I was sore when I awoke. My breasts ached. My pussy just plain hurt. The night chain had not been used last night. I arose and staggered to the shower. The warm water felt good upon my back. There was still a faint trace of the lash upon my firm thighs and calves. The water colliding with the flesh of my breasts hurt. There were only very slight pin spot. The hatpins had left a small round bruise. I lathered them gently. My pussy just plain hurt from the pummeling of the horse ride. and the piercing too! I stepped out and patted my body dry. I stood in front of the mirror for several long minutes inspecting and admiring.

I looked good, sexy, no; I looked great. I liked the shiny chain that swayed from the firm protruding nipples. The red of the navel jewel flashed in the light of the room. And as I turned about the labia ring clinked together. My pussy was smooth glistening in the light. A reflection of light sparkle off of the rings between my legs. I like the picture before me. But I did hurt.

"Yeah, girl!" I complimented myself out loud.

I found myself relieved at the prospect of the day off. The dungeons seemed to wear long. But then I kind of like all the sucking, fucking, and intense sexual sensations I found there too. It was just a bit over whelming at the same time.

Carefully I dressed for breakfast. I was considerable more tender than I had been since the first day I arrived. I sat gingerly, quietly, and ate.

The Doctor was next. He took his time examining me. And his exam of the labia rings was more than borderline finger banging. I flushed warm at his examination. I was embarrassed by the moisture I knew he sensed. He continued until I had a small discrete orgasm.

"You'll need to keep these piercings very clean for the next several weeks. Was every time you visit the kennel and after every shift."

"Yes, Master." I carefully replaced my things and left to get a Bud. I had changed a lot in the passed week.



Dan too was getting the feel for things. One day on, one day off. He did not expect too much from the computer screen tonight. But then he could at least SEE his wife. He missed her very much. She did not seem any worse for wear. She looked happy as she played with her Lab in the yard. They mated. Dan smiled and closed the computer for the evening.



Today was dungeon day. I felt a sense of dread. Even though it was fun, it was always much more than I really wanted. Kind of like a cup of ice cream v. two gallons of ice cream. That kind of too much! I cleaned up, shaved my twat smooth, and diddled my labia rings. A smile curled along my lips. The rings were not as sore as they were yesterday.

I dressed and went to breakfast. The Doc gave me a clean bill of health. I felt alive today! It was fun to play with Bud. He was learning the commands quiet well. I was just enjoying myself. Lunch and more time with Bud. Then it was time for the dungeon.

I was to be in the whips, ropes, and chains. Well, now, that could only be a tough as the pins and needles, right? As it turned out it was no where near a difficult. It was almost easy. I am fairly flexibility still. So the ropes and bindings really only stretched the limits of my flexibility. I was tied this way and that. One foot up, one foot down. My tits were lassoed and a rope pulled tightly through the crack in my bottom and up my twat. I was tied and hung by my tits. But too late, been there done that, so I knew I would survive.

I was fucked twice and had one Mistress sit upon my face until I satisfied her. Not been there nor done that. Though it was my first pussy it really wasn't that bad. and I was good. She was screaming with pleasure in only a minute or two. Then I bit her clit for fun! She yelped and returned the favor. Actually this was a fun night.

Then the whipping began. I hated the whips. For a week I had done everything anyone asked just to avoid the whips. They hurt! And I hated it! This was from a Mistress. She knew the female body! I was suspended upside down from the 'X' seats. She began with a short length of rubber tubing across my bottom. Gently but stinging lashes progressing down each thigh. My skin was a tingle with a stinging sensation. Next she began just below the knee lashing out more firmly towards my upper thigh. By the time she reached my tender twat she was approaching a full swing. Each lash brought a scream of agony. It no longer tingled of stinging. It stung in pain. Then there were two full swinging lashes directly across my pussy. I howled in pain, tears streaming down my face. She paused for a few minutes. I regained my composure. She returned from the lounge only to begin on the other thigh. I begged and pleaded. She cooed and laughed, and flogged my tender thighs. She left me hanging upside down after a full minute of pussy whipping. I sobbed until I could barely remain conscious.

Then she returned with a cream, salve, or lotion of some sort. She began to caress, oil, and massage the striped flesh. In a few minutes I was writhing in ecstasy to her tender touch. She retrieved a vibrating dildo and began to address my wanton pussy. She was gentle, methodic, tender. I came slowly to a very powerful orgasm. She was relentless. I came three times before she released me to an upright position. Then we kissed long and passionate while she fingered my twat. I cupped her tits and squeezed them through her leather halter-top. They were large, firm. She laid herself down on the bench and beseeched me to her pussy. I obliged. Her came almost violently. I was ecstatic at her pleasure. It was sad to see the night end.



Dan was a stone statue as he starred at the pictures for the day. He thumbed through the pics. He had seen the Lab so many times that he just scanned them through barely evening noticing them at all. He studied the knots that suspended her from the ceiling, chuckled at her standing on one foot. His dick nearly exploded as she was fucked the second time. He saved to his 'Special File' the one where she was hoisted from the ground by her tits.

He froze stone solid at the woman seated upon her face. He perused the whipping and saved a pussy lash or two. Then he stopped and stared at his wife's attention to this Mistress. His heart stopped cold as his trembling fingers barely fingered the keyboard. His dick exploded in his pants instantly merging reality and fantasy. He was embarrassed! SAVE! Save! Save. He was going nuts without her home!