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pleased Him.
For myself, I needed no other, wanted no other.
    It would be impossible to describe
everything I learned while I was with Him. Or you would not have
the patience to listen to me. But the last time he came to me
before I was taken from him is poignant in my mind, perhaps because
I thought about it so much in the time following my removal from
His planet.
    I knew that other girls were instructed and
skilled in the art of bondage, often set to the task of preparing
each other, and especially new arrivals to the planet, using their
extensive knowledge of ropes and knots.
    He enjoyed trussing me up in all manner of
beautiful and stunning stages of confinement and I grew to love it
as much as he did, but never once did he have anyone work on me
other than himself. Nor did he teach me nor see that I was taught
the art so that I might apply it to another. He seemed to take
great pleasure in wrapping my body personally, setting each knot
purposefully and carefully, tightening the bonds to the point of
discomfort but just short of pain.
    Although his movements were gentle, the
results were not, but the soreness and distress were welcome,
cherished, my reward the contentment and approval that blazed in
his eyes as he bound me this way or that, clearly pleased at my
submission, my devotion, my giving of myself to him and whatever he
desired of me. I felt there could be no greater pleasure than for
him to look at me that way, knowing I completely and wholly
satisfied him. And despite the many carnal and erotic pleasures of
the flesh to which I have become accustomed, I still feel this to
be true.
    It was night and this time he had a long
length of strong Urconian silk, soft on the skin, but sticky,
bonding to flesh where applied. He had me stand before him and
proceeded to swathe my shoulders, chest and breasts in an intricate
pattern until my breasts jutted out, tightly bound, engorged,
flushed with blood, aching, my nipples erect, hard, painful, but I
knew better than to touch myself. He wrapped my arms then, behind
my back, from my upper arms to my wrists using a delicate spiral
intertwined with many fine, complex knots, sensuous but severe and
restrictive until I was helplessly immobile, the way he
preferred.
    Without warning, he raped my mouth with a
savage, sudden kiss, short and brutal, and then drew a blindfold
over my eyes, while I was still breathless from the sultry feel of
his mouth on mine, wanting more, always wanting more.
    “Stand in place,” he said, desiring to bind
me no further nor to restrain me in any other fashion.
    Such instructions were usually the most
challenging to adhere to. If I could be tied to a post or a cross
or hung from a ring or locked in a pillory, I could simply give in
to what was to come, but if I had to hold myself out freely for his
ministrations, without any crutch on which to rely, it became
considerably more difficult.
    He used his crop mercilessly on my bound
breasts until I threw my head back in an anguished ecstasy and
became so far gone, it took a long time of his whispered
reassurances to bring me back. Sometimes he allowed me to float
undisturbed in my own paradise of space and time and sometimes he
wanted me to feel all that he had to give me in unadorned rawness.
Tonight, he wanted that. He wanted me back.
    Blindfolded, I could not see what implements
he chose next, although he used several, the last being the cane.
He started with my breasts which were already deeply marked and
then he spun me around, lifted me easily and tossed me onto the bed
on my stomach. My arms were bound tightly behind my back and I had
nothing with which to catch myself so I fell hard and lay
submissive and open where he slung me. He worked on my buttocks
until they were striped like the red and golden birds which graced
the skies of his planet.
    Finally, he stopped and I had drifted away
again.
    “Kneel,” he commanded.
    His voice cut through my soaring daze and I
knew immediately what he was