From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Jan 06 23:09:05 1997
My Training Weekend - Part/2
It was now going on seven thirty and MASTER has not arrived. I was getting
awful sore sitting in one position waiting, but I had this feeling that I had
better not move. Then came a knock on the door and the sound of a key in the
lock. MASTER has had a key to my house for some time, and I have never refused
to allow him in.
He walked into the living room and looked over at Linda. He asked her what I
was doing inside when it was so nice out in the yard. She replied that she was
not aware that I could have been taken out side. He then told her to bring me
and follow him as he went toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the yard.
After I got up I walked the best I could and followed MASTER to the den with
Linda right behind me. MASTER was standing at the doors waiting for us to
arrive, and as we did he went out into the yard. He told Linda to bring me to
him, and she grabed my arm and lead me in his direction. He was standing by the
picnic table and there were several iron pipes laying arond the area. I stood
there wondering what they had in mind, but still knew that I had better not ask.
So I just waited for one of them to tell me what was going to come next. And
the wait was not long!
MASTER picked up one of the many pipes that were all around and placed it in
another pipe that was in the ground.
Them he instructed Linda to bring me over to where the pipe was. He told
her to lay me down on my back and to unfasten the shackles that were on my legs.
She mentioned to him that he had not given her a key. So he reached in his
pocket and tossed her a small key on a large ring. While he was waiting for her
to unlock my shackles he told her that the key she was holding fit all the locks
for the items he had. And that until he had another one made she was to keep it
with her at all times.
By now I was laying on my back on the ground next to this one pipe that was
standing in the ground. He tossed her a leather strap and a cuff and told her
to fasten my leg to the pipe. It didn't take her long and she was waiting for
him to tell her what next. His next instruction was for her to take my other
leg and pull it toward one of the other holes in the ground. And to pull it to
the farthest one that she could reach. So as there was still one side of the
shackes hooked to that leg it was easy for her to pull it over while still
standing up. She passed several holes before she felt that I was as far apart
as I could go. When she told MASTER that she thought that I was where he
wanted, he just noded. Then he went and got another pipe the same length as the
first, and placed it in the hole where my leg was. MASTER then tossed her
another short leather strap and cuff, telling her to do the same as before.
There I was laying on the ground with my legs spread apart and fastened to
the bottom of two pipes. I was still wearing my waste belt, so MASTER told
Linda to follow him. He said that I was not going any place until they got back.
So I just layed there with all kinds of different thought running through my
head.
It seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes before they returned, but I really
think that it was like five. But when they did return they were both carring
what appeared to be short chanes with some sort of hook on them. As they
approched me I could see that indeed that is what they were.
I had no idea what they intended to do with them, but I was soon to find
out.
MASTER told Linda to release my arms from the belt and fasten the hook in
the ring on the cuff. After she had both my arms released and her and MASTER
had the short chains fastened, they lifted me to a some what standing position.
MASTER placed his chain over the top of the pipe and it sliped through a slot on
the top and he hooked it to some thing on the side. Then he went around to the
other side and did the same thing. There I was not quite standing but looking
rather uncomfortable. I was! MASTER pulled on the chain where he was and that
pulled my arm even higher and tighter. Then he went to the other side and
pulled on that one also. Now I was streached tight between the two pipes and in
no position to do any thing. MASTER said to Linda that they should go in and
have a bit to eat and a drink as I needed to think about my situation for a
while. Then they left and disappeared into the house.
It was about sun down when they left me there, and it was well after dark
before they came back. MASTER was always the first one to come out of the house
as he was the first one to enter. I could see MASTER comming toward me, but I
could not see Linda that clear. In a way I was glad that I couldn't! When I did
see her she had a wide leather strap in one of her hands, and some thing cluched
in the other. As she approched I still could not see what was in her one hand,
not until she handed it to MASTER. Then I knew it was one of the many ball gags
that MASTER had for me. MASTER stood in from of me and pinched my nose until I
opened my mouth, and then he sliped the ball part between my teeth. The gag had
a strap on it that he put around my head to hold the gag in place. Once he was
satisfied that it would not come out, and I could make no more then a grunting
sound he steped back. He then looked over at Linda and told he to do what they
had talked about. Well she walked around behind me and just stood there for a
few seconds, as if she was tring to make up her mind wheather or not to do it.
The next thing I knew was that I was being hit across the ass with the belt.
The blows were not that hard, just enough to let me know I was being hit.
MASTER told her to do it right or he would use it on her. So the next blow was
much-much harder, and they were comming more often. By now I was really feeling
the blows and the only thing I could do was grown and cry some. Tears were
running down each cheek, and the more she hit me the more they ran.
MASTER finally told her that she could stop, and she did. But he also told
he that she was to do it again in thirty minutes for ten minutes. Then she was
to wait thirty more minutes and do it again. He told her that he wanted to see
my ass red and welted before I would be allowed to be put to bed for the night.
After all he told her - I had a busy day comming tomorrow and I did need some
rest.
So after and hour or so she finished, and MASTER came out to look at me. He
felt both sided of my ass, and was satisfied that they were welted. I guess so
as it really hurt for him to even touch me.
MASTER told Linda to go and get a sleeping bag out of the hall closet, and
she left to do it. When she returned MASTER told her to open the bag and lay in
on the ground behind me, and she did as he instructed. Then he went to one side
of me and let the chain lose that held my right arm, and went and did the same
to the other side. At this point MASTER was holding me so that I would not just
fall in one direction or the other. He then lowered me to the ground and onto
the open sleeping bag. Speaking to Linda again he told her to go and find a
sheet. While she was gone looking for the bed sheet MASTER refastened my armes
to my waste belt. When she returned with it he told her to cover me with it,
and she did. MASTER looked down at me for a minute, and then back toward Linda.
The last thing I heard him say was that it was time for him and Linda to get
some sleep. AS I was not tucked in bed for the night!
One thing that had been bothering me for several hours was how I was going
to use the bathroom. I didn't have permission to speak, and there for I didn't
ask. But that issue was not becomming a need thing to know. As several hours
went by and I really wasn't getting much sleep in this position, I thought that
I could hear some one comming near me. Of course in the position I was hearing
all kinds of sounds and strange noises. But this time I was really hearing some
one comming. It turned out to be Linda as she came to see if I was all right.
With out being told to do so may I add! She losened the gag in my mouth and
asked if I was OK. That is when I told her that I really needed to use the bath
room. She said that she could not let me lose, but would try and think of some
thing that might help. She left and I thought that I heard her in the kitchen
movein dishes and pan around. Well I must of as she came out with a shallow pan
that she sliped under me. She asked if I could use this and she would empty it
when she left. In the condition that I was in I could have used a straw, and it
sure felt good to get that pressure off my kidneys. It didn't take but a few
seconds and I was finished. She sliped the pan out and that was the last I seen
of any one until morning.
To be Continued-> END - Part/2
