He placed the breast harness on me as well as two bands on each nipple. They were tight and my breasts were crushed together in the harness.

‘Sub, on the bed, on your back.'

I obeyed him immediately, gliding onto the bed and positioning myself for him.

He climbed up and knelt between my legs.

‘Present your arms.'

I held my arms up to him and he cuffed each wrist tightly.

‘Lift your legs up.'

I obeyed him again, lifting each leg up so that my ankles were in front of his face.

He cuffed my ankles also tightly with the leather cuffs.

Pushing my right leg up, he clipped the cuffs from my ankle to my wrist and repeated with my left leg and ankle.

He pushed them upwards, my legs almost reaching over my head as his face lowered to my pussy. Gently he kissed my bruised lips, licking and kissing each side and slowly pushing his tongue deeper inside me.

He leaned over and clipped my cuffs to the rope hanging from the frame at the top of the bed and pulled it tight.

‘Remain still.'

‘Yes Master.'

His head returned to my moist and swollen sex. Gently he caressed it, moistening the outer lips with my juices and his own saliva as his fingers found their way to the edges of my vagina walls. Slowly and gently he entered me, one finger then two, slowly and gently, kissing and licking my clit as he stimulated me. My juices were building, my hungry clit responding to him.

My arse also received attention. Lowering his head close he licked and rimmed my bud, pressing firmer with each stroke, still working on my pussy as my senses returned and my pleasures rose.

Each touch firmer, each lick harder, each thrust faster as he built me up.

I began to buck my hips, my breathing was fast, the orgasm was coming and I needed it. I was apprehensive and fought with myself before my sexual urges took over.

Master was fingering me in both holes, my sex juices were pouring out of me and responding to him.

‘You are to cum when I bring you to orgasm. Don't rush it.'

‘Yes..uh, uh, Maasteerr.. uh, uh..'

I was building up fast, he buried his face into my pussy and thrust his tongue inside me. Again and again he dived into me before taking my clit in his mouth and sucking it.

Aggghhhhhhh… Ahhh.. Uhh.. Uhhh….That was it.!! I exploded into his face. Bucking hard into him as the waves hit me. Master took it all, his face in my pussy and then my arse as the orgasms hit one after the other. I strained against the rope, my head off the pillow as I convulsed to him.

He knelt up on the bed and pushed his cock against my arse. It entered easily and he fucked me, leaning over and caressing my breasts, pulling my nipples gently as he built up his rhythm.

Another orgasm built and hit me, the muscles clenching tight around his cock as he pinched and thrust hard and into me. Faster he fucked and again I orgasmed, screaming out loudly as he purged me.

He was panting loudly, pumping fast, fucking hard, and finally screaming out too in ecstasy as he came inside me.

We lay there. In silence until Master moved.

He untied me, positioned me and fastened my arms to the head of the bed. He gagged me and placed the night mask over my eyes before restraining my legs.

My left leg was restrained to the pole at the foot of the bed, the right one was restrained upwards to the top rail of the bed.

I tried to protest but thought better of it. Master had his reasons and I had to accept them.

I was uncomfortable as Master covered me and retired to his side of the bed.

I was exhausted and lay there in silence, thinking about the night. I had eaten pussy for the first time, it wasn't so bad I thought to myself as Master stirred in his sleep.

My pussy was whipped and I didn't like that, I will have to work harder and not upset him. I must act as his sub, not a slut but my clit is so responsive, it just loves any stimulation at all.

I felt a twinge between my legs.

Time to sleep I told myself…

The spring weather was beginning to appear. Cold mornings developed into warm, clear afternoons, pleasant evenings and cool nights. The trees were flowering, and all around the garden there were the sensual smells of nature at work.

We decided to renovate the garden and make some alterations to the outside area of the house.

Master had drawn up a plan and we chose the shrubs and plants for the garden beds.

The pool decking was going to change; the area would be paved with large uneven sandstone blocks. Small gauge gravel would fill the cracks between the pavers, right to the pool edge where a tropical garden would lead past the water fountain into the pool.

During the weekend, we chose the paver stones and gravel. The natural colors suited the design perfectly, palm trees and other tropical species topped the list, leading on to native plants for the perimeter planter boxes, complete with Bird Feeders and Baths.

The BBQ area was going to be new. Leading from the rear of the house, slate flooring would extend from the French doors out to the newly enclosed patio. The room, timber walls to 4 feet high then completed by fly-wire to the roof. This enclosure was open enough to consider outdoors, yet enclosed to prevent unwanted intruders of the Native Insect variety.

The BBQ was to be built into place, suitable for use all year, a slow combustion heater was also included in the plan, along with a large chunky square wooden table and matching chairs for 12.

The idea was to create more privacy, more peaceful surroundings and more places to play.!!

We had the first plans drawn to scale by the local Draftsman. He came and visited a few times while Master was home but today he came whilst I was alone. He had the final Plans to discuss with us.

I quickly skipped upstairs to dress. The morning sun was inviting and I was tending to the house naked while Master was at work.

Returning to the door wearing blue jeans and white t-shirt I was greeted by the attractive young man and his plans.

‘Please come in. My Husband is not home, would you care for a drink?'

‘Yes, that would be great.. Thank You.'

We made small talk over our coffee and the plans. They were looking wonderful, he made a point of explaining the ‘theme' for each section of garden, leaning close to me as he gestured across the map.

My nipples were erect. Master had removed the rubber bands from them before leaving for work this morning and as I was almost ready for my lunch-time milking, they were swollen.

He was staring at them.

He began to ask me questions about certain structures that Master had requested for the garden. There were three tall wooden poles to be placed in the far corner of the garden under the existing tall trees. There was a cement table to be positioned in another area, and a cage like structure to be built into the garden on the opposite side of the pool to the Patio.

I didn't know what to say to him. I shrugged the questions off as plans that my ‘Husband' had for the garden, perhaps something to do with his study of plants and insects.

He was staring at my nipples intensely and I was becoming aroused.

I wondered if he was sent as a test for me. It was milking time, and he appeared in no hurry to leave.

I offered him lunch, a sandwich perhaps. He blushed hard and asked permission to be frank with me.

‘I am very attracted to you. Can I kiss you please?'

I was taken back by his request, but my aroused state urged me to say yes… and I said ‘Yes.'

He took my head in his hands and pressed his face to mine. Our lips met softly and slowly, his tongue gently easing into my mouth as I melted into his embrace.

He pressed the back of my head into his kiss as the intensity grew. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me onto the bench in the kitchen and lay me down, pressing between my legs as his hands began to explore me.

My t-shirt offered little resistance; he tore it off me in one movement. My breasts fell free and he engulfed them with his mouth as I pulled his shirt free and off his body.

He sat me up, holding me tight, kissing me with such passion while removing my jeans and his trousers in a flurry.

I was gone; my mind a fog, the passion was so intense that I was lost.

Again he laid me on the bench, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he entered me and thrust his manhood into me.

Holding him tight and close I kissed him hard, he rode me on that bench top like I was a virgin from the Prom. I fucked him like he was my first, and together we came with hard grunting thrusts, holding tightly to each other until the waves ceased, the juices drained and our senses returned.

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The tire crunching on the driveway signaled Masters return. He opened the door and smiled, rushing across the room with his hand outstretched for our visitor.

‘Hi there, good to see you again.'

‘You too Steve.'

‘So these are the finished plans then?'

‘Yes they are. Do you like them.'

Master looked over the plans, I poured a cool drink for the three of us as he studied them.

‘Yes, these are great. I like them very much, very much indeed.'

He was smiling.

‘Oh, did you two meet? Sorry, this is my… errr, Wife, Jenny.'

‘Oh yes, we met just before you arrived home.' He grinned into his drink.

‘We are ready to start tomorrow if you would like us to, we should be finished in a week or so.'

‘Great, tomorrow sounds great.'

I was standing there in silence, having just enough time to rush upstairs, sponge the sex from me and tidy my clothes before Master arrived home. My guest had also returned to some formal stage of dress before Master entered the room so our secret was safe.

Or was it???

My mind was abuzz, two weeks of men, dirty, strong, sexy, muscle-bound men. It would be heaven.

Or would it??

He left the house soon afterwards, Master seeing him to the front door, returning to ponder the plans as his car drove away.

‘So Sub, what do you think of the plans.'

‘They are wonderful Master.'

He looked around and looked at me hard. His expression changed as his eyes moved down my body. I didn't guess what the problem was.

‘Sub.. present yourself in the manner that I require immediately.'

I gasped and blushed hard, realizing that I was still dressed. I removed my t-shirt and jeans quickly, standing in front of him. He pinched and twisted each nipple, still frowning.

‘You haven't milked?'

‘No Master, I am sorry Master, I couldn't because the visitor was here.'

‘Hmmm….Go and prepare to milk now, I will be there to inspect you.'

I turned and ran into the dungeon. I was panting when I got there, I was sure that he knew something had happened.

Once the machine was prepared I stood on the mat and waited for him.

I didn't hear him behind me, his arm around my shoulders and fingers in my pussy took me off guard and I screamed with fright.

‘What's going on here?'

‘Umm, Nnnothing Master..?'

‘Your pussy is juicy, and your nipples pink, you have ten seconds to tell me what went on here before I returned home.'

He was squeezing his arm around my neck, fingers firmly inside my pussy, sloshing in the juices that remained inside me.

‘ Errr.. Wwee.. ffucked.. Mmmaster.'

‘You WHAT?'

He pushed me away from him, I stumbled and fell onto the cold floor. Crying hard, I tried to look at him but couldn't bring myself.

‘Master… I whimpered…'sniff' I am sorry,..'sniff' I thought it was a test for me…'

~Silence.~

I sat on the floor crying as he walked around the room.

‘I am so sorry…'sniff'.

He left the room and returned, I still didn't dare glance at him.

~Silence.~

‘Stand.'

I gathered myself and stood up. He was behind me and the tight blindfold prevented me from looking at his eyes for many hours.

He took my arm and roughly pushed me towards the dildo chair.

I was collared firmly. My arms were cuffed behind me them pulled up my back and attached to the collar by a chain. My wrists reached between my shoulder blades and the tension was very tight on the chain, so I had to hold them up there or choke myself.

A piece of wooden dowel was then threaded under my armpit, across my back and through the other armpit. This was pushed up high, pulling my wrists higher, pushing my elbows upwards and breasts out in front. A rope was attached to each end of the dowel.

Master then bent me over at the waist. He lubed up both my holes and pushed something inside each one. I had no idea what it was, there were small pieces being pushed high inside my bowels and pussy and a warm feeling began to rise inside me. He plugged my pussy with a large soft rubber dildo.

Turning me around, he lowered my arse onto the chair. The dildo slid inside easily, the warm sensation inside my bowels and pussy was increasing and the dildos rubbed against each other as I sat down.

My arm shackles were then pulled tight, the ropes tied off above my head and pulled taut.

He lifted my legs into the foot-holds on the chair and cuffed them tightly in place. He pushed them open as wide as they would go and secured them.

My arse was beginning to burn.

He pulled the rope above my head tight, raising my arse slightly on the dildo, securing it so that even more pressure was on my arms.

I hadn't made a sound. I was biting my lip, I could taste my own blood inside my mouth as I bit down hard.

Master hooked up the milking machine and milked me.

I was uncomfortable and my pussy and arse were on fire. I was wriggling around trying to find relief, perspiration forming on my forehead as I tried to work out what was happening to me.

Silence was no longer an option.

I was groaning loudly, panting for breath as the fire continued to build inside me.

‘Master…please…Master..' I begged him.

~Silence.~

‘Please gag me Master…please…'

~Silence.~

The milking sensation created more juices in my pussy and this seemed to add to the fire. I was jiggling up and down on the dildo, almost bouncing to try to relieve the painful heat inside me.

He moved over and unhooked the machine.

I didn't notice the riding crop until it was too late.

‘Crack.'

He hit my right nipple hard, right on the top of the nipple, catching a drop of milk residue and splattering it onto my chest.

I screamed.

‘Crack…Crack…Crack…'

‘Aggghhhhh…'

Crack.. Crack…. Crack…. Crack….'

I screamed and he whipped my breasts over and over until I drifted away.

‘Ahhhh…. Cold…. Owww….'

I woke up with a jump. There were two ice packs taped tightly to my breasts. Master ripped the tape from them and put them aside.

‘Crack…Crack…Crack…'

Again I screamed, loud, deep, agonizing screams as he whipped my body. My Nipples, breasts, stomach, thighs, he whipped them hard, and then froze the spot with ice before whipping it again and moving on to the next area.

He whipped my toes hard. I could not escape the torture as he cracked each toe hard and then iced it before cracking it again and again.

I was hoarse. My cries were rasps of air combined with spit when he finished with me.

I was spent, tortured and terrified.

My arse and pussy were numb, they felt swollen, still hot, each area felt raw.

There was no blood.

~Silence.~