Well All Right

Well all right so I've been foolish

Well all right let the people know

About the dreams and wishes you wish

When at night when the lights are low

There are things Master enjoys that mouse doesn't. Don't want to yuck anyone's yum, but mouse hates being urinated on. Sure, some might say it's a special gift from their Master and they're more than excited to anytime anywhere, yet mouse finds the idea nothing less than revolting. Now, let's also be clear if Master wants mouse to drink his piss, she's going to do it. It's simply not a preference she has. He knows it and at times it just tickles him to do anyway. Another thing sometimes Master will do is deprive mouse of her senses. Using a hood rather like the one pictured above mouse is essentially deaf, dumb, and without sight. The only thing she can smell is plastic and leather, so even the sense of smell is diminished. 

The other day, since Master's been around a little more, while the house empty of humans, he felt it was good time to play a little. He placed the mask on the bed. Mentally mouse thought, "oh hell no!" the slap for hesitating brought her back. While she was fixating on the mask, he had told her to undress. The riding crop in his hand swished through the air and connected with mouse's thigh. Then she began moving to undress, while he continued to whip her forcing her into a dance for His pleasure. He put a gag into her mouth, which made her whimper a little bit as he fitted the tight mask over her face, making sure the ears were covered properly. Then he tested it, by hitting her breasts and rear with the crop. Luke Skywalker she is not, with the blast shield down she couldn't see a damn thing. 

Now, several things run through her mind when he's done this in the past. What if something happens? You cannot communicate in any meaningful way. So the first thing mouse tries to slow her breathing, and keep calm, of course him hitting various body parts doesn't really help much with that. Of course, she knows on some level there are ways to remove it. There's a buckle in the back that she could get off, and surprisingly she can breathe fine through her nose. The wrists are bound in front of her, but she can tell he's using rope and knows there's a part she could pull to easily remove it. He leads her to bed. Quiet, mouse tries to hear but the only sound is blood rushing through the veins. 

Bound to the bed, it feels soft under her, but her legs are splayed painfully wide, and her arms are extended up over her head. Panic begins to fill her, tugging at the ropes and feels completely at his mercy. There's the sensation of the nipple rings being toyed with and the bite of a clamp. In the gag mouse screams. Then she feels something digging into her like she's being filleted open. More panic then suddenly there's this strange calm. In her head, she's resolved that there's nothing she can do. The only thing she can smell is leather and plastic. The only taste is plastic and her own drool that she can't control. The searing pain to her clit brings her back to reality, but not for very long. Soon the blows to her cunt are just accepted and her arms go somewhat slack. The screaming into the gag stops, turning to whimpers that she can really only hear inside her head. 

Then she feels her arms being released. His cock inside her, his weight on her causing different panic for some reason, feeling more differently restricted. He rarely anymore uses mouse that way, usually it's been from behind. So the one time he actually does, she's hooded. He's a devil that way.  

Then she feels him lifting her head, and removing the terrible hood. The daylight feels bright as he removes the gag but she still can't make sounds. Mentally the experience is draining for her. Shivering from cold she hadn't felt before or noticed, Master wrapped us both up in the blanket, his body touching her own felt soothing. Later, we did get up but only because we had to and mouse let out a gasp when she saw her body in the mirror. Bruises, whip marks and welts covered much of it. To her it looked beautiful. It's been years since she was marked this way.   

The only thing mouse could think to say was, "oh thank you Master."

Hours later, the pain settled and only hurt when she moved or sat, or walked, or moved without thinking, which way would hurt less? It was a good hurt though, a very good hurt. Much later Master remarked that he would always much rather beat mouse for his pleasure than for punishment. For once, mouse didn't dwell on her inadequacies in that regard, but instead took the words as he said them without adding her own slanted interpretation of what he might have meant. Slowly, mouse is learning. When Master inserted the plug into her bottom all the thoughts she might have had, flew away like a bird taking flight. The buoyancy created an inertia within and around her that lifted her. More tearfully this time, she thanked him and truly meant every word.