The master walks into the room as I am preparing it, per his instructions. I am already adorning the outfit of his choice. My collar and harness. With all of my secret places exposed for my Master. My collar is a simple solid white gold band that locks in place with a key only he has. It reminds me daily who I belong to. That, in turn, comforts me. Safe in the knowledge that he owns me. My harness is made of a soft black leather. It encases my bosom tightly but still allows for my breasts to sway and jiggle when he smacks them to his hearts delight. It wraps softly around my waist, with two connecting ropes that line the inside of my nether lips and rub, ever so slightly, against my pleasure nodule as I walk. Loose enough to be pulled apart quite easily whenever the Master desires to take me.

As he scans the room initially, he notices The bed is set with anchor points in all the locations you instructed, you note that I paid attention to the placement and even laid out the tools I assume I have correctly predicted you would be utilizing that session, without being told. And I try to hide my pride as I notice the micro smile the Master let escape from his lips as he evaluates my preparation with admiration.

God, I love being yours. Your perfect smile that lights up the room when you grace me with it. The arms that hold me, and have the power to both subdue and comfort me at the same time. Strong and gentle but firm in the same breath. When you look me in the eyes, I know, I am lost without you. now is not that time, however ... Now I am to be ready for you.

I have soft (yet very strong) cuffs on my ankles and wrists with several connection points to make restraining me an easy and adjustable adventure at any given time. Tonight, Is a special night. The Master has told me that I will be serving many of his friends, as he is having a party. From what I can tell, he plans to suspend me from all four corners of the suspension stand in the room. There is a thick weight bearing stand that rests under my lower back and waist to support the bulk of my weight, while leaving all of my holes available for whomever the Master gives permission to use me. There is a collection of floggers and striking devices along the back wall that the Master alone uses on me. No one else is allowed to paint on his canvas. As he is the only one who knows my limits, but he will not hesitate to use them on me if I am not serving to the best of my ability and pleasing his friends and therefore pleasing the Master. And he may use them simply for his pleasure ... It gives me such pride that the Master wants to display me and share me with the important people in his life.

I am blindfolded and suspended from the apparatus as I envisioned. Though, rather than face up, as I pictured in my mind, the Master has me suspended lower to the ground and face down. With the support beam under my pelvis, and rope that he braided into my hair connected high on the apparatus to keep my head up and mouth available at waist level. I linger here, in this suspended state for what feels like an eternity in the darkness ... listening to footsteps coming closer, and then fading away, but not being able to see a thing. I must have given my attentiveness to my surroundings away when I turned my head to the sound of chains rattling in the nearby distance ... and then ... to my surprise, someone is putting a pair of noise cancelling headphones over my ears and I am utterly helpless. Alone in the dark with just my thoughts and the anticipation of what’s to come.

Again, I wait for what feels like forever. Until I feel a hand ... a finger, really, ... tracing the lines of my body from the soft crevasses of my clavicle down the lines of my abdomen, to the tickle spot in the crease where my hips meet my thigh. The hand pauses and for a moment, I feel nothing. A brisk pat on my lower lips sends me slightly reeling out of shock. And then I am aware of more hands on my body. More hands than I can fathom in the moment. My senses on overload from the sensory deprivation I’m already experiencing.

The hands disperse. I wiggle in my restraints, unsure of what is to come ... when I am startled by a long series of light flickers from a short flogger. I can feel my ass cheeks warming. I hope the Master is pleased. Hands return, I feel them poking and prodding at the tiny red marks the Master has left behind. A brave soul or two insert a finger to reveal how embarrassingly wet these gentle lashings have made me. I still cannot hear anything in the room around me ... but someone must have commented on the state of me because more and more fingers explore and poke at the slip and slide between my legs. I can feel others suckling on my breasts as they dangle below me. Below my blindfold I can feel soft skin brushing against my face and lips. And a strange cock pushes its way into my mouth. Knowing the Master was watching me carefully, I open my mouth obediently and begin to take this new member as graciously as I can. Rolling my tongue over it as it slides in and out of me rhythmically.