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Although this was actually the second time I had gone to a play party with my
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Master, in a way it was going to be much different. Last time, I spent most of
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time being fairly chicken, hanging out in the lounge with my Master and some
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friends, and nervously watching a few scenes in the dungeon. He and I did end
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up doing a short whipping scene, but it was in a secluded area after most
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people had left for the night.
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This time, I was determined to be less nervous. Sure, it was more public than
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my own home, but these were people who were all living the same lifestyle as I
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was, some much more deeply, with much heavier play. And many of them spent the
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entire evening in bondage, in revealing clothing or even nude, and/or in scene.
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I was fully clothed; the only thing making it obvious that I was someone's
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slave was the shackle on my ankle and the leash my master held, attached to my
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collar. No one even really seemed to notice, certainly not to think it out of
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the ordinary.
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This thought, while somewhat comforting, did not stop me from smoking a fair
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number of cigarettes. My Master, always patient, waited for a while before
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asking if I was ready. I asked if I could smoke one more cigarette, but also
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told him to not let me chicken out once I was done. While I was smoking, I
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tried very hard to relax.
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When I was done, my Master said "Let's go." and got up. Leading me by the
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leash, we went to the dungeon. In it are a number of things to make play more
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interesting, but we had already decided on the cage. It was dimly lit and had a
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feeling of being safe.
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We went inside and my Master closed the door, then ordered me to remove my
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shirt and skirt, leaving me in a black bra and black pantyhose. He manacled my
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wrists, then attached them to the overhead bar. He reached around me to play
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with my nipples briefly, then began whipping me. After a few minutes, I had to
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stop him; my wrists were starting to hurt and he had gotten a little hard with
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his blows.
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As he freed my wrists and found a new, more comfortable position to chain them
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in (which turned out to be the back of the cage), we decided that it wasn't
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that he was hitting me harder than I could take but that he had not started
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slowly enough. He decided to start with much lighter blows this time. Before he
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began, however, he blindfolded me.
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This time, it was much better. In fact, he increased the force of the whip more
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slowly than I might have wanted, although I was hardly going to complain about
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him erring on the side of caution. As things steadily got heavier, I began to
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not notice where I was. What I noticed was each blow, what I noticed was the
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after-burn, what I noticed , vaguely, was the music playing in the background.
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I stopped him after a while because I was getting unsteady on my feet. If I
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didn't have to stand, I could (and wanted to) keep going. He released my hands
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from the bars and led me to the bunk, giving me plenty of time (and help) to
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get up on it because of my unsteadiness. He fastened my wrists to the bars in
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front of me, and caressed me.
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I don't remember exactly what happened after that; after a while it all blurred
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together, but I do know that he used both a whip and a riding crop, and also
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his hand, and that his blows were on the far end of pain that I like.
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Periodically he would pause to gently rub or caress me, and to make sure I was
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okay. I remember several times coming very close to having an orgasm, and him
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noticing and giving me permission to do so. I remember him stopping once
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because I had actually reacted in a way he knew meant 'real' pain. And I
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remember that when I couldn't take the increasing heaviness, asking him to
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stop, and that he came to the head of the bunk and held me.
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I had a hard time getting off the bunk because of the reaction my body has to
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the whipping (a bit like being tipsy). He helped me down and sat me down,
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removed all my restraints, and packed the stuff. I slowly got dressed, watching
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another scene (one he was watching as he packed, in fact). We went back to the
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lounge for soda and so that I could have a cigarette.
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Somewhere in the midst of the cigarette, the full reaction hit; my hands
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started shaking and I got light-headed. This lasted for about 20 minutes, in
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which time I smoked a second cigarette and drank some soda (I was a bit
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dehydrated from sweating and other things). Then my Master decided we were
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going back upstairs, just to watch.
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He went over to a chair and sat in it, gesturing for me to kneel at his feet.
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Periodically he would direct my attention elsewhere, wanting me to watch a
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particular scene; if my eyes wandered, he would point back to the scene I was
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supposed to be watching. He stood up, and using only hand gestures ordered me
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to stand, follow him, and kneel at his side in a different place. This went on
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for a while, then I asked could we go back to the lounge so that I might have
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another cigarette. Before we went there, he ordered me to remove my shirt and
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give it to him, leaving me in bra and skirt.
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After the cigarette and some conversation, we returned to the dungeon, where
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once again he had me watch what he wanted me to, this time physically turning
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my head to point me in the right direction. He let me sit by his side when we
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were going to watch what was obviously going to be a long scene. The sights
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around me fascinated me, and made me not a little horny and wanting to do more.
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We discussed the possibility, but it was late, and we were both too hungry and
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tired; we decided that it could wait for another night. We said goodbyes to
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those we knew, he gave me my shirt back, and we went for food; then home for a
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restful nights sleep, content with the way the night had gone.
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