The house was quite; I could only guess that Master was loading the first bundle in the truck. My suspicions were correct, for I hear him walk in, and as my dark world tilted backwards, I began my short trip to my truck. It takes Master a bit of time to get me positioned in the truck. The best that I could do to help was scoot like a worm. I feel straps being put across my upper and lower body. The tailgate closes and I hear the top come down and lock.

As Master pulled out of the driver way, I could keep up with were we were for a bit, but then he entered the freeway. After a short period of time, between the movement of the truck and me unwinding from everything that had happened, I must have gone to sleep. The next thing I remember is the sound of people talking, and it would seem that they are talking about us. About that time the top is lifted up and the tailgate dropped and we know that we have reached our destination. Whereever that is.

There seemed to be an awful lot of activity around the truck, once the tailgate went down. I felt the straps holding me in place go slack and then I heard them removing slave Linda. A few minutes later the same was being done to me, but since I am a tad bit taller and heavier, it took a little more effort. Once they had me standing, I heard a new voice that instructed me to again stand on my toes. Again, I fell backwards onto the dolly and began a trip somewhere.

I was wheeled for a good bit on a paved road or walkway and I could tell by the sounds that we had entered some type of large building. The peoples footsteps reverberated throughout the building, I guessed that we had entered some type of warehouse.

When we stopped moving, and before I was put upright, I felt some type of belt or strapping, wrapped around my arms and waist area. As I tried to steady myself, I heard several click like sounds of either locks or hooks being attached to all sides of my body. At least they were making sure that I did not fall over. Being deaf dumb & blind on 6 inch heels can almost guarantee a fall.

I could hear people talking, there seemed to be at least three or four other peoples voices I could make out and of course if there are any other people in a similar condition that I am in there could be a couple of more, hanging around somewhere.

I felt the shrink-wrap being cut away from my upper and lower body. As my skin became exposed to the air around me, I began to get rather cool, due to the all the perspiration from the wrap. The people seemed to be ignoring my high heels and my face. Guess I was going to stay in the dark a while longer. I could hear someone making sounds next to me and I got the impression that there was someone standing next to me in similar condition. I guess someone felt sorry for me for I was being toweled off and that helped take the chill off.

A bit later, I felt the wrap on my face being removed. I was told to push the gag out of my mouth and that was pretty hard to do because of the amount of time my jaw had been forced open, but I did manage it. When the wrap came off my eyes and the cotton removed, it took several moments for my eyes to adjust. I had been right about being in a warehouse and had also been right about other folks being in a similar condition to myself.

From where I stood, I could see a rather young male, about my height, but of slighter build than myself, with almost feminine features. He was naked save for his metal collar, which was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse. There was also a female who was also naked, but in far more severe bondage that the young man. She seemed to be from the Far East, maybe 5'5" or 5'6", but with the position she was in it was difficult to tell. She was wearing a training harness with both gag and blinders in place. She was wear at least 6 inch heels, but she was kneeling with a strap going from under her high heels, and around her thighs, thus forcing her into a squatting position. What made it extreme was the single arm sheath that she had on behind her back that was attached to an anchor in the ceiling, pulling her arms upwards. I felt very sorry for her. What I did not see was that she was also wearing two very active plugs, which seem to keep her right on the edge. I am sure that it also helped her forget the painful position she was in.

Hearing a door open, all three of us tried to turn in the direction of the sound. I saw Master and slave Linda. With them, appeared to be both a Master and a Mistress, or at least the way they were dressed would indicate that. Both of them were very striking people. People, who in even a NORMAL environment would command respect. They both seemed to be around 6' tall. They both appeared to be people who worked out regular and both knew that they were hot looking.

The Master was dressed in a black shirt (long sleeve) black stretch jeans, and the bulge in his pants, had to indicate that he was packing some serious hardware or hard something? The motorcycle boots finished off his clothing. He was of course clean shaving and in fact had a very shaved head. What really caught my attention was the bullwhip that he had rolled up in his right hand. Wondered who was going to get to enjoy that. Guess we would find out later.

The Mistress was attired in what looked like black and red PVC clothing. The bright red pants, looked like someone had used some of that liquid latex and just rolled it over bare skin. She had about 4 inch stiletto boots that stopped just short of her knees. The jacket was a black and red mix with a very high collar & a plunging neckline. It too was longed sleeve. She had very short bleached blonde spiked hair, but her eyes were almost black and sinister looking. I would not want her mad at me.

I hear Master talking to the other Dom's and then all three of us are unhooked from the chains and released enough that we could walk/waddle. We were taken a short distance and entered a room. As we entered the room, it looked like a play area, in that there were some strange looking chairs with straps and rods attached to the seat. Also there was an oversize four-post bed that had mirrors covering the entire ceiling above the bed. All three of us (slaves) are trying to figure out what's going to happen next. There was some very erotic music playing and many scented candles burning. Our wait was short lived.

The Mistress, spoke out as she began to undo the bindings on whom we learned was slave A. Mistress had indicated that she had just taken position of her from a Master in the Michigan area. Seemed that theirs was a long distance affaire and both Master and sub were looking for someone closer. According to her Master, while she was rather young and inexperienced, he had felt her passion for this life style and wanted her to grow not only as a woman, but also as a submissive. No one spoke about the young male slave; in fact he was taken from the room just after we entered. Not sure where he was going.

Mistress then indicated what was to happen next. Mistress wanted slave A to experience the pleasant side of this life. Mistress said that this slave had never experienced multiple orgasms. Slave Linda and my self's job was to bring her to that point. The down side is that we have been instructed not to cum ourselves. Also we were going to be hampered, because our hands were going to remain cuffed behind our back.

While Mistress was laying slave A out spread eagle on the bed, she indicated that we could talk for just a moment so that we would be prepared to do her slave right. Mistress was also putting a blind-fold on her & removing the gag & the plugs. Looked like we were going to be given total access to all parts of the body. Mistress indicated that she was leaving the room, but would return and that yes everything that was happening was being recorded, so we had best perform well.

Slave Linda and I had decided on a plan of attack and we both eased up on opposite sides of the bed. While our hands were cuffed behind our backs, there were enough chains attaching the cuffs to allow us to use our hands some. We began to ease up on the bed towards her face.

We started out by kissing around the blind-fold and kissed her cheeks. Then we started by using our tongue to make a trail from her face to her ears. We both began to use our tongues to fuck her ears. As our hot breath and even hotter and wetter tongues began their assault on her ears, we felt her beginning to wiggle and moan. We then began our little vampire play on her neck. We would both nip at her neck and then do a kiss and then a tongue. Slave Linda and myself leaned across her body and kissed each other. Our tongues were almost in a duel. We both wanted to force our tongue down each other's throat. We could tell that slave A could hear us and it was driving her even further into the heated arena that we were in.

After a very heated exchange of kisses, we went back to work on slave A. This time however, we began our assault on her nipples. We both took a very deep breath. We began to breath out very slowly, we aimed our breath at the nipples, and just the breath alone began to raise the nipple up, like an island rising out of the ocean. As the nipples got longer and harder, we both took a nipple each with just our lips and then began to use our tongue again to tease the nipples. We then took our lips and began to suck the nipple trying to pull it away from her body. We both knew that we were having the desired effect, because the wiggles and moans were increasing. Her breathing was become very loud and ragged. The Mistress was right; this is one very hot slave.

At this point, Mistress came back into the room, she saw our efforts and knowing that we could do a better job if we had our hands, she released them from behind our back and relocked them in front. Poor slave A was now in for a very hot and horny time.

With the use of our hands, the assault on her body intensified. Slave Linda scooted up and as she swung her leg over Slave A's face, she began to tell her what she expected from her. About the same time I knelt between her legs and began to us my tongue. She did not have much hair so it was easy to zero in on my target area. As I began to spread her lips apart, I could feel her body reacting to what she herself was doing to Slave Linda. I felt her body jerk the first time I put my tongue into her hot dew pot. Her body was beginning to produce a healthy amount of sex juice and perspiration. The two were mixing quite well on my tongue and lips. In spite of the candles, the aroma in the room reaped of SEX.

While we were fast approaching a very strong climax, our goal was to push her way past the normal limits. When slave A peaked the first time, we both stopped what we were doing and just watched. Her effort to get loose was valiant, but in vain. Just as she was beginning to calm down, we began our assault again. This time however, she was going to get to taste a cock and experience a females tongue on her love button.

Since we both had instructions not to cum, I knew that I would have a job cut out for myself. As slave Linda began, her efforts were already being felt all over slave A's body.

She began to tremble again and I could feel her body stiffen again, as another wave came over her. I allowed her to get though that part of the roller coaster ride before I put my cock up to her lips. Part of that was self-defense, for she was almost screaming at the last climax.

As I eased my cock into her mouth, I just let her work on it at her pace. I did not want to take away from her other emotions. She seemed to enjoy using her tongue. After a little bit, I began to take just a little leeway with her. I very slowly and gently began to fuck her face. Not deep and not hard, but enough for her to know what was being done to her.

This seemed to turn her on even more and I was almost afraid that if she climaxed again that I would come up missing so body parts. Just as she reached her fourth or fifty climaxes, she kind of gripped my cock with her lips and was trying to stifle her screams. The vibrations on my cock were almost too much. Just when I thought that she had pushed me too far, her lips relaxed. I realized that she had passed out from the efforts of too many orgasm's too close together.

About that time the door opened and all three Dom's entered the room. They looked at slave Linda and myself and instructed us to go take a seat at the end of the bed. They seemed pleased with our effort, for they all had smiles on their faces.

Master approached us and spoke to slave Linda first. He told her how proud he was of her efforts and that he would reward her later. He then spoke to me and said that since I had also preformed well, that he was going to allow me to spend some time with the male Dom. Master indicated that I might want to rest for a few minutes. It would seem that the other Dom was suppose to be very good with different floggers and whips.

My eye's lit up, for if the new Dom was good with those tools, then maybe I could experience again the total release and unbinding of my mind and body, that I had experienced before. I also wondered how good he was with his other tool?

After about twenty minutes, the door opened and a very attractive blonde came into the room. She looked like a hooker, due to the super mini skirt, halter-top, and those good old fuck me super heels on. But she also looked very familiar. She came over to me and said. Don't you remember me? I kept shaking my head and she said you and I were hanging around the warehouse this morning. Remember now? My eyes must have gotten very large, for she had this laugh and said that things have changed since this morning. No kidding. She looked good enough to eat!!! A true trans-gender.

She said her name was Sissy, and that her Masters name was Master Z. She said he is from Europe and his name is so hard to pronounce that he just went by either Master Z or Mr. Z. She said that she had been with Master Z for four years. She said he is a good and fair taskmaster, but did not like mistakes and was very upset with today's BDSM people and their lack of proper protocol. Master was of the old school and expected a Master or Mistress to show proper respect and responsibility for owning a slave. He was a firm believer that when doing any scene that it was important that both parties gain a measure of enjoyment. It was his choice as to how much and when, but that a happy and content slave would be a good and loyal slave.

Sissy indicated to me that Master Z had sent her to me to prepare me for the next venue. She handed me a pair of leather ankle and wrist cuffs. She then asked me if I have a SAFE word? I said yes and that the word was PICKLE. She asked if I had ever used it to stop a scene. I answered no. Sissy looked surprised and asked how heavy I played during a flogging.

I started to explain that the people that i had played with in the past, looked at a flogging/beating scene like a cross country or marathon event, not a sprint. I would be strung up for several hours. The Dom's would start off slowly with somewhat light leather floggers and during the remaining time begin to build not only the pace of strokes but would keep changing equipment until my back and shoulders would be seeping body fluids and blood all down my backside. It would normally take a week to ten days for my back to heal enough for me to safely play again.

She asked me how I could play for so long and I told her that after about fifteen to twenty minutes, much like a runner, I would get into a mind set, where I began to move my mind outside my body and begin to direct the pain away from it center and direct it to other parts of my world. Once I was there, unless someone or something interrupted us, I would ride a wave of super emotions. I have tried to explain what those feelings are like. But it's difficult. You are letting yourself go, both physically and mentally. A conductor, who is building up for the final verse or note, is playing your mind and your body like a musical score. When you reach that point, it's as if someone has put a plug into you and literally drained all of your strength and emotions from your body. I would just hang in the cuffs and when taken down would curl up in a fetal position.

We had spent too long talking and Sissy indicated that I was to follow her and to hurry, that it would not be good to keep Master Z waiting. As we entered the next room, I could see what looked like a doorframe in the middle of the room and what looked like bookends. As we got closer, I noticed that the bookends looked very female, even in their all black attire. I had to guess that it was slave Linda and slave A. They were totally encased in black thin rubber. There seemed to be some type of pole that was between their legs. It appeared that they were straddling some kind of devise and could only guess that they both had at least one plug and more than likely two plugs in them. I could see no arms, so I guessed that they were bent behind them. I could see no outside straps of any kind, but there was no movement out of either one of them.

As we got closer, Master Z entered and I just drooled. Master was wearing black leather pants, with a front snap crotch pouch, and boots. He was bare chest and had a single nipple ring in his left nipple. Master looked very well oiled and in the mood. Master instructed Sissy to put me into position in the frame. After I was strung up, Master stepped in front of me. He took the butt end of a flogger and ran it up and down my body, much like you would do with a feather. It was having the desired effect, because my body began to respond. My nipples were getting stiff and so was my cock. Master noticed that and reached down with a gloved hand and gave my balls a good squeeze.

Master Z stepped back and instructed Sissy to come down and to kneel in front of him. Master said that he always liked a little head before doing a scene. Sissy was well versed in this as she reached up and began to unsnap the pouch. When the pouch dropped a flaccid but well shaped cock was in front of her face. As she began, she started by taking the cock in her hand and kissing the head. After a few moments, I watched as she then took just the head into her mouth. I could tell that she was licking the head in her mouth. As Master Z cock began to grow, I noticed that Master Z had a barbell piercing at the base of his cock, where the sac and cock meet. About the same time, Sissy took the entire length into her mouth. By now Master is really enjoying himself. This went on for some time and it just made he hotter and hotter. Abruptly Master Z withdrew from Sissy and said that was enough.

As Sissy worked on getting Master Z's cock back within the confines of the pouch, the lights in the room began to dim and I began to hear some very heated music playing. Master Z came up behind me. I felt his body up against mine and both of his hands reached around and grasped both of my nipple rings and began to twist them oh so slowly back and forth. He whispered in my ear that I was his for now and that I was about to begin on a journey that I had not traveled in a long time. About that time a ball gag was forced into my mouth and before I could recover, an old style OBA (Oxygen Breathing Apparatus) with the lenses painted black was pulled over my face and the straps pulled tight.

For a moment, I began to panic. Gagged the way I was I could not use my safe word even if I needed to. About that time, I again felt and heard Master Z whisper in my ear. As he was speaking, he put a tennis ball in each of my hands. Master explained that if I needed him to slow down, to drop the ball in my left hand. I was instructed that if or when I reached a point that I could not endure any more to drop the ball in my right hand, but to be sure for it would end at that very moment. Master explained that since I did not belong to him and was here as a guest that this time he would honor my limits. He then added that based on what he had been told that he did not expect that to happen for quite a while.

Even though there was music playing in the room, it seemed very quite and still. All my senses were listening or anticipating the start. I did not have long to wait. The first blow caused me a start. Not from the pain, but just from not expecting it. It felt and sounded like a softer leather flogger, but with a little weight to it. The next blow was a bit harder. It seemed that Master Z was intent on warming me up for a bit. I would guess that Sissy had passed that bit of information to Master Z at some point.

The constant changing of equipment by Master Z, kept me guessing, but also was doing a very good job of getting me to where I wanted, no needed to be. He would switch from a single flogger to a two handed attack. Then a flapper and then a thumper and then back to a flogger, all the time changing the power and frequency of the blows.

I noticed that the music and the beating seemed to match. It was really as if Master Z was a music conductor and that the music, my body and the beating were all part of the program. I did not know how long I had been strung up, but I could tell that we were beginning to get more serious. The heaviness of the tools Master was using and the power that was being applied was having its desired effect. I could tell from the blows that my muscles were aching and felt tight, from constant striking. My back felt very hot compared to the rest of my body. I was concerned that I would not be able to last as long, but did not want to be a disappointment to anyone.

Just about that time, I felt what must have been a rabbit fur glove being moved softly on my back. I mean my goose bumps had goose bumps. It caused me to move about, just as if I had been struck by a flogger. I heard Master Z chuckle at me. But just as quickly the hardest blow that I had been dealt so far struck me. Its suddenness and power caused me to rise up on my toes and stretch my arms as much as I could. Four or five more quick hard blows and I was laboring to breath and had begun to move about within the chains.

My trip had begun and as I was moving about, I felt not pain, but a feeling of peace. My body was showing that I was still very much on earth and reacting to the beating, but my mind and spirit were beginning that wonderful journey. I was beginning to moan and in spite of the pain, I was feeling very aroused.

All of a sudden the trip I was on went into warp drive. I felt, no heard the pop of a single tail and something that felt like a bee sting on my back. That was followed by a rapid succession of pops and stings. I never seemed to be struck twice in the same spot, which just kept fueling me higher and higher. Master Z was a Master with the whip. I kept climbing and climbing. Somehow, I still clung to the two balls as I was racing to somewhere; I had not been since before my Mistress had passed away.

As I began that climb up the final trail, I honestly felt like I was floating on a cloud. I knew that I was almost at a point of a brain overload. When I have reached that point in the past, I do not pass out, but I come very close to it.

All of a sudden, I had a very powerful sensation in my groin area. It would see that Master Z had something else in mind for me. I felt a very wet and soft mouth taking my cock deeper and deeper into their mouth. Even with my Prince Albert, they were beginning to deep throat me. As the blows on my back seemed to gain in force, it caused me to force my cock even deeper into that person's mouth. I was apparently going to be brought to a physical and mental climax. I hoped my heart was up for it.

My body began to quiver and I was becoming very weak in the legs. I was at the point that I could not focus on either the sex part or the pain part. Just as I felt a very sharp strong pain in my back, I also experienced an eruption, as my cock exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms that I had felt in some time. Neither my body nor my mind could take anymore. I remembered dropping both of the balls, but that was it.

When I woke up, I was lying in the bondage bed in my dungeon. I thought I had been dreaming. As I began to try and move, I realized that what had happened was not a dream. I had a t-shirt on and it was stuck to my back from the blood and body fluids, and I could hardly move. I was very confused. How had I got back home and why? Had I failed the test? Had I done that poorly? I sat up on the side of bed and tried to get my legs under me. I rose and gingerly walked into the kitchen area. There on the counter was an envelope addressed to me. I was torn between anger and hurt, but I knew that I had to read the letter. I decided that I needed to shower and put on a clean shirt first.

After the shower, I felt better and was in a better frame of mind about the letter. The worst that had happened was that I had experienced a couple of days that were almost worth writing about. Anything beyond that would be great.

I opened the letter. It was addressed from Master, but I could tell that slave Linda had written it. He expressed his pleasure of having played with me and hoped that I had carried that same feeling to this point. He was however very candid about my becoming property of him. Master was totally committed to slave Linda and were he looking to add a male to his stable, he would have no problem with adding me, but at the moment that was not an option. However, Master Z and the Lady Dom had asked him about me.

His letter closed with a private phone number to him, with instructions to contact him two days from now. I was to inform him, if I were interested in a follow-up interview with either of the other two. I already knew my answer and was already counting the hours until I placed that call.

I was growing tired and went into the dungeon and lay back down on the bed. I began to thing about with being with Master Z and Sissy or Mistress and slave A. Funny, but I had not heard the Mistress, called anything other than just Mistress. Well maybe I will get to find out. Instead of counting sheep, I was reliving the last 72 hours. I fell into a deep and happy sleep.