My training begins with reminders of lessons from the past; I must dress to my Master’s standards, and present myself to him. Master is beautiful and frightening; he is wearing black jeans, shiny black garrison boots, and a black leather vest. I feel my pulse speed up, just looking at him. Then I drop my eyes in submission, and sit at his feet. I am wearing my collar and cuffs, nothing else. Master asks me how I like his new boots. In answer, I kiss each one. He orders me to lie down in front of him and uses me as a footstool while he finishes his television program. I feel the slick leather of his boots on my upturned ass. Master turns off the tv and orders me to his room. I hear him following me as I crawl to the bedroom across the carpeted floor. The buckles on my cuffs are jingling across the parquet flooring as I crawl quickly down the hallway. My heavy breasts are swinging under me as I scuttle as quickly as I can.

Once I’m in the bedroom, Master orders me to kneel up on the bed, facing the wall. I do as he says, and he begins wrapping the rope around me. There is fifty feet of rope, he uses it to tie tightly around each breast, tying them behind my back to pull them apart, then around my chest again. He ties the rope off at my breastbone, then runs it down my belly, between my pussy lips, up the crack of my ass, and loops it over the rope around my chest. The rope then snakes back down the crack of my ass, pulls my pussy lips apart, and is tied back at my breastbone. The binding is so tight I can just barely take a deep breath. My breasts are like two round melons in front of me and the skin is tight and shiny. He tells me to get onto my hands and knees, then to lie on my belly on the bed. I can feel my bound breasts under me. I am very aware of them. They are hot and hard under my weight. The ropes between my pussy lips are rubbing against my hard little clit. He uses the end of the rope to tie my wrist cuffs together, then pulls my ankles up to my wrists and binds me tightly.

Master grabs hold of my shoulder and flips me onto my back. I whimper when my hands are trapped under me. My breasts and pussy are painfully exposed. Master takes his riding crop and flicks the leather flapper over my nipples. I gasp in pain and pleasure.

"You know what, slut?" he asks me in a low, sexy voice. "The rope is framing your little clit. It’s sticking right out for me. Now what do you think I should do with it?"

I shake my head, and moan, knowing he is planning to lash my clit with the riding crop. Master takes out my bridle and fits the bit between my teeth. He then buckles it tightly behind my head. To my surprise, I feel the bite of the flogger across my breasts instead of the sting of the crop on my clit. I hear Master laugh. He continues to flog my tightly bound tits, paying close attention to my erect nipples. Every now and again, he takes a break from flogging my nipples to pull on my nipple rings. I moan and gasp through the gag. I am thrusting my hips forward, just like the slut Master called me. Master then takes the flogger to my thighs and my pussy mound. I am pushing my hips forward to meet the kiss of the lash. I want to come so badly.

Master puts down the flogger and picks up my big pink dildo. He pushes it into my wet pussy, and starts fucking me hard with it, then flicks my nipples with the crop again. I am grunting with each thrust, and moaning with pleasure. I know that Master is lashing me much harder than usual. It feels wonderful. He stops fucking me with the dildo but leaves it in place, then takes my vibrator and holds it against my clit. I moan deeply and start humping against the vibrator. I strain against all my bonds with my impending orgasm.

"Please, please, whip my tits," I beg through the gag. I don’t know how he even understands me. He grabs the flogger and starts whipping my nipples vigorously. The combination of sensation pushes me over the edge, hard.

"Oh, cumming, cumming, cumming!" I scream from behind the gag. I feel the orgasm throughout my entire body. It ripples up from the soles of my feet right over the top of my head. My breasts and pussy are throbbing in time with my quickened heartbeat.

"That one was for you, slut," he tells me through my shuddering. "This one is for me. Come again. Come for me."

I am so sensitive. I don’t want another orgasm right away. Master is pressing the vibrator against my clit, though. I try to twist away from him, but he lashes the insides of my thighs with the crop, forcing me onto my back, with my legs spread. He slides the vibrator over my slick pussy lips, and pulls on my hard nipples.

"Please, please, please," I am begging, but I don’t even know what it is that I’m asking for anymore. Do I want him to stop? Or do I want him to keep going, forever and ever?

My second orgasm rips through me violently. I scream into my gag. "Cumming!" I cry out, then flip myself quickly onto my side to stop him from torturing my erect clit. Master pushes me all the way over onto my belly again and begins lashing my back and ass.

"You are going to come again, slut. You know you want it," he growls at me. The feeling of the lash is so good. It’s like the best massage I have ever had. I moan, and cry, and scream into the pillows under my head. I strain against my bonds. I push my ass up in the air to meet the lash. I know Master has never flogged me this hard before. I also know that I want him to do this, I am begging him to do it harder! All of a sudden, I can feel myself coming again, just from the tension in my body, and the kiss of the lash.

I scream and scream into the pillows. My whole body is shaking and I know my pussy juices are leaving a big, damp spot on the bed. This is my first orgasm I have ever had from flogging alone. I know Master is proud of me. Master is stroking my back and undoing my wrists and ankles. He orders me up on my knees and starts laboriously untying me. As he unties the rope from around my breasts, I experience an incredible head rush. I look down and notice the beautiful purple bruises on my breasts, souvenirs of my excellent orgasms. I smile and trace them with my freed fingers.

Master has me lie back down on the bed, with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. He orders me to masturbate while he fucks my mouth. I scratch over my wet pussy with my fingernails and pull on my nipple rings as his thick cock slides in and out of my throat. I am moaning around his hard cock. He begins spanking my breasts with his hands, and I get closer and closer to my last come of the night. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and spurts his cum over my breasts and face. I lick the cum off my lips, and have my final orgasm of the evening.

After I have finished shuddering and have started to relax, Master leads me into the shower. He lovingly soaps down my body, and apologises for the bruises, but I just thank him for the wonderful reminders of a fantastic scene. He washes me carefully, then washes himself. Master and I dry off, then he tucks me into bed. The warm covers are pulled up over my naked body.

"I love you, Master," I tell him.

"I love you, my dearest," he tells me, then kisses me goodnight.