A New Beginning Ch. 05

“OH MY GOD! Sir!” I all but hollered, “WOW Master, its.. its..its amazing!” I finally managed to stammer semi coherently.

My cunt had started to pulse and throb the minute I had stepped off the last stair, and my imagination had pictured me on every piece of equipment as I had spotted them. I had not seen such a well stocked dungeon since well ever. Even the one in the club was nowhere near as full as this.

“I’m glad you approve little one, as I think you will get to spend a fair amount of time in here!” He chuckled. “In fact I think you should have a hands on demo this afternoon.”

“Oh, erm, well grand, dandy thanks Master.” I gulped, sod being coherent I was too excited at the prospect of being able to please him in the playroom to worry about that!

His laugh was accompanied by his hand resting on my arm leading me gently back up the stairs to the kitchen. Silky took one look at the pair of us and laughed.

“I’m guessing you liked what you saw Alannah!?”

“Mmmmm yeah.” I was still down in the basement in my thoughts, wondering what was going to happen after lunch.

“I don't think we are going to get much sense out of her at the moment Silky sweetie! Lets eat though as that looks wonderful and a bit of food may well bring her back to the present!”

As we took our seats at the table the conversation was barely registering, I answered questions with the briefest of answers and ate the lunch Silky had prepared. The excitement was mingling with a hint of fear which is what to me made submission so alluring. The venture into the great unknown, the relinquishing of power over your body to someone you trusted enough to value that gift. I trusted Master, but it would be our first real scene and I briefly wondered if I was ready for it.

“Thank you Silky, that was a wonderful lunch, I think an hour relaxing in the garden is in order before this afternoon's session begins. I never like to play on a full stomach.”

My heart sank further into my chest, it had been sitting in my throat since returning from the basement. I knew it was sensible to let my lunch go down but I just wanted to get the session started.

“Silky leave the cleaning up till afterwards, you can do that whilst me and Alannah are otherwise occupied.” I could here the teasing in his voice.

The next hour was quite possibly the longest hour of my life, time seemed to go backwards every time I looked at my watch. Master and I were sat on a matched pair of reclining sun loungers in their upright position as Silky demonstrated the various positions that she was meant to have shown me yesterday, before our bath got slightly out of hand. Thankfully they were the same positions as Dietmar had taught me all those years ago, so I had more of a chance of remembering them in my distracted state. When she had finished she joined us on the deck, kneeling on a cushion beside Masters seat, His hand stroking her hair softly.

“So Alannah, before we head down to the playroom, I want you to feel comfortable with what's going to happen. I want you to be sure that you are ready to take that step.”

“Yes Master, I am ready Sir. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a touch nervous but I am ready Sir.”

“Good girl.” He smiled back at me. “I am going to push you a little today, we both need to find each others levels and what we enjoy. I want you to tell me your safe word again so you are in no doubt I know what it is.”

“Snowdrop Master.” I replied my voice strong and confident. My safe word was my safety net and saying out it loud had a calming effect on me.

“Right then, now all you have to do is remember it will stop the session with no consequences, understand?”

“Yes Maser. I will use it if I need to Sir.”

“Good, then I think its time to begin. Follow me! Silky once you have finished the dishes, your time is your own until we are through.”

I walked behind Him as He made His way back towards the kitchen, His steps steady and determined, mine a little shaky and slower. As we reached the door to the basement, I could feel my heart slamming against my chest and butterflies dancing a jig in my stomach.

“After you precious, mind your step.” His words lost in the haze that had consumed my mind.

I opened the door and set out down the staircase for the second time that day. My footsteps on the staircase seemed so loud as I descended towards the basement and what awaited me. I felt his hand resting gently on my back, His touch so gentle and full of care. My nerves were returning in force as I glanced around the room again, wondering what piece of equipment was to be used on me. I loved that phrase, ‘used on me’ a reminder that I was about to give control over my body to someone else. a spine tingling thought that had me clenching my thighs together to ease the ache that had suddenly taken over the area.

“ STRIP!” One word said in that distinct commanding tone a Dom saves for specific orders had me all but a puddle on the floor.

“Yes Sir” My hands already tugging at my clothes,I was all fingers and thumbs as I struggled to remove them. I was trained enough though to fold them and pile them neatly on a wooden chair situated near the bottom of the stairs, without really thinking what I was doing.

“I was thinking a nice little pony ride for this afternoons fun, don’t you agree little one?”

I inhaled the largest breath my lungs could cope with as my eyes settled on the pony. My favourite piece of equipment ever! I half smiled as I remembered my first ride, Dietmar had set it up as a punishment. He soon found a better deterrent! From that day onwards it had become a large part of our scenes. One year as a birthday treat He had arranged for me to ride a metal pony at the club, centre stage, star act of the night. The best birthday present I had ever received.
Although Masters words had been framed as a question, I knew I wasn’t required to answer, He had chosen the pony and the ride would take place unless I safe worded and I was far from taking that step just yet.

Masters hands on my wrists brought me back to the moment as He fastened a pair of soft leather cuffs round each one in turn, my arms in front of me, the metal chain linking the two swaying gracefully.

“Ok so far little one?” A genuine concern in His words, settling any nerves I had instantly.

“Yes Sir.” I was on the verge of my first play session for almost a year, and a few misgivings had been flitting through my mind. The knowledge that He knew this had calmed them leaving only excitement behind.

“Good, now lets get this ride underway. I am so looking forward to seeing you enjoy yourself.”

I followed Him over to the Pony, a devious contraption made of several pieces of wood. I have seen many different types over the years, and this one was of a design I had not encountered before. I can only describe it as looking like a letter H with feet! The bar in the middle was made from two pieces of wooden slanted at the top edge. A closer look showed the bar to be sanded smooth and ever so slightly curved. It sat in a recess that travelled from around a foot from the bottom of the framework to about 6” from the top. Small chrome wing nuts seemed to secure it in position.

“Step on then precious and we will get you comfy.“ His chuckles leaving me in no doubt that His idea of comfortable was very different to mine.

Stepping over the middle bar I watched as He slipped a ring through the middle of the chain, taking my hands and raising them above my head. His arms reaching above me, I heard the tell tale clinking sound of metal as a further link of chain came into my view. The chains tautened as the ring was linked to the ceiling chain, my arms being pulled high above my head. I was standing on near tip toe by the time He finished making his adjustments.

“Still Ok precious?”

“Yes Sir” The tension in my arms and legs was noticeable but all I could focus on was the feelings of anticipation and desire that were building inside me.

“Good girl, next step is positioning the bar under than lovely cunt of yours, and then we are nearly ready for the fun to begin.”

A soft moan was all I could manage, as I felt the bar being raised until it pressed lightly against my lips. A further adjustment increased the pressure as it nestled closer to my exposed sex.

“Oh My little gem, you look stunning, all stretched and almost ready.”

I wished I could see how I looked. It felt amazing, every part of my body felt like it was where it belonged. I jumped slightly as I felt his fingers parting my lips, the juices I had been leaking sticking them together. A small chuckle as he prised them apart made me blush slightly.

“Enjoying this so far I see, I wonder just how long that will last?” Another rhetorical question that I knew I need not answer.

A sharp tug on my outer labia caused me to gasp out loud, the unmistakable brief burning sensation as a clamp was snapped closed, flooded through my veins, followed by the same feeling as the other side was clamped. His fingers prying and adjusting as He made sure my lips sat either side of the bar. The wood now resting against the inside of my cunt, not deep enough to penetrate the entrance, but enough for my clit to feel every slight movement I made. I knew from experience I would be making a lot of movements soon enough.

“In the olden days weights were added to the victims ankles, me, now I much prefer to add them elsewhere. Any guesses where Alannah?”

“My..my..oh..my lips Sir.?”

“Which lips precious?, you really do need to learn to be more specific!”

“My cunt lips Sir, my outer labia Sir.” I was struggling to speak now, the added humiliation was sending my senses into overdrive, my breathing was quick and deep and I could feel the wood beneath me getting coated in my juices.

“Well done little one, that's exactly where I am going to add them, I love the way nice plump cunt lips look when they are stretched, seeing the trickle of juice trail down them. Pure bliss my lovely little one.”

His fingers held my thick lips as He added the weights to both clamps, I held my breath as I waited for the release, a sharp quick jolt as His fingers released their grip and the weights hung free, swaying slightly. They were not heavy weights but enough for me to know they were there.

“Mmmmm oh you look beautiful little one, absolutely gorgeous. Are you still OK? This is the last time I will ask, from here on the only chance for you to stop the ride will be your safeword.”

“Yes Master ,I understand and Yes Sir I am Ok, thank You Sir.” I was babbling now, anxious and eager for the ride to begin.

I could feel the dull ache start to wash over the whole area that had contact with the bar, raising myself on top tiptoe helped, but had the side effect of making the weights swing, the clamps on my lips tugging with each motion. I watched the oversized clock on the wall of the playroom slowly tick round, the red seconds hand seeming to make jerky movements as it made its way round the face.

I pride myself on keeping fit, boxing keeps me limber and toned, but standing on tiptoe for any length of time made me think I needed to up my training routine significantly. I was 5 minutes into the ride and I had to lower myself down onto the bar. The pressure returning as I did, the weights resuming their pendulum effect. My clit was hard and exposed and the wood felt like it was resting solely on that small part of my anatomy.

This relief was short lived and the discomfort soon returned. For the next 30 long minutes I followed the same pattern of standing on tiptoe till my legs shook from the effort and lowering myself as gently back down as I could manage. I was moaning and sighing in a mix of pain and pleasure, but from the amount of dampness I could feel coating the bar and the tops of my thighs the pleasure was still surpassing the pain.

“Ready to up the stakes little one, or should I say raise the bar?” His tone full of lust and amusement, a delicious mix that had my cunt leaking yet more moisture.

“Yes Master, mmmmm please Sir.” I babbled through my own lust and desire, I needed more, wanted to be pushed further. The urge to lose myself in the moment overtaking rational thought.

“Good Girl, remember Safe word will stop the session with no consequences, DO NOT be afraid to use it.”

“No Master, I wont be afraid Sir.” My voice deep and husky and not sounding like my own.

He moved from his vantage point to the side of the pony and grabbed the chain above my head, that metallic clinking sound filled me with a tummy tightening, cunt contracting sensation. I have always been a sucker for certain sounds and smells in a playroom, the scent of leather and the noise of metal being moved would be at the top of that list.

The aching in my arms returned, I had been so focused on the feelings in my legs and cunt that I had managed to ‘forget’ the arm pump, having them raised higher intensified that feeling and I wondered if I could manage to keep them there much longer.
The next adjustment to my position had me switching my concern back to my cunt, my arms forgotten as the bar was raised until it was securely buried between my lips. I was standing on tiptoe from the adjustment to my arms as it was, I had nowhere to go. The option to give myself relief, however brief had been taken away from me.
Master then undid the chain holding my arms aloft leaving me completely free standing, so I couldn’t even use my arms to pull myself up and relieve some of the tension. To stop me then using my hands to support my weight on the bar He cuffed them behind my back, leaving me naturally bent forward slightly and putting even more of my weight on my clit.

I wiggled my hips, transferring the weight of my body to the soft fleshy tissue of my perineum, breathing a sigh as the weight of the bar was removed from my super sensitive clit. The pressure was building again and I shifted and strained trying to find some comfort from the hard wood, either digging into my soft flesh or resting on the harder bony area of my clit. I was all but humping the bar by this point constantly moving and adjusting. The ache was now more pain than pleasure. My whole cunt area felt bruised and tender, my lips felt like they had swollen in size and well as length. Wherever I moved I could get no relief. My whole cunt from arsehole to clit felt as if it was on fire, the pain now completely in control. Sweat was stinging my eyes as it ran down from my forehead and my throat felt dry and hoarse with all the silent screaming and groaning that I was doing. This was now complete purgatory and I wondered how much longer He was going to keep me here. A glance at the clock through blurred eyes showed it had been three minutes, three poxy, fecking, measly minutes and I knew I was nearly at the point of collapse. I gritted my teeth and tried mentally to block the agonising shafts of hell going through my cunt and instead focused on the wall in front of me.

I watched the clock fingers tick tock their way around the face, trying to focus my thoughts on anything other than the pain surging through my tired, exhausted body. Every minute seeming like 5. It had been 10 minutes since Master had removed my ability to give myself some respite and I knew I couldn’t last another 10. The pain was intensifying by the second, every nerve ending had a life of its own, and none of them were happy. I wanted to please Him so much, wanted to prove I could last the session and make Him proud of me, but I could no longer deal with the pain that was ravaging my body.

“SNOWDROP!!” I heard my own voice scream out.

Before I had even completed the word, Master had jumped from His seat and was releasing my hands as He lifted me off the bar with his other arm tucked beneath my breasts. His breath on my neck as He whispered soothing sounds. I couldn’t make out individual words, the pain in my cunt all consuming.

Placing me on a soft bean bag on the floor, my ass sinking into the cool fabric, I felt my thighs being parted and the light pressure of Masters fingers removing the clamps from my now puffy labia. The intense pain that comes when clamps are released brought me back to my senses, howling loudly and closing my legs. As soon as I clamped my legs together I realised my mistake, the whole area throbbed and pulsed. Masters hands quickly moved back to my legs pulling them gently apart, rubbing softly at my lips, the flow of blood that had rushed back to the area was settling down with the gentle caresses.

“Thank you Master, I’m sorry Sir.” Looking up into His eyes, I managed to utter breathlessly, needing to apologise for letting Him down.

“Shhhhh little one, you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. I told you I wanted to push you in this session and I needed to know that you are prepared to safe word. I cannot and will not ‘play’ with a sub who won’t. So not only did you look stunning on your ride, you proved to me that you trust Me, and hopefully I have proven that I deserve that trust.”

“Yes Master, you have Sir. I… I was never in any doubt that you deserved my trust Sir, and today has only intensified that Sir.” I wasn’t sure my words made sense, I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

He scooped me into his arms, careful to avoid any more pressure on my cunt area and carried me from the room. I closed my eyes, my head slumping against His shoulder. His steps seemed to send tiny vibrations through me, every pace causing me to moan softly.

“Nearly there precious.” His words soothing and filled with pride.

I felt myself being lowered and opened my eyes, finding myself in my bedroom. The memory foam mattress moulding to my body, I snuggled down feeling like I was wrapped in a giant hug, my eyelids fluttering as I tried to pay attention to what He was saying.

“I’m going to rub some soothing cream into your poor cunt, it may be a bit cold but it will help sweetheart.”

Once again I felt his fingers clasp my legs and spread them apart, the coolness of the air welcome on my hot cunt. I jumped as the first of the cream was applied to my outer labia, the cold making me shiver. His fingers continued to apply the cream, stroking all around the bruised swollen area. Small circular motions soothed the ache, the cold cream reducing the heat around my battered sex, but the sensations of His touch were causing a build-up of heat deep in my stomach. Conflicting emotions as His fingers continued to soothe and caress the now very tender area between my small tight hole and my still damp cunt. His fingers edging further and further into the area, parting my inner labia and continuing to stroke softly. I felt my body start to respond, squirming and wriggling under His touches. The pain that had been so intense was changing, numbing to a level that aroused me greatly. I needed to cum. I needed His agile fingers to touch my clit and allow me the release my whole body was craving.

“Please Master, please.” I managed to utter

“Please what little one? Tell Me what it is you want.”

“My clit Master, please touch my clit allow me to cum for You Sir, please.” My words desperate half spoken half sobbed, my eyes pleading. My hips were writhing trying to get His fingers closer to my tingling hard nub of pleasure.

“Like this little one?” As He swiped his thumb lightly over my exposed clit, stroking it back and forth with butterfly soft swipes.

“OHHHHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ….SIR.” I managed to scream.

“CUM for me pretty one, coat me with your desire NOW!”

“FECCCCCCKKKKKKKIINNNNGGGG HHHHOOOLLLLLYYY MMMMMMMMMM.” My body exploded, bright lights flashed before my eyes. My cunt muscles were clenching so hard intensifying the pain from the ride but adding to the waves of pleasure that overcame my body. I was tossing and shifting, bucking and trying to close my legs as He held them apart. I could feel the juices run down past my ass and seep onto the sheets below me, His eyes looking intently at my spread open pulsing cunt, His finger still resting on my clit.