The Bookstore Adventure

After about twenty minutes, the door opened and a very attractive blonde came into the room. She looked like a hooker, due to the super mini skirt, halter-top, and those good old fuck me super heels on. But she also looked very familiar. She came over to me and said. Don't you remember me? I kept shaking my head and she said you and I were hanging around the warehouse this morning. Remember now? My eyes must have gotten very large, for she had this laugh and said that things have changed since this morning. No kidding. She looked good enough to eat!!! A true trans-gender.

She said her name was Sissy, and that her Masters name was Master Z. She said he is from Europe and his name is so hard to pronounce that he just went by either Master Z or Mr. Z. She said that she had been with Master Z for four years. She said he is a good and fair taskmaster, but did not like mistakes and was very upset with today's BDSM people and their lack of proper protocol. Master was of the old school and expected a Master or Mistress to show proper respect and responsibility for owning a slave. He was a firm believer that when doing any scene that it was important that both parties gain a measure of enjoyment. It was his choice as to how much and when, but that a happy and content slave would be a good and loyal slave.

Sissy indicated to me that Master Z had sent her to me to prepare me for the next venue. She handed me a pair of leather ankle and wrist cuffs. She then asked me if I have a SAFE word? I said yes and that the word was PICKLE. She asked if I had ever used it to stop a scene. I answered no. Sissy looked surprised and asked how heavy I played during a flogging.

I started to explain that the people that i had played with in the past, looked at a flogging/beating scene like a cross country or marathon event, not a sprint. I would be strung up for several hours. The Dom's would start off slowly with somewhat light leather floggers and during the remaining time begin to build not only the pace of strokes but would keep changing equipment until my back and shoulders would be seeping body fluids and blood all down my backside. It would normally take a week to ten days for my back to heal enough for me to safely play again.

She asked me how I could play for so long and I told her that after about fifteen to twenty minutes, much like a runner, I would get into a mind set, where I began to move my mind outside my body and begin to direct the pain away from it center and direct it to other parts of my world. Once I was there, unless someone or something interrupted us, I would ride a wave of super emotions. I have tried to explain what those feelings are like. But it's difficult. You are letting yourself go, both physically and mentally. A conductor, who is building up for the final verse or note, is playing your mind and your body like a musical score. When you reach that point, it's as if someone has put a plug into you and literally drained all of your strength and emotions from your body. I would just hang in the cuffs and when taken down would curl up in a fetal position.

We had spent too long talking and Sissy indicated that I was to follow her and to hurry, that it would not be good to keep Master Z waiting. As we entered the next room, I could see what looked like a doorframe in the middle of the room and what looked like bookends. As we got closer, I noticed that the bookends looked very female, even in their all black attire. I had to guess that it was slave Linda and slave A. They were totally encased in black thin rubber. There seemed to be some type of pole that was between their legs. It appeared that they were straddling some kind of devise and could only guess that they both had at least one plug and more than likely two plugs in them. I could see no arms, so I guessed that they were bent behind them. I could see no outside straps of any kind, but there was no movement out of either one of them.

As we got closer, Master Z entered and I just drooled. Master was wearing black leather pants, with a front snap crotch pouch, and boots. He was bare chest and had a single nipple ring in his left nipple. Master looked very well oiled and in the mood. Master instructed Sissy to put me into position in the frame. After I was strung up, Master stepped in front of me. He took the butt end of a flogger and ran it up and down my body, much like you would do with a feather. It was having the desired effect, because my body began to respond. My nipples were getting stiff and so was my cock. Master noticed that and reached down with a gloved hand and gave my balls a good squeeze.

Master Z stepped back and instructed Sissy to come down and to kneel in front of him. Master said that he always liked a little head before doing a scene. Sissy was well versed in this as she reached up and began to unsnap the pouch. When the pouch dropped a flaccid but well shaped cock was in front of her face. As she began, she started by taking the cock in her hand and kissing the head. After a few moments, I watched as she then took just the head into her mouth. I could tell that she was licking the head in her mouth. As Master Z cock began to grow, I noticed that Master Z had a barbell piercing at the base of his cock, where the sac and cock meet. About the same time, Sissy took the entire length into her mouth. By now Master is really enjoying himself. This went on for some time and it just made he hotter and hotter. Abruptly Master Z withdrew from Sissy and said that was enough.

As Sissy worked on getting Master Z's cock back within the confines of the pouch, the lights in the room began to dim and I began to hear some very heated music playing. Master Z came up behind me. I felt his body up against mine and both of his hands reached around and grasped both of my nipple rings and began to twist them oh so slowly back and forth. He whispered in my ear that I was his for now and that I was about to begin on a journey that I had not traveled in a long time. About that time a ball gag was forced into my mouth and before I could recover, an old style OBA (Oxygen Breathing Apparatus) with the lenses painted black was pulled over my face and the straps pulled tight.

For a moment, I began to panic. Gagged the way I was I could not use my safe word even if I needed to. About that time, I again felt and heard Master Z whisper in my ear. As he was speaking, he put a tennis ball in each of my hands. Master explained that if I needed him to slow down, to drop the ball in my left hand. I was instructed that if or when I reached a point that I could not endure any more to drop the ball in my right hand, but to be sure for it would end at that very moment. Master explained that since I did not belong to him and was here as a guest that this time he would honor my limits. He then added that based on what he had been told that he did not expect that to happen for quite a while.

Even though there was music playing in the room, it seemed very quite and still. All my senses were listening or anticipating the start. I did not have long to wait. The first blow caused me a start. Not from the pain, but just from not expecting it. It felt and sounded like a softer leather flogger, but with a little weight to it. The next blow was a bit harder. It seemed that Master Z was intent on warming me up for a bit. I would guess that Sissy had passed that bit of information to Master Z at some point.

The constant changing of equipment by Master Z, kept me guessing, but also was doing a very good job of getting me to where I wanted, no needed to be. He would switch from a single flogger to a two handed attack. Then a flapper and then a thumper and then back to a flogger, all the time changing the power and frequency of the blows.

I noticed that the music and the beating seemed to match. It was really as if Master Z was a music conductor and that the music, my body and the beating were all part of the program. I did not know how long I had been strung up, but I could tell that we were beginning to get more serious. The heaviness of the tools Master was using and the power that was being applied was having its desired effect. I could tell from the blows that my muscles were aching and felt tight, from constant striking. My back felt very hot compared to the rest of my body. I was concerned that I would not be able to last as long, but did not want to be a disappointment to anyone.

Just about that time, I felt what must have been a rabbit fur glove being moved softly on my back. I mean my goose bumps had goose bumps. It caused me to move about, just as if I had been struck by a flogger. I heard Master Z chuckle at me. But just as quickly the hardest blow that I had been dealt so far struck me. Its suddenness and power caused me to rise up on my toes and stretch my arms as much as I could. Four or five more quick hard blows and I was laboring to breath and had begun to move about within the chains.

My trip had begun and as I was moving about, I felt not pain, but a feeling of peace. My body was showing that I was still very much on earth and reacting to the beating, but my mind and spirit were beginning that wonderful journey. I was beginning to moan and in spite of the pain, I was feeling very aroused.

All of a sudden the trip I was on went into warp drive. I felt, no heard the pop of a single tail and something that felt like a bee sting on my back. That was followed by a rapid succession of pops and stings. I never seemed to be struck twice in the same spot, which just kept fueling me higher and higher. Master Z was a Master with the whip. I kept climbing and climbing. Somehow, I still clung to the two balls as I was racing to somewhere; I had not been since before my Mistress had passed away.

As I began that climb up the final trail, I honestly felt like I was floating on a cloud. I knew that I was almost at a point of a brain overload. When I have reached that point in the past, I do not pass out, but I come very close to it.

All of a sudden, I had a very powerful sensation in my groin area. It would see that Master Z had something else in mind for me. I felt a very wet and soft mouth taking my cock deeper and deeper into their mouth. Even with my Prince Albert, they were beginning to deep throat me. As the blows on my back seemed to gain in force, it caused me to force my cock even deeper into that person's mouth. I was apparently going to be brought to a physical and mental climax. I hoped my heart was up for it.

My body began to quiver and I was becoming very weak in the legs. I was at the point that I could not focus on either the sex part or the pain part. Just as I felt a very sharp strong pain in my back, I also experienced an eruption, as my cock exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms that I had felt in some time. Neither my body nor my mind could take anymore. I remembered dropping both of the balls, but that was it.

When I woke up, I was lying in the bondage bed in my dungeon. I thought I had been dreaming. As I began to try and move, I realized that what had happened was not a dream. I had a t-shirt on and it was stuck to my back from the blood and body fluids, and I could hardly move. I was very confused. How had I got back home and why? Had I failed the test? Had I done that poorly? I sat up on the side of bed and tried to get my legs under me. I rose and gingerly walked into the kitchen area. There on the counter was an envelope addressed to me. I was torn between anger and hurt, but I knew that I had to read the letter. I decided that I needed to shower and put on a clean shirt first.

After the shower, I felt better and was in a better frame of mind about the letter. The worst that had happened was that I had experienced a couple of days that were almost worth writing about. Anything beyond that would be great.

I opened the letter. It was addressed from Master, but I could tell that slave Linda had written it. He expressed his pleasure of having played with me and hoped that I had carried that same feeling to this point. He was however very candid about my becoming property of him. Master was totally committed to slave Linda and were he looking to add a male to his stable, he would have no problem with adding me, but at the moment that was not an option. However, Master Z and the Lady Dom had asked him about me.

His letter closed with a private phone number to him, with instructions to contact him two days from now. I was to inform him, if I were interested in a follow-up interview with either of the other two. I already knew my answer and was already counting the hours until I placed that call.

I was growing tired and went into the dungeon and lay back down on the bed. I began to thing about with being with Master Z and Sissy or Mistress and slave A. Funny, but I had not heard the Mistress, called anything other than just Mistress. Well maybe I will get to find out. Instead of counting sheep, I was reliving the last 72 hours. I fell into a deep and happy sleep.