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  New York City in the fall was truly magic. For all the concerts and cement in the city, there were plenty of chances to see the changing colors as well. The fall leaves on the trees in Central Park reminded me so much of home. I'd never been away from Mom or my home for this long before.

  School and my classes couldn't have been going any better. Mid-terms were right before Halloween. My grades had already been posted with my 4.0 remaining.

  Mel and I were closer than ever. She was the only family I had in the city since I unofficially adopted her. We spent almost all our time together. We even started hanging out with Joss and Tess and some of their friends. Constantly staying busy kept my head occupied, and Mel helped me stay centered.

  The times she wasn't there I was left with my own thoughts. The stranger from the club took dominance. The night of our encounter after I left the club, Sir visited me in my dreams and never fucking left!

  Every night a new fantasy starring Sir came to me. Waking up every morning with my fingers between my legs, Sirs name on my lips. His body so ingrained in mine I felt the heat from his skin lingering even though he wasn't there. It scared the shit out of me.

  When Mel came back to The Hole that night, I hadn't told her about Sir. When she asked how my night had went, I lied to her for the first time.

  I told her I only had one person that didn't know what he was doing. Believe it or not, I was so bored I fell asleep. Even though Mel was basically my sister, I couldn't tell her what happened.

  I wanted to keep what happened between us to myself as long as I could. With the amount of times he invaded my mind during the day was already hella hard to hide.

  Mel caught me twice and asked what was wrong. Thank God Thanksgiving was coming up, and I missed my Mom so I used that as my excuse. The guilt that ate me when Mel sent me a sympathetic smile, sucked.

  The week before the first weekend at the club, Mel gave me the details for November. Thanksgiving Feast, words describing exactly what it would be. Mel explained other equipment would be set up throughout the club where all the employees were going to be laid out as the Feast.

  It was the one time of the year the entire club resembled The Hole. Of course, Mel said we had to go shopping. The dress code for the occasion was different from before. Naked, but I had to wear a full latex mask covering my face.

  When Mel and I walked into her favorite shop for all things sexy and for the club, I was a little apprehensive. I'd never worn a full mask, and was slightly freaked out to wear it. Mel didn't notice, going straight to the leather and latex display and showing me their selection.

  I tried a few latex mask on at Mel's insistence. I hated how they felt on my face. Mel chose one that looked something like a gas mask. The glass over the eyes could twist going from clear to black-out. The mouth had a twist cap that opened and worked well with any toys. The only way to breath was to small holes in the nose of the mask.

  I started looking through the leather mask and one quickly caught my eye. It was gorgeous. Thiin black leather straps that hung from the corners and I tied it to my face. The front had a royal blue butterfly embroidered on a leather flap covering the face.

I got Mel to tie it on me while I saw what it looked like on. I didn't realize how big my smile was until Mel pointed it out.

  Mel and I started getting ready that first Friday afternoon same time as always. We both decided to skip the hair and dress up tonight. I didn't see the point with my face covered for the night.

  The entire ride to Sinful Delight my anxiety grew. Not the same as the other months. Worry about what I would have to do. No, tonight, my worries were all about Sir.

  Would I see him tonight? Would he even know who I was? Would he want to play with me again?

  If the answer to that last one was no, I had no idea how that would make me feel. Not anything I was willing to admit, anyway.

  Mel and I made it to the club fifteen minutes past four. There were a few people in the lobby, but not like last month. Mel made her usual strut up to Dukes desk to flirt with the big man. I gave him a gentle smile of apology for Mels behavior. Duke sent me a wink, then ignored Mel like always.

  We went through the doors, and I noticed the new equipment around the big room immediately. Mel looped her arm around mine and started pulling me toward the stairs. Making it to the locker room in moments.

  I felt this unusual need to be silent as soon as I walked through the door. Like Sir was going to come out of nowhere to give me his special brand of discipline. Even if I breathed too loud. I couldn't shake it.

  Mel and I were dressed in our masks and matching silk robes with the clubs logo on the left breast. We walked into the break room with our regular twenty minutes to spare. The bulletin board was free with the schedule placed in the center.

  Mel was marked for a Private Room again while my name was at the Spreader for the evening. The Spreader was the only piece of equipment that scared me. It reminded me so much of something from a Medieval torture chamber.

  "Damn, Mr. Boone must still be in town. He's the only one that ever requests for me for the night. I was hoping I'd be down here with you." Mel said with a childish pout.

  I felt the first genuine smile spread across my face today at Mels pouting face. She looked like a kid that just got told she couldn't have a piece of cake.

  "I'll be okay, Mel. I promise. I'll pull my imaginary big girl panties up and deal with it."

  Mel reaches up and pulled me into a hug, "I promise, Abs, you have nothing to worry about. Have I let you down yet?"

  Talk about a knife to the chest! Mel might have been completely honest with me since we met, but that didn't mean I had been. "No, you haven't. I trust you completely. You're the sister I never had Mel."

  "Same here, kid. I love you, Abbie Black. You're my sister and you'll never get rid of me," Mel sent me a wink then pulled me back. "Come on, it's almost time."

  She took my hand and lead me back to The Hole. When I laid eyes on the contraption I'd be strapped to all night, a shiver ran down my spine.

  I'd seen a few History Channel documentaries about the people who used this table to inflict pain on others in the past. Arms straight above the head tied at the wrist by rope from a spool you turn to tighten and stretch the arms past the point of pain. The legs on this particular table were moveable with the same pulley system mounted for each leg.

  When Mel and I stopped at the edge of the table she gave my hand a squeeze and a nod of encouragement. I climbed on the table then laid down on my back in position. Mel folded the flap of my mask down, sealing the edges where I couldn't see.

  Mel gave my shoulder a gentle pat then left, going to her room for the night. I felt myself start to shake when I couldn't feel her presence anymore. By the time the bell sounded, I couldn't sit still.

  It felt like the music was about to start any moment when the dungeon monitors finally came around to strap me down to the table. They tightened each rope till my arms and legs were completely off the table.

  Surprisingly there wasn't any pain, just a great deal of discomfort. I didn't get to test the limits on my restraints very well by the time the music came through the speakers.

  I focused straight away on the beat of the music trying to calm my racing heart. My mind wandered to the mysterious Sir like it has everyday. Imagining him walking through the door of The Hole. His face when he noticed me laid out. The first place he would start playing my body.

  When I felt a mouth close around my right nipple, I was still dreaming about Sir. It almost broke my concentration when I realized the mouth on my flesh wasn't his. Instead, I just imagined my fantasy with clearer detail.

  How his lips were velvety, hot, scorching their path along my skin. How his calloused fingers worked my clit better than me. His wicked words whispered along my skin turning me on as much as his actions.

  The person spread my legs and started working their mouth on my clit. Truthfully, the poor thing didn't get anywhere near the right spot. Teeth were pushing into my flesh, masking a saliva coated pair of lips into my skin while lapping at my core like a cat drinking its milk. If I wasn't thinking about Sir, I wouldn't be turned on right now!

  Fingers started pumping in and out of my core while lips kissed a trail up my stomach toward my breast. No bites of pain, stinging caress from a hand or a whip. Though I was wet, there was no way this person was going to get me off. Not with Sir in my head.

  I took pity on the poor person. When my fantasy finished playing out in my head, I tightened my walls of my pussy, faking my first orgasm. Shaking my head side to side to make it more believable. The person gave a deep chuckle taking their fingers from my core.

  The person gave me a kiss on my leather covered cheek, then left me alone. As soon as I felt him walk away I blew out a deep breath. I'm so screwed!

  When my dream ended and my body realized it wasn't Sir touching me, I wanted to get away from the hands. Even now, just thinking about someone else touching me has my nipples soft, and my core as dry as the desert.

  Just stop it, Abbie! Don't think about any of that now. Just feel in the moment and everything will be okay.

  I shoved my thoughts of Sir and what my body wants more of into a box in the darkest part of my mind and locked it. I turned all my focus over to the music coming from the speakers and the noises going on around me. The sultry jazz mixed with the sound of pleasure from the people around me made an awesome soundtrack.

  I'm not sure if it was just the person or my body knowing they weren't the one I wanted that had me so out of sorts. At least the other girls were finding pleasure. You could almost set a five second timer to the moans from their climaxes. I sat there listening to the erotic music for quite a while.

  Fingers caught me by surprise, running between my breast to circle my navel. Just the very tips of the fingers keeping the strokes very gentle. Backing up following the outside swell of one breast then the other.

  I couldn't feel anything else, not even their presence. Whoever it was must be keeping their body as far away from me as they could. The one glaring difference from the first person and now, my nipples were as hard as a rock. Goosebumps breaking out along my skin.

  The fingers went away, but not for long. One hand came back pinching my right nipple and twisting it, bringing it to a stiff point. A small pinch from a clamp came from my left breast. The jewelry had a thin chain that laid across my chest leading to another clamp for the opposite peak. When the second clip was attached, the hands moved to my legs, spreading them open as far as they would go.

  The rush of air between my now wet sex made me lose my breath. The fingers went around my clit and opening my core a few times using the same pattern as before. Then another clip was placed on my clit, connecting them all together.

  Once the clips were in place, the fingers pulled the chain right in the center of my stomach removing the slack in the chain. Pulling on my sensitive flesh.

  I bit my lip to stop from moaning. Chin still tight, it was laid back on my chest then they clipped something to it keeping the pull on the clips. My body was saying, "No way was anything happening tonight" just a moment ago, now it was on fire. An inferno sitting deep in my core getting ready to explode into flames.

  Once the chain was to their liking, the hands went away again. Moments later, they were back. A hint of vanilla following them in the air. One set of fingers started moving down my chest, around my belly button, and back up again the same as before. Just a lot slower than before.

  The heat from the touch hadn't started to dissipate when a drop of hot wax touched my skin. The fingertips felt like they were leaving a trail of tiny sparks along my skin. Then when the wax hit in their wake, it was a mini explosion. A little sting before the wax cooled and harden seconds later.

  Loop after loop, the slide of fingers then the wax on my chest and stomach till my breast and stomach were covered. I felt something at my side then air blowing on the wax hardening it more. The change from hot to cold on my charged skin had me shaking.

  My body was almost confused. Burning up and turned on, but the wax cooling my skin, tightening my skin. My breaths were coming in short pants anticipating what's next. It had taken forever to cover my top half and my kitty was feeling left out.

  The person must have stood back to admire their work, since they had finished my top half. When they came back they gave the chain a quick pull, then ran their fingers along my leg, stopping at my center. Then moving in the same pattern as before, covering my folds in my juices again.

  The tips of fingers making figure eight circles, but never getting close to the important bits. Then the other hand came up and pulled the hood of my clit back, holding my lips open exposing all. The wax fell down one side of my folds then the other. The hot trail leading all the way to my ass. Then two drops landed straight on my clit.

  I tried to arch my back, move my hips, anything to get away from the hot sting on my clit. I couldn't move an inch! The person bent over and blew on the wax.

  It felt like a shockwave blew right through me. Ice blowing on my stinging skin. My body was ready and hanging to a cliff. Ready to fall into an orgasm any moment.

  The stranger stepped away again. This time when they returned, they stopped at my stomach. I started to count the seconds in my head. After a moment of them standing there, nothing happened.

  I wanted to ask what they were going to do next, but something made me hold back. I'm not sure why, there are no rules about speaking during a scene here at the club, but my body wouldn't listen to me and talk.

  I opened my mouth several times and attempted to speak, but not a squeak came out. I wonder if it's because whoever was playing with my body hadn't spoken yet either, or something along those lines.

  If my counting was correct, five minutes went by with the person just standing beside me looking. My anxiety and arousal were raging inside me the longer I counted.

  Then, time seemed to stop when I felt the air move. The tip of a riding crop struck one of my clamped nipples. Then the other quickly after. I sucked in a big breath at the first shock of pleasure/pain and held it. Lighting bolts shot from my nipples to my clit traveling through the chain that connected them.

  Once the current finished traveling the length of the chain, I released my breath. Instantly the crop came down hard on my clit. My covered eyes squeezed tightly shut. I drew my lips between my teeth to stop from screaming.

  My head was thrown back making my chest arch up and my hips were pushed down trying to stop another stroke from landing on my clit. I cleared my mind and tried to bring my body back under control. My breathing started to even back out and my body started to uncurl.

  Once I was relaxed back on the table the crop started. Repeating the pattern from before. Each bite of the crop landing right after the other. One nipple, then the other, then right over the clamp attached to my clit before starting again. Over and over until I couldn't keep up.

  My legs and arms were shaking. My stomach fluttering with each wave of pleasure going through my body. My juices running from my core begging to be filled. My head was shaking no to remind me not to pass out, stay in this moment.

  My body couldn't take much more. My mind a jumbled mess of feelings and sensations from everywhere in my body. An overwhelming climax just out of my reach getting ready to take over my body, mind, then spirit.

  My chest was heaving with air I was pulling through my nose. The wax was gone after so many strikes. The air against the red skin was like a hands caress as well. Before I realized what the person was doing, the clips came off of my skin. Then the crop came down on each spot one last time.

  I lost my fight to stay quiet then and screamed. My climax rushing through like the blood to my abused body parts. Waves of pure ecstasy came from my fingertips down to my toes. All the muscles in my clit clamping down hard while my cum gushed out.

  While I'm coming down and catching my breath, I feel a sharp tip running through the wax on my stomach. Writing something, but I couldn't make it out in my jumbled haze. Once they were done, I felt a kiss on the edge of my mouth then they were gone.

  I felt confused and my brain was a mess when the music went off a moment later. When the attendants came and let me go, I pushed my mask up immediately to see what was on my chest.

  There in the middle of the wax were three words... Mine, My Sweet.

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