He's the most stimulating man I've had the pleasure of meeting because his tough, ‘Dirty Harry’ good looks and demeanor turns me on so much. And it has since I met him at a local group meeting five months ago, where he immediately D/s-ed me by running his fingers up my spine, "Perfect posture, you look better that way" he said softly. My body responded instinctively by sitting straighter.

In the beginning we spent a great deal of time talking on the phone between play weekends, covering issues such as, "Have you ever taken a drug like Prozac?" or "Do you have any physical problems?" But, interspersed with the business aspects of connecting perv-to-perv, we talked, laughed, and got to know each other's needs and morals. Establishing that he is a heavy player who gets off on inflicting erotic pain forced me to look at whether I wanted to go more deeply into this aspect of the lifestyle. Oh I do, I do.

I grew to trust his experience. I learned to love the way he always seemed to know what information I needed to feel secure, and what answers I was searching for when I bombarded him with questions. He never tired of my ideas, although he'd not necessarily DO them when I wanted, or expected it. Every new bottom has a flurry of ideas, however it's up to the Top to decide when; He’s the guide.

He says, "Don't worry, it’ll all happen to you."

* * *

I dropped my bags at the foyer and walked to where he was seated on the couch, grinning as I straddled his lap.

"Hello Mark, long time no see." Yeah, like a whole week.

I was already addicted to Mark's play style, and anticipation was driving me bonkers. He enjoys being a 'facilitator,' in essence controlling my experience. This takes tremendous faith on my part because I never know what he's going to do to me. Surprise has always been a big part of our relationship, so much so that I call him my "Great Adventure." Thank God I trust him.

I squirmed and wallowed in my juices during the short drive. When we arrived, the first floor dungeon lights were low and assisted with flickering candles so it took a few minutes for Mark's eyes to adjust. We usually prefer to play in brighter atmospheres, because he's got bad night vision. So, I served him from the varied "munchie" buffet then sat observing the crowd while he ate, giving him time to acclimate.

I scanned the usual gamut of characters: Leash-holding Masters with their slaves, Gothic women, Vampire, Fetish, and what appeared to be 'vanilla' folks. I've learned from experience that the most vanilla looking couples can be the most perverse. This was apparently still true, as I watched them milling about the vendor tables amongst the floggers, canes and leather goods.

Intermittently, I'd hear the CRACK! of a single-tail, the POP! of a paddle on a pert bottom, or the exotic fizzing sound of a violet wand. With each staccato noise I whipped around to see who got it then fidgeted, eager to get started as a quick, hot flash shot up my belly. Mark quietly watched my responses, taking note of my excitement even while he chatted amiably with his friends. His voice was low, soft like the brush of his fingers. "Play it cool, Rose."

When he at last decided it was playtime, he motioned for me to take his plates and we ascended to the real action.

I was glad we'd taken time to let our eyes adjust because upstairs was worse. The light was moody with what seemed like hundreds of candles lining the hallway, and walls of the main dungeon. Inside, moans and thuds were coming from all corners as we weaved our way around the scenes, looking for a place to soak in the atmosphere we love so much. We found a great spot in the corner next to a large horizontal cage, and watched as Tops [literally] spanked bottoms on every available table, horse, and lap.

"Looks like a fun group tonight." Mark observed while I rubbed against him urgently, trying to capture his attention. I was more than ready to begin because I am patient as an observer for only so long before I start exhibiting 'frustration.' Yes, I know I have to work on this issue.

In the dark I could feel his eyes glowing at me. "Undress."

"Underwear too, Sir?"

"Leave your stockings and heels on."

So I wouldn't muss my 'Bettie Page' wig I pulled the black sheath dress carefully over my head then quickly stripped off the white camisole and tap pants, folding them neatly on top of the cage. Mark grasped my wrist and swung the cage door open, ordering me to enter. Breasts dangling, and heart pounding with expectation, I crawled in to join two women already inside and said "Hi!" while the door clanged shut behind me. It was all too weird; I was face to face with my fantasies.

One was an attractive redhead in a short black dress, the other a voluptuous brunette in nipple clamps, black garters, stockings and heels. The redhead seemed shy and just sat in the corner of the cage smiling tremulously, while the brunette practically prowled. My brunette cage-mate was on hands and knees displaying an incredibly smooth bottom that I reached out to touch automatically, then pulled back. I didn't want to offend a stranger.

"It's okay baby… I want to touch you too."

The women on either side of me had healthy tans, and I'm incandescent white. Mark says it was an impressive sight with me sandwiched between them, because many of the men and women outside the cage stopped to sit on their haunches and watch us, while Mark leaned against it proudly observing the attention we got.

The cat-like brunette was fascinated by my breasts and caressed them while I reached through the bars, straining to ravish Mark's calves, thighs and 'elsewhere.' He teased me by easing down his zipper without unbuttoning his pants, then stood close to the bars for my seeking hands. There are few sounds as sexy as unzipping jeans. He stepped away again and again just before I got to my goal, so I turned with hot frustration to my brunette cage-mate, while the redhead silently observed the frenzy.

She and I had a great time assaulting each other's buttocks, breasts, nipples and thighs for nearly a half-hour. We stopped breathlessly short of a sexual scene when Mark opened the cage door and ordered me to crawl out, sending me straight into the arms of my friends, Gra and Jam.

* * *

He always watches my body for signs of distress and pleasure while he is working me. He watches the curling of my toes when I am feeling good. He feeds me water from a sports bottle when my mouth is dry. He caresses me when he feels I need a touch. And when he sees I've been "used up," he stops and holds me while I float in bottom-bliss, murmuring, "It's okay, I've got you."

He controls my mind too. He hasn't brainwashed me, but I know he's concerned with my mental state as well as physical, because if I'm "tripping" on a bad day it changes the connection we feel. On a bad day I can be totally unmoved by play and that's not at all what we desire in the short time we have on weekends, so he provides an outlet for feelings and issues should I need it. He tells me if I need help with a problem, he'll work it out. He's proven to be a man of his word otherwise his offer wouldn't impress me, although I don't need it - - I'm in a healthy place right now.

* * *

My cuddlesome friends encircled me in greeting, and then I was positioned next to Jam at the red padded spanking horse. Cast over it side by side, we got reacquainted with each other. The first strike of Gra's crop caught her by surprise because she was so engrossed in the languorous sensuality women create with each other. I whispered encouragements in her ear. Caressed and kissed her while she reacted. I expected my blow, yet quickly rose to my tippy-toes with the sting of it. She followed me up still nibbling at my neck. Gra increased the tempo, spreading each burst evenly on our cheeks, gaining rhythm, and then changing it when we started to anticipate the next one. Harder, and harder he worked us while we stimulated each other, our rosy cheeks becoming accustomed to one level of pain, and the next.

My extremities tingled and I felt a pressure in my groin that matched the throbbing of my heart. I could feel coiled energy unfold at the base of my spine as we climbed each degree of exhilaration, then… he brandished his wooden paddle. I breathed into Jam's ear passionate things; nasty things to get her as aroused as me. When she took the first stroke of the paddle I held her shoulders, "Yes, you can take it, I know you can." My buttocks started to burn. I wasn't connected to time and space while engrossed in those sensations. Then I heard a familiar voice and my heart leapt.

"I'm back, did you miss me?"

I turned my head to see Mark smirking behind me, swinging his heaviest flogger; and they took turns on our now crimson and spongy bums. One stroke of the paddle was followed immediately by a hard stroke of the flogger, again and again. I no longer saw the audience we had garnered. I pinched, and licked Jam's breasts while the Doms took turns on our backsides. I spiraled higher in ecstasy, but I wanted to save the pinnacle for Mark. Even though it was hard to stop, I couldn't allow us to go any further than just teasing one another.

Every time an unusually hard stroke landed on my bottom, I shook it off like a wet animal. When a cool hand touched my burning buns, I fell apart, undulating and sobbing under it. Once the desired level of energy had been reached, I was removed from beside Jam - - leaving her alone for Gra to finish while I was shanghaied to the hanging cage.

"Rose, do you need water?"

"Please."

Mark fed me water until I nodded, then turned me to face two of his friends standing next to the cage, ready to assist.

One steadied the cage, while the other steadied me - - until I could stand in it. Once again a door clanged shut behind me. Because of the scene with Jam, I was still floaty and shaky. I tried to concentrate on measuring my breaths because I knew this would be intense, and I wanted it to last.

"Put your hands behind you."

All thoughts of self-control were stifled when he cuffed me to the cage and one of the Tops placed a blindfold over my eyes. In darkness I heard Mark give quick orders. I couldn't hear specifics, but one word came through clearly: Electric.

In the cage, swinging gently, I waited for several minutes during which nothing happened. Suffering with pleasure, I could imagine him standing off to the side, studying me.

"Jim watch her." His footsteps led away.

When I whiffed his cologne again, I smiled and turned my head towards where I thought he would be. Every cell in my body pounded with excitement and my sex clenched without being touched.

Then I heard his resonant voice say, "I'm back, did you miss me?"

"Oh yes."

He chuckled in response, "Paul has something for you, do you want it?"

"Yes please."

Paul sounded unsure, "Mark are you sure it's okay? Perhaps we should discuss it with her."

"Go ahead, it's okay. Rose, spread your legs."

A portion of me objected to the mystery, but I was so titillated I accommodated him by propping my knee on the cage sideways, leaving my genitalia exposed and the heat wafting into the cool air.

Cold, hard plastic touched my mons directly over where the lips meet and the tip of my gold barbell peeks out. "Let me know when to back off." My sex spasmed with the first tingle; and I lost track of reality. Someone behind me slowly pushed a lubed butt plug in me just as the tingling grew more intense. The whatever-the-hell-it-was oscillated in heady waves of stimulation. Electricity surged again, and again, growing stronger until I cried out and it kept pace with my rising Kundalini. The current picked up by my barbell created contractions similar to small orgasms. My breathing was ragged and my stomach clenched. Handcuffs rattled against bars as I grappled with rising passion. Urgency was obvious with every movement of mine in the confined space.

"Mark please… please!"

"Yes, go ahead Rose." I convulsed violently, held upright only by the cage.

When I caught my breath I weakly begged Paul to take it off. "Please… my blindfold… I…"

I wanted to see Mark's face. He was several feet away leaning against a table watching, smiling. I knew he was pleased.

When they removed me from the cage my knees gave way, and they helped ease me to the carpet. I remained folded there until I caught my breath.