MRWADE56.STY                                           BY MASTER WADE

   

   

                         Julia's Begging: Part Seven

   

   

                               More from Julia

   

   

        I  lay  there  suspended  in the air, juice streaming from my hole 

   into  the can below and shreds of nylon stockings hanging from my legs. 

   I  know  it  sounds  nearly  unbelievable,  but  I began having another 

   orgasm  even before Master began using the cane on me.  But as powerful 

   as  the  orgasms  were  they still did not begin to satisfy this aching 

   that  I  felt in my cunt.  As the waves of passion swept over me in the 

   orgasms  that  I  experienced  that afternoon I felt an emptiness in my 

   hole  which,  if  it could have been filled, would have taken me higher 

   than I have ever been before.

        As  Master approached me with the cane I began grunting, trying to 

   beg  for something to fill me, but unable to form the words, due to the 

   pain  and  the  passion  interspersed  within  me.  I grunted the word, 

   "cock",  over  and  over,  but  was aware that it was too garbled to be 

   understood.

        Master  began  at  my  feet  again,  hitting me with the cane with 

   short,  swift  strokes  that  set  my skin on fire.  This time he moved 

   quickly  up  my  body  and I began to long for it on my nipples, but he 

   never  touched  me  there and moved quickly back down to my legs again.  

   Up  and  down  my  body  he  moved, caning me, using me, making me more 

   submissive  than  I  ever  believed  that I could be.  The orgasms were 

   coming  almost continuously now, sweeping over me one after another.  I 

   needed  something  in  my  hole so much, and I tried to move both of my 

   hands  to my belly to touch myself there, but was too weak to even move 

   my fingers.

        The  cane  was  moving  up  my  legs  once  again,  and I suddenly 

   realized  that  perhaps  he  would  use  it  on  my  cunt!   I trembled 

   violently  with  that  realization,  filled  with  fear,  but even more 

   tremendously  with a need to feel that very thing.  He was striking the 

   insides  of  my  thighs  now  and moving higher and higher.  I couldn't 

   make  the  words  come,  but in my mind I was screaming at him: Higher!  

   Pleaaaaaaaaase  Master!!!  Cane my slut cunt, Master!!! Hit my pussy!!!  

   Beat  my  fuck  hole!!!   Hurt your slut, Master!!!  Whip my my hungry, 

   empty, cock-loving, juice dripping hole!!!!! Now!!!!

        When  the  thin  cane did in fact strike my cunt it hit both of my 

   cunt  lips,  my  clit,  and my asshole all at once.  My body was filled 

   with  a jolt of pain and pleasure that made me go rigid with such force 

   that,  as  Master later told me, it knocked the cane from his hand.  He 

   retrieved  it  quickly  and  swung  it  immediately  at  my cunt again, 

   continuing  to  strike me there over and over as spasms wracked by body 

   and as one long scream escaped my lips.

        I  passed  out then and hours later when I finally came to I found 

   myself  still  suspended  from  the rings in the basement room.  Master 

   had  waited patiently for me in the leather chair, and when he saw that 

   I  had  awakened,  gently  took  me down from by spread-eagled position 

   above  the  floor  and lay me on the mattress.  My body ached with pain 

   from  the  whippings  and beatings, but there was a calm and a sense of 

   fulfilment  that  I  hardly  know  how to describe that accompanied the 

   pain and which made it totally acceptable to me.

        He  lay  beside me on the mattress, holding my hand and telling me 

   how  precious I was to him and how much he loved me as he allowed me to 

   recover  from  the  ordeal  which  I had experienced.  After quite some 

   time  he  asked  me to sit, and I struggled to a sitting position, very 

   much  aware  of the pain that I still felt in my ass-cheeks and even in 

   the lips of my cunt.

        Reaching  beside  him on the floor, Master took the coffee can and 

   showed  it to me.  It was full to the brim with cunt juice that had run 

   from my pussy while I had been suspended in the rings.

        "There  was  more,  Julia.   The  can  overflowed  and  your juice 

   streamed  out  onto  the  carpet.   Look  at the stain where it spilled 

   out."

        I  looked over to the spot where the can had been placed and saw a 

   dark  stain  on  the  carpet which was approximately three feet wide in 

   one  direction  and  at  least two feet wide in the other direction.  I 

   shuddered at the submissiveness that such a sight indicated.

        "It  took  more than just the discipline to create the opportunity 

   for  such an out-pouring of fuck, Julia.  Every experience that you had 

   today  was planned to bring us to this very moment.  It was no accident 

   that  you  "ran  into"  Pat  in  the  grocery store.  I had told her to 

   expect  you and had told her what to do when she saw you.  Jeff did not 

   just  call  on  his  own, but called at my request, and was prompted to 

   say  exactly  what  he  said  to  you.   Enrico came to you just at the 

   moment  that  I  had  instructed him to, and fed you his fuck just as I 

   had  asked  him to do.  Pat rang the doorbell and fisted you, just as I 

   had  planned  for  her to do.  As my slave slut you are entitled to the 

   most  erotic  encounters  that any woman could ever hope to experience, 

   and  it  is  a  joy  for  me to provide them for you.  Drink the juice, 

   Julia."

        Shaking  my  head  slowly in amazement, I turned the coffee can up 

   carefully  and  drank  my  own  fuck juice as I stared into my Master's 

   eyes.   It  took  a long time to drink it all, but in spite of the fact 

   that  it  is embarrassing for me to admit it, I loved every drop of it, 

   and  can  only hope that my Master will allow me to drink it again very 

   soon.  Perhaps I will suggest that he get a bigger can.