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                           The Life Of A Slave
                                 Part 3

                                   by
                                 VALMAR

         This is my continuing story of my life as a submissive. I
    have chosen a special night that I believe everyone will love as
    much as I did - after the fact. This, as well as the past stories
    and the future stories are all true and really did happen.ENJOY!

         My man and I had decided to go out for dinner and some
    dancing on our night off from work. I knew that I wanted it to be
    special for him and therefore for me so I took my time bathing
    and dressing. After a long hot oil bath I turned the shower on
    and washed my hair and shaved all the pertinent areas, including
    my always bare love mound. I took special care with my makeup and
    hair and was finally ready to don the clothes I had laid out
    prior to the bath. I rubbed lotion all over my naked body and
    then slid into my black lace uplifting corset with garters. I
    then put on sheer black stockings with roses on the ankles. I
    slid a black leather-like skirt up over my hips and after zipping
    it I dropped a black and silver silky blouse over my head. I
    topped that with an ass-length black jacket and gold earrings.
    I took a final look at myself in the mirror and knew that he
    would be pleased when I made it down to the living room where he
    was waiting for me.
         I slowly descended the stairs and stood in the center of the
    living room. With my hands hanging at my sides I did a slow turn
    so he could get the entire picture. He came and stood behind me,
    turned me to look at him and kissed me deeply. I knew that he was
    pleased with my efforts. He took my hand and led me to the car
    and we were off to the restaurant. We had a nice leisurely dinner
    and then walked over to the club. While sitting enjoying the
    music I felt his hand creeping up my leg. Before I knew what was
    happening I could feel his hand on my crotch. He slowly inserted
    two fingers into my bare wet pussy and moved them around in small
    circles. My breathing was increasing and I was having a hard time
    sitting still, he noticed and removed his hand just as quickly as
    he had placed it. After another drink he took my left hand in his
    and placed something cold and metallic around my thumb. I felt it
    tighten down and then a tug. Whatever it was wasn't going to come
    off easily. He then asked for my right hand and he repeated the
    same action to that thumb. When I finally got to look at the
    apparatus I realized he had attached thumb-cuffs. My first
    threads of panic hit me hard. How was I going to do anything? He
    looked at me and told me to finish my drink so that we could go
    home. It was a look that I knew I could not ignore for long. I
    raised my hands together and took my glass and swallowed it all
    down at once, replacing the glass on the table and my hands in my
    lap. He stood to leave and I didn't have any choice but to rise
    and follow.
         When we got home he told me to stand in the middle of the
    living room and wait for him. I stood there for about ten minutes
    before he came to me. He removed the thumb-cuffs and then removed
    my jacket for me. He reached under the edge of my blouse and
    pulled it straight up over my head. He unzipped my skirt and let
    it fall to the floor. He then told me to pick up my clothes. As I
    bent over to do so he placed his left hand in the center of my
    back, effectively holding me bent over at the waist. He pushed at
    my left foot and I spread my legs apart and gained some balance.
       WHACK!! That was the first of fifty good hard slaps on my ass.
    When he was finished with those fifty he entwined his fingers in
    my hair and pulled me to a standing position. He told me to go
    upstairs, remove the rest of my clothing and kneel on the floor
    at the end of the bed, laying my head and chest on the bed with
    my knees slightly spread.  I did exactly as I was instructed,
    with anticipation and excitement and wonder and some misgivings.
         I knelt there and waited for about thirty minutes. When he
    finally came up to the bedroom I could hear him getting things
    out of our "toy" drawer. Not wanting to look I really didn't know
    what to expect. Then the spanking began. He used his hand, a ping
    pong paddle, a folded belt, a long thin black leather strap and a
    wide oval black leather paddle. All of these were used at varying
    intensities so I never knew what to expect next. I know that I
    was crying uncontrollably and I also knew that I couldn't do it
    loudly, or there would be more then he had originally intended. I
    could feel the heat emanating from my burning cheeks and I really
    wanted a break, but I wanted it to continue at the same time. He
    finally quit and I almost collapsed completely.
         He then put oil on my ass and I felt it dripping down my
    crack and my legs. He rubbed the oil all over my hot ass and
    pussy. He shoved a couple of fingers into my oily wet slit and
    rotated them ever so slowly. He just as quickly removed them and
    I then felt a long hard rubber cock being slowly pushed into me.
    I couldn't help but react to that. My hips began rocking from
    side to side and my moaning was on the increase. I was really
    getting into this and knew that my reward was finally going to
    come. He shoved the entire length into me and then reached down
    to my knees and forced them together so I was effectively holding
    the dildo in place. The spanking began again.
         If I hadn't know better I would have said that it was more
    intense then the first round but I'm sure that it was because my
    ass was still tender from round one. He repeated his use of all
    the available "tools" and this time he had put a glove on his
    hand. I was wiggling and squirming with each new landing. I know
    at the beginning that I was trying to avoid the hardest of the
    hits but each time I raised my ass in the air to meet his hand or
    one of the paddles I lost the idea of trying to avoid, it had
    turned into thoughts of wanting. More and more and more. He
    finally quit again when I was in full tears. He pulled the rubber
    cock from me and spread my legs wide. He placed both his hands in
    the center of my back and before I knew what to expect he had
    slammed his cock all the way into my hot wet pussy. He slammed
    his belly against my hot ass over and over again. I wanted to go
    all the way over the top but was afraid that if I let him know he
    would stop. I tried every trick in the book but being in the
    position that I was didn't allow for very much free movement. I
    could tell from his pumping that he was getting close though so I
    decided to bide my time. After another couple of good hard slams
    he pulled out and backed away from me, told me to stay put and
    left the room. Now what!! was all I could think.
         He came back into the room after a short time and once again
    knelt down beside me. After about sixty seconds I was shocked by
    a cold drop of water on one ass cheek, then on the other. He was
    dripping an ice cube over ny back side and it was COLD!! The
    drips stopped but before I could feel relief I felt the ice cube
    being shoved into my pussy. The heat already starting the melting
    process. The spanking began again. This time he started with the
    horse crop and managed to get every spot on my ass and the back
    of my legs. I was really hurting now and every new hit was so
    intense that I couldn't resist the pleasure from it any longer. I
    really didn't want any of it to stop. After one hundred stripes
    from the crop he told me to lay on the bed with my knees up and
    apart. I did so immediately, thinking that my time was finally
    here. Boy was I mistaken!! He knelt on the bed beside me and took
    the long inch wide leather strap in his hand and began to gently
    slap the inside of my thighs. Before long he was slapping at my
    dripping pussy with more intensity. The ice had melted and the
    water was almost free flowing from me, which made good sound
    solid slaps, right on my clit. There was no way that I could
    resist that and before I knew what was happening to me I was on
    the first wave of a bone crushing orgasm. He continued until he
    knew that I had totally ridden the crest.
         He laid down between my legs and planted his face where the
    leather strap had just been. His tongue was non-stop and there
    wasn't so much as an ounce of me that could resist that tongue of
    his, even if I had wanted to, and I didn't. He took me to the
    edge again and again, always stopping short of the wave, but
    causing that wave to crest higher and higher each time. I'm not
    sure how long this continued but he finally laid his tongue
    directly onto my clit and that really did it. I rode the wave and
    just before I crashed onto the beach he removed himself and
    quickly rose and sank his cock deep into my spasming cunt. This
    was the final rush for me and I rode all the way in and finally
    landed with cries of pleasure. As I was slowly coming down he
    removed himself and placed one knee on each side of my chest. His
    cock was directly in front of my face and I took him into my
    mouth. He was fucking my mouth and I was waiting for his hot
    juice. And it didn't take long. He shoved hard and deep down my
    throat and stopped dead still. I could feel his tummy tighten and
    then his hot juice squirting down my throat. I didn't think he
    had that much cum, I was almost choking. I swallowed every last
    drop and when he recovered his breathing he laid beside me and we
    hugged and kissed gingerly. What an evening this had been, was my
    last thought as I drifted off to sleep.
         I sat up on the edge of the bed in the morning and winced. I
    couldn't for the life of me figure out why my ass was so tender,
    it never had been before. I put my robe on, went into the
    bathroom and after lifting up the back of the robe I looked at
    myself in the mirror. I was shocked. I had never seen so many
    bruises on one person in one place before. It was amazing. I
    rubbed at them gently and was again surprised at the tenderness.
    I made coffee and got him up for the day. He wanted to see what I
    looked like so I lifted my robe again and gave him his look. He
    just patted by back side and said that he was really sorry he had
    missed a few spots, but promised me that he would do better next
    time. What could I do but smile.

    This is the end of part 3. There will be future stories to follow
    as time allows. If there are any comments or questions or ideas
    just leave a message for MISTRESS VAL on this board. Why
    MISTRESS? Well, my Master allows me my one fantasy.
    If anyone would like a special story let me know, I'm a great
    fiction writer, too.