Following up from Muses of a Muse as told to me by Jules. She did say that when she writes the book she will call it Amusing Muses of a Muse, she thinks she is funny.
Well dear reader, I am still here increasing stripes and hopefully stars although not as many as I hoped for. I give my all, my cunt, my mouth, my arse, you could give some stars. (I told her she couldn't say this but she insisted I put it in.)
So here I am still bent over in the stocks but now I am in agony. The spanking machine was loaded with a cane which is at least ten times more painful than the paddle thing, maybe a hundred times. Particularly after hours of being hit with the paddle which has made my bum so inflamed and sensitive. Every hit with the cane was torture, whether I heard the click or not, in fact hearing the click gave that second's anticipation, dread of knowing what was coming.
The last one was so painful I not only had tears coming from my eyes, I peed myself. Sorry for people who do not like anything to do with wee but I couldn't hold it any longer.
Even the porn on the i-pad was censored, some of the spunk had leaked from my mouth onto the screen. Joined with my tears and sorry to say snot had more or less blotted out my viewing. Let's face it there was absolutely nothing to keep me here, well padlock, velcro and the poshest set of stocks in the world. I said I would never do it but I am thinking of using my safe word. I can't stand this torment any longer.
Click, oh fuck no.
"Yeeeeeeeeees Wwwwwwwwwwww." Fuck that hurt, that really hurt, right at the top of my thighs. That's the straw that broke the camel's back. "Gusset, GUSSET, GUSSET," I shouted, a stupid but memorable safe word. I'm sure my bum must be bleeding. Please, please help me master. Please turn this fucking machine off before it goes again.
I bet he's gone out, gone out and left me like this, bastard, "GUSSET", please come. I don't suppose you can comprehend my predicament, not many people have experienced it, not many would want to. He won't have gone out, he cares too much about my safety. I'm sure he hasn't gone out... He hasn't gone out! He's here! And learning from his mistakes, I'm glad to say, he switched the fucking machine off. I'd have preferred a fucking machine I think.
"Well my dear, a word I never expected to hear, I thought you could take anything." I couldn't speak, the relief had left me tongue tied. I felt my legs parting, of course he was not going to get his feet wet by standing in my pee, oh no, my immaculate master will not dirty his shoes or his feet, I haven't seen them so I don't know which. He can reach the velcro cuffs while in the dry while my legs are spread, The cuffs will be wet with my wee, perhaps he is wearing gloves. By him putting his finger and thumb in my mouth he let me know that he was not wearing gloves.
It was wonderful to flex my legs, to bend my knees, not as good as an orgasm but close. "Well your arse is rather red and the deep red stripes are rather attractive, the skin isn't broken." I felt something cold on my bum, surely he is not going to fuck my arse again, no it was a soothing gel with some sort of pain killing properties. He is kind!
He moved into my field of vision, looking really smart, suit, shirt and tie, he had either been out or was about to go. He was about to go out, he was probably about to come in and release me, I needn't have shouted gusset, shit. He lifted the top beam and before I could move he took my arms and using the cuffs fastened them behind my back.
