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It had all been a dream, then something stirred inside me. I opened my eyes a split second after it began. I was in a dark room with nothing but the light of day for an infinity of moments. Chaturbate was standing in front of me in a turtleneck and sweater. His hair was black, covering him. The sweater closed around his delicate frame, leaving him light in the dark and naked. I was oblivious to the room. A chair slid into the center of the room, the leg of which was open at the side. I raised my eyes to Him, and He winked at me. I stood in front of Him, with my back to Him. I felt the stretch of my muscles behind my neck as my muscles contracted, then My neck felt the pull of a rope, and the muscles around my waist. I was hanging, my hair tickling with my dry, musky hair. The T stood behind me, at a 45 degree angle, and from behind, I felt the arms of the chair slide around my waist and around my high backs, pulling my body into the arms of the chair. The hands behind me could have been those of a lover, or of a rescuer, but they slid over my shoulder and around to the front, within inches of my heart. There was no free will in the events that followed.

There was only my Master's will. I was always His, always safe, always loving, always waiting. His hands reached out into the cold stone of the cross. I felt them push my head back down, and back up again. His voice was low and shaky. "Turn around. Let's see you have learned your lesson very well." His hands rested on my hips, pulling me to the upright position. His strong arms encircled my body, cupping each sensitive shoulder, tracing the path of the marks I had inflicted on myself in the whippings and the brutal outrages I endured at the hands of the Mistress and the guards. The cross sat at my heart for many nights, as my blood swirled in my veins, as my body shuddered in ecstasy, as tears rolled down my face, and as my Master watched me struggle. His strong hands trailed down to the cleft of my ass, and through the narrow strip of flesh that held the opening, to the pad of my anus. He moved a finger between the cheeks, and parted them slightly. His tongue twined with my anus. He leaned over and kissed me there, then a finger did the same. His teeth bit into my neck, pulling me back against Him, and my back arched upward, drawing my arms behind me, so the cross could rest between my breasts. This time, He drew the stick of whipping from the hand. He stepped back, appraising His slave, looking at His handiwork.

The haughty smile of the vassals was further smeared with the juice of my own blood. Without a word, He moved forward and struck my ass. It echoed against the oak of the wood, and I cried out, staggering to catch my breath. The lance of the whip whistled through the air, and I closed my eyes. My muscles contracted, and my knees gave way beneath the weight of my heavy heart. The burn was worse than the pain of the whip, more savage and more consuming. The tiny groans of pain that escaped barely through the gag told me of more tortured dreams. The chill of the air against my wet cunt echoed from the quivering of muscles, and the sound of my Master's laughter in my ear told me that He was well aware of how my sex stimulated Him. I could hear Him, breathing slowly, within the thickets of my hair...softly laughing in my ear. The whip ripped across the soft flesh of my buttocks, leaving tiny welts where it had beaten with many strokes. More welts, and I knew He would not stop until I was completely exhausted. I felt the sting that buffeted my flesh as He pulled harder against the cross. The tone of His voice was still casual, but the chill between my thighs and the cooling of the whip brought an end to my torment. I shivered for the briefest of moments, before the fire was suddenly abandoned. I was tired, but the ache within me seemed greater than before..