A little while ago Master celebrated His birthday, i was really pushed to think of a gift i could surprise Him with, just as i was starting to panic i remembered a holiday home i'd seen on the internet a little while ago. Set in the middle of a nature area, it was perfect for a quiet weekend together, oh and its extensive sm attic was of course not to be scorned at :)

i had managed to keep it a secret from Master right up until we actually left (which had not been easy given i had to raid and pack a whole plethora of whips, paddles and other such fun stuffs without Him actually missing it) but when i told Him the direction He had to drive to it kinda gave it away (hmm maybe with the disappearance of all mandatory bedside whips, two big, very full, heavy, suitcases and two bags filled with tapas, wine, breakfast stuffs and pink champagne He might already have had a heads up...)

The house was perfect! A large living/dining area but more importantly a well stocked spacious attic, Master readily accepted His birthday gift and certainly put it to very good use in the days that followed. i remember feeling very nervous the first evening after we'd eaten and Master told me to go upstairs and kneel in front of the cross that was attached to the far wall and to wait for Him. However my excitement took over as i looked around me and wondered what was in store for me.

That had been so strange about packing to go, i'd had to make the choice of all the things to take, which meant choosing what i thought Master would possibly want to use on me which doesn't always exactly coincide with what i actually enjoy, ah that yes/no/yes/no feeling again...

Master seemed pleased with my choices and i believe that there is not much that He did not use on me that weekend, or any part of the furniture there that He did not try out. Our shared favorite was a whipping bench. Each time He had me mount it He fastened my ankles and wrists to hooks fastened either side of it, rendering me helpless with my ass freely accessible for Him to whip. At the end of the bench was a hole giving Him perfect access to my cunt to which He attached clamps with weights. my erratic movements caused by the strokes of the whip on my arse made the weights pull down more heavily. What i found very cool was that Master placed a full length mirror in front of me so i was constantly able to see Him.

i was thinking about that the other day actually, i can be turned on physically, but that is nothing compared to when i'm turned on mentally as well. i'm a masochist, i enjoy pain (to a certain extent) i'm a slut i enjoy sex (to no end) but its when i hear His voice, ordering me, teasing me, humiliating me; see the look on His face as He whips me, watch as He walks around me, planning His next stroke; feel the softness of His hands on my arse still burning from a fiery stroke with the cane, His soft kisses just before He takes my tits in His hands and squeezes so hard that it takes my breath away; that's what makes me so extremely turned on that i feel i could burst. But i digress...

Having the mirror in front of me i tried to anticipate each stroke but it was impossible as Master kept teasing me, lifting the whip or cane without actually letting it rain down on me as i expected and then suddenly giving me a quick hard lash just as i was not expecting it. He'd started out with me attached to the cross, which felt pretty good (so much so that Master is brewing up plans for a totally renovated bedroom) the stocks were a little large for me so i wasn't subjected to too much torture while fastened in them but He certainly made up for that when He had me cuffed and shackled in the swing. He removed my rings which i knew meant that He was planning on whipping my cunt. i felt totally helpless my legs spread wide, unable to twist away from lash after lash on my swollen cunt. The swelling wasn't helped by suction cups He attached here and there. By the time Master fucked me later that evening i was so sore when He thrust into me i didn't know whether to scream with pain or pleasure, i believe it was the later though :)

There was also a large cage which Master put me into, it was a strange feeling, sitting there behind the bars as He sat on the couch and watched me, subdued anticipation i think. Another addition for our new planned bedroom i'd say.

It would take for ever to describe all the happenings of the weekend, in and outside of the attic, so i'll leave with several photos that speak for themselves and to say that it took days before i could sit without feeling the extent of Master's birthday present.