands, and then apply another ten.  My ass was raw
now.  I could feel the heat boiling from it.  I bet you could have cooked
an egg on it, similar to the suggestion of being able to do so on hot
pavement in 90* temperatures of course.  I got to fifty before she
finally stopped for awhile.  "I'm kind of thirsty slave.  I'll be right
back, and if your lucky, I might spit some water into your mouth as your
prolly a bit parched also".  Laughing at her own joke softly, she
then silently left the room.