123. SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER. Part 3

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123. SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER. Part 3123. SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER. Part 3 SaturdayAt nine exactly I invited them both to join me for breakfast. Both Tom and Sarah were both dressed in white dressing gowns as I had instructed and appeared surprisingly calm and composed. Tom and I ate a full English breakfast whilst Sarah just nibbled at some toast. Over the coffee I told Sarah I had decided to give her a “strapping” and to make things a bit more interesting I produced a pack of cards and told her she would have to choose three cards, Tom and I would pick just one each. I shuffled the pack then spread the pack face down on the table-top that way it would be a random selection, at best she would receive 6 strokes, but to achieve that would need 4 aces and a two, at worse four kings and a queen would get her 64 strokes. I asked if she understood, and she nodding in answer, she reminded me that she had never experienced more than a dozen strokes before but for both of us she would attempt to receive more.I told her that it would be more than attempt and then I smiled and went to the kitchen, and as I suspected they chatted in the time I was away. I returned and Sarah said; “Master, I’m looking forward to pushing my boundaries beyond my expectations. If you want Tom to strap me we have both agreed that’s it’s something we would like to try”. She went on “you and particularly Tom may need to be prepared when you hear me sobbing and screaming out and I hope this is something you can both accept without intervention. I wish to present myself to you so you have full access to walk around my restrained body and would prefer to be secured with my hands and wrists above my head and in a standing position sir.”I said firmly “OK, pick the cards and leave them face down, as it`s his first time, Tom will just administer the number of strokes that are on his card this time.” Sarah picked a card, then Tom his, she another two, and then finally myself. I scooped up the rest and then told her to go and prepare herself returning by 11am for “her corrective punishment”. Before she left I gave her a pair of black leather wrist cuffs and she nodded her understanding as she left. My consulting room is 15 by 20 feet; it has no windows and its 12 feet floor to ceiling. There is a large central hook, firmly screwed into an oak beam, originally used for an old oil lamp before I had electric lighting installed, at least one old boy in the village refers to as “The devils lightning”, we call it electricity but that`s the local level!At a few minutes to 11 Sarah appeared as I had instructed still dressed in her white dressing gown, her high heels clicked against the stone floor breaking the silence in the room. I silently motioned her under the ceiling hook. Without a word she allowed the cotton gown slide from her shoulders handing it to Tom. She wore a black lacy bra with the shoulder straps down, and a pair of tiny black lacy matching panties. The leather cuffs were already fitted to her wrists and her hair was tied up clear of her shoulders. Her make-up immaculate, eyes mascaraed, lipstick perfect she looked gorgeous but I could detect a slight nervous trembling in her body. “Are you ready?” She nodded“Have you toileted?” She nodded again“Pick a safe word please” I said, she picked the word “Jimmy” then explained “it was an old friends name from the internet!”I handed Tom the rope end, then expertly flicked the rope over the hook. She then offered me her wrist cuffs knowing she was in effect subserviently giving me her pale body. She kicked off her shoes, kissed Tom, and said “please” then nodded at the rope. He raised the rope till her hands were over her head tight. He tied it off to the cleat.Tom brought the cards. I said to Tom “I will administer the rest, but you are going to do your card as agreed, ok Tom.” He looked a little nervous so Sarah turned to him “Please Tom, just try it for me this once”.I turned the first card, the two of hearts, showed her the well used black leather strap over 4 feet long and 2” wide to which she smiled faintly and nodded once more. I asked if she minded if I removed her bra, she said “Sir are my master today and I wish to give you full access to my willing body” I looked across at Tom who locked eyes with his secure wife, hung waiting for his decision, and then he slowly nodded, I walked behind her and unclipped the lacy bra strap and threw the thing on a chair, her lovely breasts sagged and both she and I knew they would soon be “striped” by her husband- his eyes betrayed his excitement.Without hesitation I swung the leather and struck her lovely curvy ass on the left cheek, thwack, the sound echoed from the four blank walls, her body jerked involuntarily, and she gasped, closed her eyes held her breath and then waited a second. I struck at the other cheek, with much the same effect. Her eyes open now showing signs of watering watching me hand the leather strap to Tom as he waited to her left for the turn of the card…It was the 3 of clubs.Tom looked relieved it was not a high number; he raised his arm, and then swung the strap experimentally. “Tom” I instructed, “remove your gown”, he looked a little confused for a moment then without a sound let if fall to the floor exposing his already hardening small penis.Her eyes never left the swinging strap end, Sarah and I both knew he was scared, the feeling of power almost too much for him as he glanced at me before swinging the cruel leather strap. She braced herself and leather hit soft skin, a vivid red stripe appeared across her belly and she gasped, I could see the mascara running with her tears as she sobbed.The sound she made had encouraged him, the leather swung high in an arc, Splat, leather on pale breast skin, leaving the stripe, wide, stinging, as we both knew it would on her pale left breast, she screamed, tears fell, black muddy dribbles began tracking down the soft face, gasping for air, she didn’t see the next arrive, splat it flattened the other breast, then fell away leaving its tell tale stripe. As she screamed once more, he dropped the strap; stepped away and sat down; it was difficult to read his face or thoughts, elation, or resignation his face a mask but his penis was hard as a rock. The next card she realised was a 12, and her breath sounded loud as she took in the implications. She mumbled “the rest please” and I realised it was her wish to see what lay ahead.I turned the next, the King of hearts lay bare, and then the 4 of diamonds, her eyes now like organ stops as she added up the strokes to come, 12, 13 and 4 it came to 29 in all. Her face drained, I said to remember her safe word, but she shook her head, it was obviously a good indication that she was determined to go the whole way.The stripes she had were now faded to livid pink, contrasting with the tanned areas and paler skin where the bikini had covered. She grated at me “Do it, Please just do it now” and I swung the leather once more,Tom began to count his eyes fixed on her face, striped now with black mascara runs, as tears fell, and she began to wail, her body twisting in its pain, as each swipe cracked against her body, six, seven the strokes regular, her legs flailing about as she desperately tried to avoid the straps embrace. Her body a maze of red lines, it was not easy to pick a target as she swung crazily 19, 20, I became aware of Tom his voice high with excitement as each stroke landed, his hand gripping his hard shaft, 23, her voice a scream in one long awful loud note now, 24, 25, a look of bliss crossing Toms face as that last stroke fell. It was over, she hung from the hook slumped, he released the rope, and she slumped to the cold stone floor, lay back and opened her legs. Snuffling now as she lay gasping to take in air to tortured lungs, I began to realise I had had a spontaneous climax, wet trousers clinging to damp legs proof of my huge finish without so much as a touch to my 6.5” member. I was aware of Tom scooping up the damaged body, Sarah limp but coherent, eyed me from glassy eyes, and said “thank you master” then she was carried by her husband, no doubt to be bathed, and to sleep. Next day they put their case in the car before coming to breakfast prior to getting away home, I said I hoped there were no ill effects, to which she said she was marked “from neck to knee but was proud of her performance and felt better now.” I hoped that was referring to the whole weekend.I looked at Tom but I could see was still struggling with his emotions and he did not comment one way or the other, so I said after breakfast if they wished I would show them the hobby room.” They both said they would like to see that so as soon as the meal was over I stood and led them to my garage, they followed me into the small workshop at the rear. Behind the lathe stood like a row of sentinels a row of three, full length, green painted double cupboard doors. I opened each in turn like a proud father the first two held tools on racks. The third though to their surprise, opened into a short passageway at the end of which there was a black void.I flicked on a bank of light switches and the gloom instantly dispelled to reveal the unlined chalk cave, about 11 feet in diameter 40 feet long had been given spot lighting, heating, a wooden floor and a far end wall, and certain securing devices, such as a whipping bench, a lifting tackle, (though that took some making as the roof is soft and the chalk crumbly so it took the form of an A frame gibbet over a shallow well, dug in the floor to gain the necessary height) both a st Andrews cross and a regular crucifix, one on each wall, a seated crucifix, and a stretching rack, complete the armoury. The stereo is pretty good for background music, as well as a tape that never misses a groan or a scream and a central camera that can be trained on any part of the room. A walk-in wardrobe of toys and securing devices are at the entrance end, Oh and as well as seating benches there`s a couple of wheelchairs, so that we can secure and position husbands or wives, or even occasionally gay partners who wish to watch but not participate. Sarah gasped, and quietly walked the length of the room, her fingers trailing on each individual piece of kit, running over the polished wood of each item, in a caress, that spoke of her joy and anticipation. She then turned to me and said that “she could not wait!”They needed to be away home for some family reason, but their faces said we should see one another again and sooner rather than later.They said their goodbyes, Sarah kissing me and whispering her thanks in my ear as we hugged.They said they would call soon I opened the gate and watched the sleek motor purr away.A week past, then a mail arrived, it said;Dear Silver MasterI wanted to write to you as soon as possible after our first “session” to give you my thoughts on what happened between us. I felt we had a real “connection” even though we barely know each other and I was touched by the care and concern you showed towards me when you clearly recognised my nervousness. You truly are a real Master and I’m so pleased I found you.Whilst I recognise that you were delivering a very “select” service to address my complex needs, I felt you were compassionate and sensitive and when you wanted to explore sexual closeness with me before we fully committed to each other, I was more than happy to oblige despite Toms reservations. It was a wonderful experience and you have a very satisfying body despite me thinking about how you would be abusing my body in the next few hours.I’m very good at controlling my feelings and outward appearance particularly to people I don’t know well, but inside my mind was tumbling with so many mixed emotions as I was genuinely concerned that you may have coerced Tom to go too far. Our married relationship is very complex and Tom has on the surface accepted my sexual demands and needs but I feel at times there is a certain distance and even hostility towards me. He knows certain details about my past sexual experiences but they don’t even begin to sit comfortably with him and I still have many secrets that I keep compartmentalised within my very being.When we drove away from your home I had so many thoughts running through my mind, we drove in complete silence not wanting to be the first to say anything; finally Tom asked how I was feeling? “Sore” I said and believe me I really was sore for the next few days after your joint merciless “strapping”. Tom replied with a half smile “he didn’t hold back did he?”Clearly Tom had stepped over his personal comfort line and entered my world and I think he was confused but exited at the same time. We didn’t say a great deal over the next few days while my “stripes” started to become less inflamed and subside. I admired my naked body in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom and saw a very different woman looking back at me. My usual milky white pale skin was abused, angry red marks were visible all over me as I traced the raised whelts on my breasts and stomach and thighs with my fingertips almost like exploring the raised textures of a masterpiece sculpture. You would be proud of me Master if you were here.Something had changed inside me, and although I knew the outward marks would soon heal and disappear what was in my mind would stay with me. I had experienced something that very few women would even consider, it was definitely very painful but in a way I felt quite proud of myself and very satisfied from our first encounter. So now I have had time to access our encounter Master, I would very much like to continue our professional relationship. I know we could develop a strong bond between us, and I feel a little sorry for Tom as in many respects he doesn’t really want me to continue seeing you but there is definitely some excitement under the surface and he knows better than trying to tell me what I can and can’t do…he doesn’t control me. I think the emotions that have surfaced are something he has trouble accepting. I look forward to meeting you again soon and will give careful thought to ways you can abuse and humiliate my body Yours trulySarah

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