“Now Gwen we are going to prepair you for the trial.” Gwen
wondered what they ment but she was getting more engrossed with
the feeling of the BEN WA balls slowly sinking deeper into her
pussy. “Stay still we don’t want to cut you.” Then Betty brought
out a razor and shaving cream. “Now what?” wondered Gwen and she
soon found out. Betty began to spread cream all over Gwen’s pussy
hair. Soon Gwen was shaved clean. “Now to keep those balls in
you”, Betty said as she taped Gwen’s cunt lips closed. In the
meantime Sue was busy at the sink in the other room. Soon she
came out with a large pail and an enema bag. “Now for your
trial”, and Sue moved closer.

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Later that night Betty came into Gwen’s room. “Well my dear
Gwen, Sue said that I was to make you feel at home” and saying
this began to slowly remove Gwen’s nightgown. Gwen was a little
startled but soon relaxed. but then came the rope….

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This was not what I had expected. I had suspected that I was to be asked to
participate in a scene, but had not anticipated that I would be require to
define it. In my mind the scene had not stopped at the point where it did and
had instead continued. After the removal of her undergarments the girl had
remained standing and I approched. Gently I placed my hands under the hem of her
skirt and raised it, touching her in intimate places. The girl remained
impassive as before. Then I left.

For half an hour we followed a beaten path, then decided to enter
into the thick of the forest. We went on for some minutes: at a
certain point it was as if we were passing the threshold of an
enchanted realm, and time was no more. The ground was crowded with
fallen branches, rocks covered with musk, stones of different shapes
and dimensions, tall grasses. A beautiful raven, black as the
deepest night, was following us from the beginning of the morning
and stopped himself to rest on the tallest branch of a tree nearby.
Squirrels were playing. There was an exquisite fragrance of wet
earth and mint plants. For a long time we remained silent.

At last my Master told me: “I think that this is the right place.
The trees are dense enough, and there’s a good supply of the kind
of wood I was looking for”. The wood around us was a mixed forest,
partly made of conifers and partly of oaks and birches. I was
dressed in a wool sweater, a pair of orange shorts, and heavy
shoes. At my neck I wore a silver collar with very big turquoises.
In my earlobes there were eight small golden earrings and two large
ones of silver and turquoise. They were so heavy that were slowly
stretching my holes. Over his jeans Alex wore a very big belt, with
an heavy engraved buckle.

The voice of my beloved was deep and beautiful: “Slave, come here.”
Immediately I did so. “Look at that tree.” said my Lord, pointing
to an old, lovely pine, with a big trunk covered with resin. I
swallowed.
He took my left hand and led me in front of the tree. “Bind your
hair, slave.” – he ordered. I obeyed. My hair, cut very short three
years ago, is now of shoulder length. “Take down your shorts and
panties.” My Master said. I performed. “And now, darling, embrace
the trunk.” For a moment, only for a moment, I hesitated.

My Lord slapped me with the back of his ringed hand. I fell on the
ground. “Useless slave, do I have to repeat my orders now before
you deign obey them?” I was weeping; my Lord’s hand had been even
heavier than usual. He was wearing his heavy family onyx ring,
engraved with the signet of his grandfather.

Painfully I stood up and embraced the trunk. “You disobeyed me.”
His voice was hard. “Forgive me, Master… please, I didn’t want
to disobey you, I didn’t mean to, really…” “You were slow, you
hesitated… don’t you know who is the Master here?” My eyes were
full of tears. “Please, my Lord, punish me, but don’t be angry! I
was slow and stupid, but I never wanted to disobey you…”

Alex answered: “I’m not angry; you are luck that for this time you
don’t see me in that state.” Now my face was in contact with the
trunk of the pine. I couldn’t see my Master, but I clearly heard
the sound of branchlets being broken; then, after a while, his
beloved steel voice: “I will beat you with these six birch-rods.
Do you have any question?” I asked, with trembling voice: How many
strokes will I receive, my Lord?” He answered: “It depends. I want
to break these rods on your buttocks. When all six are broken your
birching will be finished.” “Master” – I said as sweetly as possible -
“Yes, slave?” “Please – I repeated, because I was feeling really
repentant – hit me bloody, but don’t be angry. I’ll never hesitate
again, never”. My Lord said, with unexpected sweetness: “My dear,
as I told you before, I’m not angry. I love you, darling, you are
the slave that I’ve always dreamed of. Now, listen to my orders.
During this beating you will not be bound, but it’s better for you
to remain embraced to the tree. If you change position, I’ll hit
you harder. Is it clear?” “Yes, my Master”. Then he continued:
“You can cry as much as you want, of course, only animals will hear
you. I love you, Laylah.”
The raven on the tree nearby was laughing.
My Lord began my birching.
A fire different from any other I had experienced exploded in my
buttocks. I cried: “Lord, please, forgive me.” Another painful
stroke and: “I forgive you, slave.” He kissed me, then continued
my beating. I cried and cried and cried. Again the raven mocked
me with his verse.
My Master went on for a long time, while I tried with all my strength
to maintain the position he had commanded me. At the end I couldn’t
stay still anymore, and, exhausted, I moved, half collapsing on
the ground. The strokes now arrived on my shoulders. “Please, my
Lord – I begged – Please, give me some moments to regain position…”
His voice was liquid iron: “No, darling, no mercy. I will go on
without interruptions. If you want you can say red or yellow, but
if I don’t heard a safeword, I will continue.”
One stroke reached my flanks. At last I was again in position and
the target became again my bottom. I was mad with pain; but just
when I was thinking: “No pleasure, this time” a huge wave of
ecstasy wrapped me and rocked, lulled me in its tender arms. I was
again dissolving in that well known ocean… thank you, my Goddess…

After a time I perceived as interminable, he stopped and told me:
“The birch rods are all broken, now come on my knees.” He was sitting
on a large stone. I bent myself on his thighs, and waited. “Now
I’ll spank you, honey, and you will feel a lot of pleasure.” I was
in so deep a trance that I remained silent. He began spanking me.
“You are really an eyeful – my Lord told me – Your buttocks are
all bruised, and the marks are of many colours, blue, red, violet…
In two points where the branchlets hit with knots there are a few
drops of blood, but they are few indeed. I’m proud of my handywork.”

He spanked me very well, slowly, hotly, with a good rhythm. The
pain on a flesh so punished was hard, but there was also, as Alex
had said, an intense pleasure. I was feeling high with endorphins
and begged: “Please, green, Master …harder, my Master…” He
laughed, happily: “You wonderful slut of a slave!” In a few moments
I came – a wonderful, sweet, musked orgasm. My Lord embraced me
and cuddled me for a while. We were silent, for long, calm, serene
moments.
Then he advised me: “Darling, you happened to fall down the path
and bruise your face, didn’t you?” “Huh?… What, Master?” “Honey -
he told with sweetness – the mark of my ring… we must find an
excuse of some kind…”
“Oh, my Lord – I answered – why must it be this way? I’m so proud
of your marks! I dream a world in which men and women of every
kind, taste and opinion can be free to act without repressions…
my Goddess, a world of love, freedom and tolerance…” Alex answered,
solemn and simple at the same time: “I understand you very well.
I also am very proud of the marks that my beloved Lady impressed
on my body… but this world, exactly as it is in this moment, is
THE PURE EARTH – all is perfect, you must only Wake up, and live…”
“I’m Awake, my sweet Lord, and I LIVE…”
We began the way of return. Our friend the raven was still watching,
mocking and following us. “Brother Raven – I said to him – friend
of Wotan, grimes wrasen, this morning I didn’t give up my eye for
wisdom, but in this little ordeal I’ve gained love, a DEEPER love.
Thank you for having mocked me, as it was fit. Thank you for having
being present.” The bird cawed to us, then prepared himself to fly
away. “Blessed be!” I cried to him. Then I followed my Master
towards the beaten path.