          The phone conversation had been short but the message had been
     interesting enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a
     friend, a stranger to her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped
     her hardening nipples did not show through her blouse or that anyone
     geussed she was getting wet between her legs. Her Master was bringing
     someone new for her o satisfy along with him. She wondered all day
     about what he would have her do, what they would do to her that night.

          She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in the
     play room. The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of mats,
     leather padded furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the
     pleasure they sought. The girl had served many men and women in this
     room and had endured much pleasure and pleasure/pain. Each time it was
     different as each of life's experiences are different for those who
     know where to look and how to look.

          The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles playing
     across her taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold chain
     around her waist. She waited with anticipation and was tempted to
     touch herself, to rub her clit and pinch her nipples as she waited for
     the men. She did so momentarily but remembered that her pleasure was
     greatest when she waited to take her pleasure at her Master's hands
     and under his knowledge.

          The men arrived on time and entered the playroom accompanied by
     the music and the candlelight. She knew to greet the Stranger and she
     went to him, looking into his eyes and running her fingers up and down
     his chest. She licked his nipples and then kissed him softly. Then she
     looked to her Master who smiled warmly and motioned toward the wall.

          They stood the Stranger against the warm, padded wall and placed
     his wrists in leather thongs firmly attached to the wall. His arms
     were now held above his head.

          She looked again to the Master who smiled, looked down at the
     man's semi- erect cock and then to the Girl. "Make him feel
     excrutiating pleasure while I watch. Make him beg for release. Serve
     him well and I will be pleasured also."

          She began by pressing her nude body against his, close against
     the wall. Licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders as her hard
     breasts brushed against his chest. She leaned forward and bit his ears
     and kissed him hard and long on the mouth. Her tongue let him know its
     skill and what it would do to him shortly. The Girl moved slowly
     downward, licking his chest and biting his nipples as she dropped to
     her knees. By the time she reached his cock he was almost hard.

          Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and then the other
     surfaces of his warm rod. She looked up at him and saw his approval
     and then over to her Master, who was slowly stroking his cock in
     voyeuristic delight. She held the cock tightly in her hand and began
     to slurp and suck just the head, being careful not to go any further.
     Her tongue licked the tiny slit at the end and traced invisible wet
     lines around the edge.

          She looked up at him again and saw the pleasure building in his
     face.

          The Girl took his cock in her mouth and began to suck in
     earnest. Slow strokes taking more and more of his warm rod into her
     mouth, lips holding and caressing him. Saliva building until slurping
     and sucking sounds could be heard clearly above the quiet background
     music.

          The Stranger was very high now and after looking into his glazed
     eyes again, she began to deep throat him. Hers was a communication
     with her subject with his eyes and the trmors through his body telling
     her much about what he felt and what he needed for his satisfaction.

          The Master watched all of this with a smile, applying oil to his
     cock and continuing to stroke its full length, slowly but without ever
     stopping. The clue, he had learned long ago, was to escalate pleasure
     until it is pain or almost so, and not to let the subject decide when
     he or she receive relief. Another must do that. He had taught her how
     to do that to men; how to make herself a true instrument of pleasure.
     She would do that for this man and later they would both do the same
     to her, in the ways she needed.

          He gained satisfaction not just in teaching her and deriving
     pleasure from her, but in watching her pleasure others. So many men
     are only boys, still making snide remarks among themselves about what
     they had experienced the night before or drooling over crass girly
     magazines. For them sex was still dirty, something of the schoolyard
     even though they might be decades older. For him, and for the Girl,
     pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an expansion of the mind
     and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day existence.

          And as he watched hew realized all over again what an artist she
     was. Watching her was like watching a great dancer. Her lips and mouth
     on his cock, the expressions on her face, the careful movement of
     hands and fingers. She knew how to play men like instruments. He saw
     the strong muscles of her back and legs and the long dark hair down
     her back. He heard the smacking and slurping sounds as she sucked this
     man into oblivion and it was more enticing than most music. Months
     before he had had a video camera system installed in the play room.
     Everything they all did that night would be recorded and at another
     time she would suck him while he watched it all over again.

          Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked his
     balls. The Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she must
     watch him closely as he neared his point of saturation. She stopped,
     looked up into his eyes and clamped her strong fingers around the base
     of his cock. The Stranger cringed and begged her not to stop. The
     Master smiled as she looked to him. After the Stranger had cooled down
     a bit she sat back on her haunches and began to slowly finger herself
     as he watched. She looked directly into his eyes as she worked
     herself. He squirmed, unable to finish himself off.

          Finally she leaned forward again and began sucking him again.
     Her mouth met the contours of his rock hard penis, tongueing the
     sensitive spots, letting him feel her throat and then stopping again
     when he got too close.

          Then she sat back again and ran two fingers against her clit and
     into her vagina for his and her Master's enjoyment. She looked at her
     Master who had been stroking himself and maintaining control
     throughout. She wondered what he would do. When the Stranger came
     would we walk the two steps over, bear her face before him and come on
     it?

          She turned her attention back to the Stranger who was rapidly
     crossing the border between pleasure/pleasure and pleasure/pain.
     Nothing she had done was painful in the usual sense of the word, quite
     the opposite. But she knew how to prevent him from gaining his release
     and that was causing him much distress and the tension built in his
     balls and cock, in his heart and lungs and in his legs. He could not
     be still now and the Master warned him that if he were not still he
     would never order her to finish him off.

          The ceremony had gone on for an hour now. The Stranger was
     holding in place but was shaking and crying in pleasure/pain. She was
     especially hot to him now, asking him in a soft voice if he wanted to
     come on her. Blowing hot breath against his cock and balls. Slurping
     loudly as she sucked him and licking his balls as she deep throated
     him and buried her nose in his pubic hair at the end of a long slow
     stroke.

          Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Master nod slightly in
     signal.

          She reached behind him and stuck a wetted finger in the Stranger
     ass and quickly inserted it up to the second knuckle. She began to
     stroke his cock swiftly in tip to base strokes, the wet cock making
     shlapp! sounds each time she did so. The Stranger shook even more now,
     so much so that she thought he might pass out. And then he began to
     thrash about wildly in his bonds and scream. heading snapping to and
     fro.

          His cock had been pointed slightly upward and the cum which had
     been building up in larger and larger quantities during his ordeal
     suddenly spurted in gobs across the gap to her neck, breasts and chin.
     As soon as the first spurt was out she devoured him quickly, burined
     his quivering rod in her mouth and then her throat. Sucking him hard
     and long until he was dry... and still. The Stranger cried in relief.
     The Master still stood, muscles distended but still in control of
     himself, and the performance.


          After a period of time the Stranger had regained some measure of
     composure and was released from his bonds. No sooner had he been
     released than the Master supervised the Girl's tying.

          Using the same leather thongs attached to the wall she was
     positioned almost standing with her hands spread against the wall and
     her legs spread as well. Among policmen the world over this is
     commonly know as "the position" subjects assume against a wall while
     they are searched. Facing a wall, the individual is bent slightly with
     legs spread and hands spread flat and apart on the wall. Only the
     Girl's hands were tied to the wall and the position ensured that
     although her legs were not tied, she had very limited freedom of
     movement.

          The Stranger knelt between her legs now in front of her, his
     back to the wall and began to eat her. Soon she would find one of the
     reasons why the Master had brought this particular man along tonight.
     He could do to her what she had just done to him...and with equal
     skill.

          He licked her slit and sucked roughly on her clit as a finger
     was inserted inside her. After a period of watching the Master
     approached and stuck one of his fingers into her ass and fucked her
     with his finger as she squirmed against her bonds.

          The Master moved to her side and pulled gently on her nipple
     rings and then took two pieces of twine and tied them to the rings.
     The lines were then run to the wall through two separate rings
     attached to the wall. At the end of each line the Master tied a small
     weight. A small lead weight like a fishing sinker, except these were
     encased in black velvet. In this way, there would be a constant tug on
     her nipples and if she moved sharply the weights would be pulled and
     bounce and tug a bit more. They would be like two extra hands pinching
     her nipples as the Master used his own hands elsewhere.

          The Stranger ministrations and the weights on her nipples had
     placed the girl in a state of escalating pleasure, frustrated by the
     position which prevented her from moving too much and posed a
     challange to her strong back and legs. Both the Stranger and the
     Master were enjoying watching her squirm and watching her fine muscles
     stand out against the tension of her position.

          The Master began to sftly stroke her ass and back, massaging the
     well toned and tanned muscles, fingering her anus.

          And then he slapped her across the ass. Smoothing her ass and
     then, slap! And again, slap! Now she had to contend with real
     pleasure/pain. The expert tongue on her cunt and a finger exploring
     her vagina. The weights on her nipples and now her Master's spanking.
     He continued until her ass was red.

          He then began to lick it. Slowly all over. The cheeks, her anus,
     everything. She had to continue squirming being probed and worked on
     all sides.  And then she felt the soft tip of her Master large cock at
     the entrance of her vagina. A second later he had sunk into her up to
     his balls. She was suddenly filled. She felt his strong legs against
     the back of hers.

          The passion that had built in him as he had watched her suck the
     Stranger and as he had watched the Stranger cause her to squirm in her
     bonds was now directed through his fucking. He slid in and out of her
     with long strokes while the Stranger continued the dance of his tongue
     on her clit and the weights pulled on her nipples.

          The Master reached around and forward and taking the placed of
     the weights, took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard.
     She inhaled sharply. He continued fucking her hard and fast. The room
     filled with their animal sounds. She came again and again and she knew
     that her pressure would be that the Master might not let her rest,
     that he would keep her coming until she collpased against the wall or
     until he was ready to satisfy himself.

          They continued, the three of them as the perspiration ran down
     her lovely muscled back and as her juices ran down her legs and over
     the Stranger's face. Sweat had broken out on her brow and the salty
     liquid stung her eyes as it dripped down her face. She sounded like an
     animal in heat, breathing like a marathon runner. The sensations came
     from her cunt, her nipples and her clit and there was also the strain
     from her legs and back which had been building from the position they
     were in.

          The Master motioned to the Stranger to pick up the dildo nearby
     and the plastic cock replaced the real one as the Master stood back
     momentarily. The Stranger was now running the dildo in and out of her
     as he licked her clit. The Master poised himself and placed his cock
     at her ass. Slowly he entered her and when he had done so he moved his
     hips in a rotating motion along with the penetrations and withdrawals.
     The tightness was what he wanted and as he reached forward again to
     pinch her nipples he could feel the cum flowing from his balls,
     finally being welcomed by his self control.

          She was coming again and he decided to join her. Grunted and
     burying his face in her wet back, he came in her ass as she bucked
     violently against him. Their screams came in unison and her body
     tensed once more.

          Bonds released, the three lay on the mat like athletes just
     having completed a hard one game. Panting, in a pile and slumped
     against each other to take in the smells and tastes and each others
     warmth.
