	                       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.
