Event Horizon
                                                                                                     © BlackTux


It was a small rug, an island in the hardwood floor sea, but it suited Shirley just fine. She sat languidly upon it, knees pulled up under her chin, arms wrapped around her long legs, back arched. She rocked back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm.
    He sat in the over- stuffed armchair. Slouched down, his long legs propped on the ottoman, he regarded Shirley carefully. Finally, Shirley decided it was up to her to break the lingering silence.
    "So," she paused, "What do you think?"
He was silent for a moment before shifting in the chair.
    "Do you think you are really ready?"
Shirley stopped rocking. The question forced her to drag her feelings from her gut to her head and examine them. She had made the argument to herself often in the dark of night.  Now faced with putting words to her feelings she was stuck.
    "Well", she thought a second "Why not?" He straightened in his seat.
    "Why not?', Why not!, you're taking an awful Cavalier attitude about it."
Shirley shifted her legs to the side and rested on her outstretched hand.
    "It seems to me like a natural evolution of the relationship, don't you think?'
Shirley tried to give the conversation a relaxed air, but her stomach churned with nervous excitement.
   "Why is anything the way it is." he spoke to the ceiling, "Why do firemen wear red suspenders and drive around with white spotted dogs?"
  "Well, to hold up their pants and because the first paid fire department was located in Dalmatian in 1635 on the border of Sardinia." Shirley blinked impressed with her own knowledge.
   "Better then the sardine as a mascot I suppose.", he paused before continuing.
   "Things can come to the surface that otherwise wouldn't", he lectured, "Not all of them would be pretty, not all of them especially attractive to the relationship."
He settled back in the chair, he waited, hoping she saw reason. Shirley let a small smile come to her lips before giving her hair a flirts toss.
   "What are you afraid of revealing hmmmmmmmmm?"
    Mark set his lips in a grim line and made a knot of his fingers in his lap. Shirley leaned back, she knew him well. This was his unconscious signal that his patience was wearing thin. Shirley held her breath remembering the time she was tied over a saddle rack. The riding crop slashed her hips again and again while Shirley cried, begged and swore. When he finally stopped it was only to force a ball- gag between her lips and roughly buckle it behind her head. She wept bitter tears behind her rubber gag as he whipped her to his satisfaction. Shirley thought it best to avoid a repeat. She slowly moved herself onto all fours as she held eye contact with her Master. Like a cat she moved across the floor to where he sat and ran her hand up his leg to his thigh.
   "It's only Wednesday", she said breathy letting her gaze switch from his eyes to his crotch and back again, "We won't start until Friday night, maybe I'll change my mind."
He drew a sharp breath as she felt his leg stiffen, a small smile played about his lips.
   "It might be fun to call you slave all the time, give you no choices, no limits."
Shirley affected an exaggerated pout,
    "You'd call me slave?"
    "Sure, how many will be here anyway, like you'll wonder who I'm talking to."
    "Well", she continued, "It seems you could find something more imaginative."
    "Sheesh, so now I have to be imaginative in what I call you?' he thumped his feet onto the wooden floor. "Look at The-Cat-In-The-Hat, he calls his subs Little-Cat-One and Little-Cat-Two."
   "They're his subs?", she asked thoughtfully, "I thought they were just his assistants?"
   "No they're his subs, just look at em, they're little, obviously female, and they do whatever they're told."
    "Is he spanking and fucking them?"
    "Absolutely", he lectured, "But it's really not his style."
   "Uh huh", Shirley thought a minute, "And if he got another she would be Little-Cat-Three?"
    "Stands to reason." He replied matter-of-factly.
    "And if Little-Cat-One died would Little-Cat-Two become Little-Cat-One, and Little-Cat-Three become Little-Cat-Two?"
    "I didn't even know Little-Cat-One had been sick.", he sniffed.
    "You know what I mean."
    "Yeah, I do, he climbed out of the chair, "Which is why this conversation is over, Come to me Friday, ask to be my slave from Friday until midnight Sunday, and remember", He lowered his face to hers', "You'll be mine, jumping in the rushing river is easy, it ain't so easy to get out.

Shirley stood as straight and as still as she could. The nipples clamps whose chain was linked to the wooden gate of the stall pulled mercilessly when she moved. The black rubber bit gag tasted awful and she couldn't help but drool, the head harness chaffed the bridge of her nose. Her head was up and slightly back as the wide leather locking collar that encircled her neck held her fast. Arm binders were something new to Shirley. Her Master had sent them to her a long time back but she had basically forgotten about them. Now the single strap tightly circled her chest just below her breasts. From the metal ring between her breasts two other nylon straps, one over each shoulder then twinned her arms out straight before securing her wrists together behind her back. A rope pulled her wrists back toward the rear of the stall pinning her between the chain of her clamps and the back wall. A spreader bar held her ankles wide apart as he feet struggled for balance on the straw floor. The harness that her Master had used to punish her from afar now held a dildo in her dripping pussy while a plug whose size made Shirley's eyes widen when he opened it impaled her ass. Lines ran from the rings at the side of her head harness to the sides of the stall. She was effectively cross- tied and helpless. It was early still on Saturday, a slight chill hung in the air in the barn as evidenced by the steam rising from his coffee. He lay back on a bale of hay, one foot propped on the bale and resting on his elbow as he watched her almost without interest.

The night before Shirley crawled to his feet and begged to be his slave. He ran over the ground rules like an umpire explaining the field to the managers before a game. No limits, no choices, no safe signs, just complete loss of control. Shirley nodded her head as he ticked off each point, she trusted him, she agreed to his terms. She spent Friday night much like she had spent many nights before. Naked she cuddled next to him as they watched a movie. While he lay in bed reading she was beside the bed on the floor in the Presentation Position. On her knees and elbows, spread wide, her sex offered to him. When he at last invited her to bed she sprang under the covers running her hand up his chest as his arms cradled her. It was a rule she always had to be touching him in bed, it was a rule she never broke. She loved the feeling of his warm skin against hers, his fingers as they ran down her back to caress her bottom. His kisses never failed to inflame her passions and their lovemaking was both tender and intense. As she lay in his arms, her back resting against his chest, arms holding her fast to him her bottom pressed into his crotch she enjoyed the after shocks of her orgasms. As she began to drift off to sleep he whispered in her ear.
    "First thing in the morning slave."

Shirley shifted uncomfortably. Mark walked around her as if she were a horse, ducking under lines that held her in place. He ran a hand over her flank, gripped her harness in his fingers and gave it a few short tugs, driving both dildo and plug deeper into her holes. He sipped his coffee after satisfied she was suitably tethered. He looked deep into her eyes but she made every effort not to reveal her longings for him. Mark flicked the rope to her clamps with his finger sending a vibration through them making her wince. Her tortured nipples were beginning to feel numb and Shirley dreaded their being removed and the flood of pain that awaited her. She could see beyond the stall where a saddle rack stood. She knew she would spend some time over it, or tied length wise upon it. A leather paddle, crop, flogger, whip and wicked looking switch lay near- by. Shirley expected a long hard session with each one of those toys.

Shirley stood tethered for forty- minutes when her heart froze. The buzzer that alerted her that someone was coming through her gate sounded. She shot a glance to Mark who seemed unconcerned.
   "I think we have company," He remarked casually as he stood in the door of the barn. Shirley was panicked. She had cleared her schedule, told people she would be away even. She hoped Mark would handle it whatever it was and send them away. He walked out the door and left Shirley alone, she thought her heart would burst out of her chest. She wished she could turn her head to see what was going on wishing he would return and tell  her he had gotten rid of them. Shirley could hear footsteps coming across the wood chips that lay on the floor of the barn. Suddenly, someone jumped up onto the bottom rail of the stall and leaned in. Shirley was stunned, it was not her Master.
    "What do you know, ha ha ha woooo!, The female voice let out a shriek. Shirley was nearly faint, there was no where to hide. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw Mark standing at the gate of the stall looking at her. Shirley's face burned with shame, worst of all, she had asked for it. The girl continued to laugh.
    "Are you kidding me?", she climbed over the top rail and into the stall where the girl
could get a good look at her for the first time. It was Alicia, the Vet assistant from the horse Vet at the track. She was young and attractive and Shirley always thought a bit of a bitch, apparently, the feeling was mutual. Alicia stood in front of Shirley, she was a shorter girl, her Irish setter red hair hung in ringlets past her shoulder framing her young face. A red shirt showed her full breasts unbuttoned three full buttons with tight jeans and cowboy boots completing her ensemble.
   "I gotta say Shirley," the girl folded her arms across her breasts, "You have never looked better." A wide smile with perfect teeth finished her sentence.
    "She's called slave, she doesn't have a name.", she heard her Master correct. Suddenly, Shirley hated the very word.
    "Slave", Alicia snickered, "Seems appropriate." she began a slow walk around Shirley as she stood tethered in the stall. Shirley stood still as she could as she sobbed, her eyes screwed shut. She could feel the girls hand on the dildo, tapping it lightly into her.
    "I bet you love this don't you cunt?', she whispered in Shirley's ear, "I would never let you have this much fun." Shirley racked her brain, what had she ever done to make this girl want to hurt her this way, she couldn't imagine.
    "When are you going to beat her?", Alicia called from behind Shirley out to her Master.
    "You wanna do her?", he asked almost bored.
    "Nooooo," the girl said in a low tone, "I wanna watch her face while she gets it."
Mark undid the rope that held the nipple clamps to the gate and let it drop, the weight dragged painfully on Shirley's clamped nipples. Mark came into the stall and undid one ankle of the spreader bar, attaching a length of chain to one ankle cuff. He repeated the process on her other ankle, undid the lines that held her to the stall and led her out with a leash he attached to her collar. Walking was difficult as the ankle chains dragged straw across the barn floor. Her joints were stiff and moving made the harness and the dildos move in her crotch. Alicia sat on a bale of hay watching Shirley.
   "She looks good for an old fat girl." she said in an off handed way. Mark led Shirley to one end of the saddle rack by her leash. He undid the belt of her harness and pulled it roughly off  her. The dildo in her pussy began to drop as she attempted to hold it inside. Mark grasped the end and roughly pulled it out with a loud sucking sound that made Shirley cringe and Alicia giggle. Mark removed the arm binder and with a yank on the leash had Shirley lay lengthwise on the hard wood of the rack. The ankle chains made I impossible for Shirley to straddle the horse, while her wrists were tied to each front leg. With a wide belt went around her waist and under the rack while another went around her knees and was pulled tight. The act of pulling her knees together around the rack made Shirley open up behind shamefully wide.
  "Can you take the gag out?" Alicia asked, "I wanna hear her squeal." Mark removed the rubber bit from her making Shirley exercise her jaw. The butt plug protruded obscenely from her tight hole as Alicia walked around behind the tied slave.
    "This plug is great.", she remarked, "Paddle her and she'll get butt- fucked at the same time." she added with a giggle. Alicia took up her place at Shirley's head. She sat cross legged on a hay bale, a smirking smile on her lips. Shirley could hear Mark moving behind her, she had seen him take the leather paddle with "SLAVE" riveted on one side and waited expectantly for what she knew would be very painful. The first swat felt like a baseball bat landing on her bottom, simultaneously driving the plug deeper into her tight hole. Shirley grimaced knowing she could not escape. A sharp outlet of breath followed the second swat. The smirk remained on Alicia'a red lips. her Master soon went to the flogger, followed by the crop, each one played havoc on Shirley's naked. skin. The effect on Alicia was almost as dramatic. She began to fidget, the move about exageratedly, finally stroking her neck and breasts. As the switch began to cut her bottom Alicia stood suddenly.
   "Wait!", she called holding up a hand in the stop mode. She took Shirley's face in her hands and looked deep into her eyes. She undid her belt and peeled her tight jeans to her knees. Shirley could smell the mixture of her sweat and musk.
    "Kiss it cunt", she stepped closer to Shirley, who closed her eyes and kissed her trimmed pussy.
    "Mmmm the girl moaned and closed her eyes. She removed her jeans and panty's revealing a pert and perfect body. She walked around Shirley running the flat of her hand over her whipped flesh finally returning to the head of the rack. She turned and bent pulling her bottom apart.
    "Lick bitch and get it all." She looked back over her shoulder as she backed to Shirley's face. The tied girl drove her tongue into her wet slit tasting her juices. Shirley lapped enthusiastically tasting all of her. All at once she felt her Master behind her, gripping her whipped hips entering her. Shirley was caught with her pussy and ass filled and her mouth entertaining Alicia. After a short while, she lost track of her orgasms.

Shirley stood quietly in the loft. Saturday had become early Sunday morning. Her hair while tied behind her in a pony tail clung to her head soaked in persipration. Shirleys'wrists were tied apart on a metal bar slightly above her shoulder height. The leather ankle cuffs were tethered off to posts at either side of her, Her bottom protruded, covered with welts it buzzed like a nest of hornets surrounded her. Her Master stood between her arms kissing her deeply as his hands wandered over her skin. She was wet with sweat and orgasm. She smelled like sex. As her Master touched her Shirley could feel herself pushing her sex back invitingly. She could not remeber how many times she had been taken this day but she wanted more.
    "Mmmmmm", he cupped her breasts in his hands", "How was your trip into the black hole of slavery?"
    "Delicious." she breathed tossing her head, "But I hope it's not over."
    "Not hardly," he pinched her sensative nipples, "People think that light is sucked into a black hole like a vacuum cleaner, but actually", he slid a hand over her welted backside,"        '    'It spirals around and around like water in a drain until it passes too close, that's called the Event Horizon and in it goes."
       Shirley reached for him with her lips, ached to hold him with the arms that were tied above her head. She was freshly flogged.  He had used it from her shoulders to the back of her knees, on her breasts, belly and thighs. Shirley's skin tingled like it was electrified. She leaned close to his ear.
    "How soon before I disappear inside?"      
Her  Master kissed her deeply while gripping her wet slit in his free hand.
    "You already have slave, you already have."



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