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   Short Session



   I stand in the shower as the warm water flows over me and try to calm
the anticipation I feel.  As I wash and shave and smooth lotion over my
body, I become hyper aware of the touch of my own fingers on my skin.  I've
put on the underwear He has requested....red bra and panties.  They've been
altered to His specifications...holes cut for my nipples to poke
through...a long slit in the crotch to expose my cunt.  I finish dressing.
He has allowed me to dress fully today.  It will be later than ususal when
He arrives.

   I go next to the box of toys.  He has directed me to choose something
with which He can `torture me'.  My fingers linger over various straps and
ropes, whips and paddles.  I make my choice.  I pick up the cat-o-nine
tails.  It's not a large one but the tails are braided and tied in small
knots on each end.  I know its touch and shiver as I run one hand along its
handle.  I place it on the top of the box.

   It's nearly time for Him to arrive and I take a seat on the bed next to
Mistress's chair.  But, the time passes and He hasn't shown up.  It is very
unlike Him to be late.  Something must have delayed Him.

   Mistress carries on an easy, casual conversation with me to help pass
the time...echoing my thoughts that there may not be time for a `real
session' today.  It's hard to sit still and try to ignore the clock.  I've
been looking forward to this.  It's been quite a while since His last
visit. My body reminds me that it is more than ready.  Every time a change
position, I can feel the wet place between my legs.

   At last I hear His soft knock on the door and rise to open it for Him.
He sits next to me on the bed and greets Mistress and me.  He was delayed
an hour and a half for a meeting that only lasted ten minutes.  He offered
Mistress His apologies but made no move to indicate that anything else
might happen.

   I understood well enough that it was certainly not His fault and
definitely not His intention for this to happen.  And I was surprised at
the effect this had on me.  Or, should I say, the depth of it.  I hadn't
realized, I guess, how frustrated I would be.

   They were having a pleasant conversation and I was included in it. 
However, I needed a few minutes to myself to try and calm what I was
feeling.  I used going to the bathroom as an excuse for those few minutes.

   "Have only your underwear on when you come out of there." Ah, so perhaps
all was not as lost as it appeared.

   "Yes, Sir", I answered.











   I did as told and came out with my head lowered to stand in front of
Him. He cuffed my wrists and ankles and guided me face down on the bed.  He
asked what instrument I had chosen and I told Him.  The blindfold was
slipped over my head and He went to get it.  He didn't use it first though.
His hand landed loud and hard on my ass and immediately my mind and body
switched their focus.

   "Feed", my mind said, "take what He gives you and relish each morsel."
Without anymore thought, I centered entirely on Him.  The hand fell on the
other side of my ass and I raised it in supplication for more.  I was
rewarded with another pair.  Then, He began with the whip.  Soft strokes
touched me and gradually increased..not as hard as I wished, but more than
enough to rouse my body fully.  He did this for a few minutes.  His hand
found it's way between my legs when the lash stopped.  I was very soon
stimulated to the point of asking to cum.  Permission was given.  I did
have an intense climax....followed by another and another as His fingers
continued to work in my cunt and on my clit.

   He sat me up then and unzipped His pants.  I sucked His cock and balls
as directed and felt Him stiffen and lengthen in my mouth.  But He withdrew
Himself without cumming.  I was brought to more climaxes and, when He'd
finished, was laying on my back on the bed, catching my breath.

   The next thing I heard was the sound of His zipper going back up.  He
had to leave.  I was still somewhat days as I said good-bye and He went His
way.  Dazed...but very relieved.  Even though it had been very short, it
had been quite intense.  I think it was so because I'd already resigned
myself to believing that there wouldn't be anything at all.

   When He told me to come out of the bathroom, my body leapt at the
opportunity and milked it for all it was worth.  One never knows just how
things might turn out.