Crossing Diana

 

A million things were going through Diana’s mind as she drove to her Master’s farm.  What did he have in store for her this weekend?  She looked forward to it, anticipating the pleasure mingled with delicious pain.  Diana had dabbled in BDSM early in her marriage but it was outside her husband’s comfort zone so it had gone the way of the Dodo and now with his blessing she was again exploring the joys that only BDSM can give those who partake of its many facets.  Her Master was a kind, caring man in a similar predicament to herself; they had met online and had decided to take it to the next level in real life.

 

He had sent her an email with her instructions.  She was to come to his farm just outside the city in a semi rural area.  There they would have plenty of privacy and could play indoors or out depending on the weather.  For the journey there, Diana was to wear an overcoat.  She was to be completely naked underneath the coat and she was to call in at the local shop and buy him a newspaper, a bottle of bourbon and some chocolate.  A simple task to be sure but one that filled her with trepidation. What if the coat came undone while she was shopping?  At the same time the prospect of being seen like that was a real turn on.  She felt like a kid stealing an apple and not getting caught.  Her pussy was already moist as she pulled up at the store.  Thankfully hers was the only car in the parking lot and she set about buying the items Sir had instructed.  The clerk was bored and reading a magazine and apart from greeting her as she walked in kept his nose buried in the magazine.  As Diana walked through the shop she could feel her nipples rubbing against the silk lining of her coat, they were so erect it almost hurt and it just added to her excitement.  She purchased the items and noticed the clerk appreciating her hard nipples as she paid him.  She blushed slightly and made her way back to the car to continue the journey.  She pulled out of the car park onto the road that led to the farm and couldn’t help parting her legs and giving her pussy a stroke.  She was amazed at how wet she was and the temptation to pull over and masturbate was tempting but she knew Sir was waiting.

 

The farm was a beautiful property, one hundred and fifty acres of pasture and forest with the house set back on the property and surrounded by forest and hidden behind a small hillock.  A gravel track led to the house terminating in a circular driveway.  As she pulled up Sir was waiting on the verandah, a big smile on his face, obviously pleased to see her.  He walked out to the car and opened her door and took her hand as she disembarked from the car.  He pulled her to him saying nothing and kissing her deeply.  He sucked greedily on her tongue as did she on his and he unbuttoned her coat and slid it off her shoulders exposing her to the warm morning sun.  She had Goosebumps partly from the sudden exposure and partly because of her arousal.  Sir reached down and slid his fingers into her slick, wet, slit and gently rubbed her now hardened clit, causing her to thrust her hips in time with his stroking.  He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, savoring the feeling of its erect state and then did the same to the other.  Diana’s head was spinning, here she was naked, outdoors and on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm and she had barely been there 5 minutes.  Her hips were moving of their own volition and as she teetered on the brink of orgasm she remembered to ask for permission to come.

“Please Sir may I come” she managed to somehow get out, and she looked up into his eyes pleadingly.  He smiled as only he could and she feared he would forbid her.

 

“Come my angel, my little slut, come for me and we will go inside.”

 

Diana’s hips bucked and ground against his hand, her pussy gushed as she came sending juices down the inside of her thighs.  She would have fallen had Sir not had his arm around her back to support her.  Her mind was a million miles away yet present in the moment as her orgasm sent her spiraling through time and space and then she was back looking into Sir’s warm caring eyes.  He took her weight while she recovered and then they gathered her things and went inside.

 

Diana showered and dried herself still a little light headed after her orgasm.  She looked at her reflection in the mirror and was glad she had looked after herself.  She made her way downstairs still naked as per Sir’s instruction and set about making them both some brunch and they ate bacon, eggs and toast with a nice steaming coffee.  Sir read the newspaper as was his habit leaving Diana at a bit of a loose end.  She fidgeted with some uneaten toast wondering what she should do.  An idea occurred to her and she slowly slid down her chair onto her knees and slipped under the table.  Diana had a craving for some cock and decided it was time to suck Sir’s cock.  She fumbled with the fly surprising him a little and he made her job easier by opening his legs and allowing her full access but keeping up the pretense he was reading.  She undid the button of his jeans, unzipped the fly and took out his cock that was semi hard.  She stroked it as she looked at it.  It wasn’t huge but it wasn’t small either, it was circumcised and as she stroked a tear of precum appeared in the eye.  She tongued the eye and looked up at Sir who was beginning to loose interest in the paper quite rapidly and gave him a look of lust filled hunger, then proceeded to engulf his cock with her mouth and sucked it like there was no tomorrow.  Sir allowed her to do this for a couple of minutes and then told her to kneel up and hold her tits together while he fucked them.  Diana did as she was told, enjoying the sensation as his hard cock thrust between her tits, every now and then managing to get her mouth around the head.  She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs again and she marveled at what a wanton woman she had become.  Suddenly Sir stopped thrusting and stepped away.

 

“Is there something wrong” Diana asked alarmed that he hadn’t come.

 

“No my angel, it’s just time for some fun.” and he smiled.

 

He did up his jeans and removed his shirt exposing his strong upper body and well muscled arms.  Diana looked at him taking in the view appreciatively.

 

“All right my pet it’s time for a whipping and your crucifixion, come outside.”

 

Diana wasn’t sure she had heard him right and hesitated.

 

“Now.” He barked in a tone that brooked no refusal.

Diana got to her feet and followed him outside and he led her to the whipping frame.  She hadn’t noticed when she arrived but there were whips and floggers laid out on a table next to the frame.  Sir bound her hands together and pulled them over her head stretching her to allow full access to her body with the whip.  She felt a little apprehensive but trusted Sir implicitly and part of her ached to feel the whip snaking around her body.

 

“Angel I want you to trust me.  I’m going to use a very light single tail whip on you.  It will hurt a little and leave beautiful red stripes but they will fade and remember if it is too much use your word. Ok.”

 

Diana nodded and Sir readied himself.  His arm drew back and he sent the whip snaking around her back to impact across her tits with a slapping sound and causing them to bounce.  Diana squeaked more out of surprise than pain and looked down to see a thin red line form just above her nipples.  The next stroke impacted squarely across her nipples.  It sent a stinging burning sensation to her brain, both pleasurable and painful at the same time.  The next stroke wrapped around her ass and impacted just above her pubic hair.  Seven more were distributed evenly over her body leaving vivid red stripes on her skin.  She felt their fire and marveled at how that fire transmuted into pleasure.  Sir paused and walked up to her and traced the lines across her breasts, pinching her rosebud nipples then tracing the other lines.  He reached down and stroked her cunt which dripped honey thanks to the whipping and now his ministrations with his hands.

 

“Ah angel do you know how beautiful you look stretched like that and dancing for me under the whip?” 

 

He walked back to his position not waiting for an answer.  The whip curled and snaked out again wrapping around her ass and impacting across her pussy lips.  It almost seemed like it was trying to fuck her of its own volition.  The pain caused her clit to buzz maddeningly.  Sir watched her carefully not wanting to cause pain that would detract from the pleasure she was now experiencing.  After another nine lashes that made twenty in all Sir decided Diana had had enough and again walked to her and ran his hands over her body.  Diana moaned softly betraying the lust she felt and for the second time that day floated in subspace, observing everything from a place seemingly outside her body. 

 

Sir lowered her arms and grasped the rope that bound her wrists and pulled her towards a mound where the cross was laid.  He unbound her hands and laid her on the cross.  He tied her wrists firmly to the cross piece with soft rope and stood back to admire her.  She looked so beautiful laying there looking up at him her eyes filled with trust, the red lines from the whipping beginning to fade a little but still noticeable on her white skin.  He bent over and squeezed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, causing her hips to rise as the sensation coursed through to aching clit.  He then tied her feet soles flat on the upright and stood back to again view his handy work.  God she looked gorgeous and it was all he could do not to fuck her senseless there and then.

 

“Alright angel it’s time I raised you.  I’ll do it as gently as I can but there will be a bit of a jolt as the cross hits the bottom of the hole. Ok.”

He raised the cross and it slid neatly into the hole and he secured it with earth and some wooden wedges and Diana hung there crucified in all her glory.  Sir’s cock was bulging underneath his jeans and he couldn’t help but unzip his fly and take it out and he slowly stroked it as he looked up at her.

 

The scene was surreal and Diana was amazed that she had quite calmly allowed herself to be crucified.  The sensation as the cross was raised was incredible.  She was tied securely to the wood and surrendered herself to the sensation as she was lifted from the ground to hang between heaven and earth.  Her legs took her weight as the cross became vertical and the strain on her arms told her that she probably wouldn’t last long in this position.  She pushed up with her legs easing the strain and settled into a rhythm of easing down and pushing up as her chest became tight and she needed to breathe more easily.  The Romans called it “the dance”.  Sir had a piece of wood in his hands and was moving towards the cross.

 

“Angel this will make things a little easier for you.  You will be able to rest your weight on it.”

 

He put it in position between her legs and stepped back to see her reaction to the sedile.  Diana lowered herself onto the wood, it nestled between her soft pussy lips, spreading them slightly and she was grateful for the respite it gave her arms.  All good things must come to an end and it was not long before the welcome resting place became a nasty infiltrator and she had to push up and let the blood flow back into her mound.  Diana couldn’t see it but the piece of wood had provision for an attachment and Sir had decided it was time for the attachment to be put in place.  It was a small rubber dildo probably about four inches long and she would have to decide whether it would penetrate her ass or her pussy.  She waited as long as she could then lowered her dripping cunt onto the dildo.  The sensation as it penetrated her was delicious and she found new strength to begin the dance anew.  Sir stood there stroking his cock as she danced on the cross.  Diana looked down at him as he did so wishing his cock was in her mouth and this helped quicken her thrusts up and down on the dildo.  Her juices were flowing freely and she was rapidly approaching orgasm.  Sir moved forward and started to massage her clit as she ground her hips and cunt into the dildo.  Her breath was coming in gasps and she grunted unashamedly, her lust at an all time high.  She looked down at Sir and the need in her eyes was incredible.

 

“May I come please Sir.” She said.

 

He simply nodded unable to speak such was her affect on him.  Diana’s back arched as she bore down on the dildo, her tits thrust out and she screamed as she came.  Her pussy ejaculated a stream of fluid that hit Sir in the chest surprising him at first but delighting him also.  Diana thought she would lose her mind her orgasm was so powerful.  It was like she stood on a mountain and all creation was laid at her feet.  She was in awe that she could feel this way.  Sir took her down from the cross and carried her to the house in his arms.  He laid her on the bed and took off his jeans and boots, his cock was nearly bursting and he had to fuck her.  Diana spread her legs and reached out for him and he fell on her passionately, kissing her neck and whispering how beautiful she was in her ear.  His cock entered her and he began to thrust.  Diana wrapped her legs around him finding a new reserve of strength and met his thrusts eagerly crying out for him to fuck her like the dildo had on the cross.  Her orgasm began unbidden and her cunt milked Sir’s cock as it convulsed again and again taking him over the edge.  Jet after jet of white hot cum coated the inside of her pussy and leaked out around his thrusting cock and he collapsed to her side exhausted.

 

They lay there and laughed at each other as they breathed hard from their exertions with Sir noting that she had come without permission and would have to be punished later.  Diana laughed and couldn’t wait, but first she needed some sleep and she drifted off listening to Sir breathing and his beating heart.

 

 

 

 

Crossing Diana – The Awakening

 

The sound of birds outside the window had awoken Diana and she stretched languidly.  Her body was a little stiff from the crucifixion but the memory of her torture and subsequent fucking filled her with a warm glow.  She remembered falling asleep listening to Sir’s heart beat.  She wondered what he was doing given the fact he was no longer in the bed and the faint sound of an axe splitting wood reached her ears.  She went to the window and looked out.  He was by the wood pile chopping wood for the fire.  She watched as he swung the axe, appreciating his strength and the way his muscles rippled as he worked.

 

Her pussy clenched and a surge of desire swept over her.  She tore herself away from the window and that delightful view and mentally acknowledged her hunger but first things first, she needed to shower.

 

She entered the ensuite and there was a note with a rose laid over it that simply said “Hello sleepy head.” Three x’s completed the note.  She smiled at his thoughtfulness and ran the shower, waiting for it to warm sufficiently before she hopped in.  The water was warm and welcoming and she let it flow over her body and it soothed the remaining stiffness she felt.  She soaped herself letting her fingers linger in her private place as she reran the day’s earlier events through her mind.  She felt her nipples stiffen as she did so and she was tempted to masturbate there and then in the shower.  She marveled at what a wanton woman she had become lately and laughed at herself.

 

She turned the taps off and stepped out of the shower and dried herself then took up station in front of the mirror to do her usual critical assessment.  She noted there were some very faint lines across her breasts from the whipping she had received and she traced the lines with her delicate fingers, enjoying the sensation as she did so.  She closed her eyes and almost unbidden her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them both and squeezed them together pinching her nipples between her thumb and index finger, causing a small intake of breath.  She opened her eyes and smiled at her reflection knowing that many women her age would love to have her body.

 

She heard the door open downstairs and the sound of wood being placed in the box next to the pot belly stove.  Sir would be hungry after his exertions and she wanted to make him something to eat as well as quieten the rumblings coming from her own stomach.  She applied some perfume and brushed her hair, threw on a dressing gown and headed down to the kitchen to put the kettle on and prepare some food.  She hummed a nameless tune as she busied herself in the kitchen preparing some sandwiches as the coffee brewed in the percolator.

 

It was her first time at the farm and she loved being here already.  The country air was fresh and it invigorated her.  All her senses felt somehow heightened and the privacy factor was delightful.  All the information technology, medium density housing, intrusions by unsolicited tele marketers, advertising bill boards and so called modern conveniences of society faded into insignificance out here.  Her thoughts were interrupted as Sir made his way into the kitchen.

 

“Hello angel” he said and he kissed her on the cheek.

 

He smiled at her, pleased that she had made the sandwiches and the smell of freshly brewed coffee had him reaching for two mugs from the cupboard.

 

“How did you sleep” he asked her.

 

“Mmmn very well thank you Sir.” And she moved up behind him and hugged him from behind pushing her breasts into his back.  She could smell the musty aroma from his exertions at the woodpile and it fuelled her desire.  She reached around and stroked the front of his jeans and he turned in her arms, and laughed, shaking his index finger at her.

 

“Wait until I have a shower naughty girl, I’m all sweaty and smelly.” 

 

She pouted and said “But I like the way you smell after you have been working.”

 

He laughed again and reached around to pinch some cold meat left over from the makings for the sandwiches and popped it into his mouth.  The coffee was poured and they took the plates to the table and sat down together, both ravenous, and sated their physical hunger.

 

They laughed and chatted about the morning’s fun, talked about the state of the nation and solved a few of the world’s problems as they ate.  Sir then excused himself and went upstairs for a shower and angel as he liked to call her busied herself with cleaning up their dishes.  She finished up and went into the lounge room to relax in one of the big leather arm chairs that made up the lounge suite.

 

Sir showered and shaved.  He didn’t like his beard rasping angel when they played and a nice close shave took care of that.  He had plans for the evening and mentally went through them as he dressed.  The play room downstairs was already set up, a task he had taken care of while angel slept and really it was just a matter of setting the mood and then taking her there.  He pulled on his black leather jeans; they fitted him like a glove and were favorites.  Being a man and suffering from domestic blindness it took him a few minutes to locate his favorite belt, a black studded affair that went with his jeans nicely.  He pulled on the black elasticized side boots and finally a black leather vest that he left open.  He looked at himself in the mirror happy with what he saw.  He stood six feet two inches tall had broad shoulders, well muscled arms and chest that tapered to a slim waist.  He worked at keeping his physique and liked it to be appreciated and made sure he wore clothes that showed it off.  Enough narcissism for now he thought and headed downstairs to see what angel was up to.

 

She had been sitting waiting for Sir to finish his shower and come back down stairs.  Her mind had drifted again to their play earlier in the day and she had absent mindedly pulled open the dressing gown she was wearing, eyes closed, her hands had found their way to her nipples and she teased them with her fingers, pulling them and rolling them between her fingers. Automatically she slid down the chair so she could spread her legs wider and her right hand slid down her belly to caress her mound and before long she was masturbating while she waited for Sir to return.  The carpet on the floor ensured Sirs approach was quiet.  He has spied her as he approached and he did not wish to disturb her yet.  She knew better than to come so he moved to the bar and took a nice bottle of red wine from the rack, taking up the waiter’s friend and screwed in the cork screw.  He set two glasses on the bar and watched angel finger herself.  It was an incredibly erotic sight and his leather jeans were bulging as his erection tried to find a way out.

 

He decided it was time and took the cork out of the bottle.  The popping sound of course brought angel out of her reverie and she sat up embarrassed to see Sir smiling at her from the bar but turned on that he had been watching her pleasure herself.

 

“Take off the dressing gown and come here, you naughty girl” he said, a grin splitting his face.

 

Angel stood up and let the gown slide from her shoulders, catching it in the crook of her arms, squeezed her breasts together with her biceps as she leant forward slightly and then let it fall to the ground.  She slowly walked to the bar, looking directly into Sir’s eyes, projecting a “come fuck me” energy straight at him.  She was feeling dirty and wanted it badly.  Her look was not lost on Sir and he cocked an eyebrow at her as she walked toward him and he projected a “don’t worry you are gonna get it alright” energy back at her.  She stopped at the other side of the bar and he walked around to her.

 

“Stand up straight, legs apart and hands on head” he said evenly, his tone was one that angel knew better than to argue with even though they were both in a playful mood.  She adopted the position, eyes looking submissively down.  His fingers went to her chin and he lifted it slightly so that she was looking into his eyes.  His hand went straight to her quim and his fingers slid into her easily.  His eyes were warm and smiling as he fingered her and she loved the way it felt to be there naked and vulnerable before him, his fingers inside her causing her to ache with need.

 

“What were you doing masturbating without permission, dirty girl?” he said.

 

“I, I couldn’t help it Sir” was her stuttered response.

 

“It matters not what your reasons were; we will deal with that and your other indiscretion later” he replied and removed his fingers from her and held them to her mouth and she sucked them clean. 

 

He turned his back on her and moved to pour them both a wine.  Angel remained in position instinctively, wondering what her “other” indiscretion was.  She had forgotten completely about coming without permission when they had made love after her crucifixion.  Sir had not and was counting on the fact that she had.  The suspense and curiosity would drive her crazy and he knew that.  He poured them a glass of wine each and moved around the bar to select a CD to play.  The sound system he had installed fed to every room in the house and, with a ten stack CD player, an evening’s music could easily be selected.  He chose Enigma’s first album to play initially.  The song “The Principles of Lust” seemed eminently appropriate and as the music filled the room he dimmed the lights and lit some candles.

 

As he walked back to the bar he looked at angel who was still in position, the candle light enhancing her beautiful form.  He watched as her breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, all accentuated by the position she was in.  He noticed something sparkle on her inner thigh and moved closer to inspect what it was.  To his delight he found a small rivulet of her essence slowly trickling down her inner thigh.  He used his middle finger to capture it and again placed it to her mouth and she closed her eyes and sucked it off.  She hoped that the sensation of her sucking his finger would inspire him to throw her on the floor and fuck her mercilessly but it was a forlorn hope born out of her growing need.

 

He again moved to the bar and sat on a bar stool and looked at her lovingly, so proud of her discipline and felt so privileged to have a submissive such as her.  Her eyes followed him and she felt as if she would die of sexual frustration, her breathing was beginning to get a little ragged and she wanted desperately to reach down and finger herself till she came.  Her hips were beginning to move in an involuntary motion as her quim sought release from the tension.  She closed her eyes and willed herself to regain control.

 

His words again brought her back to reality.  “Ok angel, relax now and have some wine.”

 

It felt like she had been in position for days.  Her feet seemed to have grown roots into the earth and she felt like she was indeed part of Gaia, the earth mother, ripe and ready to fall off the tree into the abyss of sexual ecstasy.  Her hands dropped to her sides and she moved to the bar as if in a trance.  Sir handed her the glass of wine and she drank.  The Rose` tasted like nectar, her senses were in such a heightened state and she felt as if she were in some kind of ancient sacred ritual with her body and submission a sacrifice to the Gods.

 

She looked into Sir’s eyes and saw his love and the feeling of trust and mutual understanding almost overwhelmed her and tears of joy leaked from her eyes.  He reached over and brushed them away, intuitively knowing they were not tears of sadness or pain and drew her to him.  He held her there for a few moments as she grounded a little, then released her so she could drink her wine.  There was no need for words because it was as if they were inside each other’s minds, communicating in the unspoken language of love.

 

Sir finished his wine and told angel to take up a position with her back to the bar and leaning her elbows on the bar top.  He picked up a bottle of baby oil, opened it and proceeded to squeeze some out onto angel’s breasts.  He then massaged it over her breasts, stomach and pubic mound.  She watched him as he did so enjoying the feeling of his big hands moving over her body.  She felt the roughness ever so slightly, abrasive on her sensitive nipples and again felt her body responding.  She loved looking down as his hands distorted and squeezed her breasts and she could feel her quim clenching as he did.  She watched him move off and walk to where two candles stood.  They were the kind that were in jars and part of her wondered what he was doing.  Then it dawned on her that the wax was destined for her breasts.  She panicked a little because, as yet, they hadn’t played like this before but she trusted him to watch her and know if it was too much.  She also had her safe word if need be.

 

He moved back to her side and placed the candles on the bar.  Her skin glistened in the candle light and he ran his hand over her breasts and stomach once more.  He took up one candle and looked into her eyes, cocked an eyebrow as if to say “Ok?” and she simply said yes with her eyes.

 

He held the jar up quite high and tipped it so that a very small quantity landed on her left nipple.  She jumped a little expecting a fierce burning sensation and whilst it was quite warm it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as she expected.  He moved the jar until it was over her right breast and did the same, again the very warm sensation that left her wanting more, but hotter.  She arched her back, forcing her breasts out and let out a low groan that came from the back of her throat, not unlike a cat when it is mating.  Sir lowered the jar somewhat and let a much larger quantity hit her right breast, this time about three inches above her nipple and it flowed down over it.  The sensation was incredible, it burned and almost as quickly transmuted to pure pleasure.  She gasped, sucking in a breath and she ground her hips into the air wishing there was something she could rub her now aching pussy against.  He watched her closely, monitoring her reactions, smiling as she responded to the pleasure and pain.

 

Quickly, so as not to let her think, he moved the jar over her left breast and again let a much larger quantity of wax pour over her.  Again her breath hissed out of her lungs and she let out an audible “Ahhhh”.  He moved it down over her belly and again poured the remaining hot wax out over her.  Her hips were moving up and down, the look in her eyes was feverish; she was literally panting and growling with desire.  Sir took up the second jar and held it between her belly button and her mound.  He looked into her eyes and she simply closed them and leaned her head back and thrust her hips forward.  He poured the wax onto her skin and it spilled into her pubic hair and over her pouting outer lips.  She gasped but held her position.  Her senses in overload, she teetered on the brink of orgasmic heaven.  Sensing this he put the jar on the bar and sat back and watched her in her torment.

 

Her breaths were coming in gasps as she fought the urge to give in to the impending orgasm.  Seemingly the more she fought to control it the greater her need became.  Her pussy had already begun contracting and she tried to relax but it was no good.  She was flying in subspace and it was if she was standing outside her body, her will meant nothing and she began to orgasm spontaneously.  Her hips bucked and she heard a wail that she somehow recognized as her own.  She saw the beginning of the universe and its end and all that lay between as she stood on the mountain of her desire.

 

Sir sat and watched in awe as this beautiful creature he loved reached the heavens and beyond.  He was moved to tears as he watched his angel convulse in ecstasy.  This was indeed a sacred moment.  He watched her carefully, making sure she did not injure herself as she spent her lust.  He made a mental note that she had again come without permission but somehow he knew he could not punish her for this transgression.  He waited for her to calm and then once again drew her into his arms and helped her ground and come back to reality.

 

She looked into his eyes as she came to.  She burst into tears of joy and wept.  She hadn’t felt this free and fulfilled in years and never wanted it to end.  He hugged her to himself, cradling her in his strong arms and rocking her as you would a young child.  His heart was pounding such was the connection between them.  He sat her on a stool and began to remove the melted wax from her breasts, stomach and mound.  The oil made the task very easy and before long it was as if it was never there.  Angel had calmed considerably and Sir felt they both needed another glass of wine and set about pouring them one each.  Enigma was coming to a close and the next CD was about to load.

 

It all seemed so appropriate.  They would rest here for a while and then he would take her to the play room and the fun would really begin.