Querida, Querida, Querida,
my dearest and most beautiful,
delightful friend,
You, for whom i whine and pine,
whose name is forever on my lips,
and whose vision is forever in my eyes,
You to whom i willingly give the entirety of my being
without expectation of return,
only the hope that You are happy and well,

i love You.

Dear Heart


i lie on Your exam table. Legs in stirrups, tethered with ankle straps. Arms at my sides, cuffed to the table at wrists and shoulders. I raise my head to see you standing between my feet; whip in hand you are flaying my pussy. I writhe, as much with pleasure as with pain.


To me, your whip is the messiah of love. And so i lie, hungrily accepting all of the love you offer.


As You periodically do, You pause to step forward to touch my pussy, to stroke my lips, to part them with Your fingers; to increase the pleasure / pain of my comfort.


i feel Your finger enter me, pushing and pulling, then another, and after a while even another. That feels good, but it feels better when Your little finger goes in too. I feel my vagina opening wider to accommodate You, giving me the feeling of fullness.


You are pushing in and out, slowly reaching deeper and deeper. The knuckles of Your fingers ripple against my flesh as you rotate your hand, as you ever so slowly push, push. You wiggle your fingertips and it brings an indescribable tickle. The pussy in my mind is soaked and yearning.


i feel your fingernails lightly scraping my walls. But i want You. You fold in your thumb and press deeper. The feeling of fullness... i am completely focused inside me.


i reach down to touch your hand, your wrist, to feel you sliding further inside me. In some way the inside becomes the outside. The womb of creation becomes the creation; i feel the universe pulse and expand. You are within it, you envelope it.


You close Your fist and i feel Your fingernails scraping my walls, the edges of the universe. You straighten Your fingers, and the pushing continues.


Your nails rend the edges of my universe, and push steadily through into uncharted territory. This feeling is very strange. i look down at my stomach and see the lump of Your fist wandering through my organs. Moving toward my neck.


Then i feel You grasp it: my heart. You tug. You pull. i feel it give way; you are pulling it out. i watch transfixed as an even bigger lump makes its way under my skin moving down my stomach. Then You pull it back into my womb, i feel it beating inside me like some orgasming penis, but with a more quiet regularity.


i feel You shift your grip as you begin to pull it free. i guess i am in shock; somehow You manage to pull it until my heart is birthed into the daylight. Like a complex umbilical, veins and arteries lead back inside me. And the beat goes on.


You display it for me as if it were a newborn. Then you present it to my lips as if it were the handle of one of your whips. With downcast eyes i obediently kiss it, blessing it and You.


Then i open my mouth and take the largest possible bite out of it. Blood spurts as my teeth rip through the muscle and meet, leaving me with a mouthful of briefly still pulsing flesh.


I try to get another bite but you quickly whisk it to Your own parted lips , teeth gleaming as you sink them into my heart and take a bite for Yourself.


The world begins to grow dim. With my last breath i whisper, "Thank You, Mistress."

I am sad.

I am lonely.

I am rejected.

I am released.

She likes it.


I miss her.

She gives me nothing.

She is a sadist.

She is killing me.

She likes it.


I miss her more than anyone else does.

I care for her more than anyone else does.

I love her more than anyone else does.

She can hurt me more than anyone else.

She likes it.


I have given my heart to her.

More deeply than a brand in skin

She has marked my soul

with the fire of passion

never to be diminished,

fanned by her words,

fueled by her absence,

She is killing me.

She likes it.


She loves me.

?

Memories

Part 1

Memories... can burn so brightly.

But the dungeon was very dark. i had been wheeled into the room alone, my chair hardly bumping as it crossed the threshold. Mistress presided from the high backed black chair surrounded by candles, gorgeous in white leather with stunningly high lucite heels that tap tapped on the floor when she approached me. everyone else padded silently barefoot. And naked, except for me. But that condition would only be momentary. Mistress asked me to rise, which i did by pulling myself up on a chain dangling from the ceiling. i was stripped per Mistress's orders that were punctuated by her hissing and percussive crop as it cracked me to heightened attention. Then i was ordered to sit facing the wall as the next was walked in, and i listened to them get stripped and awakened.

Then began the inspections. slut listened to Mistress approach behind me as Keya and Leticha appeared beside me. Each took a hand and rubbed and massaged it, then worked their way up my arms. It felt so wonderful and relaxing. Mistress kept talking, directing their actions, and asking me if what they were doing was OK with me. i was not really evaluating the questions; anything Mistress wanted of me She could have. Then Leticha began massaging my neck, i love that, when Keya slipped a hood over my head. It became totally dark as they deftly fastened the straps in place and buckled me in.

Then they continued their inspection: My breasts, pinched, slapped and bitten, then my nipples were pinched VERY hard and twisted and pulled; i recognized Mistress' touch. i also noticed the wetness spreading between my thighs. Oh my god, touch me there... But with studied slowness their hands moved over my ribs, my tummy, my wide pelvic bones and then, finally, i was ordered to open my legs as fingers danced over my mons, pressed on my clit, and slid over my pussy. i remained silent, but in my head i was screaming "Put your fingers in me. i need that. Please.."

To no avail... Then i was seated, pulled by the wrists and rolled away. My hands were extended in front of me. Mistress asked if i would like to bend forward and as i did i recognized the shape and touch of the leather covered whipping horse. My hands were pulled forward until i rose up and was stretched over it lengthwise. Cuffs were affixed to my wrists and clipped to the horse. Similarly my ankle. A wide strap circled my stump and the leg of the horse. i was secured four ways. i could be unconscious and not slide off. Hands slipped under me and felt my wet, wet cunt. My ass, sticking out behind, soon felt the strike of the crop, again and again. Simultaneously with the strokes i felt my breasts being stung smartly. Rubber bands... it had to be Leticha and Keya. they were agonizingly accurate, snapping into my rock hard and, no doubt, Querida red nipples. i tried to remain silent, but began moaning with each stroke. The rubber bands stopped, but the crop continued. Then i was no longer aware of whether i was moaning or silent, there was only the crop and my ass, they became one.

Then, without a word, everything stopped. Except the throbbing of my ass, still in time with the discontinued strokes.

i heard Mistress click click away and turn Her attention to someone else. i listened to her questioning and ordering the touching, the hooding, the excitement... I began undulating my hips, trying to rub my clit against the stand.

Then i heard Mistress approaching, and her voice, "Are you wet, My slut? Keya, would you check that slut is adequately lubricated?" i felt Keya's slender fingers pass over my pussy, and just for an instant slide her finger slightly inside my folds, which caused me to jerk.

"Oh, yes, Mistress, slut is as wet as a waterfall."

"Good," said Mistress. "Open her for display."

slut felt a hand on each of her ass cheeks, and hands on each side of her pussy, fingers digging her open, stretching her lips apart, fingers sliding around in her juices, teasing. slut flexed her muscles and felt her cunt gaping opened and closed.

"Would slut like something to put inside there?" Mistress asked. i nodded my head. And then i felt the handle iof Mistress' crop sliding up and down me. And then i felt the other end of the crop strike my cunt with great force! Talk about jumping, slut nearly came right out of her skin.

"Very good slut, I see you are still alert," Mistress commented. Then slut heard her walk away.

Left alone with her stinging, dripping pussy, slut reflected on her name. slut used to have a name, but no more. Now slut is simply Querida's slut. Querida has a car; it is Querida's car. Querida has a toothbrush; it is Querida''s toothbrush. Querida has a slut; it is Querida's slut.

In a way it simplifies things for Querida's slut. slut remembers falling in love with Mistress, slut fell hard for Her and was certain that Mistress felt the same way. slut worshiped Mistress, and gave herself to Mistress, pledged herself to Mistress, and surrendered to her.

Momentarily slut considered her ego, and decided that slut no longer had one. Is a name the same as an ego? slut didn't know, but thought she didn't need an ego. slut's only desire was to serve, obey, please, and satisfy Mistress. slut thought those things were about abandoning ego.

Part 2

Then slut heard Mistress approach, and slut felt Mistress' feather light touch teasing her pussy, Up and down and round and round. And then slut felt pressure, smooth and bulbous, it paused at her entrance, and pushed slowly. Then slut heard the woosh of a whip, and while it did not land on her, it landed somewhere, and suddenly her cunt was full of dick. And it WAS dick, a living cock. Then another woosh, and the cock slammed into her again. Over and over. The rhythm became erratic, a long pause, then plunge. it felt good to slut. slut felt wetter and loved the cock. Then the whip flew faster, the dick came faster and faster, and slut began to feel very good. The cock was throbbing and pulsing. Then the pace became frenzied. Slut was certain the cock was about to cum. Slut could cum too, so easily, but slut never came without Mistress' permission of course, and Mistress hadn't offered it.

Then the cock came inside her; whipping and pounding, and jerking, and plunging, and slut heard cock's mouth crying out, and in the darkness of her hood slut had to bite her lip very hard and think of Mistress and her beauty and rewards to keep from cumming, But she managed to restrain herself. Mistress' training was deeply ingrained.

Then cock slipped out of her and she heard Mistress briefly walking away, and then slut heard the double clicks of the cage and imagined cock was locked inside. Then slut heard Mistress approach and felt the buckles on her hood being opened. The hood slipped off.

Even in the dim light of the dungeon slut's eyes needed to adjust. She could focus on Leticha and Keya sitting on the floor, leaning against the cage. Their legs were spread, their "middle"legs crossed each other's, and one of their arms crossed to open the other's pussy for display. slut liked seeing that, her body was still thrumming with sexual excitement.

Then Mistress clicked into view. Standing before slut she slowly removed Her thong. slut was enthralled simply to be near Mistress, this vision was totally captivating. Mistress slowly balled up Her thong and approached slut, then She pressed the thong into slut's mouth. slut smelled and tasted Mistress; slut nearly swooned. Mistress pushed some errant hairs from sluts face and caressed her. When mistress offered Her hand, slut gently kissed it, even with her mouth full.

Mistress straddled the horse, Her pussy inches from slut's face, and removed the panties from slut's mouth, then rubbed them on Her pussy. slut's mouth watered as Mistress inched closer and closer to slut's face, and finally allowed slut's tongue to reach out and touch Her. slut licked, and Mistress came closer, until slut's mouth was securely docked on Her pussy. Mistress called slut's sisters to release slut's hands, and immediately slut pulled Mistress even closer. slut tried to pace herself, teasing Her folds, pressing her nose and lip on Her clit, slowly licking more deeply, focusing her tongue on Her clit, pushing it, sucking it.

Then slut felt the stroke of a flogger on her ass. she peeked up and saw Mistress with a flogger in each hand, beginning the double swirling motion that slut soon felt crossing one ass cheek and then the other. slut had no choice but to lick, suck, and kiss in time with the whips. slut didn't mind, her happiest times were being whipped and pleasing Mistress at the same time. slut could perceive both the rhythm and intensity of the ministrations which Mistress desired. Mistress was whipping slut fast and hard. slut was able to peek up again and see a contented smile hidden in Mistress' face. Perhaps the enigmatic smile of the Mona Lisa was due to someone nibbling her nether parts.

slut pushed her tongue in deeply and flicked the tip and down, slowly, then faster and faster. She rolled her tongue into a straw, than flattened it wide and painted broad strokes. Then in and out. Then focused on licking Her clit as she slid her finger into Mistress' cunt. Slowly in, then moving it. Sliding in a second finger. Mistress began pushing onto slut's fingers, and slut pushed back. slut lost herself in the sweetness of her Mistress, she was not anxious for the experience to end, but Mistress' sighs intensified and her hands pulled slut closer and closer. slut managed to again peek up at Mistress.

Mistress is stunningly beautiful on any given day, but when She is cumming Her beauty transcends; She becomes even more wondrous, and She fills the area with heavenly presence. Yet Her floggers never stop. They reflect the speed and intensity of the spasms that rack Her body, and soon were bringing slut along with Her. slut always loved serving Mistress, but in these circumstances slut was overwhelmingly happy to be allowed to participate. slut cried out that she was about to cum, and Mistress said, "Yes, cum now slut. cum now! cum with me!" and slut began to cum too, hard and fast and spectacular. And slowly, with many more licks, the cuming subsided.

Part 3

Mistress dismounted and caressed slut's face. slut grasped Her arms and tried to pull Her closer for a kiss but Mistress resisted. slut, long known for not being the slipperiest condom in the box, and having been told by Mistress many times that she did not know when to shut-up, suddenly heard herself quipping, "Is that all You got?" and as suddenly slut regretted it. Mistress shook out of slut's grasp. She gently lifted slut's chin, and slapped her hard across the face. Then She clipped slut's wrists to the horse and clicked out of sight.

Moments later slut felt soft caresses on her ass, still stinging from the crop. she felt the trickle of lube coursing down her crack, and then felt fingers sliding from the top of her crack all the way to her clit, dragging through her cunt lips, then back up smearing lube liberally. Then Mistress clicked a short distance away.

slut heard it first; The swish-swish of a single tail moving back and forth, getting closer, gauging the distance in the darkness. The tiny hairs on slut's ass felt it first, and then the tip of the cracker began brushing slut's ass. Then it stopped. Mistress called out, "Do you still want more?"

slut answered, "Please Mistress. Yes, Mistress."

The whip whistled through the air and snapped on slut's left cheek. slut moaned; she was certain skin had been snapped away. Then again! Again! slut cried out.

Mistress asked, "Have you yet learned to keep your mouth shut?"

"Yes, Mistress! i have learned, Mistress!"

The whip flew and snicked on her ass again. slut cried out.

"Apparently you haven't slut!"

Snick!

slut whimpered, but did not cry out. Mistress said, "That's better!"

snick! snick!

slut was certain her butt was bleeding, but she did not cry out. she was biting her lip so hard it was probably bleeding too, but she was silent.

snick! snick! snick! snick!

Then a particularly viscous POP! slut was sure several layers of skin came off, and slut cried, "Oh, Mistress!

"Have you learned?"

"Yes, Mistress, Yes!"

The whipping stopped.

Mistress clicked up behind slut. "Oh, your ass is red. What color red is it, slut?"

slut knew the answer should be Querida-red, but instead she blurted "Blood red!"

Mistress picked u a bottle from a nearby table and said, "I see... Well, we mustn't let that go untreated." With that she splashed alcohol over slut's ass. Slut again thought she was coming out of her skin. After a minute slut thought to herself, "Mistress can be harsh! Learn to keep your mouth shut, slut!"

Then she felt a bulbus head pressing into her cunt again. Just as she was relaxing it pulled back and plunged into her ass. That hurt. Then it moved in and out. No gentleness, no warm up, just pain. slut, through her tears, heard Mistress smile.

"MMMmmm, do you like that, slut?"

This time, maybe for the first time, slut thought carefully before answering, "Yes Mistress, more please."

Mistress' phallus, deep in her ass, was very large. Mistress began moving it again. Slowly, almost all the way out, then driven home as hard and fast as the laws of physics allowed. slut moaned. then again. and again. slut felt as if she were being slit open. and yet, it began to feel good to slut. her moans of pain became moans of passion. Mistress continued pounding into her ass; slut hated it, Mistress loved it, and slut loved it too.

slut could tell Mistress was working the strap on against her clit, and suspected She would cum soon. Mistress has such intense drive... And she fucked slut and fucked slut until slut could no longer focus her eyes. slut was almost delirious, and still the phallus slammed into her. slut felt a gigantic orgasm approaching and told Mistress, but Mistress denied her and told her to wait. Mistress seemed to be enjoying this, and slut tried to give her a good ride. When they were in sync they really clicked, even when slut was being dense. Punishing slut seemed to fire things up. Soon Mistrss was gasping and told slut to cum. It was instant; slut, once permitted, came like stampeding horses. Mistress can have this effect on those she fucks. Mistress' power is amazing.

After coming down, slut's sisters helped slut off the horse and into her chair. Mistress asked slut to have a breakfast ready for her in half an hour. As slut wheeled off she heard Mistress order cock to be removed from the cage and secured face down over the edge...