Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade56.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Julia's Begging, Part Seven


                            More from Julia


     I  lay  there  suspended  in the air, juice streaming from my hole
into  the can below and shreds of nylon stockings hanging from my legs.
I  know  it  sounds  nearly  unbelievable,  but  I began having another
orgasm  even before Master began using the cane on me.  But as powerful
as  the  orgasms  were  they still did not begin to satisfy this aching
that  I  felt in my cunt.  As the waves of passion swept over me in the
orgasms  that  I  experienced  that afternoon I felt an emptiness in my
hole  which,  if  it could have been filled, would have taken me higher
than I have ever been before.
     As  Master approached me with the cane I began grunting, trying to
beg  for something to fill me, but unable to form the words, due to the
pain  and  the  passion  interspersed  within  me.  I grunted the word,
"cock",  over  and  over,  but  was aware that it was too garbled to be
understood.
     Master  began  at  my  feet  again,  hitting me with the cane with
short,  swift  strokes  that  set  my skin on fire.  This time he moved
quickly  up  my  body  and I began to long for it on my nipples, but he
never  touched  me  there and moved quickly back down to my legs again.
Up  and  down  my  body  he  moved, caning me, using me, making me more
submissive  than  I  ever  believed  that I could be.  The orgasms were
coming  almost continuously now, sweeping over me one after another.  I
needed  something  in  my  hole so much, and I tried to move both of my
hands  to my belly to touch myself there, but was too weak to even move
my fingers.
     The  cane  was  moving  up  my  legs  once  again,  and I suddenly
realized  that  perhaps  he  would  use  it  on  my  cunt!   I trembled
violently  with  that  realization,  filled  with  fear,  but even more
tremendously  with a need to feel that very thing.  He was striking the
insides  of  my  thighs  now  and moving higher and higher.  I couldn't
make  the  words  come,  but in my mind I was screaming at him: Higher!
Pleaaaaaaaaase  Master!!!  Cane my slut cunt, Master!!! Hit my pussy!!!
Beat  my  fuck  hole!!!   Hurt your slut, Master!!!  Whip my my hungry,
empty, cock-loving, juice dripping hole!!!!! Now!!!!
     When  the  thin  cane did in fact strike my cunt it hit both of my
cunt  lips,  my  clit,  and my asshole all at once.  My body was filled
with  a jolt of pain and pleasure that made me go rigid with such force
that,  as  Master later told me, it knocked the cane from his hand.  He
retrieved  it  quickly  and  swung  it  immediately  at  my cunt again,
continuing  to  strike me there over and over as spasms wracked by body
and as one long scream escaped my lips.
     I  passed  out then and hours later when I finally came to I found
myself  still  suspended  from  the rings in the basement room.  Master
had  waited patiently for me in the leather chair, and when he saw that
I  had  awakened,  gently  took  me down from by spread-eagled position
above  the  floor  and lay me on the mattress.  My body ached with pain
from  the  whippings  and beatings, but there was a calm and a sense of
fulfilment  that  I  hardly  know  how to describe that accompanied the
pain and which made it totally acceptable to me.
     He  lay  beside me on the mattress, holding my hand and telling me
how  precious I was to him and how much he loved me as he allowed me to
recover  from  the  ordeal  which  I had experienced.  After quite some
time  he  asked  me to sit, and I struggled to a sitting position, very
much  aware  of the pain that I still felt in my ass-cheeks and even in
the lips of my cunt.
     Reaching  beside  him on the floor, Master took the coffee can and
showed  it to me.  It was full to the brim with cunt juice that had run
from my pussy while I had been suspended in the rings.
     "There  was  more,  Julia.   The  can  overflowed  and  your juice
streamed  out  onto  the  carpet.   Look  at the stain where it spilled
out."
     I  looked over to the spot where the can had been placed and saw a
dark  stain  on  the  carpet which was approximately three feet wide in
one  direction  and  at  least two feet wide in the other direction.  I
shuddered at the submissiveness that such a sight indicated.
     "It  took  more than just the discipline to create the opportunity
for  such an out-pouring of fuck, Julia.  Every experience that you had
today  was planned to bring us to this very moment.  It was no accident
that  you  "ran  into"  Pat  in  the  grocery store.  I had told her to
expect  you and had told her what to do when she saw you.  Jeff did not
just  call  on  his  own, but called at my request, and was prompted to
say  exactly  what  he  said  to  you.   Enrico came to you just at the
moment  that  I  had  instructed him to, and fed you his fuck just as I
had  asked  him to do.  Pat rang the doorbell and fisted you, just as I
had  planned  for  her to do.  As my slave slut you are entitled to the
most  erotic  encounters  that any woman could ever hope to experience,
and  it  is  a  joy  for  me to provide them for you.  Drink the juice,
Julia."
     Shaking  my  head  slowly in amazement, I turned the coffee can up
carefully  and  drank  my  own  fuck juice as I stared into my Master's
eyes.   It  took  a long time to drink it all, but in spite of the fact
that  it  is embarrassing for me to admit it, I loved every drop of it,
and  can  only hope that my Master will allow me to drink it again very
soon.  Perhaps I will suggest that he get a bigger can.
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