An ongoing love story
by James Roberts

Following is an ongoing love story of the developing relationship between erotically driven lovers. The story first finds Gabrielle (Gabi) and Jim after they had been seeing each other on sometimes frequent and sometimes occasional intervals.

Chapter One: Gabrielle's Pleasures

Gabrielle was having a wonderful day. She was driving down a beautiful country road in the shiny new convertible that her Master Jim had bought for her. It was late afternoon of a glorious Fall day. The sun was still shining but was beginning to set in a bright red western sky. The leaves were at the height of their Autumn colors and were just beginning to cover the ground. Needless to say, the top of the convertible was down.

All in all, nothing could be better. And with it all, Gabrielle could feel the growing excitement throughout her mind and body that she always felt when she was on her way to meet her Master. The anticipation of submitting herself completely for his gratification and pleasure made her heart pound with joy and her cunt juices run like a babbling brook. Even as she drove she could feel her "wetness" flowing.

She was going to her Master's cabin in the woods. It was completely secluded - with no neighbors closer than two or three miles away. She knew that when her Master took his way with her she could scream as loud as her impulse dictated and no one would hear her. Her Master liked this very much because he never had to hold back on any of his punishments - she could scream all she wanted - no one would bother them.

Her Master had given her good directions and she could now see the cabin down the old dirt lane. He wasn't going to be there yet, but he had given her a key and told her to just go inside and make herself comfortable.

She pulled up in the front yard and saw a great looking rustic cabin. It was made of logs and rough cut wood and had a huge front porch with heavy beams in the porch ceiling. She pictured herself hanging from these beams and her anticipation became even greater. "Would he hang her by her tits?" That frightened her, but excited her, too. "By her wrists? Her ankles? Would he whip her? Gag her? Or would he just be in one of his gentle, loving moods and just want to hold her and make love to her - in many different ways." Either way, she was getting hotter and hotter just thinking about it.

She parked her car (being careful not to get too close to anything that might scratch it) and went inside. What she found was even better than what she had imagined. The main room was quite large. Windows were placed high up on the walls so no one could see into the room. There was a huge stone fireplace on one wall. There were many large open beams overhead. The walls and the floor were wood, but there were nice thick area rugs spread throughout the room. Off to one side was a kitchen area and there was also a large luxurious bathroom with a huge walk-in shower and a hot tub.

She also noticed that there were many hooks and rings strategically located on the beams and around the walls. In front of the fireplace was a platform that was about one step high and about 15 feet square. This platform was directly under some of the largest beams (with several pulleys hanging from the hooks) and it had round rings located in various spots on the floor. It was obviously an area designed by her Master for her punishment - and his pleasure. It was her Master's "Pleasure Platform."

She realized that her Master had been there to prepare the place for their time together. There was roaring fire in the fireplace and a table had been set next to the Pleasure Platform with delicious looking food, a large bottle of Vodka, club soda, tonic water, slices of lemons and limes and some bottles of Pino Grigio wine (in ice buckets). Also, an assortment of "pick-up" snacks. Her Master likes to eat while he plays. There was also a white envelope addressed to her. She guessed it would contain instructions, which she knew she must follow.

She nervously opened the envelope wondering what her Master's vivid imagination had thought up for her afternoon and evening of pleasure and pain - and his afternoon and evening of pure pleasure. She'd soon find out!!!!

Chapter Two: Gabrielle's Plight

Gabrielle opened her Master's envelope with great anticipation - and trepidation. What will he order her to do? Her adrenaline was already running - and her wetness literally "squishing" out between her legs. Her imagination was conjuring up all sorts of exciting and pleasurable fantasies. "But enough of this." she said to herself. "Just open the envelope and see what it is that your Master has in store for you."

So she did just that. She soon realized that this was not going to be just a gentle, loving session (although she knew that even as he took his pleasure from her pain, his love for her was deep and endless)

She read the instructions very carefully and began following them step by step.

First, she faced the fireplace and began to slowly remove all of her clothes. She was also told to remove all of her jewelry or any adornments on her body. Her instructions were that she was to be completely naked for her Master's pleasure. She liked that.

Knowing her Master's ways and anticipating that he may have rigged a video camera to record everything she did, she purposely removed her clothes very slowly. She also now noticed that there were two large mirrors on either side of the fireplace. She had a clear view of everything she was doing. Encouraged by this, she did a sensuous "strip-tease." Interestingly enough, this exited her as much as she felt it would excite her Master. By the time all her clothes were off, she was as hot as a 4th of July fire cracker and as juicy as an over-ripe melon.

When her clothes were piled neatly on a table alongside the Pleasure Platform, she looked up and saw a metal pole hanging horizontally from overhead. It was about four feet long and about six inches above her head. There were round hooks at the end of the pole with a short length of chain hanging from each hook She also saw that there where two lengths of chain on the floor. Each was fastened to a ring on the floor (about six feet apart) and each was about 18 inches long.

Her Master had also laid out sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Following her She felt her arms being pulled further and further toward the ceiling and than felt her legs being pulled up and off the ground - and spread wider and wider a. Soon she was completely off the floor with her arms and legs spread wide apart. Her toes were about a foot off the floor. At this point the motor suddenly stopped and she hung there suspended and completely helpless.

She could see herself in the mirrors and, even though she was frightened, she was really turned on by what she saw. She was pleased with the way she looked because she knew it would please her Master. It would make him hot and he would get great pleasure by whipping her all over her body while she writhed in pain. She was fully aware that his whipping would be painful, but she loved to endure the pain because she also knew it was her Master's pleasure. As she hung there, she could sense the feeling of his whip searching every part of her naked flesh. She loved (and feared) the feeling. It made her so hot she felt on the verge of coming. Would he punish her even more, if she came when he wasn't there?
instructions, she strapped the cuffs tightly around each of her wrists and ankles. The cuffs were of soft leather and were lined with foam rubber so her lovely flesh would not be harmed.

This done, she faced the fireplace, spread her legs wide and fastened each length of floor chain to her ankle cuffs (her Master had provided a clip on the D-hooks of the cuffs so she could easily clip them to the end links of the chains).

Next, she reached up and clipped each of her wrist cuffs to the chains hanging from the overhead pole. She was left standing with her legs spread far apart and her arms spread out above her head. She was wide open in all her naked glory. She was facing the fireplace and took pleasure in what she saw when she looked into the two mirrors.

When she was hooking her arms to the overhead pole chains, she had noticed that hanging from the hook to which her right wrist was connected, was a short length of what appeared to be an electric cord. At the end of the cord was a small grip like one would see on a bicycle handlebar. At the end of the grip was a button.

Again, following her Master's order, she grabbed the grip and pushed on the button with her thumb. She heard a humming noise from overhead, like the running of a small motor. She also felt the pole moving upward and soon felt her arms being pulled up until they were stretched wide and taut. She realized that by pushing on the button, she'd activated a motor that was slowly lifting her off the ground. This frightened her, so she immediately released her thumb from the starter button. But much to her dismay, the motor didn't stop. She knew then that her Master had anticipated her fear and had rigged the devise to continue to operate even if she stopped pushing the button.

Suddenly another fear struck her. Where was her Master? She tried pushing the start button for the overhead pulley but nothing happened. She was hanging helplessly and could do nothing to get herself down. "What if her Master didn't come? What if she had made a mistake and this was the wrong day? What if? What if? " All she could do was hang there and think of all the many excruciatingly painful and pleasurable things her Master had in store for her. If he ever got there. She wondered how long she could endure. It was a predicament - but she still felt herself getting hotter and hotter …….

To be continued…………..

Chapter Three: Her Master's Pleasures - From Gabrielle's Recollections
As I hung there in my naked helplessness, my nipples hardening and extending with nervous anticipation, he appeared in the doorway, whip in hand...his throbbing penis hard and promising...
He walked toward me and I could tell by the look in his flashing blue eyes that today was going to be a very special day. He gazed at me fondly - with obvious approval, but uttered not a word - just walked around me shaking his head thoughtfully as if he was making plans for our pleasure play… and I was sure that's exactly what he was doing.
Finally, as he walked to the food and drink table, he uttered one word - more to himself then for my ears. He simply said "YEP" … that was it. He slowly opened the bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured two glasses full. He brought them toward me and for the first time, he spoke. As he gently placed one of the glasses to my lips he said "Hello my lovely. How's your day been so far." Needless to say, I was trembling from anticipation and could feel my sexual desires rising to an extreme high just from his presence before me. I took a huge gulp of the wine and in response to his greeting could only say "Hi, Sir." He just smiled - his magical smile.
I had been hanging by my wrists for over a half hour and my arms and legs were throbbing from the stress. I wondered how long he planned to let me just hang so he could start taking his pleasure with me. I knew he loved looking at my body when I was all stretched out and taut - he also got great pleasure from whipping me (hard) while I hung this way - and with the excitement of the moment I was so turned on that my nipples were hard and almost erect as his penis - and, certainly, I knew they would be "promising."
As if he could read my thoughts, he took a final swallow of the wine and walked up close to me. The way I was spread and hanging, my tits were just opposite his mouth. He pressed his body to mine, reached behind me and grasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me closer to his masculinity - then he sucked one of my nipples into his warm and moist mouth and began biting and sucking with his teeth and lips at the same time - gently, but not too gently. As he sucked the ridged protrusion, he nibbled with his teeth until I felt just the amount of pain that always made me cringe with pleasure. He sucked and nibbled - first on one nipple and then on the other - back and forth - slowly, but thoroughly, until I forgot he pain of my arms and legs and just craved my Master's prick inside of me. He gave my partial satisfaction by reaching down to my very wet pussy and, with his very experienced fingers, began playing "my tune" like a piano virtuoso. He found all of my "spots" while his fingers moved ever so deftly in, out and around my steaming cunt. Oh, how my juices flowed.
After about 15 minutes of this ecstasy (or was it an eternity?) he suddenly turned, went back to the food and drink table, poured another two glasses of wine, gave me a sip and took a long sip for himself (he also took one of the snacks - my Master likes to snack, not only on me but on "people food", while we play).
He then began to release the hoist that was holding me hanging and helpless. I could feel myself slowly moving to the floor until my toes were touching the Pleasure Platform. At this point he released my ankle cuffs so I could move my feet and legs without any restraint. Oh, what a relief. Although my arms were still pulled up and spread apart, I could stand and exercise my legs to bring them back to life. I could hardly stand, but soon all the feeling returned and I was again ready for my Master's will.
And he was ready for more of me. I could tell because he began to slowly remove his clothes. Soon he stood before me naked and ready. His penis appeared even harder then when he first walked in the door. I think I could even see it throbbing - and his smile had now turned to an evil grin. I again wondered what he had in store for me - this was, obviously, just the beginning.

Chapter Four: Gabrielle's (Gabi's) Return to the Cabin (time has passed):

Some time had passed in the lives of Gabrielle and Jim and Gabrielle (now Gabi) again found herself driving down the same beautiful country road that she remembered so well - the road that led to her Master's wonderful Pleasure Cabin in the woods. As she drove her mind wandered back to the last time she had been with her Master - the time when, through his explicit instructions, she had literally hung herself by her wrists (stark naked) from the rafters over his Pleasure Platform. She had been spread eagled with her arms and legs pulled wide apart. Thus hung and helpless she wondered when her master would arrive - or whether he might just leave her hanging for days and days. She remembered how relieved (and excited) she was when he finally walked in the door, whip in hand and prick hard and at the ready. She remembered the thrill that went through her body as he slowly removed all of his clothes. She remembered the whip slashing across her naked back, stomach, tits … seeking every inch of her tender flesh. She remembered the nipple clamps squeezing her hard nipples … first gently, then harder and harder until she screamed from the pain. She remembered his iron hard prick entering her cunt … seeking every single nook and cranny until the electricity became almost unbearable. She remembered his educated fingers and tongue finding her "G" spot as only he knew how. She remembered his strong fingers encircling her long and graceful neck - squeezing until she had to struggle for breath - fucking her as she hung before him and strangling her until she exploded with an overwhelming orgasm as she passed out from her oxygen deprivation…

She remembered that day as a beautiful kaleidoscope of pain, pleasure, ecstasy, excitement, heart pounding thrills - more pain and pleasure - explosive orgasms and finally…tenderness and love. And as she remembered she became hotter and hotter with the anticipation of what lay before her when she was again with her only Master - in his wonderfully secluded cabin in the woods. It would be very soon now - the cabin had come into view and she was pulling into the parking area near the front door….

When she brought her car to a stop she felt that her seat was soaking wet from her cunt juices that had overflowed from her pent up desires. She craved her Master and could hardly wait to enter the cabin after so many years of being without him. She could hardly breathe as she opened her car door…

As if to savor the moment, she forced herself to move slowly as she climbed out of the car. It was a beautiful Indian Summer day - late morning - bright, sunny, whispy clouds, mild temperature - with just a hint of Fall in the air. She walked slowly to the large wooden door to the cabin, reached down as if in a trance, turned the large antique brass knob, pushed the door in and stared at the large room that she remembered so well.

As she expected, her Mastered had arranged everything. The fire was burning, the Pleasure Platform was in its place and, with but a short glance, she could see that it was filled with a variety of her master's "toys." Also, as expected, the food and beverage table was filled with all of their other favorite things - snacks, wine (chilled to perfection - she knew) and a small dining table set for two with food already on the plates ready to be eaten. Everything was so familiar that she felt she had been there just a few days before.

But with it all so familiar, she still felt there was a subtle change. She didn't quite know what it was - but she knew she'd soon find out.

And then she saw HIM. Her Master. To her, he still looked the same as he did the last time they had been together. His happy smile. His bright blue eyes - flashing with his excitement of the moment. And the hardness of his prick mounding within his tight fitting jeans. Just looking at him made her cunt juices increase their flow. She ached to feel that prick being shoved all the way into her throbbing cunt. She thought to herself: "Now, Master!! Please Master NOW!!"

But it was not to be - at least not yet. Her Master had other plans - and, as she well knew, they were not to be denied…and that thought made her even hotter and more lustful.

As she walked through the door he came toward her - arms outstretched. And they embraced. The feeling for both of them was beyond their wildest expectations. As their bodies came together it was like the greatest explosion of emotions that could have been imagined. Love, passion, heat, lust, exhilaration and ultimate happiness. It was as if they had never been apart. It was beautiful.

After many moments of enjoying the embrace, he took her by the hand and led her to the dining table. She was in a daze but managed to be seated when he pulled out the chair and beckoned her to take it. He sat opposite her and signaled to someone or something on the other side of the room. As he did this she felt (rather than saw) someone coming from the direction toward which he had motioned. She looked around and there was not one person but two. There was a younger man and a young woman. They were both stark naked!

Chapter Five: Slaves William and Laura, an introduction

The man was well built. Tanned. Dark hair. Bright, blue eyes. And a prick that was erect and hard. The woman was slightly shorter. She, too, was tanned and VERY well built. Flat stomach, Hard thighs. Perfectly shaped ass and tits with pink nipples that were also erect and hard. Both of them were obviously hot and horny.

As they came closer to the table, Gabi could see that the man wore nothing but a black leather collar around his neck and a long, white silk scarf thrown over his shoulders. On the other hand, the woman had suspension leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her neck was encased in a hangman's Knot of thick white rope that was pulled just tight enough not to sag - it fit her like a large necklace with the "running" end (about 8 feet long) draped over her arm. Her long dark hair was pulled aside so the rope and knot were clearly visible. She also had a length of heavy chain fastened around her waist and cinched with a pad lock. Her wrists were fastened to the waist chain by lighter weight chains - each about six inches long To top it off, she was tightly gagged with a harness ball gag strapped deep into her pretty mouth. The harness strap was of black leather and the ball was bright red.

When they reached the table, they stopped and looked to Master James as if they expected him to direct their next moves. He turned to Gabi and said, "My darling, these are slaves whose only interest is to please me by indulging in any act or acts that I feel will give both you and me absolute pleasure." And he continued, "You may request that I make them do anything that suites your fancy - whether it be as recipients of punishment or pleasure to or from each other, or to or from you (my Gabi), or to or from me. They will submit to ANYTHING that pleases me - and I will be very generous to you in requiring them to also please you. The young man is "Slave William" and the young woman is "Slave Laura. They are to be referred to simply as William and Laura or, on occasion, as Slave W and Slave L."

Gabi was so filled with emotion that she couldn't reply. The couple looked so familiar to her - but she just couldn't place them. Had they been part of her earlier life with her Master? Had she met them at a bdsm party? Or were they just part of one of the many fantasies in which she had indulged over the past years? Things were happening to her so fast that she couldn't think of anything - just that her excitement was building to a height that she'd never before experienced.

Since she had made no reply to her Master, he took charge (as usual). Addressing the young man he said, "William, Laura was somewhat sloppy in making the table arrangements this morning. I want you to give her the punishment that I discussed with you earlier. She must learn that her beauty is not an excuse for being casual about her duties. Go to it!"

With that, William grasped the running end of the noose necklace and led the now apprehensive Laura onto the Pleasure Platform.

As her attention was directed to the Pleasure Platform, Gabi noted that the hanging ropes and pulleys that she remembered from her first visit to the cabin were no longer there. She wondered about that. Was this the subtle change that she had thought about when she first arrived?

She soon had her answer.

William took his nervous Laura to a spot on the Platform, reached over to a nearby shelf, picked up what appeared to be a TV remote, pointed it toward the ceiling and pressed one of the buttons. With that, a long spreader bar seemed to drop down from the ceiling area on a sturdy looking wire cable. The bar was about 4 feet long and had a ring on each end. The support cable was fastened in the middle.

When the bar had dropped down to about 4 inches from the floor, William pressed the button on the remote again - it stopped.

He then took his slave by the arm and led her to the spot were the bar had stopped. He forced her to the floor and ordered her lie back and spread her legs so each ankle was pointed toward one of the rings at the end of the bar. That done, he found two small lengths (about 8 inches long) of strong chain among the "goodies" that Master Jim kept at all times on the Platform. He clipped one length onto each ankle strap and then onto the ring at each end of the bar.

When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he forced her to lie back. He unhooked her wrist chains from the waist chain and fastened each wrist chain to a ring protruding from the floor (at points just below the ends of the spreader bar).

He pressed the remote again and the spreader bar began to move up toward the beamed ceiling. Laura was being pulled up and hung upside down with her legs and arms spread-eagled. Her full body, including her cunt, her tits, her ass, everything was now exposed for her tormentor's pleasure.

But this wasn't all. When she was pulled up to a point where her head was about 12 to 15 inches off the Platform and her arms and legs were stretched as far as they could go, William stopped the upward movement, took the running end of the noose necklace and, walking behind his lovely slave, pulled it back so the noose was now tight around her neck and the knot under her left ear. The running end was pulling her slightly backwards. He then fastened it to a hook on the end of a cable that was about six feet behind her. The cable was attached to a winch fastened on a stand at the back of the Platform. He pushed on the remote button and the cable began to move backward so that the noose around her neck tightened even more and she was being pulled (by her neck) further and further backward and upward so that her back was arched and her face was looking toward the floor (by this time, about 15 to 20 inches off the floor.. In actuality, she was being neck hung - upside down.

Needless to say, the now frightened slave began to struggle and scream through her ball gag - but her master wasn't about to strangle her completely. He stopped the cable at a point where he felt she could still breathe - but had to fight for each breath.

With his subject thus in place (he hoped it was to Master's satisfaction), he approached her and began to touch and fondle her tits, her nipples, her cunt, her ass hole. He also rubbed his hard prick all over her face. Even with her pain, fear and discomfort, it could be seen in her pleading eyes that she wanted to open her mouth to W's beautiful prick. Unfortunately, the gag stopped her. Her eyes begged to have it removed so that she could give pleasure to her tormentor (obviously her Lover and Master) and to herself.

William wanted to do that but he first had to get Master James' OK. He looked over to the table for some sign - from either Master James or Gabi. He was hot and wanted his bound and hanging slave to give him a good blow job. He had a vision of having her suck his prick while he was finger fucking her cunt and ass with one hand, and, his other hand, slowly pulling the noose rope back further and further until she was arched backwards, her hard nipples pointed toward the floor, the noose cutting into her pretty neck, her mouth gasping for breath and her face turning the beautiful reddish-gray color of a hanging gasper….

Chapter Six: William and Laura - just hanging around:

When William looked over to the table for a sign that he could remove Laura's gag so she could suck his hard and throbbing prick, he got an affirmative nod, not from Master James, but from Gabi. Without hesitation she nodded her head in a vigorous "Yes!" With this, Jim just looked on and smiled (his evil smile). He was obviously enjoying the scene with William and Laura. He had unzipped his pants, taken his prick out (it was hard and hot) and was gently masturbating himself while watching poor Laura's plight and, at the same time, munching on the fresh fruit spread before him (he had many pleasures that consumed him - it was always his feeling that good food and good sex went well together).

With Gabi's enthusiastic approval, William quickly removed Laura's gag. As it fell to the floor below her, she tried desperately to gulp in as much air as she could get. The removal of the gag helped a little - but she was still being hung by her neck and was slowly loosing all sense of consciousness.

As she was gasping (as all dutiful Gaspers must do), William grasped her by her beautiful raven hair, pulled her head up and back even further and entered her gaping mouth with his prick. (Her body was now arched almost into the shape of a letter "J" - the short end being her head and the long end being her body - upside down). Although this position was quite distressful to Laura, it had the effect of partially releasing the strangle hold that the noose had around her neck. She could get more air - but not enough to completely eliminate the overwhelming emotional excitement of being at the will of her Master (William) and strangling for his pleasure. This emotion translated itself into an almost furious desire to suck her Master's prick more vigorously and more sensually then she had ever done.

As he entered her mouth she pushed her head forward to get him even deeper inside her. Her lips reached all the way to the end of his rock hard shaft. She clamped them there and used the tip of her tongue to massage every part of his prick that she could reach. After a few minutes of providing him with this ecstasy, she released the grip of her lips and began a slow sucking - in and out - of the full length of his now steaming and throbbing "hard on." Although she couldn't see his face, she could hear his moans of pleasure and knew that he would soon reach his orgasm. She moved her mouth faster and faster, being careful to keep her lips loose so would slide easily up and down to give his maximum pleasure.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly by Laura, she felt the rope around her neck tightening again. By a combination of the winch and William's pulling her up by the hair she was being hung while at the same time sucking the hell out of her Master's prick. She also realized that his fingers (2 or 3 - she couldn't tell) were deep inside of her cunt - searching for and finding her "G" spot. All of her emotions were now involved. She felt her world growing dark around her as she slowly strangled from being hung by the persistent noose, she felt her orgasm beginning to develop as her master finger fucked her pussy (and all its parts), and she felt the pleasure of realizing that she was bringing her Master to a magnificent orgasm.

Then, with a final tightening of the noose around her neck, as her consciousness turned to darkness and she took one last deep sucking of her Master's cock: ORGASM!!!!!!!!!! ORGASM!!!!!!! ORGASM!!! ORGASM!

Slave Laura remembered nothing after that until she slowly awoke on the floor of the Pleasure Platform. She was no longer hanging, the gag was not in her mouth, the wrist and ankle straps had been removed, the chain had been unhooked and was no longer around her waist - and the noose was not around her neck. She was completely free of all restrains - but was still completely naked.

As her vision cleared, she could recall the scene with her Master William and smiled to herself. Her pleasure had been intense, overwhelming and complete. She hoped her Master William felt the same.

Chapter Seven: Master James and Slave Laura

She looked around but couldn't see her Master. But she did see Master James standing in front of her. He had removed all of his clothes and was now standing before her with legs spread slightly apart, hands on his hips, a gleeful smile on his face and a prick as large and hard as William's had been. It was obvious to Slave Laura that this was now to be Master James' turn.

Seeing that his pretty slave was now fully recovered from her on-going ordeal (inwardly, she didn't consider it an ordeal, rather, it was an intense and exciting fantasy come true - an erotic dream fantasy that she had harbored deep within herself for a very long time - a fantasy that she would only trust with her one love: Master William and, maybe, Master James), Jim reached for her hand, helped her to her feet and led her to that part of the Platform that he always referred to as the "hitching corner." His plan for her was an old fashioned strict bondage and whipping session, punctuated with a substantial amount of whipping, fucking and sucking. He was in the mood to apply some very serious and heavy whippings to this Raven Haired Beauty over whom he now had complete control and dominance - and he wanted to fuck her hard, in her pretty pink ass hole and her lusciously dripping pussy. He wanted to fuck her while she was helplessly and tightly bound in the most excruciating positions that he could dream up. He wanted to fuck her until she came again and again. He wanted to fuck her until his juices burst from his prick with a wild orgasm that filled her with his very being.

But before Jim permitted his Slave to enjoy any sexual pleasures, he decided that she still needed some serious disciplining. She needed a GOOD whipping. However, he didn't want to simply tie her to the whipping post and give her a hundred or more lashes across every part of her body. He wanted her punishment to be something she would remember for a long time. (He really wasn't sure why she needed punishment - only that he had the urge to wield the whip on her lovely body.)

He pondered for a few moments, then gathered up several long lengths of soft nylon rope that was prepared and waiting on the toy table. First, he instructed her to put her hands behind her back. She did so obediently. He pulled each hand across her back - the right hand toward the left elbow and visa versa. He then began winding the rope around each of her wrists - he wrapped them each several times, tying them firmly, but not too tight. He had decided to keep her free of any other bindings so that her body would be completely available to receive his whip wherever it chose to go.

Except for one thing. He took a longer piece of rope and wound each end tightly around each of her tits (about 6 loops around each tit). Each end that was left over after the tits were thus tied was then tied to the remaining portion of the rope. The tit binding were so hard that her tits were puffed out like beautiful balloons and as time went by they became darker and darker.

When he was finished wrapping her tits there was still about 4 feet of rope left over - one 4 ft. length going to one tit and another to the other tit - each coming together to form a loop. She was ready to be tit hung.

He stepped back to admire his work and on impulse, began to stroke and squeeze her now hard and puffed up tits. First one, then the other. Her nipples had been hard - they still were, but had been stretched almost flat by the way she'd been tied. In addition to playing with her tits, he reached down, forced her legs apart and inserted his fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out until he could feel her juices begin to flow. Needless to say, she was apprehensive - but hot.

But Master Jim was impatient to start his whip on its relentless journey. He stopped playing with her and pointing one of the remotes toward the ceiling pressed the button that called upon his wireless system to send down a cable with its hooked end that would be her transportation up and toward the ceiling. When the hook reached a level just above Laura's head, he fastened the loose end of the tit rope to the hook and again pressed the remote button. With a whir, the hook began to slowly move upward. As the slack was taken up the rope tightened and she began to be lifted by her tits until her toes left the floor and she was erotically hanging by her tits. She was open and ready to be whipped.

Slave Laura - Tit Hung and awaiting her Master's Whip
Jim stood to one side of his lovely, hanging subject, grasped the whip in his eager hand and began a slow, firm methodical lashing of her ass, then her thighs, her stomach, her rib cage and finally her bulging and very hard tits. At first she gave only a guttural grunt as the whip found its mark. Then, as her Master increased the intensity of each stroke she began to whimper and then to scream. She wasn't gagged so her screams reverberated throughout the cabin. Finally, as the whip seemed to assume a life of its own and the lashes became harder and harder - and more rapid - she began to cry out for mercy.

But as she cried out, it became clear that she wasn't crying because of the pain she was feeling. After about 100 lashes Jim began to reduce the intensity of his whipping effort and her words became more discernable. She kept crying: Please Master James, I want you to whip me harder and harder. I love the pain that you give me. I want it to please you… and I want you to put the hangman's noose around my neck and hang me so only my tip-toes touch the floor. But PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, when I have satisfied your lust, let me down and FUCK MY CUNT!!!!

Finally, after about 200 lashes, when Laura's body was covered with the sweat that was generated by her pain and excitement and was bright red with lash marks on every inch of her glistening skin that the whip could find, Master Jim dropped the whip and just stood (with his prick rock hard) and gazed upon his gently swinging slave. "Yes, "he said to himself, "she's ready to be fucked."

With that, he turned and looked at his Slave Gabi (who had been watching the whipping episode with great interest - and was obviously overwhelmingly aroused) and, pointing to the suspended Laura, he shouted to William (who had also been watching and hand fucking his hard prick): "William, come here, let this little morsel down but don't untie her. Then take her to the bed over there and give her the biggest and best fucking you've ever been able to do. Use her well and use her hard. Make her cry for more and then make her cry "enough, enough." She's yours for the time being."
Chapter Eight: Gabi's Turn

Again turning to Gabi, he gently, but firmly said; "Come, my lovely Slave, we've waited too long. It's time for us to enjoy the passion of our mutual love and desire and to revisit old avenues down which we have passed - and explore new exotic pleasures and yearnings of our minds, bodies and souls. Come to me, my Slave and I will show you again the feeling of our togetherness in ecstasy and breathlessness….."

Jim walked slowly over to his lovely Gabi, took her by the hand and gently lifted her from her seat at the table. He led her to the Pleasure Platform. She followed - as if in a daze. Her heart was pounding and her body trembled in anticipation. Her Master was about to take his pleasure with her.

The two walked as one to the center of the Platform. There, they stopped. Jim turned her to face him and, grasped her arms and lovingly pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms fully around her body in a sweet and passionate embrace. They kissed, At first, softly and sweetly and then passionately and wildly - their tongues reaching, exploring and caressing. The kiss was long. When it ended, Jim stepped back and slowly began to unbutton her blouse (he was already naked from his whipping session with Slave L). He removed her blouse and saw, with pleasure, that she wore no bra. He then had her lift her feet and removed her shoes. Then followed her slacks and pretty lace panties. They were then both fully naked and facing each other. Their passions were running extremely high and Gabi was soaking wet with anticipation.

Jim gazed at her for several minutes then moved forward, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the oversized bed in the middle of the Platform. He laid her on her back - spread her legs - wrapped his arms around the back of each leg and opened her wide so that her pussy was staring at him in all its glory. It was dripping with her nectar. His prick was as hard and as hot as a furnace poker.

With her cunt wide open to him he crawled closer and placed the head of his hot prick just at the entrance to her pleasure hole. He let it stay there for a short time and then with a single strong thrust, he entered her until his full length was buried deep inside and was swimming in her cunt juices. With this, Gabi emitted a loud scream of absolute pleasure. The thrill she felt was above all of her wildest expectations. Her eyes closed but she could see a wonderful profusion of colors - changing, flashing, shooting, spraying. And with it all, she realized that her Master had not tied her, had not whipped her, had not hung her, had not caused her any pain. But the pleasure that SHE felt from this purely sensuous and loving connection was above and beyond anything she could have imagined.

As Jim continued to thrust his hot prick in and out of her pussy, the intensity of the moment grew and grew. She felt her feelings growing with that intensity and knew that even if she tried as hard as she could, she would soon be unable to prevent her orgasm from bursting forth like the finale of a huge fireworks display.

Jim's hands had moved behind her and he was grasping each of her ass cheeks. As he felt himself also reaching his orgasm he pulled her closer and closer to him - he wanted to make them "one." Then, in one motion, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She was now sitting astride him with his prick pushed even further inside of her by her weight as she sat on his shaft. In that position, she began to rotate her hips and move her lower body up and down thrusting him in and out with magnificent force. Her "G" spot became the target of his hard prick. She trembled from the thrill of the feeling. He began thrusting upwards to meet her body as it crashed down upon him - harder and harder - faster and faster. She moaned and gave forth a piercing shrill scream as he uttered one long primeval shout and THEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!; they both came at the exact same moment in wild and electrifying orgasms that seemed never to stop.

They clung together bathed in the sweat of their passion. He squeezed her body as if he was afraid she would disappear and she wept quietly with her face buried in his chest. After a bit, they both relaxed, closed their eyes and slept - to dream of their love for each other and the passion they had just enjoyed.

They slept away the entire night - the sleep of happy lovers. When they awoke, it was just after sunrise. Again, Jim picker her up in his arms and carried her from the bed into the huge walk-in shower that was one of the great features of the cabin. He turned on all of the shower heads (there were eight in all) and set the water temperature at just the perfect level. They luxuriated in the shower for almost an hour - taking turns at washing each other - every Part of each of their bodies received full attention (using Johnson's baby soap so not to cause any irritation). Gabi soaped his prick and balls and washed them all gently and thoroughly. she scrubbed his back, his chest, his arms, his legs - even penetrated his ass hole to be sure it was perfectly clean (for future "rimming"). Jim, in turn, scrubbed her tits with a rough washcloth - paying careful attention to each of her nipples. He gently washed her pussy and her pretty pink ass hole (also for possible future "rimming" and other means of penetration).

After they had finished with their soaping routine, they rinsed off and Gabi knelt before her Master, took his clean and hard prick into her wet and craving mouth and began to suck him slowly, then slightly faster - and faster. She worked her tongue all around the tip of the hard rod. Gently licked and sucked his balls. As she sucked and licked, she could hear his sighs and groans of pleasure and knew she was satisfying his lust. She sucked even faster and with his prick deep into her throat she stopped and held it in place to sense its throbbing. She loved its taste and the feel of it deep within her mouth and throat. Her sucking became faster and faster and she could feel him thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her throat. Suddenly she heard the beginning of the scream she knew so well and with one last thrust of his pelvis she felt him come and could taste that wonderful taste of his juice running into her mouth and down her throat. Hearing her Master's continuing moans of pleasure, she knew she had satisfied him as only she could. She was in "slut's heaven."

When she had sucked and swallowed the last drop of his cum, she released his rod from her lips, sat back on her heals and looked up into her Master's eyes. They were smiling at her as she hoped they would.

They rinsed off again and dried each other with the large soft towels her Master kept in his bath area. They were now clean, dry and satiated (she had also experienced a long exciting orgasm from the pleasure satisfying her Master.

They now dressed - she in loose sweat pants and a tank top (with no bra) and he in his usual jeans and polo shirt - and headed to the kitchen to satisfy their other hunger - for breakfast.

Breakfast (prepared by Slaves William and Laura, who had suddenly reappeared) consisted of orange juice and champagne; soft scrambled eggs; link sausage; lox, onions, bagles and cream cheese; and hot coffee. Needless to say, it was delicious.

They ate slowly and reminisced about all the pleasures they had enjoyed together and how happy they were to have "found" each other again - and how wonderful it was to be able to expand to even greater extremes their mutual willingness to expand even further the erotic areas to which they wanted to go. They spoke softly of their love, desire and TRUST. The latter having become a vital part of their relationship. As they spoke Slaves William and Laura seemed to disappear again - although Gabi thought she could hear them laughing and making love - again, she wondered if it was only her imagination. Oh well.

After several hours of sharing food and conversation, Jim suggested that they go for a walk in the woods surrounding the cabin. As far as Gabi was concerned, that was a great idea. It was mid-morning, the Indian Summer weather was still with them and the sun was shining brightly. The temperature was in the 70's. Perfect for a walk in the woods.

They left the cabin and Jim led her down a narrow path in the heavy woods around the cabin area. After about 100 yards, the path opened onto a clearing that was about the size of three tennis courts. It was surrounded by large trees - one tree was larger then the others and had thick low branches (about seven or eight feet off he ground) extending out from its trunk (Gabi, seeing this tree and imagining herself hanging from one of the branches, gave a gasp of nervous excitement - but tried not to show any sign of emotion to her Master.) There was also a large tree trunk lying on the ground - apparently left over from a tree felled by a severe storm sometime in the past.

The ground extending from the woods was covered with beautiful green grass and the area around the pond was clean hard packed sand. (Gabi noticed that there were no footprints in the sand. Obviously no one had walked here for quite a long time.) There was a bubbling brook running into the clearing (from the woods) and into a small, crystal clear pond the size of a large swimming pool. Jim told her that the pond was fed by warm springs and was at a constant temperature of about 75 degrees - ideal for swimming - even in cold weather.

Taking everything in as if with one huge "gulp" Gabi got very excited and wanted to jump in to the pond immediately - but her Master told her she'd have to wait until a later time. He had other plans. "Oh shit", she thought to herself. But she demurely abided by her Master's wishes.

Since he sometimes got pleasure from gently tormenting her, he told her his plans.

"I wanted you to see this special place. We'll be coming back at a later time to enjoy the pleasure that only nature can provide. But now, I'm taking you back to the cabin so that you can provide your Master with some special pleasures that he can extract only from you. It's time for me to have you dance for me - it's time for you to do a SCARF DANCE - it's time for me to fuck you hard while you show me your best scarf dance and you take your "next to your last breath" just as you and your Master come. So come with me back to the cabin and we shall dance."

With that, Jim took his lovely Gabi by the arm and led her back to the cabin.

Chapter Nine: Warm-up for the Scarf Dance

When they got back to the cabin, Jim immediately ordered his now pouting slave to step onto the Pleasure Platform and remove all of her clothes. He was obviously impatient to start. His hard and bulging prick was evidence of that. Although she was disappointed at not being able to stay at the pond, sensing his impatience and seeing his growing prick, Gabi forgot about the pond and suddenly was turned on by the thought of performing her "scarf dance" for her Master. She knew exactly what the dance was all about and could hardly wait for the feeling of being slowly strangled by her long silk scarf for her Master's pleasure.

She quickly disrobed and turned to face her Master - head bowed and ready to satisfy his every demand. As she prepared herself, she glanced to see if the full length mirrors were all in place at each end of the Platform. They were. "Good," she thought. "I want to see myself dance."

Jim approached her, slowly and deliberately. He was obviously eager but didn't want to rush. He looked at the naked body standing before him ready to submit to any and all of his desires - and fantasies and visualized all his erotic pleasures that could (and would) be satisfied by this one willingly submissive and loving slave. He thought: "The feeling of openness, trust, submissiveness, honesty, desire, lust and maximum love that we now have for each other is truly wonderful - and REAL."

With that tender thought completed, Jim, quickly, again, became Master James.

Walking up close to her, he quietly said; "You know, my Darling, you haven't felt the whip yet. I know you're eager for the Scarf Dance, but before we can enjoy that pleasure, you must receive a complete "warm-up" from your favorite whip. It's been waiting for you in the goody box."

Then he said: "Now we must prepare you for your ordeal of passion."

He went to the goody box and removed the sets of suspension wrist and ankle cuffs. These he strapped to Gabi's wrists and ankles - making sure they were tight enough not to slip but not so tight as to cut into her delicate skin.

That done, he fastened the wrist cuffs to an overhead spreader bar that was attached to a thin cable that (obviously) ran to a ceiling hoist - controlled by her Master's relentless remote.

He clicked on the remote and the spreader bar began to climb upward pulling her arms toward the ceiling. He stopped its climb at a point where her arms were pulled up but her elbows were still bent and relaxed. He then spread here legs and fastened each ankle strap to short chains fastened to hooks in the floor. Her ankles were spread apart but her feet were still resting on the floor.

At this point, she was facing her Master - ready for him to take his pleasure with her. He looked into her eyes and saw: fear (just a little - because she knew she could trust him), apprehension (quite a bit - because she didn't know what was going to happen to her), anxiety (a lot - because she was anxious to please her Master and hoped she'd be up to the task), eagerness (a great deal - because she craved her Master's whip), excitement (an overwhelming amount - because she knew her craving and could hardly wait to feel the pain of the lash). Seeing this, Jim just smiled with his own sense of anticipation and excitement. She was ready - and so was he!

To add to the totality of the scene, Jim went to the goody box and took his favorite harness-ball gag and blindfold combination, a set of heavy duty ear plugs, adjustable alligator nipple clamps and a hangman's noose (already tied and ready to be used) made of thick (about an inch) soft rope. It was clear to Gabi that this was going to be a VERY strenuous, painful and exciting session with her hot and horny Master.

First, he slipped the gag over her head (without the blindfold in place), pressed the ball deeply into her mouth so she could make no understandable sounds (only muffled grunts and screams), fastened and tightened the straps around and over her head so that the gag was firmly in place. He then pushed the ear plugs into her ears - she was surprised and shocked at how much all outside sounds were shut out - she couldn't hear a thing. After this, he grasped her nipples, squeezed them until he could see her body jump with the pain and could hear a muffled scream through the gag. He continued to roll the nipples between his fingers - feeling them harden and jump into erections much like his hard prick. When they were hard and fully extended, he carefully clipped an alligator clip to each one. Again, her body jerked with the pain and a second muffled scream could be heard through the gag.

With the various "toys" properly placed into and on his lovely slave, he took the hangman's rope and noose, fastened the running end to a ring at the end of a cable hanging down from the ceiling (just above her head), opened the noose and slowly slipped it over her head and down to her neck. Placing the long thick knot just under her left ear - next to her jaw bone, he tightened the noose just enough so that it stayed in place around her neck - not yet tight enough to cause strangulation.

She was now ready for his final touches.

As he had anticipated, she had been watching each move that he made - her eyes reflecting her alternating emotions of fear, apprehension, anxiety, eagerness and excitement. Although he generally loved to watch her eyes as he played with her, this time his plan was to eliminate as much of her sensory perceptions as possible. He wanted her to be completely bound and immobilized, unable to speak or make any intelligible sound, unable to hear and unable to see. The concentration of her senses were to be focused on her whipping and the fear and excitement of being strung up by her neck.

Therefore, with a reluctant sigh, he finally snapped the blindfold in place so the all sight was blacked out. She was now unable to move, speak, hear or see. Perfect for his lovely Slut Slave, Gabi.

Now he prepared her for her whipping.

Using his remote, he started the hoist mechanism for the spreader bar (to which her wrists were fastened) causing it to climb upward pulling her arms up until she was standing on her toes. He then directed his remote to the hoist for the hangman's rope. This, also, began to climb slowly upward until all the slack was removed and the noose became tighter around her neck. She was not hanging completely off the floor, but there was enough tension on the rope to cut off a substantial portion of her air - this and the restriction of the gag caused her squirm and attempt to cry out through the gag.

This completed, he stepped back to admire his beautiful hanging slave - as if to admire a wonderful work of art. She did look lovely - hanging from her wrists and neck - spread eagled in all her glory. Master Jim almost came just from looking at her. But he didn't. He had other plans.

Taking his favorite whip, he began to whip her. Slowly and softly at first. Across her back, her ass, her tits, her thighs, into her cunt - and then at a faster and harder pace until her skin began to turn pink - then light red - and then striped with the lash marks. Relentlessly, he whipped her as she screamed into the gag and jerked her body up and down and back and forth as far as her bonds would allow. But wherever she moved, the whip followed her and licked lustfully at her tender skin.

After about 100 lashes, Jim used the remote to pull her higher - by her wrists and neck. The hangman's noose dug into her neck and she tried to kick harder and harder. But her ankles were tightly strapped and her legs pulled far apart. She could only bob up and down like a puppet on a string.

But Jim continued on. He wanted to see the color of her face change as she became more and more oxygen deprived. But he was VERY careful to watch her face. If the color changed too much and if her movements slowed too much, he would know that she was passing a hangett's safety threshold and he would immediately use his remote to bring her down to safety. Safe from strangling but not necessarily from the pain of the whip.

Since he hadn't raised her completely off the floor, she was able to relieve the tightness of the rope by standing higher on her toes and supporting most of her weight on her wrist bindings. She knew her Master took great pleasure in whipping her soundly before a good fucking so she did her best to keep from strangling (since she also knew he would stop immediately if anything appeared too dangerous). She kept pulling her weight up by her wrists and standing as tall as she could on her toes. By doing this she was able to prolong the time of her "pleasure punishment" by over 30 minutes. By this time, she and her Master were covered with sweat and she with whip marks all over her body and both were satiated with the pain (hers) and pleasure (her Master's) of the session.

Finally, Jim dropped his whip, released her bonds. Took her into his arms and whispered into her ear (the ear plug having been removed), "Now My Darling, you're ready for your beautiful Scarf Dance."

Chapter Ten: The Scarf Dance

From the goody box, Jim removed a long satin-silk scarf - white - luxurious - about 10 or 12 inches across.

At his command, Gabi came forward and faced him. Their eyes met. They spoke silently of love and lust. He picked up the scarf and slowly wrapped it around her waiting neck - starting in the front and wrapping the ends over her shoulders, around to the back of her neck, then returning to the front so that each end hung down over her tits. He repeated this several times so that there were several layers of fabric wound around with the ends terminating in front - about 3 feet left for each end piece - just enough for her to grasp and hold - or pull for more pressure on her throat. Or enough for him to grasp to lead her around like his obedient puppy.

Taking the ends of the scarf in his hand, Jim led his trembling (with anticipation - not fear) slave out of the cabin, and down the path to the pond. She soon realized that she was to perform her Scarf Dance at the pond and in the woods. Needless to say, this excited her even more. It was dusk and would soon be dark, but the Indian Summer warmth was still in the air. She hoped the moon and stars would come out. She thought how great it would be to do a wild Scarf Dance by the light of the moon.

As they approached the pond she noticed that some changes had been made. There was a thick, soft looking blanket folded in half and draped over the fallen tree trunk. There was a long length of her Master's favorite soft white rope hanging over the low hanging tree limb of the large tree. There was a fire burning in a newly made rock fire pit near the large tree. There was soft music playing - she recognized the sound of Ravel's Balero (an exciting Spanish dance). There were candles placed close together in a large circle around the tree and the fire pit. The candles threw an eerie light - but enough that she felt her Master could clearly see her dance. The mirrors from the cabin had been placed so she could see herself from almost every place from within the circle of candles. And there, in all their naked glory, were William and Laura.

Gabi became more and more excited. She felt her pussy quiver, her nipples begin to swell and harden, her stomach churn and her juices begin to flow. Oh, how she yearned for more of her Master's whip. More of he Master's hard, hot prick - in her cunt, in her mouth, between her tits, slapping her face and (maybe) fucking her ass.

After they had all entered the circle created by the burning candles, Jim turned to Gabi and in a commanding, yet gentle, voice ordered her to "dance your dance but be sure you let the scarf take full charge of your lovely, slender neck. I want to see you cry for breath and gasp for air. I want to see the scarf carry you to places that have previously put you in fear - places you've never explored - places that only your Master and your scarf can take you. I want your scarf to make you fly like a bird. Dance my little Slave, dance!!!"

With that, Gabi took hold of the hanging ends of the scarf and pulled them down hard. The scarf suddenly tightened around her neck. She couldn't prevent a gasp from her open mouth - but she pulled even harder as she began to dance to the tune of the Bolero. She danced around the circle of candle flames - then through the flames to the pond. She danced into the pond - up to her knees in the water, splashing and jumping as if trying to avoid an attacking monster. She danced back to her Master, slithering up to him and offering him her tits, her mouth, her pelvic region with all it contained. She turned and offered him her ass - but all the time continuing the dance.

Suddenly she turned from her master and approached the tree. She took the ends of the scarf and tied them together in a knot behind her neck. Then she took the rope that was hanging from the limb and tied it to the loop formed by the two scarf ends. She threw the loose end of the rope over the limb and began to pull. She pulled until the scarf ends climbed up toward the limb. When all the slack was out there was still several feet left above her head. She continued to pull and as she did so she turned toward her Master. He was watching intently - licking his lips in excitement - eyes sparkling.

As she pulled and pulled, the scarf tightened more and more until it was biting into her neck. But she didn't stop. She pulled until she was on her toes. She pulled more and she was on the tips of her toes. And she kept on dancing as the beat of the music became faster and faster, She was hanging herself for her Master's pleasure and was on the verge of orgasm from the pleasure and excitement of the moment.

As she continued to hang and dance on her tip toes her vision became hazy. She was slowly strangling. The haze turned from a soft grey to a soft pink - then to red - then to bright white. She knew she was on the verge of passing out but her love for her Master drove her on - she could feel his prick in her mouth, in her cunt - tickling her "G' spot. She knew she would gladly give her last breath for him if he asked - but would he? She was certainly willing. Should she pull harder so her toes would swing free from the packed sand beneath her feet? Would that show her complete love for her Master? She would try!!!

With that thought, she gathered her strength to make one last effort to pull the rope hard enough to lift her completely off the ground. She got as much air into her lungs as she could (although not much got through the tightened scarf) and,, tensing her muscles, began a last major effort. She could feel the scarf tightening even more, her body being lifted further into the tree and her toes beginning to leave the ground. The red and white lights that filled her vision began to turn black. She was disappearing into a special world of erotic ecstasy.

Then, suddenly the rope was no longer in her hands, the pressure around her neck was gone, air was rushing into her lungs. She could breath and was in the arms of her Master. Her Lover. Sensing her intentions and recognizing that she was going beyond her limits without proper preparation, he had rushed to her and lifted her off her self created gallows. She was now safe in his arms.

They kissed passionately and he held her close. "My darling", he said, "any time you want to do that you must let me be in control. I will know your limits and will never let you go too far. I love you." With that, he kissed her again - but in a firm voice said, "but since you were careless with my Slave, I must punish you."

He lifted her to her feet, loosened the scarf (but left it in place) and walked her (on wobbly legs) to the large fallen tree over which had been draped the soft blanket. He bent her face down over the blanket with her legs spread apart on one side and her head facing down on the other. As he stood behind her, he had complete access to her cunt and ass.

He took a firm hold of the now loose ends of the scarf around her neck and pulled back as if he were riding a wild horse. "Oh shit", she thought, "he saved me from myself, now he's going to terminate me himself." But then she felt a hard, hot prick penetrating her cunt. It was a magnificent feeling. She almost came immediately - but she determined to prolong the pleasure as long as possible and thought again, "Oh well, if I'm to go, I might as well go while I'm being fucked and strangled and not just strangled." As that thought went through her mind, she felt the tightness of the scarf noose slacken and the fucking motion of her Master's prick intensify - but her head was still pulled back by the scarf so her mouth would be available if her Master decided he wanted her to eat him. …and she soon realized that that was just what he wanted.

She hadn't noticed any change in the fucking she was receiving in her cunt but as she looked forward she suddenly saw her Master's prick approaching her mouth. Since this was something she always craved, she quickly opened her lips and took his manhood deep into her mouth. It felt wonderful. She slid her lips up and down the hard shaft and darted her tongue all over his sheath. She sucked and licked and just wanted him to come in her mouth.

But what was happening? She was still being fucked from behind. She couldn't turn her head because of the scarf-noose but soon realized that William had taken her Master's place behind her. She was being fucked by William and was sucking Master James. She was again in Sluts Heaven.

And then, another surprise. She felt a lubricated finger playing around her ass hole and slowly entering that very private place. The finger soon became two and they both entered her with slippery ease. But who was it? It wasn't difficult for her to figure out. It was Slave Laura.

She was being pleasured and giving pleasure to her Master James, William and Laura all at the same time. And with it all she was enjoying the exciting fear and pleasure of being slowly strangled by her persistent scarf. She closed her eyes and permitted herself to become lost in this world of absolute erotic pleasure.

She felt William's prick moving incessantly in and out of her cunt and was amazed how much it felt like her Master James. The shape, the size, the movements, the heat, the throbbing - they were all mirror images of Jim. What a great feeling. It made her want to push herself back onto his hard rod to get it deeper and deeper into her love space. She wondered what it would be like to suck that beautiful prick. Someday she'd find out.

After focusing on William, she turned her attention to Jim and his hot prick in her mouth. Now she would do her best to make him come in her mouth so she could taste his delicious juice. She intensified her movements and sucked him harder and faster - licking his balls, rimming his ass hole, licking the sensitive underside and doing all the things she knew he loved. As she did this she realized that William had also increased his intensity and Laura was thrusting her fingers deeper and deeper into her ass hole. And with it all, William was pulling ever harder on the ends of the scarf so that she was again experiencing the sense of strangling - a feeling that she now realized she craved as a vital part of her sexual experience.

As the intensity of every-ones' sexual efforts became greater and greater, Gabi also began moving, jerking, thrusting and bouncing. But the more she moved and danced, the tighter the scarf became and she was again reaching the point of blackness that she felt on the tree limb - but this time she didn't want her Mater or anyone to stop her - then, suddenly, she heard a familiar moan from Master Jim and a similar sound from William. At the same time she felt the beginning of a major orgasm starting in her stomach, going to her nipples and exploding within her cunt and throughout her body - at that instant both Jim and William gave out primeval screams. And Gabi's world turned black. They had all come at the same time - except Laura who had contented herself with inserting the well lubricated butt end of one of the candles into Gabi's ass hole just before she came.

Chapter Eleven: Gabi's Request

It was some time before Gabi awakened to her Master's smiling face. She was again lying in his arms. They were in the bed on the Pleasure Platform - both naked - both satiated.

She slowly sat up and kissed him passionately. He realized that she was very pensive. He asked her if anything was wrong. She replied, "No, but I have a very special request of you and I'm not sure if you'll grant my wish." "OK," he said, "What is it? You know I'm a very generous Master. I'll give you anything within reason." She replied, "Oh, I'm not asking you to give me anything. I only want you to help me with something that's become very special to me." Impatiently, he said, "OK, again, just ask."

She started by saying: "To put everything into perspective, I'll have to give you the background for my reasons. Here goes:

"Through the years that we've known each other, I've been happy for you to be my Master and me to be your willing Slave. You've more than earned my love and trust and I know I can always depend on you to carefully watch over and protect me. As time has gone by, we've happily explored all kinds of unusual and erotic sexual activities. You've opened doors to me to rooms that I never thought I'd ever enter. Of most importance, we've both learned how complete openness and honesty breaks down all barriers to a complete relationship. You've felt free enough with me to disclose things about yourself that I'm sure have never been shared with anyone else - and the same has been true with me.
"Now, with the free and easy exchanges with which we have no problem, I want to tell you about a fantasy that I had a short while ago - a fantasy that I would never have shared with anyone until you and I got together.

"This was my fantasy:

"I was with you, my only Master. We were spending some time in your cabin and indulging in our usual menu of bondage and discipline, intermingled with loving and caring sex. One afternoon, after we had engaged in a long exploratory discussion about all aspects of sexual asphyxiation, you looked at me with that special "Master's" look and I knew I was in for an interesting, painful and exciting afternoon and evening. You, very casually and in a matter of fact tone (as you sometimes used to torment me) said: "Gabi, my dear, I think I'm going to fully hang you by your pretty little neck.

"Of course, I was more than a little shaken by that statement and I told you so. But you ignored my protestations and casually walked over to your goody box, fumbled around and found a black scarf - it appeared to be made of a soft fabric - sort of a cashmere blend. You carefully folded it over lengthwise so it was about 4 inches wide. You then tied overhand knots at each end (about 17 to 18 inches apart.). You also got out your favorite whip (it was my favorite, as well) and a length of your favorite soft white nylon rope.

"Yes, my love, I'm going to really hang you, and whip you and fuck you until we both enjoy the most spectacular orgasms in the history of time."

"I said to myself, "You cocky bastard!"

"In your low Master's voice, you ordered me to go to the center of the Pleasure Platform and remove all of my clothes. Being an obedient Slave, I did what I was told. You followed me there and were soon as naked as I was. I was quite nervous. I really didn't know what to expect. Again, I thought: "Will he REALLY hang me?" I was fully aware that you generally said what you meant. So answering my own question, I said to myself: "Yes he would!"

"You told me to present myself so that my hands could be properly tied. I obeyed immediately - first standing before you - facing - then slowly turning around so my back was toward you. Finally, I moved my arms and hands behind my back placing my hands together in the small of my back. You then quickly and deftly tied my wrists together behind my back using the soft white nylon rope. I was ready to satisfy your desires.

"You took the black scarf and slowly and lovingly wrapped it around my neck bringing the two knots together at the back. Then you tied the knots tightly together with the rope forming a loop around my neck, Snug but not too tight. The feeling of the noose was extremely erotic. I was turned on. My breathing became rapid, my cunt juices began to run, I felt hot all over my body. I knew I loved sex but I was surprised at how turned on I was by the thought and act of being hung by my neck. Now I understood a little more why I was aroused by pictures of women being tortured and hung.

"When you were satisfied that the rope was securely fastened behind the knots so the noose wouldn't come apart - and satisfied that my head would not slip through the noose, you moved the knots just beneath my left ear below my jaw bone. Then you fastened the rope to one of the cables dropping down from the ceiling. The cable was controlled by an overhead hoist and your fancy remote control contraption. If you pushed the button, the hoist would engage and lift the rope, the noose and me up toward the ceiling.

"As I watched in fascination, apprehension and fear, you did just that. You pushed the button on the remote. I could hear the whir of the hoist. I felt the noose tighten around my neck. I was being pulled up. My body straightened. My neck became elongated. I was pulled up onto my toes. I had to fight to breathe. I gasped for breath and tried to gulp air. I began to feel dizzy. Everything was becoming hazy - grey. But my cunt juices were running more then before. I was dripping wet between my legs and all around my pussy.

"Then the hoist stopped. I was on my tip-toes and had trouble balancing myself - but if I tried very hard, I could get just enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out.

"I was amazed at how I felt. Even though you had not touched me sexually, I was so sexually aroused that I thought I would come right then - but I knew you wouldn't like that so I forced myself to maintain control. Oh, but how much I wanted you to fuck me. How much I wanted to take your hot prick into my mouth and suck it until you came inside of me.

"As if you read my thoughts, you grabbed me by the cheeks of my ass, forced my legs apart, lifted me and placed my pussy hole over the head of your cock. With one pelvic thrust you were inside me. I was hanging on your stiff prick.

"I was overwhelmed with the pleasure of the feeling and began pumping my ass to get the most out of our contact. I wanted you deeper inside me and tried as hard as I could to ram your prick deeper into me. You helped by releasing the hoist for a few inches so my body dropped down further onto your prick. What a feeling!

"But then you changed everything. You pulled your prick out - dropped my legs so my feet were again on the floor, picked up your whip and gave me a sound 50 lash whipping. Pleasure for you. Pleasurable pain for me.

"When the whipping was over you stood back, looked at me with your evil smile and said "now is the time." With that, you pressed the remote, I heard the now familiar whir and felt the noose tighten and my body again being raised first to a position on my toes and then higher to my tip-toes, I was dancing - almost in free air.

"I felt the world spin. I again gasped for air. My cunt juices ran faster then ever. My world became a hazy grey. Pink. Red. Bright white. I saw flashes of explosions. My head was about to explode. I wanted to be fucked again. I wanted to come. I WANTED TO FLY. I WANTED MY MASTER TO TELL THE HOIST TO LIFT ME UP AND UP SO MY FEET WOULD BE FREE OF THE GROUND. I WANTED TO HANG. I could hear myself pleading: Please Master, hang me, please, REALLY hang me!!!!!.

"And then my fantasy ended."

"So you see my darling, I have a new need and I can trust only you to satisfy it. I need for you to take me to the middle of the Pleasure Platform, or out by the pond, or any place that you might desire and I want you to hang me by my pretty neck - hang me so that I am not on my tip toes but dancing in air. Please Master, do this for me. For your love for me. I want to truly dangle for your pleasure."

Jim had been listening intently to Gabi's tale of her fantasy and her desire. He looked at her with deep love. Took her face into his hands and said: "Excuse me for a few minutes. I'll be back to give you my answer." With that he left and went into his private room.

She heard him moving around in his room. Heard his computer doing its thing and then he returned.

Gaby looked at him in amazement. He was still naked but he had leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a leather choker collar around his neck and a ball gag strapped deep into his mouth. He was carrying a tray with various items spread across it. Some of his nylon rope, a hangman's noose, his favorite whip, his remote and the key to his goody box. There was also an envelope addressed to Mistress Gabrielle.

She opened the envelope and read the following letter:

My dearest Mistress Gabrielle,
You've asked me to help you to realize your most erotic fantasy by hanging you completely off the ground by your beautiful neck. You've been very specific in the expression of your desire - even to the extent of describing in detail just where and how everything is to be done.
Your description has clearly told me of your fear about what will happen to you but has also assured me that you know everything will be all right because you have such trust in me - this trust, you've said, comes from the love that you feel for me and the love that I have expressed for you - a love that you feel very deeply.
As you probably already anticipate, as crazy as it may seem, I'll be quite willing to satisfy your craving. I know that the very thought and anticipation of the event has raised an orgasmic excitement within both of us that neither of us has ever experienced - an excitement that has made me (and, perhaps, you) shiver with anticipation. So yes, my delicious Slave Gabi, I'll be happy to hang you by your pretty neck completely off the ground at a time and place of your choosing…and I accept the trust that you've given me as a sacred obligation. I will be absolutely sure that you will come to no harm and our love will be even stronger then before.
But first, there is one important thing to be done.
You've always told me that you, as my loving Slave, have wanted me to use your body and mind, at any time and place, to satisfy all of my fantasies and desires. You've always said that my only limitation will be found in your trust in me, my love for you and my absolute commitment (both to you and to myself) that you will never come to any harm (discomfort, maybe, but not harm).
Now, before we put your trust to a test as serious as the one that you have now proposed, it's important and necessary that I show how much I, in turn, am willing to place my body and mind under your absolute control.
So, for the next 24 hours, please take me as your willing "Slave James" and do with me as you please.
During that period of time you may have me satisfy any and all of your needs and I will be your complete submissive. I am also giving you full control over Slaves William and Laura. You may use them to assist you - or please you - in any way that you may see fit.
My darling, for the next 24 hours your wish will be my command. After that we can go back to your request.
Your loving Temporary Slave, James

The next chapter (Chapter Twelve) of Gabi's Story will be written by Mistress Gabrielle. Stay tuned for their trip to New York where James became Gabi's (then "Mistress Gabi") willing slave.

Chapter Thirteen: Jim's Final Humiliation

One day not long after their trip to New York, Gabi and her Master were enjoying a beautiful day beside the pond. They were both buck naked and Gabi was blithely dancing in and out of the water, around the tree and back and forth in front of Jim. It was a lazy day but the exuberance of his lovely slave aroused Jim's desires. He stood, caught her as she was dancing under the tree and carried her to a spot under their "hanging limb." He quickly retrieved several lengths of rope from the goody box and strung her up by the wrists to the limb. She hung suspended and looked quizzically at her Master. What should she expect? The whip? The wand? What?

She thrashed her legs around in a bazaar dance as she hung like a puppet when suddenly she felt her Master's tongue being thrust into her hot pussy - and, at the same time, felt a well greased butt plug being pushed into her ass. The combination of the fast moving and thrusting tongue and the plug up her ass - together with the excitement of her dance soon brought Gabi to a wonderful, long orgasm.

Her Master was quite satisfied with this brief interlude (even though he had not reached an orgasm - yet) so he let her down and they both lay down on the cool grass to rest. Then…

Following is Gabi's continuation of the story:

I pounce on you, blindfold you, drag you to the tree and tie your chest, waist and legs to the tree, of course inserting the butt plug first, putting your head through the noose and throwing it over the extended limb, catching the loose end in my hand. Yes, my darling, scream all you want, but here is your friend/foe THE WHIP! One lash, rather gentle, another one across your nipples. Crack, your thighs. A little stroke across your hard hot dick. I kneel in front of you and lick and suck you gently, but I do not want you to cum yet. I open my legs, bend my knees and rub my wet pussy up and down your thighs. I tighten the noose, remove your blindfold, your eyes are popping and you are starting to gasp. Another crack across your chest, a hard caress across your stomach. You're trying to speak but your master, the noose, is denying the air you so desperately need. I hear the faint croak of "suck me, please my Mistress".......I respond: When I feel like it you greedy slave! Crack, again. Your head is leaning hard to the right. The rope tightens, your face reddens and begins to puff, your eyes glazed. I seize the moment, and the dick. I suck hard and fast. I am so turned on I have to resist the urge to bite you, but I am moaning as loud as you would like to - but can't. Your body suddenly surges and you cum. Your spurt of cum shoots deep down my throat......I love the taste and the heat of it. I loosen the rope, stand up and we kiss passionately and lovingly. We are as one. But I am still your Mistress, Madame Gabrielle and you are still my Slave Jimmy - my 24 hours won't be up for another several hours. So there…

Back to the story - by the Story Teller:

When Mistress Gabrielle (also sometimes identified as Slut "R" - a wonderful lover who had been part of Master James' life for many years) was finished with her Slave Jimmy she decided to leave him tightly bound to the tree - he hung limply from his bonds - but there was a look of contentment on his face - and a glimmer of a satisfied smile. She kneeled before him and slowly cleaned his now semi-hard prick with her still pulsating tongue. She licked the remains of his cum from every fold of his "manhood" and, after giving him one last long and loving kiss, she sat down on the grass to gaze upon her master/slave and savor his utter helplessness. She relished the power she felt - but at the same time she craved the power that he had over her. She knew that, shortly, the helpless slave that hung before her would again be her complete master and she would willingly and lovingly do everything she was called upon to satisfy his relentless lust. The very thought of it made her shiver with overwhelming excitement and anticipation.

But those where feelings and cravings for later. THIS was her moment. And with that thought she suddenly decided that she was not going to release him. Instead, she went to their goody-bag and found some chains, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, combination locks and a ball gag.

As Jimmy (slowly returning as Jim or Master James) watched quizzically, she wrapped the chains around and around his body - from his thighs all the way up to his armpits (removing the rope as she went along.) She pulled the chain tight against his body so he was still firmly bound to the tree (although she was nice enough to spread a small soft blanket between the rough bark and his back). His arms and hands were not chained. They were left free (at this time).

When he was securely chained she hooked the combination lock to the last link and fastened it to another link on the other side of the tree. He was locked in place. This done, she stood back and admired her handiwork.

He continued to watch her but not a word was uttered by either of them.

Then, she fastened the leather cuffs to each of his ankles (strong Velcro). Fastened a short piece of rope to one ankle, pulled the rope around and behind the tree and fastened it to the other foot. She pulled on the loose end and his ankles were pulled back and around the tree so his legs were spread with his feet on opposite sides of the tree. After this she did the same with the wrist cuffs - pulling his arms back and around the tree and fastening his wrists as far behind it as he could reach.

To finish things off, she reached between his legs and grasped the butt plug (which she had left in place with plenty of lubrication still greasing his slide) and gave it a few good shoves in and out to give his ready ass a thrill - he responded with a satisfied groan.

Now, with his body chained and locked tightly against the unrelenting tree, his ankles fastened at each side of the trunk and his wrists pulled as far behind as his arms could reach, he was completely immobilized. He could nod his head but the noose was still around his neck - with the loose end over the limb. He could still speak but when he started to say something Gabrielle (or was she really Slave Gabi) quickly squelched his voice be inserting the ball gag and pulling it as tight as she could. He was helpless and speechless.

Again, she stood back to admire her handiwork. Master James had taught her well about the art of binding a slave. She was quite satisfied with herself and to show her satisfaction, she approached the hanging body of her lover, pressed her naked body next to his thrusting her pelvis into his so they each felt the other's heat and lust. With that, she placed her mouth next to his ear and, for the first time, spoke:

"My darling Master, I am no longer Mistress Gabrielle. I am, again, your loving Slave Gabi and wanton Slut "R". But for tonight I'm going to leave you here to think whatever erotic thoughts may come into your very fertile mind. Please make a mental list of everything and anything that may please you and satisfy your most wild and passionate lust and desire. I will release you in the early morning and you may use me in any way you desire to satisfy that lust. Until then, good night, my love. See you in the morning."

And she left for their cabin - but not before she satisfied each of their cravings by whipping her helpless Master with over 20 hard lashes of their loving whip - which she dropped at his feet as she left.

Jim watched in dismay and fascination as his hot and pretty slave pranced down the path to their cabin. Just before the last turn down the path, she glanced back over her shoulder and with a couple of swishes with her naked ass, turned the corner and disappeared.

Jim now found himself alone and helpless. At least no insects would bother him. He always took care of the property by monthly spraying to see to it that they were never bothered by those pesky bugs.

But how was he going to make it through the night. It was now barely after sunset and Slave Gabi generally awakened at sunrise (hot and horny) to start her day. He knew she'd be back then - turned on and ready for whatever her master had in store for her. But that was hours away. He knew the combination to the lock but with his hands fastened around the tree trunk there was no way he could do anything about it. As his frustration became greater and greater, his chagrin at his little slave girl grew stronger and stronger. "That little vixen", he thought, "I'm going to teach her a lesson - or two, or three, or more - that she'll never forget. She's going to feel the whip harder and more then ever. And she's going to be strung up to the highest branch of this tree - upside down, by her ankles, crucified by her wrists - legs spread wide, rib cage protruding, gasping for breath. And speaking of breath, for the first time, I think I'll make her feel her toes leave the ground as I pull the noose tighter and tighter around her pretty neck. I'll show her who her master is."

He was really pissed. But at the moment, he couldn't do anything about it - so he decided to relax and just enjoy his predicament and think of the many wonderfully exciting ways he could punish his Slut Reni to make her pay for his ordeal. He had many thoughts.

He hung on the tree for several hours enjoying the many erotic punishments and exciting sexual encounters that he would be enjoying with his Gabi (or was it Slut Reni?) during the hours - days and years - to come. The heat in his loins became almost intolerable. If only his hands were free so he could play with his craving prick. If only his lover were kneeling in front of him sucking him until he exploded. If only, If only...He let his weight sink into the chains and dozed off. Suddenly, he was jolted awake by voices coming toward him through the woods. He thought it must have been about midnight.

Who could it be? The cabin was HIS private property. No one else was allowed to trespass.

The moon was bright and high so he could see, through a break in the trees, a man walking and leading a beautiful young lady by a chain fastened to a leather choker collar around her neck. To his relief, he recognized the man as a friend he'd made at the bar where he hung out for an occasional beer or vodka or two. His name was Hank and he and Jim had become pretty close - exchanging stories about their erotic sexual fantasies and experiences. They had even discussed the possibility of getting together at Jim's cabin to enjoy some quality time together with their respective slaves. Jim with Gabi and Hank with his little Cindy (the girl he had on the leash).

Hank walked into he clearing around THE TREE and halted in his tracks when he saw Jim helplessly chained to the tree and gagged so he couldn't speak.

At first, Hank's mouth fell open at what he saw. Then he began to laugh at his friend's obvious plight. "Hey, Jim. What're ya doin' there? Hanging around waiting for your slave to come out and blow ya? Or do you just like the feel of chains around your naked body? How about a beer?' And then he laughed even harder.

Jim, of course could only try to talk through the gag - but with little success. Finally, with head nods and eye motions, he got Hank to remove the gag so he could speak.

"OK, ass hole. It's not so funny - although, I think I'd have laughed like hell if I'd found you this way. Actually, you're almost right. My Slave Gabi put me here and left me for the night. Now I'm going to need your help in giving her the punishments that she's earned - and deserves. First, undo the chains and ropes so I can move around." Jim told him the combination to the lock and soon was free of all his bonds.

He and Hank then discussed Jim's plan for the next morning and Hank soon left with his little Cindy in tow. Gabi would be in for some surprises when the sun rose in the morning.

Chapter Fourteen - Sunrise: Gabi's Travail

The sun was just coming up over the pond when the door to the cabin flew open and pretty Gabi came dancing out - headed for the tree and her hanging Master. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her sheer red body suit - with her beautiful tits poking thru the holes that were cut out of the garment for better tit access for her Master. The crotch was also completely free of any interfering fabric - leaving her (now hot and juicy) pussy ready for her Master's further pleasures - and, of course, also leaving her puckered pink ass hole available for all sorts of intrusions.

Although she had slept quite well during the night, her dreams were filled with amazing fantasies of what she envisioned would be her Master's choice and his implementation of the punishments she would receive for what she had done to him. She chuckled at the thought of how angry he must have been at her for leaving him as a helpless slave tied to their favorite tree. Oh, how his masculinity must have suffered. His little Slave Gabi had bested him - he, the big, strong and demanding Master had been humiliated by his lovely little Slave Gabi. Ha!

She soon rounded the pathway the led her to the pond and their wonderful tree. The sun was just peeking over the treetop so she hurried her eager steps - she wanted so much to see her Master hanging from the chains - his prick hard as a rock and reaching up for her waiting lips and mouth.

She rushed ahead, ready to throw herself on her knees before her wonderful lover and take every inch of his manliness deep into her mouth and down to her throat. She could feel it and taste it.

She pranced down the path to the pond with all the rope she could handle from the goody box as well as several gags, leather cuffs and various other items from the box.

But! As she came closer to the open area around the tree, she looked and was suddenly transfixed. HER MASTER WASN'T THERE!!!! The tree was empty. No rope. No chains. No gag. No butt plug. No leather cuffs. No locks. No whip. Nothing. Even the sand around the tree appeared as if it had not been walked upon - not a single footprint.

She looked around frantically. What could have happened? Had something horrible happened to her Master? Had she really been dreaming of her fantasy of last night? She began to shake with fear and sat down under he tree and began to sob. Oh, Master! What have I done, she screamed out loud. I'm sorry. I'll never, never do anything like that again. Please come back to me - wherever you are, please, please come back. I promise, I'll be a good slave. You can punish me anyway that you want. I don't care how hard you whip me - or how long you hang me by my wrists or ankles - or how hard you tie me - or how many of your friends - or even strangers - you want me to satisfy. Anything - I even now admit that I really want you to hang me by my neck - to make me dance on air until the world around me turns red and purple. But please come back. Please! Please! Please! She knew her Master would use almost everything in meting out her punishment. She shivered in anticipation when she thought of it.

With that, Gabi buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. After she had cried for several minutes (she thought it was hours), she heard a soft, firm voice from the other side of the tree.

Well, my little smart ass. You thought you could take advantage of your Master's generosity. Too bad. Now you MUST be taught a REAL GOOD lesson. I hope you're ready for it.

Hearing HIS voice, she looked up (with the tears still filling her eyes) and saw his smiling face and knew immediately that everything was going to be all right. He was naked as she had left him. His prick was as hard as she had visualized and he was holding the whip draped over his shoulder. She knew she was in for some extreme punishment and welcomed the thought. At this moment her craving to satisfy all of her Masters most extreme fantasies was overwhelming. She reached her arms up - wrists together - silently asking him to bind her and take her to the absolute extreme of her punishment limits.

Jim took a length of rope from the pile that Gabi had dropped beside her and gently wrapped it around her waiting wrists (about 5 or 6 times) and cinched it tight by passing the loose ends between her wrists and tying it in place. Gabi waited passively - on her knees, hands and arms up and toward her Master as if praying to him, head down and eyes looking at the ground - and trembling in anticipation. Reaching behind her, Jim took hold of the sheer fabric of her body suit just behind her neck and with one strong yank, ripped the garment from its top down to the small of her back. Her back was stripped naked - obviously ready for her Master's whip. Picking up the whip, he pushed her head down so her body was bent forward - her back open and available for the whip and her forehead almost touching her thighs. Realizing what was to happen, she trembled even harder.

The first sensation she felt was the tails of the whip being gently laid across her back and being pulled across from one side to the other. It felt soothing and almost ticklish. Then, suddenly, the sensation was gone as the tails were lifted off her back, she heard a swish and then felt a searing pain as here Master brought the full 18 tails hard across her upper back. THWACK! The sound and the pain came together as one - and Gabi couldn't stifle the scream that started deep inside her gut, ran through her throat and escaped through her now wide opened mouth. Although the sudden pain was overwhelming, she couldn't stop the thrill that erupted deep inside her wet and dripping pussy. She had the feeling that her Master would have no problem making her come just by continuing her session with the whip. She wanted to feel the whip again and again, harder and harder. She wanted to be tied and helpless and made to cum by her Master's expert flogging.

THWACK!, THWACK!, THWACK! Master Jim kept the whip going without pause and without any comment from him. Just silence and the sound of the whip: Swish! Thwack!!, Swish! Thwack!! She felt it from her shoulders, to her upper back, her mid-back, her lower back and her bare ass cheeks. Relentlessly up, then down.

The, just as suddenly as it had begun, the lashing stopped - and, for the first time since the whipping began, her Master spoke:

OK, my little one, I'm going to let you stand before me. You can get to your feet now.

With her Master's permission, Gabi climbed slowly and painfully to her feet and stood (with head and eyes down) before her Master. Because she had not been given permission, she didn't speak.

Jim, placed his hand beneath her chin, lifted her head so their eyes met and spoke again:

Look around you my slave. I want you to see who else besides your Master and yourself is going to enjoy your punishment.

She looked around and, after blinking away the tears that filled her eyes, saw a burly man leading a pretty young girl by a chain fastened to a leather collar tightly cinched around her neck (she soon learned that this was her Master's friend, Hank, and his loving slave Cindy).

But there were more then just this one couple. She also recognized Slut "R" - who she always identified as her Master's favorite and most enduring, friend, lover, confidante, slave and dangler (and, sometime Mistress). And there were more. She couldn't quite count how many, but there were about 5 or 6 couples - all naked - some bound - some unbound - some with whips - some with lengths of rope of their own - all men with long hard pricks - and all women with figures that would enhance any rope or chain rigging - including suspension of any kind (wrist, ankle, tit or neck hanging) - and all sitting around the outside perimeter of the Tree, watching intently - and with great pleasure- the scene being played out by Master Jim and his Slave Gabi.

She also noted that Slut "R" was not accompanied. She assumed that "R" was meant for her Master's pleasure.

"Now, my dear, before we start your serious punishment, I'm going to permit you to enjoy one of your longstanding pleasure fantasies."

With that, he untied her wrists, blindfolded her, ripped off the remaining shreds of her body suit so she was completely naked and, after checking to be sure her blindfold was quite secure and she couldn't see anything, he led her to a grassy clearing near the pond - with which she was very familiar, having spent many hours there making passionate love with her Master. She, of course, followed obediently.

As she felt the soft grass beneath her feet, she sensed the presence of another person - or people - very close by. This sense was confirmed when her foot came in contact with the body of a person lying on the grass. She reached out with her toes and could feel that it was a man lying on his back.

As she moved her foot around on the body below her, Master Jim took her hand and moved it down until she could feel a long hard prick extending from the supine form. She was quite pleased to feel the long hard projection and wondered to whom it belonged. Master Jim satisfied her curiosity: "This, Gabi, is my friend Hank. You are now going to feel his hot prick enter your equally hot pussy and you're going to fuck each other most passionately."

He then spread her legs, moved her to a straddling position over Hank's waiting prick, had her squat down so he could position her over Hank/s body and, finally, guided Hank's hard member into her waiting and dripping cunt. She instinctively leaned forward so Hank's prick entered her as far as it would go and began undulating her pelvis up and down to get the maximum benefit from this new erotic contact. She heard Hank moan with pleasure and she, in turn, felt an overwhelming excitement from the contact.

As she leaned farther forward, she suddenly felt another presence behind her. She felt two feminine hands playing with her pretty pink ass hole and very quickly felt a hot, darting tongue licking and sucking on that open hole. Whoever it was licking her ass, she was quite good at what she was doing. The tongue darted in and out of Gabi's opening keeping in time with the rhythm of the fucking motion she was enjoying with Hank.

Jim soon introduced her to this new friend: Gabi, I'd like you to meet Cindy. She belongs to Hank and has been instructed to lick your ass hole until you scream with pleasure."

Gabi was reaching a fantastic high of erotic excitement when she suddenly felt her master's hand pulling her hair and lifting her head so her mouth was perfectly placed at he head of his prick (also hot and hard). "Now suck your Master's hot cock like you've never sucked it before. When I'm ready, I intend to shoot my cum down your throat like a fire hose - but not until I'm ready. In the meantime, you are to give my friend, Hank and your Master the very best fucking and blow job they've ever had."

Needless to say, Gabi was overjoyed to feel her Master's prick moving in and out of her mouth. She craved to feel it choking her and extending deep into her throat.

But this was not the end of her Master's special scene. As her passion climbed higher and higher, she felt Cindy's tongue leave her pretty pink ass hole and another mass begin to enter her. It was another man's prick - it must have been one of the guest - well lubricated and hard, wide and long. She felt it enter her to its maximum length and suddenly realized that one of her greatest fantasies was now being realized.

She was being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time - by two different well endowed men - and she was happily sucking her Master's prick.

As she was enjoying this wonderful moment, she now heard the swish and thwack and felt the exciting pain of the whip striking her across the back. Once, twice, three times and continuing in rhythm with the fucking and sucking that was going on all at one time. Between his heavy breaths (he was on the verge of orgasm), Master Jim told his sucking slave the wielder of the whip was none other than Slut "R". "I told my Slut that she could whip you as part of this wonderful scene - and to give her equal pleasure, I inserted and strapped a butt plug up her ass and a wand onto her pussy lips. She may be whipping you quite hard - I think she's jealous of you and this is her chance to give you her best punishment." As he spoke, the whipping became harder and harder and Gabi could hear "R" cry out with pleasure at every stroke. She was obviously also enjoying the butt plug and wand.

As her Master spoke, Gabi felt that she couldn't hold off from an overwhelming urge to orgasm. She sensed that all parties involved felt the same and pleaded with her Master to let her come.

"Not yet", he said through clenched teeth and she suddenly felt their silk scarf being wrapped around her neck and drawn tighter and tighter. The rhythm of the pussy and ass fucking, the prick sucking and the whipping grew more and more intense and the scarf noose became even tighter. Gabi felt her vision blurring and her urge to orgasm become even greater. She couldn't breath but she wanted the scarf to be tightened even more. She felt euphoric and frightened and soon became very faint. But she wanted more and more of the scarf. The whip. The twin fucking pricks. Then, as her Master gave one final hard pull on the scarf, Slut "R" gave one final extremely hard stroke of the whip, Hank and the guest fucker gave one deep thrust of their pricks and she sucked her Master's prick deep into her throat, her Master shouted "NOW!!!" Gabi let everything go and experienced the most explosive orgasm she had ever known - but as extreme and intense as it was, it all seemed like an out of body experience. She knew she was enjoying a fantastic orgasm but everything around here was like a fantastic dream and in her dream she was slowly fading away into nothingness - and then she lost consciousness. The scarf had succeeded in bringing her to the precipice of her Masters (and her own) ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. All in all, the scene was a fantastic success. Everyone came at once. It was an orgasmic miracle!!!!

Chapter Fifteen - Gabi's Punishment Begins

Soon, Gabi regained consciousness. She was lying on the grass in her Master's arms. He was holding her and kissing her gently. She opened her eyes and looked into his twinkling blue eyes and at his smiling face. His first words were:

I love you, Gabi. You and your mirror image, "R", are my only loves - and that love will survive any and all ordeals. Now, I want you to rest. I love you, but I must still punish you for what you did to me last night.

This little session was to show you how much I care for you - but you must understand that caring for you and loving you means that I must punish you (for your sake) for your transgressions. I'm going to entertain our guests while you rest and when I feel you're ready, I'll do to you what is necessary and appropriate to teach you your lessons. This will include many things: Strict bondage, whipping, suspension, all types of penetration, asphyxiation (various methods), air dancing and whatever else excites my imagination. Of course, our guests will be a great audience - and some may even participate.

With that, her Master kissed her passionately, stood up and walked toward the guests. It was still mid-morning. The day was beautiful. Blue skies, some puffy clouds. Low humidity. Moderately warm temperature. Gabi felt the warmth of the sun soothing the pleasurable pain of R's whip and as the erotic pleasure of being entered and fucked in every oriface of her body by multiple pricks and being lovingly strangled by her Master, she soon fell fast asleep. Needless to say, her dreams were filled with a constant plethora of erotic pleasure and pain - she slept soundly but constantly on the edge of a dream world orgasm.

Some time later, she felt the presence of her Master leaning over her. She was still completely naked, but free of all ties or restrictions. She looked up at her Master's smiling face (framed by the sun which showed that it was a little past high noon) and meekly returned his smile. She was still half asleep, but even in that state, she knew what was coming. Her punishment. She stretched, slowly got to her feet and presented herself to her Master in the appropriated slave's position - hands clasped behind her back, eyes and head down, feet slightly spread, neck extended and ready for her collar (or hangman's noose) and mouth open and ready for her gag.

Jim was ready. As he quickly tied her wrists together behind her back with a length the soft nylon rope, she shivered with ecstasy as she felt herself entering the world of pleasurable rope bondage. She loved the rope. Her ecstasy grew greater as he placed the gag between her lips and tightened the strap so the ball entered deep inside mouth (she only wished it was her Master's prick). Then came the soft leather collar (she hoped the rope noose would also be part of her punishment) and the short leather leash.

Her Master pulled her by the leash to a point under the spreading branches of the tree and placed her beneath one of the stoutest horizontal branches. I was about 5 feet above her head. He turned her to face the pond and for the first time since she had awakened from her sleep, she was shocked to see that her punishment audience had more than doubled - maybe even tripled. She had never been exposed or punished in front of such a body of excited and horny bdsm lovers as she now saw before her.

She couldn't quite comprehend her feeling: excitement, exhilaration, fear, humiliation, embarrassment or pride (she was sure she looked pretty hot and would be able to give them a great show under her Master's expert punishment). Knowing that her Master also took pride in her and the way she looked as a beautiful morsel of bound slave, she took great effort to stand straight with her tits pushed forward, her ass muscles tight and her eyes sparkling. She would show them how adept her Master was at bestowing the proper punishment to a recalcitrant slave and how his slave could endure his most severe efforts - all with the greatest love.

Placing her beneath the tree limb, her Master removed all of her bindings until she as completely nude (her newly shaved pussy began to quiver in anticipation).

Now, unencumbered, she took the brief moment of time before her Master's next move to look around at her audience. She thought she recognized some of them. Others were strangers. She noticed her nemesis (and sometime mirror image), Slut Reni. And there was Slave Jimmy. And Slave L. And, of course, her Master's friend Hank and his slave Cindy. There were also people that she recognized from some of the websites that she and her Master sometimes watched. She noticed Mark Davis and Derrick Pierce with their shaved heads and large hard cocks - and, in various bondage ties, they had with them Charley Chase and Lorelie Lee - all beautiful bondage and sex slaves from Kink - and all quite naked. Also were the crux bitches - Katrina, the Latina and others - all wearing leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as leather posture collars - ready to be hung from whatever tree branches that would become available. There were also couples that she didn't recognize - but were a cross section of many of the things that interested her and her Master: several gay couples - male and female, a couple of "butch' mistresses with their "boy toys" - and a few obviously straight couples who appeared to be quite excited about her upcoming punishment.

Suddenly her observations were interrupted by her Master's rough (he was no longer sweet and gentle) command for her to lie down on her back beneath the tree branch. Needless to say, she immediately complied. When she was in position, she felt her master lashing her ankles together with a length of soft rope. When her ankles were firmly tied by several turns of the rope - forming a wide, soft cuff - he moved to a point below her knees and added an additional firm tie - then above her knees - then her thighs. Then he took a thinner length of rope and wrapped it around and around her tits until they were popping out (as if begging to be sucked and pinched). Her wrists were next. They were tied in front of her with many turns of the rope (forming a thick cuff similar to the ankle tie).

She was now in simple but stringent bondage. But her Master hadn't finished. Pulling her by the wrist tie, he sat her up and proceeded to reinsert the gag. Then he placed a soft blindfold over her eyes - it was tight so that not only could she not see anything, but absolutely no light could penetrate. Then, to her surprise, she felt him inserting ear-plugs into each of her ears. They were soft, but thick, and were obviously designed to exclude all sound. Now, she could neither speak, nor see, nor hear. Her primary senses were all completely eliminated.

She was wondering what her Master had in store for her, when she felt him (again, roughly) turn her over so he had access to her ass and pussy. She felt his fingers entering both of her holes. The fingers were well lubricated and entered her quite easily. Again, she shivered in ecstasy and excitement. His touch always tuned her on.

She felt his fingers pressing in and out of her ass and pussy. He was applying more and more lube. And then she realized what he was up to. He wrapped a leather strap around her waist and through her crotch. Attached to the crotch strap were a butt plug and a large MAN sized dido. She felt both of them being pressed into her waiting orifices. She moaned with pleasure (but the moan could not be heard through the gag).

When the butt plug and dido were firmly into her ass and pussy, her Master tightened the crotch strap. They wouldn't be going anyplace. They were firmly in place - to stay. When her Master was satisfied that they were, in fact, firmly within her, he pressed a button on the remote controller that he had with him. Both the plug and the dildo began to vibrate and slowly wiggle within her. Wow! She thought, "This isn't punishment. This is pleasure.

But she soon found out that her Master had other things in mind. She felt him adding an additional tie through the ropes at her wrists and ankles. She felt the ankle tie being fastened to something. She didn't know what. But then she realized that it had been fastened to a hoist that went up to the tree limb. She had experienced this before and knew what to expect. Sure enough, she soon felt herself being slowly pulled upward by her ankles. First her legs were pulled up and off the ground. Then she felt her ass leave the surface. Then, her back - and her shoulders - and her head. She was hanging upside down by her ankles - but she felt herself being pulled even higher. Now her hands couldn't reach the ground. In reality, they were about two feet above the grass. At this point the hoist stopped and she felt her wrist rope being fastened to something below her. She guessed that her Master had arranged for stakes to be driven deep into the ground and the rope had been fastened to one of them. The rope was being pulled tight so her hands were pulled toward the ground. Then the hoist began again and she felt her body being pulled further upward and stretched as if on a torture rack. The hoist continued. Slowly, but relentlessly. her body was being pulled so tight that her ribs began to stick out, her tits flattened (but her nipples protruded and her stomach was sucked in. She was being stretched to her maximum. Then it stopped. She hung suspended upside down, and stretched - and she knew what she was in for. As her Master had sometimes said, she was now an exclamation point (!!!!!!) - a perfect position to be soundly whipped.

The hoist had stopped. Gabi hung suspended, but nothing seemed to be happening. What Gabi couldn't see - or hear - was the procession of guests who had been invited by Master Jim to gaze upon the form of his lovely slave. They all walked slowly by, examining her body and salivating at the thought of her further punishment. The men's pricks were all extended and hard and many of the women were playing with their nipples and/or their pussies as they looked. Everyone was hot with anticipation.

After about 15 minutes of this parade of voyeurs (to Gabi, it seemed like hours), Gabi felt her Master's face next to hers. He removed one of the ear-plugs and whispered into her ear: My darling, you must realize by now that part of your punishment is to be a sound whipping. You are now ready for that phase of your ordeal. But more is to come - that you will learn about later. As for your whipping, I've decided that you're to receive a minimum of 200 lashes. You won't get them all at one time but over a period of the next 3 or 4 hours - after which I think you will have had enough - at least for now. Right now, I'm going to start you off with about 20 to 30 strokes of our favorite whip. Then I'm going to turn the whip over to some of our guests who have bid for the opportunity to whip your juicy body. I've selected the two highest bidders to enjoy this pleasure. They've all bid substantial amounts. Everyone was eager for the honor. The money will be placed in a fund that will go to you (in the form of a money order) when your punishment has been completed.

With that said, Jim replaced the ear-plug and Gabi was sent back to her world of silence. Her next perception was the feeling that her audience had become silent and were watching her in rapt attention. They, as she, were waiting breathlessly for Jim to start the whip. Suddenly with tremendous force he swung the whip. With a strong "swish" and a loud "THWACK" it wrapped itself her waiting ass. Gabi, though tightly bound and stretched to the limit, jumped and quivered from the sudden pain. She had expected her Master to start gently and build to a maximum slash - but this first stroke was heavy, hard and painful. Her entire body screamed with the sudden and unexpected pain. Yet, with the pain, Gabi felt an overwhelming excitement and erotic pleasure. She had not expected this from her Master, but she knew she still craved it. She spoke silently into her gag: More, Master. More!

As if he sensed her silent plea, Jim continued to criss-cross his slave's body with lashes of the relentless whip. From her ass to her back, across her thighs, across her stomach, her tits (the pain to her nipples was excruciating) and then back to her ass and her back. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!! She tried to make her body get away from the devil whip but her bindings held her tight and rigid and the whip followed her every attempted move - her taut body continued to jerk from the pain as she screamed into her gag - and the audience erupted with applause at their host's expert wielding of the whip.

After about 30 hard strokes her Master slowly eased up on his ferocity. He could see that his little slave was sobbing and her body was still shaking and jerking from the pain. He continued to lash her but his stroke became gentler and the whip became an instrument of soft caresses rather than intense pain. After a total of about 50 strokes, he stopped, bent to Gabi's mouth, removed the gag and kissed her lips. Softly, yet passionately. She returned his kiss and whispered in his ear: "More Master. More!"

Jim kissed her again. Still passionately and still long and lingering. He thought to himself: Oh, how I love this little slave of mine - even when she's not my slave but my stern mistress. The truth is, I love this wonderful person who has invited me to be her master and who also takes great pleasure in lovingly asserting herself as my punishing mistress. I'm so-o-o-o lucky.

Recognizing that Gabi's body had enjoyed more than enough racking pain (but not quite enough whipping), Jim removed her blindfold and the ear-plugs (her gag was still out) and slowly lowered her to the soft ground beneath the tree limb. As her body reached the ground, she crumpled into a ball with a sigh of relief. She was always amazed at just how much her Master recognized the extremes of her endurance. She was permitted to rest beneath the tree for 30 or 40 minutes while Jim got himself a drink and some snacks at the bar which had been set up beside the pond and began to circulate among the guests who had been enjoying their own pleasures while watching Gabi's punishment. As Master James got his drink, most of the audience also discontinued their "playing" (various mini-sessions of bondage, whipping, fucking, sucking, strangulation, etc.) and joined Jim at the bar. Some of the beautiful female slaves tried to cuddle up to him, wanting him to punish them as they had observed him punishing his little Gabi. But he gently pushed each of them aside and back to their respective masters. He was interested only in his Gabi. Another female (or male) slave would only be acceptable with Gabi's consent and participation.

Chapter Sixteen: Gabi's Punishment Continues - Kink's Involvement

After Master James had enjoyed his drink (vodka on the rocks, with a splash of cranberry juice) and had poured himself another, he returned to his resting slave. She was still curled up on the ground. Awake and alert and waiting for her Master to take his pleasure with her ready and eager body.

Although the gag, blindfold and earplugs had been removed, Jim had left the crotch strap with the butt plug and dildo in place, tightly buckled in place. Gabi continued to enjoy their feeling and really wanted them to remain within her just as long as her Master continued his punishment.

With his drink in hand, Jim took Gabi's hand, lifted her to her feet and proceeded to tie each of her wrists to two rings, about 6 or 7 feet apart, hanging by thin cables from the upper branches of the tree. The rings were about a foot above her head. As each wrist was fastened to the rings her arms were spread apart (well above her head.) He then lashed each of her ankles to stakes buried deep in the ground about 6 or 7 feet apart. Each of the ankle ropes were pulled tightly toward the stakes so her legs were pulled far apart - with the butt plug and dildo still staying tightly strapped in place. Her feet remained on the ground but she was effectively spread eagled below the tree limb.

She soon realized that she was thus presented to receive more of the whipping punishments that her master had promised her. She also remembered that her Master had told her that some of the onlookers had bid for the opportunity to be part of her punishment. As she remembered what she had been told, she looked up and there they were coming toward her. It was the two of the girls from Kink, Charley and Lorelie. The girls were completely naked. Their wrists were tied in front of them - many turns of soft hemp rope (a specialty of "Kink"). Walking behind them were Kink's Mark and Derrick - each carrying whips very much like her Master's favorite.

As they came under the tree, Mark took Charlie and Derrick took Lorelei each to separate spots beneath separate tree limbs. The ropes hanging from the girls wrist ties were thrown over other thick tree limbs and the girls were strung up and hung by their wrists about a foot off the ground. Although the girls were obviously in pain from their predicaments, they each were looking at Gabi as if to say: "We know what you're going through, girl friend. We've been there ourselves." Gabi stared at her "sister" slaves intently and acknowledged them with a small nod of her head. As she looked at them, she also saw that Mark and Derrick's pricks were especially long, thick and VERY hard. She had seen them many times in Kink videos but realized the in "real life" they were even longer, thicker and harder looking then in any of the videos.

When Mark and Derrick had completed the suspension of their slaves, they both turned toward Gabi. Mark came close to her, looked at her with an evil grin and whispered: "I'm sorry, little slave, but your Master gave us an offer we just couldn't refuse. We're going to whip you and fuck you like you've never been whipped or fucked before (except, maybe by your Master Jim). We don't intend to stop until we're told to by your Master. I guess you'll just have to trust that he understands your limits and will be here to protect you."

With that, her new disciplinarians took places behind and in front of her and began slowly to take turns flogging Gabi's back and front with alternating slashes of their whips. At first, Gabi felt the sting of the whips as moderate slashes but soon the intensity increased and after about 10 strokes by each whip the THWACKS became harder and the pain more and more excruciating. Gabi's screams resounded through the woods surrounding the tree and her body jerked and jumped to the limits of her bonds. The lashes, sometimes together, sometimes one after the other, criss-crossed her body - front and back - across her ass, her tits, her thighs, her back, her stomach, her back again. Each of the whips were relentless in their search for any and all sections of her skin that hadn't been touched. She was literally bouncing up and down at the end of her wrist ropes. She couldn't stop the tears from running out of her eyes. Nor could she keep herself from uncontrollably sobbing and screaming. She knew that her pain was for the benefit of her Master and was willing to endure it for that reason - and she also knew that she really wanted to feel the pain. It was a major turn on for her. Her Master's punishment was her pleasure.

After her tormentors had soundly thrashed her for about 30 strokes of each of their whips, they both stopped. Mark walked behind her, put his hands on her hips and lifted her ass and pussy back toward his waiting prick. As his prick began its entry into her now hot pussy, Mark stopped and looked at Master Jim. Jim looked at Gabi. Their eyes met - she knew what he was looking for - if she didn't want Mark to enter her, he would not permit it. She looked deep into her Master/Lover's eyes and through her tears and sobs gave him a brief nod of assent. With that, Jim nodded his OK to Mark. Without delay, Mark shoved his prick fast and hard into Gabi's hungry pussy. As it entered deep into her cunt she screamed as loud as she had ever screamed - but this wasn't as scream of pain, but of erotic pleasure. Her body shuddered with the overwhelming pleasure of a major fucking. Mark continued to fuck her - in and out - in and out - deep, deep, deep, deeper. Wow!!! She wanted to come but knew that that was not permitted without her Master's approval - which wasn't coming at this moment. Mark continued to thrust in and out for about 10 or 15 minutes and then pulled out and stepped aside for Derrick to enjoy Gabi's sweet pussy. He also fucked her for about 10 or 15 minutes.

With the intrusion of Mark's and Derrick's huge pricks into her cunt and the intensity of the fuckings that they gave her, Gabi was overwhelmed with erotic passion. The more she got from her Master's idea of punishment, the more she wanted. She wanted to come. She wanted to come in her Master's mouth. She wanted to be fucked by her Master. She wanted her Master to whip her; to pinch her nipples - hard; to fuck her in her cunt; to fuck her in her ass to do other erotic things to her, to enjoy his ultimate erotic pleasure from her willing body (But, she wondered, was she up to offering this special pleasure to him?

She wanted all these things NOW. But she knew she'd have to wait until her Master said she was ready.

Chapter Seventeen: Gabi's Punishment Goes On - Mark and Derrick

When Derrick completed his session with Gabi, he and Mark turned to their slaves Charlie and Samantha. Gabi was left spread eagled and strung up. She was dripping with sweat and covered with whip marks from head to toe. Master Jim left her in that condition for about a half an hour and then casually walked over to her and said:

You know my dear, Mark and Derrick have done such a good job with you and you've been such a great slave, I think I'm going to allow you to give them both a good blow job.

He signaled to two of the servants he had tending to his guests. Two young studs. naked of course, quickly loosened Gabi's wrist and ankle ties and took her to a tall, smooth whipping post standing in a clearing next to the pond. She was backed up to the post and made to kneel with her feet extending back and around to either side. Her ankles were tied to rings on either side (about 6 inches above the ground. Her wrists were tied together in front of her and then her arms were pulled up and the wrist tie fastened to a ring on the post - above her head. Then to her surprise, and pleasure, she felt one of the young studs pushing a wand between her thighs and forcing its head against her clit. When this was done, the servants left her. She looked around and saw that all guest activity had stopped and the guests were observing her. She was proud of the way she looked when she was bound like this so she held her body erect, pulled her stomach in and pushed her luscious tits as far out as they would go. She was sure that every man and every lesbian present envied her Master having such a wonderful and exciting slave.

It this point, her Master came forward with Mark. Mark's prick was still rock hard and seemed to be pulsating. Her Master instructed her that she was to suck and lick his prick until he came but that he was not to come in her mouth. That pleasure was reserved for her Master only. Mark was to pull out just as he reached orgasm and was to continue jerking himself off until he came all over her face and neck and down to her tits. He was then to smear his cum over her face and she was to lick his fingers clean. Derrick's blowjob was to follow the same rules except that when he was reaching orgasm in her mouth, he was to pull out, shove his ample prick between her tits and fuck her tits until he came. She was then to lick both men clean. Her Master promised that he would be the final one to enter her body but that would be after Mark and Derrick had been satisfied. When he finished his instructions to Mark, derrick and Gabi, Jim turned back to Gabi, bent down to her, grasped one of her nipples between his lips and sucked hard and long. She shuddered with the pleasure of the pain. He then reached over and pressed the start button on the wand, (on "high"), stood up and walked toward the bar and snack table. The sudden start of the wand sent even more shivers of erotic excitement through Gabi's body. She looked at Mark and Derrick and shouted: C'mon you male whores, I want to suck your hot pricks. Do as my Master's told you. My mouth's ready for you. One at a time, or both at once. Your choice! And with that, she opened her mouth wide and strained forward on her bonds to reach whichever long prick came her way.

Mark was first to shove his prick into her hungry mouth. It was as if she hadn't sucked a prick in many months - and she craved the pleasure of that feeling. She sucked it in as far as she could until she felt it going deep into her throat. The feeling, together with the vibrations of the wand, made her shake all over. She sucked and licked the length of the long, hard rod and flicked her tongue around its tip. She was happy to hear Mark moan with pleasure…..But oh, how she wished it was her Master. He tasted sooo gooood. Mark was good and his prick was a pleasure to suck, but he was not her Master. Her Master was, by far, the best.

As she sucked and licked she turned her head slightly so she could see her Master leaning on the bar. She was happy to note his obvious interest in her expert treatment of Mark's cock.

Soon, Gabi's expert manipulation of her mouth and tongue began to bring Mark to the point of a massive ejaculation. He began to groan even louder - and louder. And Gabi sucked harder and faster. She could feel his body tense as his orgasm started. She knew he was about to cum and could sense his cum was going to be a huge mass. At the last second he pulled out! Notwithstanding her Master's instructions, Gabi really wanted to taste Mark's cum. As he pulled his exploding prick from her reaching mouth his cum squirted all over her face, her cheeks, her chin, her neck, around her eyes, in her hair - it was a huge wonderful mess - and Gabi loved the sensation. She stretched her neck to reach his retreating prick but to no avail. Jims instructions were to be strictly observed. Disappointed, she sagged in her bonds with the hope that she'd have better luck with derrick. "The hell with my Master's instructions, she thought. "I want to swallow someone's cum."

Then it was Derrick's turn. After watching his friend Mark, Derrick was as hot as a firecracker for what he thought would be the greatest blowjob he'd ever received. He quickly moved in front of the sagging Gabi, grabbed her by her hair and lifted her head so that her mouth was right in front of his now steaming prick. Gabi didn't hesitate. She opened her lips wide, stretched forward and engulfed his prick all the way into her craving mouth. She loved the feeling. As with Mark she sucked and licked and tongue flicked every square inch of his hot "shlong." His moans became shrieks as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. It wasn't too long before he was ready toe come. Also, just as with Mark, he pulled out before he came. But he still had something left. He bent down so his prick was between Gabi's tits. Cupping her tits between his hands he pushed them together around his prick. She was sweating profusely so he slipped back and forth between her mounds just as though they were greased with oil. He continued to moan, as did Gabi, and the combination of the wand and being fucked between her tits drove Gabi to the edge of her own orgasm. Derrick fucked harder and harder and then: DOUBLE ORGASM. Derrick came between her tits His cum spurted up toward her chin - all over her chest and all over her tits.

Now, she was covered with cum from her face to her waist. Yes, she was a mess - and she loved it.

As the two "male whores" walked proudly away, Master James left the bar (drink in hand) and came to his sagging slave.

OK, my dear, it's your Master's time. I'm going to have your friend Slut "R" and new friend Slave Cindy clean you up and present you to me for some pleasure time for Master Jim.

Obediently, "R" and Cindy released Gabi from the pole, took her by the hands (each with one hand) and led her to the cabin for her "cleaning."

In the meantime Master James arranged things for his final "punishment" of his recalcitrant slave.

Chapter Eighteen: Gabi's Final Punishment - The Beginning

In a little while, "R" and Cindy returned with Gabi in tow. She had been showered and scrubbed, her hair had been washed and her body had been well oiled. Jim looked at her and thought to himself: My God!! She's so beautiful! And I love her with all my heart.

With that thought, he turned his focus to his slave's final punishment.

Gabi was led to the tree where Jim was waiting. She looked around and saw a straight-backed chair standing under the "hanging limb." From the limb and directly over the chair was hanging a thick rope at the end of which was a well fashioned hangman's knot.

Jim took her to the chair and stood her facing the seat. He sat down facing her and told her to turn so he could secure her hands behind her. She obeyed and shivered when she felt the rope securing her wrists behind her back. That done, he turned her around and ordered her to kneel before him. She did so. He spread his legs and placing his hands on her cheeks, pulled her head closer to his crotch. His prick was very hard. He pulled her down by her hair until her face was just in front of his prick. She was so hungry to taste her Master that she immediately opened her mouth to engulf the full amount of his manliness. She was overwhelmed with the excitement of at last sucking her Master's hot prick. As she sucked it for it's full length, she suddenly felt the sudden pain of a whip lashing her back. She jumped with the shock and surprise. She soon realized that "R" was wielding her Master's whip and was intent on whipping her mirror image as hard as she could while her Master's prick was being sucked and licked to orgasm Resigning herself, Gabi continued to suck deeper and deeper and faster and faster - and the whip kept pace. Swish1 Thwack!! Swish! Thwack!!! Oh, how Gabi loved to suck her Master. Oh, ho she loved to be bound. Oh, how she loved the pain of the whip.

The sucking and whipping continued for a long period when Jim suddenly stood up and sent Slut "R" away. He turned and sat on the chair. His prick was still hard and erect. Sitting on the chair he moved Gabi toward him. He had her sit facing him straddling his lap and the chair so her pussy lips were just above the head of his waiting prick. He pulled her down and entered her. She felt she would faint from the sudden pleasure that she was receiving. He moved his pelvis up to seat his prick deeper into her cunt and she thrust herself down to meet him. Their mutual pleasure was intense.

As her passion grew and grew, she realized that her Master had reached up, taken the hangman's noose and slipped it over her head. He placed the noose knot just behind her left ear and next to her jaw-bone and tightened the knot. She shivered when she felt it tightened around her neck. The feeling always excited her.

She then heard the whir of the motor above her head. She knew what it was. It was the motor that raised the noose upward to hang her from the branch above her head. The whirring continued but so did her Master's fucking her from below. She felt the noose tighten even more. She was being pulled up by the hanging rope but being held down by her Master's strong grip around her arms. He was holding her down to keep her skewered on his prick.

She began to feel rope choking her so she couldn't breath. She was gasping for breath. Which feeling was more intense? The excitement of being strangled or the thrill of being fucked by her Master? She wanted to come. She wanted to be hung. She wanted both. The noose became more relentless. Her Master had pushed the remote button that lifted her further and further up toward the branch - but he still pulled her down to his lap and prick. He was purposely hanging her and fucking her at the same time. Her vision was now blurred. Everything before her was turning gray, red, darker gray, brighter red, fluorescent white. She was in never-never land. Then suddenly as everything was turning black she felt her orgasm explode like a bolt of lightning and a clap of thunder - and heard her Master's primevil cry and felt the violent explosion and the impact of his cum filling her insides… Then - complete blackness. A void. But, she would always believe that in that void, she heard the sound of loud applause and cheering from the assembled audience.

Chapter Nineteen: Gabi's "Request" Revisited

Much later, Gabi awakened. She was in her Master's arms. They were still under the tree. She raised her head, their eyes met. They looked at each other for several minutes - nothing said. Then Gabi took a deep breath and said to her Master:

Master, a long time ago I asked you to hang me - to really hang me. I wanted to be your air dancer. My pleasure is always to please you and we both know how we're turned on by the thought of my being your personal "dangler." Well that's what I want now. You said you'd grant my request if I first became your firm Mistress for 24 hours. Well, we've had the wonderful Amsterdam experience. So, now I'm requesting again: Please Master. Hang me. Hang me so my toes leave the ground. I want to have that experience. I want to feel that I am flying for my Master's ultimate pleasure. Please, Master. Please…and I want you to do it NOW, TODAY! OUT HERE UNDER OUR TREE! FACING OUR POND! AT SUNSET!!! In the presence of all your guests.

Jim looked at her long and hard then softly he said: All right my dear. I'll grant your wish. I'll make the announcement to our guests - they'll continue to party and we can rest for the next few hours until just before sunset. At that time, we will both prepare ourselves for your hanging. But please understand, once we complete our rest and things are set in motion to fulfill your request, you can no longer withdraw your request. YOU WILL BE HUNG!!!!!

Gabi replied: Yes Master. Thank you. I love you.

Chapter Twenty: Gabi's Request - Ordeal and Fulfillment

Master Jim had taken his now happy slave into the cabin so they could take a break from the festivities at the pond. They climbed into their huge bed and soon slept comfortably nestled together in a "spoon" position. Gabi had a smile on her face - a smile of contentment and anticipation.

Soon Jim's internal clock told him it was time for preparation - it was about an hour and one half before sunset. He slipped on a pair of khaki shorts and awakened his sleeping lover. She rolled over, looked at him, stretched and smiled. Hi Master. I'm ready. Please keep your promise.

His response was simple: I'm sending in three handmaidens to prepare you for your next "adventure." I'm sure they'll take proper care of you - and you'll enjoy their company. Please keep in mind that they are to present you to me under the tree at least 30 minutes before the sun is scheduled to set - which, tonight will be 5:18 PM. Needless to say, you are to be properly attired.

With that, her Master turned and left the cabin.

The rest of Gabi's ordeal is told by Gabi herself - as it happened - as she felt it.

My Master has left to prepare everything for my coming ordeal, I feel overwhelmed with a multitude of emotions. I really can't tell one from the other. The only thing I know is that I'm shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. I'm cold and shivering, and at the same time I feel hot flashes of lustful erotica. I feel light headed and giddy, excited, frightened, apprehensive, terrified, overjoyed, exuberant…every emotion that I've ever experienced is rushing through me.

But now everything around me is quiet and calm. I feel a warm glow beginning within me. My Master has agreed to satisfy my greatest and most erotic desire. I'm going to experience something at his hands that I've been dreaming and fantasizing about for a long, long time - and I know that he's the only person in the world that I can trust to take me through my ordeal with the greatest of love and caring. I'm sure I can trust him. Then, why am I trembling with apprehension?

As all these thoughts run through my head, the cabin door opens and my handmaidens walk in.

Oh my God! What a surprise! First there is Slut "R" - dressed in a hot looking leather body harness that wraps around her body from behind her neck, then around and under her perfect tits, down and around her waist - from front to back and, finally down through her ass crack, up through her pussy walls and up to the waist strap where it buckles and pulls everything very tight. Then comes two hot looking girls that I recognize but have never met: Abigail and Monique.

Abigail, who, I learn, is also called Abby, is naked except for a white t-shirt which she has pulled up and over her luscious tits so they protrude below the shirt - and, Monique, who I know as a true "gasper" whose air dancing pictures have appeared in many places on the internet. She's dressed in a sheer black body suit.

"R" seems to take the lead. She goes directly to Master James' special closet (where he keeps the sexy clothes he likes me to wear). She reaches in, fumbles through the hanging clothes and comes to me with a very sheer bright white body suit. It's similar to Monique's but I notice that it's more like the red suit I wore this morning when I went out to greet my Master - the one he ripped from my body when he whipped me. It has cutouts at my tits and crotch so my tits, pussy and ass are always exposed. I know the outfit well and know my Master loves it.

The three girls are now busy getting me ready and I'm becoming more and more excited. I can feel my heart beating a mile-a-minute. I can almost hear it. The warm glow that started in my cunt has now extended to my entire body. My pussy is quivering in anticipation… and I'm frightened almost out of my mind. I can't stop shaking.

I obediently step into the body suit. It's a perfect fit - as I knew it would be. Clinging bright white gossamer lace that lets my tan body show through to perfection. To express her approval, "R" reaches out and squeezes my tits. Then she begins pinching my nipples. In seconds my nipples are popping out and hardening like a man's prick with a "hard on." The sensation turns me on even more.

Then with a head nod from "R", Abby pushes me back on the bed, spreads my legs and begins to lick my pussy. Her tongue darts in and out. She seems to know all of my sweet spots and hits each and every one of them. I am screaming and moaning in ecstasy. I want to come but know I can't. That's for my Master. In the middle of one of my screams of passion, I feel both "R" and Monique climbing onto the bed. Monique begins sucking on my nipples and fingering my ass (both at the same time). "R" climbs up and straddled my head with her pussy over my face. She settles her butt down and shouts to me to lick her cunt and her ass hole. I'd never eaten a girl before so I hesitate. But I'm so turned on by everything that's happening to me that I immediately open my mouth and begin sucking her clit and licking her ass (I notice that it's a pretty pink). WOW!! This is probably the most aroused I've ever been - except when I was satisfying any one of my Master's many erotic urges.

Then, as fast as everything started, at a signal from "R" all three of them stop everything, climb off the bed and just look down at me. I lay still and begin to think of what awaites me under the Tree.

OK, slave, it's time, "R" says. And with that, she tokes me by the hand and gently pulls me up from the bed. I'm still trembling. She leads the way out of the cabin with Abby and Monique each holding one of my hands.

As we walk down the pathway, Monique leans toward me and whispers, Don't be frightened little one. You're going to love the feeling. You'll feel like you're really flying and your whole body will explode with an overwhelming ecstasy when you come. Just remember to tighten your neck muscles as much as you can when you feel the noose tightening and your toes leaving the ground. That way you should be able to last for several minutes before you see (and feel) the world around you exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors - and then disappearing into darkness. Then, when you come out of it, you'll feel completely satiated - with a feeling of wonderment and happiness like you've never experienced before.

Abby just looks at me with loving eyes. She squeezes my hand and whispers: It's OK. You know you can trust your Master. He'll be sure to keep you safe.

Finally, after what seems like the longest walk I've ever taken, we turn the bend in the pathway and there in front of me is the Tree, the Pond and my Master. We approach the Tree. When we're about 20 feet away, Monique and Abby let go of my hands and disappear somewhere toward the Pond and "R" walks toward my Master and positions herself just behind him and to his right. She's obviously going to assist him.

I just stand there and, for the first time, look around and focus on what I'm seeing. Everything seems surreal. The sun is just beginning its descent over the Pond. The leaves of the Tree are gently swaying with the warm breeze. The guests (which seem to have doubled in number) are spread all around the edge of the Pond. They're spread out to my right - obviously to give them a better view of what's going to take place under the tree. Some are on camp chairs that they had obviously brought with them to witness the "event." Some are sitting or reclining on blankets. Some of the women are blowing their men. Some of the men are eating their women. Some men and some women are just masturbating. But when they realize that I've arrived, everyone suddenly stops, all eyes turn toward the Tree and focus on the tableau before them.

I stand as tall and erect as I can. I know I look great and hope I can make my Master proud. I turn my eyes toward him. He's smiling. It's HIS special, loving smile - not the evil one. His blue eyes sparkle with excitement. Our eyes meet and I see in an instant that he's telling me how much he loves me and how proud I make him feel. We both know that what I am willingly submitting myself to is not part of my punishment, but a fulfillment of my greatest fantasy at the hands of my only Master. It's also a display of my Master's love and caring for me and my absolute trust in that love and caring…and I am fully aware that this is also his greatest fantasy.

Glancing up into the branches of the Tree, I see a hangman's noose of very thick, white rope hanging about 2 feet above my head. The rope is different then the soft nylon that my Master always uses. This appears to be thicker and (at least from appearances) softer then our "regular" rope. My heart skips a beat.

That noose suddenly puts everything into focus. This is it! At my own request, I am to be hung by my neck - completely off the ground. I am to become my Master's true dangler. I feel and hear my heart beating rapidly … and, for some reason, my pussy begins to fill with my juices. I'm soaking wet in only a few seconds… and my trembling begins again.

As I look around, I also see that my Master has rigged a large, full length mirror about 10 feet away and to my right … when I'm turned around to face the Pond, I'll be able to see the mirror as well as the crowd of guests at all times during my ordeal … that is, if I can see at all.

My Master is looking at me with that same smile on his face, but his look seems very attentive. His eyes meet mine and, as if I'm being pulled toward him by some magical force, I begin to walk slowly forward until I stand before him - directly under the noose that's swinging gently in the breeze.

We stand face to face - only about a foot apart - and stare into each other's eyes. He reaches out, takes me by my shoulders and slowly turns me around. I'm now facing the Pond - and directly under the noose. My Master is behind me.

Knowing what I'm expected to do (as a good and obedient slave), I put my hands behind my back- wrists crossed - and wait for my Master tie me. He does just that. Using a length of his regular soft nylon rope he deftly ties my wrists together - looping the rope around and between my wrists until they're firmly bound. A new thrill runs through me. The thrill of the rope that I love so much. That thrill is extended even further. "R" is behind me. She's pulling my lags apart. I feel a butt plug sliding into my ass hole. It's well lubricated and slides in easily. As the end passes my sphincter muscle, the muscle tightens and I feel the plug locked in place. Now she's bringing my legs together and tying my ankles together - much as my Master has done.

My Master then walks around and stands facing me. He's looking deep into my eyes. His eyes are serious now. He reaches up, grasps the noose and pulls it down. Slowly. I feel the soft rope dropping over my head, settling on my shoulders and wrapping itself around my neck. He pulls on the knot. The noose slowly tightens - he places the knot just below my left ear and the noose tightens even more - I feel it squeezing my neck - softly but firmly - I shudder. I know what it's there for.

My Master leans forward and whispers: My darling, we both know why we're here and what we intend to do. I've told you that once we get under way, there's no turning back. Now, before we go any further, I want you to be sure that this is what you want. If you decide that you no longer want to "go to the extreme" it will be perfectly fine with me. I'll understand and our guests will be perfectly happy with your wonderfully exciting "toe dance" instead of an "air dance." As a matter of fact, you look so beautiful just the way you are, they'll be happy to just look at you and finish what they've already started. So, tell me, my sweet lover: DO YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?

I take a deep breath, close my eyes and whisper back to him: Yes, Master. Please hang me.

As I whisper these words another thrill runs through my body and, for some reason, an e-mail that I once sent to my Master comes back to me as if I had memorized it in its entirety:

Sometimes our eyes meet and you clearly see the message.....I want you to control me...I NEED for you control me....tie me, bind me, make me wince with pain, I must submit my whole being to you, I have no will, for you are forever my guide, my teacher, my master, your whims are my happiness. And when I feel your ultimate punishment, and cannot breathe any more, the release overwhelms us both and we love and are happy.

I open my eyes and gaze into his. Does he clearly see my message? I hope so. His eyes are now sparkling. He did see my message.

As I feel my love for him surge, I now see him (with his obedient remote control gadget in hand) push on the remote button. I hear the whir of a motor up in the tree. The rope above me begins to extend upward. The noose pulls upward as well. I feel it tightening around my neck. Soft, thick rope noosed in a perfect hangman's knot. Tightening very slowly. Gently wrapping itself around my neck until I feel its touch in a complete circle. The knot is just below my left ear. It tightens a little more. I feel my breath being cut off - but only slightly. I'm on my toes - but not all the way up to my tip-toes …. yet.

Now. The hoisting has stopped. I'm standing before my Master who continues to gaze at me. He steps back to admire my body - my position in the noose and under the tree. I feel his eyes on my body. My tits - round and firm. My nipples - hard and erect. My arms tied behind my back. My ankles bound together. The noose around my neck - tight, but not too tight - but tight enough to bring me up on my toes and stretch my neck and body. I know I look great. I know he loves to look at me this way. And I know that his guests are getting a fantastic show - and it's only just beginning.

My eyes continue to stare into his. His are like deep mysterious pools - Oh how I want to dive into them.

I can still look around. Now, "R" is kneeling in front of my Master - a little to his left so he still has access to me. She's removing his shorts. She's stroking his hard prick. Why am I not jealous? I see myself in the mirror. Looking at my image makes me extra hot. My pussy juices are flowing. My heart is beating faster and faster. I feel orgasmic. The guests look mesmerized.

My Master reaches out. I feel his hands exploring my body. My tits, my stomach, around to my back, down to the cheeks of my ass. He squeezes and probes. I feel his fingers probing between my legs. One finger enters my dripping pussy. Two. Reaching deep. Three. Deeper. Finding and stroking my clit. Locating my G-spot. Rubbing it. I hear myself moan. He knows my body so well. His touch makes my world stand still - and then shoot up like a rocket. I continue to moan as he brings me higher and higher.

He withdraws his fingers and reaches, again, up my body and to my awaiting tits. He rubs them. Squeezes them. I feel his thumb and forefinger tightening around my nipple - rubbing back and forth - squeezing tightly. I hear myself moan again - and cry out in ecstasy and joy.

Now, I hear the whir of the motor and feel the rope noose begin to tighten. More and more. It's pulling me up. I'm on my tip toes. My breath is cut off. I fight for more air. I hear myself gasp. My breath is no more then a harsh rasp. I feel my face getting warmer and warmer. I close my eyes. Then open them again. Everything about me is changing color. When my eyes are opened I see only a hazy view of the world around me. I can see my Master but his face seems far away.

My Master's fingers are working their magic. They've found my G-spot again and again. Their thrusting and probing has become more and more demanding - and, as his magic becomes his black magic, I feel the noose growing tighter and my body being pulled higher. I'm on my tip toes. My heart is pounding like a battering ram. My face feels hot. I can barely see in the mirror but I can see that I'm bright red. I can also see "R" feverishly sucking my Masters cock. His face is contorted with passion - but his eyes are still fixed on my face. I'm gasping for air. My throat is closing over. My vision is becoming very hazy. I see nothing but grey haze. Now it's pink - red - bright white. Lightening bolts.

I try to cry out but the noose won't let me - my mind races: Please, Master, hang me. Hang me. I want to air dance for you. Please take me all the way up - for me-for you. Please.

The hoist whirs. I feel the noose biting into my neck (but I feel no pain). I feel my toes just scraping the top of the grass below the tree. Now, my toes have left the ground. I feel them straining down to reach the surface - but the surface is no longer there. Everything around me is turning black. I'm fighting for breath. My body is going rigid…arching. I feel myself dancing - dancing in air. I'm floating off into space….

I'm no longer of this world!!! I feel my climax breaking free - starting in my nipples, passing through my belly and finally down to my clit in an overwhelming explosion of passion and erotic joy - I feel an orgasm like nothing else I've ever experienced - my ultimate pleasure - and, as the darkness surrounds me, I hear in the distance, my Master's primeval scream of pleasure - his ultimate pleasure - as "R" completes her mission. He has now realized his ultimate erotic satisfaction and pleasure at seeing me dangling, truly dangling - I'm his perfect air dancer......we have given each other the ultimate. Oh, what deep and forever love I felt!

Is this a dream? I'm swinging slowly back and forth in the warm evening breeze. Yes, I'm under a beautiful tree, swinging back and forth from a hangman's noose tight around my neck at the end of a thick, soft white rope. I'm being hung by my neck - more than a foot off the ground!!! I hope I've pleased my Master - I know I've pleased myself - and I hope I've made my Master proud in front of all his guests……

If I could speak right at this minute, I would say to my Master: Please Master, do it again. Please, Master, hang me again.

By the writer - Query: Was this all a dream?????? Gabi thinks not.