A haze of agony…and arousal

Hanging helpless in the darkness, you're not sure whether you sleep or not. The pain from your welts and bruises, your bonds, your twisted shoulders, your bladder and your tortured toes gradually meld into one throbbing ache encompassing your whole body. The only way you can tell the passing of time is that you slowly adjust to your new position, stretching until the balls of your feet begin to support some of your weight. Throughout it all, your sex, unable to release the pressure that has built up, torments you with frustration to add to your pain.

At some point, you dream or imagine your mistress standing over you. She looks incredibly sexy in a shiny leather dominatrix outfit—not at all something she would actually wear—and tuts, calling you a naughty girl. Later, she's wearing a wedding dress and tells you she's decided to move in with Fuckholes and leave you at the resort for good, since you're so much happier here. When she promises to take good care of the Rulebook, you jerk in surprise and the sudden pang in your shoulders makes you struggle to remain silent and not disturb the couple in the bed.

Noticing the dawn light coming in the window, you think you must have been asleep for that last part, unless you're becoming delirious from the pain. Your torment continues until the sun's rays waken the sleeping lovers. They share a warm kiss and then with a slap on the bum, he orders her to make him a coffee. She jumps to obey and while she's busy at the machine, he stretches, gets out of bed and walks over to stand on the stool in front of you and let you suck his morning erection. Although you can't see his submissive from this angle, you could swear you can feel her glaring at you with envy.

Thankfully, he doesn't finish in your mouth. When his girl brings the mug of coffee, she drops to her knees and he lets her finish the job, moaning in pleasure as she swallows her creamy reward.

"Looks like she's on the balls of her feet again," he observes, handing his half-drunk coffee to his ****. He walks over to the rope holding you up and you can't help giving a sob, thinking he means to shorten the rope again. You scream in agony as he lifts you up to the ceiling again to unhook the loop, but instead of dropping you again, he lowers you to the ground, considerably more gently than he did his lover last night.

You cry with relief when the weight finally comes off your shoulders. They would surely have dislocated if the bondage had gone on much longer. He tells his **** to straighten you up and finishes his drink while she helps you to stand, your feet strangely aching more now than when you were standing on the spike strips. She unties your wrists and then waits for her master to put down his mug and stand in front of you, reaching round to hold your hands, before releasing the elbow strap.

He immediately pulls your arms forwards and you shriek in agony at the sudden change. He grins into your face for a moment, drinking in your suffering with delight, then he abruptly drops your hands and says you can go.

"Thank your mistress for me and tell her you were a good girl and I was very happy with you."

"Thank-you, sir," you sob in reply. "I'm glad I was able to please you."

You attempt a curtsey and the ginger girl holds the door for you to leave. She continues to look daggers at you when you pass, as though you were trying to seduce her man. You're so discombobulated on your way back to your room that you have to look at the signs again to find the right corridor. When you wipe your eyes to see better, your hand comes away stained with black streaks, reminding you of the unaccustomed make up you were wearing. You must look a fright and you're glad that, despite hearing voices, you don't meet anyone as you hobble back to your mistress.

Diana opens the door herself when you knock and gasps at the sight of you, spinning you round to check you over.

"You look like you've been in the wars!" She, on the other hand, looks amazing, well rested and positively glowing with health and happiness. You dare say you know her well fucked face as well as anyone.

"Yes mistress. The gentleman asked me to thank you for sending me and tell you I was a good girl and he was very happy with me."

"Oh, so I shouldn't punish you for anything, then?"

"If it pleases you, mistress," you reply, eyes submissively downcast.

"Come in. Fuckholes was amazing last night. It was like you'd been giving her tips! Anyway, I think she deserves a reward, so make her cum and then you can tell me everything that happened."

The middle eastern woman is lying naked on the rumpled bed, looking very pleased with herself, although you're pretty sure she's not had an orgasm yet. You crawl between her legs and get to work, while your mistress sits on the end of the bed behind you and starts stroking your sex. It's the last thing you need and you buck your hips against her fingers like a needy slut as the pressure inside you builds still more.

Fuckholes' pudenda are quite different from your girlfriend or the **** from last night, but you don't get to savour the experience for long, because she cums all over your face almost as soon as you start licking. You continue to pleasure her until she's completely spent, the bedclothes even more soaked than when you arrived. You wish you could add to the moisture, but the glue is still holding.

"Thank-you, miss Diana," Fuckholes pants, gazing adoringly at your girlfriend; neither of them acknowledge that you were the one who actually gave her the orgasm.

"Okay, bathroom," Diana instructs, giving you a slap on the rump that reminds you of the one the master gave his **** when ordering her to make his coffee. You're finally able to empty your bursting bladder while you apprise your mistress of what you've endured since you last saw each other. You have no concerns over the whipping and bondage, but you do glance over anxiously when describing how you were used for sex. She doesn't seem unhappy, though. In fact, the nipples poking through her sheer dressing gown suggest it's turning her on.

The prospect of some sexy times is appealing, but it ends up taking longer than you expected to clean up for breakfast (your face really is a mess), so the shower is a lot less fun than yesterday. When you're ready (no make up this time, thank goodness), Diana sends Fuckholes on ahead to call the lift while she has a word with you.

"How are you finding the holiday really, Jenna?"

"It's wonderful, thank-you, mistress."

"Drop the mistress for a bit."

"Yes, mi-my love. Honestly, it's perfect. If you're enjoying it too, that is!"

Her smile is enough to tell you that she is.

"Good girl," she replies, tweaking your nipple gently. "I hope you know this means I'm going to be extra strict with you from now on."

"Yes, mistress!" You wouldn't have it any other way.

You have the lift to yourselves and make the journey in silence. Fuckholes is again carrying the bag, so you can concentrate on the various discomforts in your body. The ache in your shoulders is still pretty bad and your welts and bruises are approaching the most painful day after stage, but nothing you've not experienced before. When you washed your feet, you saw they still had indentations from the spikes and you can definitely feel them standing up, but it's the incessant arousal in your crotch that is the hardest to ignore. That and the fact that you're utterly exhausted after little or no sleep.

You can sit where you like for breakfast, although only your mistress actually sits. You and Fuckholes eat standing at the table and other submissives are either doing the same, sitting at their tables or kneeling on the floor like you did last night. Because breakfast is self service and spread over a couple of hours, the place is less packed than at dinner and you manage to get a table to yourselves. Also, there's no entertainment.

Diana opts for the included continental breakfast and obviously you and Fuckholes follow suit. Thankfully no vegan **** porridge for you today. Three male subs are standing near (but not too near) the trolley with the cereals, masturbating. A master has his **** hold her bowl of cornflakes under the fattest one's dick and he speeds up to shoot his load over her meal. She thanks him and turns away, letting you see a large brand seared into her right cheek. There's no way she'll be able to cover that with make up when she leaves the hotel.

The masturbator's mistress orders him to get hard again and he furiously pumps his purple, oversensitive dick, until he's back on the edge. A few minutes later, a male **** is made to get a semen topping on his banana and then an older female dominant covers a slice of hot buttered toast with the ejaculate from the youngest of the three men. To your surprise, instead of feeding it to her own male sub, she bites into the toast herself, looking her **** in the eye as she does so. You realize she's cuckolding him publicly by eating a stranger's cum. His tiny cock twitches with shame and arousal.

The first proper meal you've had in ages is delightful, but you can feel your eyelids drooping, until you jerk awake when your mistress stands up. You realize Fuckholes has cleared the table without you noticing and you're ready to leave.