The First Session
I managed to finally locate the farm after several wrong turns and arrived at a quarter
till five. My heart was pounding and I was shaking so badly that I just sat in the car for
several minutes, but then knowing that I had given my word, that this was my
commitment…..I got out and entered the barn through the small side door.
A man who introduced himself as Master James met me there and it was almost like he had
been standing there waiting. I wondered if he had been watching me, if he had felt my
indecision as I had hesitated in the car. He motioned me to follow him down a short
hallway and led me into a small changing room.
"Take off all your clothes, slut," he said, "and then come into the
dungeon."
He smiled a little bit when he said it and I felt better. I didn`t say anything, just
kept my eyes lowered and nodded. When he left I slipped out of my clothes and laid them
over a little bench that was there. Not wanting to give myself time to think or
reconsider, I did as directed and opened the same door Master James had used when he left
me.
The inside of the barn was huge and filled with all kinds of contraptions
..things I`d never seen before but had read about…….hooks, pulleys and rings hung from
the rafters and big eye bolts stuck up out of the floor and the walls. There were saw
horses, some padded and some not, padded posts, benches and tables. I saw several big
crosses and even a stainless steel medical examination table. A raised platform that
appeared to be a stage of some sort. In front of it were rows of chairs where an audience
might be seated. There was like….well like a whole bathroom. It was not enclosed though
and the tub, toilet and all were exposed. Spotlights were everywhere in the ceiling and
one turned on me when I stepped into the room. Master James stepped back through the same
door that I`d just come through. I stood there, waiting and taking in these frightening
surroundings when, suddenly, my arm was grabbed and I was jerked back into the changing
room.
"On your knees, girl," He almost screamed it. "You filthy slut, is this
how you think you can leave your filthy slut mess?"
"What, Sir? I don`t understand?"
He was pointing at my clothes on the bench but I didn`t understand what I had done wrong.
He gave me this big hairy lecture about how clothes are a privilege and that it took a
Master`s hard earned money to keep me in clothes and that they were always to be folded
neatly when I wasn`t wearing them.
"You will be punished for this and for raising your eyes to me and for speaking. You
just earned yourself three lashes of my belt. Now you crawl back out there and you do it
NOW!"
I started crawling fast as I could back out the door. Master James followed me, nudging
me to go faster with the toe of his boot. He directed me to a small padded bench that was
just a foot tall. He told me to lay over it face down and spread my legs. I could already
feel the tears on my face as I lay over the bench. With his boot he kept kicking side to
side between my legs until they were wide open. I laid there; shaking….trying to hold in
the sobs…waiting for what would happen next. I heard him unbuckling his belt and heard it
slipping out of the belt loops of his jeans…..for a moment my mind just went blank.
"Tell me why you are being punished.....Answer me, girl! That`s one extra lash for
the delay."
"Um…b…because I didn`t fold my clothes….." I finally stammered out an answer,
half crying, "and um….. because I looked at you… and because I spoke without asking
permission."
"At least you`re not stupid. There may be hope for you." He said. "Each
and every time that you`re punished, you will count every swat out loud and thank the
Master that sees fit to correct you. Then you must ask for the next swat. Understand,
girl? If you hesitate in the least or forget then the punishment starts from the
beginning again."
Before I could even respond he brought the belt down hard over my ass.
"One…..aghhhh, Master James, thank you. Pleeaasse may I have another?"
Oh my god, the next one hurt even worse. It was on the back of my thighs and...the
sting….the pain, took my breath away.
"Twooooooo…..thank You, Master James, aghhhh pleaseee may I have another?"
By the time I`d taken all four my whole ass was red and on fire and I had that one huge
welt on the backs of my thighs. I was ashamed to be crying but I couldn`t help it. I
wanted to say I was sorry but was too afraid to speak. He told me to stand up and get over
to that platform and present myself for inspection to him and I did. I hurried because he
still had that belt in his hand. It was then that I noticed two other men standing off to
one side watching and talking. One of them was a large black man. I couldn`t hear what
they were discussing and had only time for a quick glance. I couldn`t risk being seen
looking at them.
I dropped down to my knees as gently as I could….the muscles in my thighs and my ass were
screaming. I tried to remember everything I had been taught about the presenting
position…….knees spread apart the width of my shoulders, back straight with a slight arch,
head held high, eyes lowered….chest thrusting out….and my palms upturned in a gesture of
submission, one resting on the top of each thigh…..god so much to remember. The three of
them started walking in slow circles around me. One of the new men was the first to
speak.
"I am Master Michael and this is Master Robert." He said, gesturing to the huge
black man at his side.
He bent down and took one of my nipple rings in his fingers. He lifted and twisted it,
holding my breast suspended for a moment before letting it drop. At the same time Master
James was behind me, running the palm of his hand down my back and then over the welts on
my ass. Fingers slid down inside the crack of my ass and began circling, pressing into my
anus………no lube…..god it hurt and I whimpered. He told the others that my Dom wanted my
hole to be used and kept filled.
"Damn shame. I love tight ass like that." Master Robert said.
"Too tight to be of any real use," Master James disagreed, "but we`ll fix
that."
Master Michael squatted down right in front of me and without any warning at all he
slipped two thick fingers straight into my cunt. My body flinched and I didn`t hold the
position. He kept his fingers inside me, twisting and turning and fucking them in and out
while the other two pulled me back into position. A stiff training collar was placed on my
neck and they put leather cuffs on both my wrists, too. The cuffs were attached to rings
on each side of the collar which pulled my shoulders back. Master Robert fastened small
chains to my nipple rings and fastened them to the front of the collar…..they were too
short and tugged my nipples up. Master Michael thrust his fingers deep into my cunt one
last time and pulled them out and held them up right in front of my face. They were slick
and wet and I could smell my own sex on them. He wiped them off on my face.
"Clean my fingers."
I did. I licked them clean.
"Good girl."
I was actually happy when he patted me on the head.
"It`s time you got your first taste of real discipline, girl. We will start every
session with some kind of discipline." Master James said.
His voice was chatty, almost friendly, and his hand was stroking over my back and my ass.
Right then I needed that and I had to fight to keep from swaying back to his hand. He
explained that this wasn`t punishment but that it wouldn`t be pleasant and might even be
painful. The purpose of discipline was to teach me my place. To remind me of just who I
was and of whom the Master was. Discipline was given for Master`s pleasure and for the
submissive`s as well. It gave the one seeking to please the opportunity to show how much
she was willing to take and to endure to please. A Master often gave discipline for no
other reason than that he could. It was an exercise in power, of giving and taking. It
was also an opportunity to mark the submissive if that was the Master`s desire.
All this I was told as Master Michael and Master Robert were lifting me up to my feet. I
was guided slowly forward while Master James talked, until I was face to face with the
huge St. Andrew`s cross. They uncuffed each of my wrists and stretched my arms wide to the
side at shoulder height and then they were fastened again to the cross. Master Robert put
ankle cuffs on me and I was ordered to spread my feet wide apart. There were large eye
bolts in the floor that they fastened the cuffs to. I was helpless and naked and scared
half to death. The thought ran through my head they could kill me. They could do anything
they wished to me. I was at their mercy and I started crying again silently. The tears
were streaming and I couldn`t stop them. I was shaking so badly that the vibration caused
the cuffs to rattle where they were clipped to the cross. The three men stepped back and
Master James said,
"Slut, prepare yourself for your discipline."
Someone stepped up behind me again. I couldn`t see who but I felt a strong body
pressing tight to me. A hand lifted my hair up off my neck and I felt warm breath, soft
lips on the back of my neck at the top of the collar. More kisses and licks were followed
by a gentle biting at the base of my neck and along my shoulders. The hand followed my
spine down to my ass and traced the pattern of welts that still burned. The mouth returned
to the base of my left ear lobe and teased and I knew it was Master Michael when I heard
the voice in my ear.
"Don`t be afraid, little one. Trust me and let yourself come with me. I`m going to
take you someplace that you`ve never been." He whispered. "Take what I`m going
to give you. Find pleasure in it. It`s my gift to you. Remember, trust me."
He stepped back. I whimpered and felt the loss when his heat… his mouth… his hands left
my body. I was ashamed that I could feel the warm flow of my need oozing from my cunt and
felt a tightening deep in my belly. I was embarrassed at the heat within me and hoped they
would not notice.
My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and my body tensed as I waited for the first strike.
Instead I felt the softest touch and the most exquisite stroking. It was Master Michael
with what I found out later was a kind of flogger called a rabbit tail. It caressed down
my back and out over each stretched out arm. It ran down my legs to my ankles and up the
insides of my thighs. It teased my cunt and continued up through my tight ass crack. The
stroking and the teasing went on forever. In random patterns, the sensation traveled over
my body.
Here and then there, until I drifted into a state of total relaxation. Craving the touch,
I found myself making little whimpering sounds of pleasure. I was surprised that those
sounds were coming from me and that none of the Masters seemed to mind. By then, each time
the flogger was trailed up between my legs, it came away wet with the juices its touch was
exciting from me.
The touch changed to light taps. Little, light stinging taps in all those same places. On
my arms, my shoulders and back. On my burning ass and my thighs and down my legs. My body
was enveloped in warmth as the flogger`s sharp kisses reddened me. Warm, so warm! I found
that I was moaning.
"Yessssssss. Ohhhh, yessssssss."
My body was moving, straining at its bonds as to reach the sweet, stinging heat. My knees
had become so weak that it was hard to stand up. My fingers curled over the cuffs as the
nature of the flogger`s touch again changed. The taps became definite lashes. I could feel
thin suede leather straps then. There was a rhythm to it and as each lash burned into me
an incredible heat was generated. I wanted more of it.
He gave it to me. At the last it was real pain. The leather kisses had become fiery. Each
one burned deep into my muscles. I was red hot all over. I was burning alive. I was so
deep inside myself that I was there and yet I wasn`t. I was filled with Master Michael and
the power of his astonishing hot touch. I wanted it to go on forever… until there was
nothing left of me.
Gentle hands released me and strong arms held me up. Master Robert and Master James
carried me to a narrow padded table. Kind words, nice words flowed into my ears.
"Good girl, good slut."
There were soft touches and stroking hands caressing my hair. Master Robert held a glass
to my lips.
"Drink, girl." He said.
I was so thirsty that I drank and drank. It was Gatorade lemon-lime and not at all my
favorite but it tasted so good. It ran down my chin and dripped over my lifted-up breasts.
A soft cloth dabbed it away. I lay back, closed my eyes and I slept.
When I woke up, it was to hands touching me. Master James`s hands and Master Robert`s big
black hands were everywhere at once. They teased my nipples to aching hardness. Fingers
slipped in and out of my cunt again. My legs willingly parted, arching up off the table
when fingers found my throbbing clit and stroked over it. More cunt juice was wiped on my
body. More fingers with the slick taste of my sex clinging to them were presented to be
licked clean.
I was pulled to my feet again and bent forward. My wrists were secured to the legs of the
table on one side and my ankles cuffed to the table legs on the other side. I heard a door
open and the footsteps and voices of men and women approached. I struggled and tugged but
the cuffs held me tight. I was so embarrassed to be seen like this. So wide open with my
body betraying me. Still hot from the touching and stroking the Masters had given me.
Hands were everywhere on my body again. They touched, tugged and twisted my rock hard,
aching nipples. Hands kneaded my ass cheeks. My whimpers of pain and moans of pleasure so
mixed that I could no longer distinguish between them. Fingers probed my tight ass-ring.
They slipped up through my slit, teasing my clit. My confused body tried first to grind
down onto the fingers in my cunt and then lifted itself to encourage the fingers in my
ass.
"Unnnghh, yessssssss."
A thick, long rubber dildo was worked deep in my cunt, my inner muscles sucked and
squeezed down on it.
"Good girl, good girl."
All those hands kept touching me, big hands, small hands, rough hands and soft ones.
Slender fingers with long painted nails squeezed, pinched and tugged my nipples.
"The slut needs a plug in this tight little ass."
I groaned out loud at these words from a strange voice. I flinched and clenched my cheeks
hard at the cool touch of the lube. A slick finger circled my rim and then began slipping
in and out. I felt more lube and again the finger, in and out, fucking, curling,
stretching, and forcing all that lube in. I moaned at the touch of the plug`s hard tip,
burning as it was slowly twisted and fucked into my ass. The sound of my gasp was loud in
my ear when my sphincter gave way and my ass sucked it all the way in. I felt so filled,
so stuffed. I was squirming, grinding, clenching down hard as I could.
Then a hand twisted tight in my hair and my head was lifted up. I was looking straight at
the groin of a man. He stepped closer and I registered tan slacks, a brown belt, and clean
manicured man-fingers unzipping the fly. A soft flaccid cock was pulled out and held to my
lips.
A leather crop bit into my left ass cheek. I jerked forward to escape it bumping my face
into the cock.
"Take the cock in your mouth, girl," Master James` voice said from behind me.
I opened my mouth and took the soft salty cock in. One more stinging lash but my cry was
muffled as I sucked and licked. The cock grew hard and pressed back on my tongue till I
gagged from it. The man`s hands in my hair held my head tight to his thrusting hips. I
heard his groans as I worked to take the cock tip pushing deep in my throat. I struggled
to breathe, gasping each time he pulled back a little. My mouth became slick with the
precum as the rhythm of his slow, deep strokes continued.
"Oh you cunt. You sweet whore. That`s it, that`s it. Suck me you bitch."
The strokes became short quick thrusting jabs. I took every inch in my throat and I knew,
oh God yes, I knew he was about to cum. Those big, soft balls lifted up and I actually
felt the force of the cum pumping up through the thick cock and exploding deep in my
throat on his final hard thrust. I was held tight to him, swallowing, nearly choking on
the volume of it. He finally let go and pulled out. One thick string of cum hung there
from the tip of his cock to my lip and then the fragile connection broke as he stepped
back. Cum dripped and oozed down my chin as another man stepped up. One hot strike of the
crop on my inner thigh and I groaned and opened my mouth again. I took the new cock inside
and was in heaven with the thick shaft pumping into me, twisting, screwing deep into my
throat. Hands began fucking the dildo and butt plug in and out of my holes and I heard
Master James` voice in my ear.
"Cum, bitch. Cum, girl."
I did. And as I was coming so hard, sweet Jesus, the cock in my mouth poured its thick
gooey seed down my throat.
They left me like that, dripping cum from my chin, with the dildo stuffed up my cunt and
the plug still deep in my ass. I didn`t care… I was floating.
Some time later, Master Robert returned and eased the plug out and then the dildo. I
shuddered as they were pulled from me. He laughed and told me I was wrong if I thought I
was going to get any more that evening. He unsnapped the cuffs and helped me to my feet.
"Get dressed and go home, girl, and be proud of those marks."
He led me back to the little room where my clothes were, where it all started. It was a
different girl who came back to those clothes and it was like …..Well, it was like my life
up till then had been a black and white photo that was now suddenly in color. I understood
then….I had to do this for ME.
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