I've included below my most memorable scene. It's a scene I was
 given for my birthday a little over a year ago by very good friends.
 The experience was so awesome I wrote about it a few days following.
 No one has read it until now. Not even the special Dominant and His
 submissive who gave me such a wonderful gift that evening. I've only
 changed it so that names aren't used.
 

 The anticipation for the scene started about a week out when the
 Dominant's submissive talked with me for a while about what I was
 expecting, explaining that T/they play differently in T/their own
 private dungeon from how they play in the group setting. I had
 secretly hoped so! She asked me how much intimacy I was comfortable
 with, and explained to me the levels of intimacy she and her Dominant
 were comfortable with. I told her I would be comfortable with toys
 and touching, if that is somewhere T/they wanted to go in the scene.
 I also let her know that I am bi, and very oral, and indicated my
 interest in playing with her. She said she would pass the info on to
 her Dominant, and that He would be pleased.

 Later that evening, He and I talked. He asked me about my
 masturbation habits. I told him that I masturbate at least once a
 day, often more...hehe. He said good, and told me to continue, only
 then He told me I could masturbate as often as I liked, I just was
 not allowed to orgasm. *pout* Sometimes dominants are just too darn
 evil. I told Him I would do as He wished. He also asked me to fill
 out a check list for Him.

 I had no idea when He said He wanted to give me a scene for my
 birthday, that He was going to "claim" me for a week prior and give
 me instructions and such. He had spent some time planning this
 evening, which made me feel very special. I also had shared with
 Him that I was on my period (geez...i really can't believe i'm
 sharing all this...oh well) and hoping to be over it by the time
 Saturday came around and He said if not, everything would be
 okay...W/we would adjust the scene.

 When He and I were talking He asked me if I still had a black sheer
 dress that He knew I had purchased at one time. I told Him yes.
 It's completely sheer, the top is cut low and it comes straight down
 the body, with slits on the sides to the top of each thigh, it is
 very sexy, but He also knows that it's completely see through and
 that the chances of me wanting to wearing it in public, even from
 just one house to another were very slim. (I'm shy you know) He told
 me I would be hearing from Him with further instructions.

 So, on Saturday morning, I got the following note from Him:

 Greetings,
 Tonight's theme, (aside for "beat raven's ass") is lingerie for the
 subbies. As you are the "start subbie" for the eve you will be
 expected to wear something special. I Myself happen to like see thru
 material. The less you wear over here the better your ass beating
 will be. You will arrive here at 7 pm. Bring your personal toys if
 they can be used per our discussion earlier this week.

 signed,
 He who shall remain Anonymous
 (unless He wishes otherwise, lol)

 So that evening I didn't wear the black, but did wear a short red
 somewhat sheer nighty with spaghetti straps and a little ribbon
 rosebud at the cleavage. I also wore a white garterbelt with lace
 top stockings, and a red thong. I had recently purchased a black
 leather hair clip that has silver spikes on it and a D-ring through
 it, sort of like the front of a collar would. I wore my hair down
 and full with the sides swept up to the crown and attached with the
 leather hair clip. (I knew how much the Dominant enjoys hair play,
 so I knew He would like controlling me by that ring which was
 basically on the top back part of my head...and He did, lol!).
 Everything about the evening felt right. It's hard to explain.

 My friend, who was also attending, picked me up and we were about 12
 minutes late. (go figure) I knew I was already in trouble. As I
 entered the door, He was standing sort of behind it and as I crossed
 He whacked me on the ass with a plastic bat that He has used on me
 before. I like it very much. Then W/we all just visited for a
 little while. It was the Dominant, His submissive, my friend, and
 another submissive friend. We were all in our little sexy nighties,
 it was so much fun. He joked about what to do with all the pussy in
 the room, and then looked at me and said He was thinking if I were
 good, that maybe I would get the pussy. This of course, made raven
 very happy, and very hot! By me not showing up with my personal
 toys, T/they knew I wasn't able to play past a certain point, but my
 tongue always works, lol. (...least I think it still does :\)

 I was sitting in the floor when He came over to me, grabbed the ring
 in my hair and made me stand. He then teased me with a riding crop,
 dragging it across my skin, over my breasts, nipples and between my
 legs. He also pulled the straps of my nighty down with the crop. He
 would say things into my ear, as would His submissive. Things
 like "it's a good thing you have friends here tonight to watch out
 for you, you've never seen His beast". He would pull my hair back and
 drag a blade over my skin, sometimes grabbing me across the throat
 and pulling me up against Him, being very physical, and taking me
 into that place of my submission, the point where my head swims and
 my eyes become glassy. I was already entering my space by that
 time....

 After taking my dress off of me, He then led me into the dungeon by
 my hair, He had it gathered into His fist and was walking behind me,
 and the girls followed and sat around the room.

 The dungeon was it's own experience. It was very unique. It was a
 bedroom in T/their home, but it had no dry wall on the walls, just
 wooden slats. I had never really seen anything like the walls in
 this room. There was about a 1/4" of space between the 1 1/2" slats,
 and they had a grey tint to them. They had strung white chasing
 lights between the wall, so they flickered and moved in a slow
 rhythmic pattern behind the slats. Then there were multi colored
 lights around the ceiling and His floggers, paddles, whips, swords,
 you name it were hung around the walls of the room. There were hooks
 and handles everywhere. Then in one corner was an "altar." It was
 actually a short podium so that when you stood in front of it, it
 comes to your waist, and you bend forward and lay your upper body
 across the padded angled top. It was a wonderful altar. There was
 also music in the room. One of my favorite parts of the dungeon was
 the black raven in the corner of the room. He would control it by
 remote. When He did, it's eyes lit up green, and it would
 scream "beware, the end is near" "beware, the end is near" then it
 lets out an evil squawking laugh. After I got over the giggles from
 it, which cost me a few swats, I tried to imagine the raven was my
 friend and would protect me, lol.

 I was standing facing the wall and told to cross my hands in front of
 me. He tied my wrists and then pulled them high above my head
 securing me on my tip toes. Then because I laughed at the "raven", I
 was tickled. I can take a paddling, but I can hardly bear being
 tickled. He would tickle, spank, tickle, spank, until I really
 didn't have my bearings.

 Then I was spun around and He attached tiny little "doll sized"
 clothes pins on my nipples and breasts. They were only tingly, no
 pain like they were making them out to be. Then I was blindfolded
 and told I wouldn't want to see what came next. He began to flog my
 breasts and mound, letting the tails slide between my legs. Then He
 started flogging the clothes pins off my breasts. I finally reached
 a point where I had to call yellow to ask Him to slow down. He
 immediately stopped the flogging and took the pins off. He untied
 me, held me and let me catch my breath. He was asking me if I was
 okay. I was fine. I was stuck in-between that place of not wanting
 it to stop and yet not knowing how I could have taken another
 strike. But I definitely didn't want it to end.

 Then I was led to the altar and He pulled my head back against His
 shoulder and told me He was taking me to the Land of Oz. Then He
 pushed me forward onto the altar and pressed His body up against me.
 Most of what took place after that is hard to describe. He flogged
 me and used different sensory instruments on me. Often stopping to
 pull me up by my hair, and put a blade to my throat, and taunt me
 about the blade asking me if it was the sharp one or not, and was I
 willing to risk it. At one point He quickly slid the blade back
 against my throat as if He were slitting it...if it had been sharp,
 He would have. I was already gone and the rush of the whole thing
 just pushed me further off to the most peaceful yet excited
 feelings. It was as if my heart was racing, but my blood wasn't
 moving inside me. Later, He used another knife, held it to my
 throat, and asked me if I was willing to risk it, I whispered "do it"
 and He slammed it down on the alter and screamed at me that it would
 have taken my fucking head off. He seemed pissed that I was taunting
 the knife. But hell, He was taunting me with the knife. Where did
 He think my mind would go, at that point I was craving the blade and
 His power over me and my safety was completely in His hands, because
 I was gone. I knew He wouldn't hurt me, I just knew He wouldn't. A
 little part of me wasn't convinced though. There was a song playing
 by Meatloaf (i think)...about offering your throat to the wolf, He
 would whisper the words into my ear...I was completely caught up in
 all of it.

 He proceeded to flog me and flog me, often it would take my breath
 away and I felt like I was melting into the altar. That's when I
 started to go to that place where my head just flies, and my body and
 breathing seem to melt into the rhythm of the music and the strikes
 of the leather. It felt as if I could feel my own blood flowing
 through me in slow motion. Wherever I went that night, and haven't
 been since, caused me to hallucinate. The music gave me this feeling
 of many men marching in a "Gladiator" setting. They were marching
 down a silvery-white street and carrying me, their strong march made
 me float above them, it got stronger and stronger, they were carrying
 me and I was completely safe, and at peace, there was a feeling of
 euphoria. I felt like I was being taken somewhere special, being
 given perhaps to someone they honored, I never had a sense if it were
 a man or woman. The marching men carried me for a long time and then
 the hot stinging began. Someone was having me marked and branded,
 yet I was being handled very gently, and my body was trembling,
 fighting between the sharp burning and the vision of being marked in
 some way. Then I would feel a shock which only made my body
 tremble, I remember feeling like the alter was holding me up, and
 someone had drugged me, and I couldn't make sense of what was
 happening to me. I slowly lost my connection with the dream even
 though I was trying so hard to stay there. I didn't want to come
 back and kept trying to reconnect to where I had been. I began to
 feel hot wax and cold water splashing against my ass and back, making
 me struggle to get away from it, my limbs completely weak and my head
 dizzy. I was caressed and held up by His body pressed against me and
 everything was quiet, the music was calm. I was euphoric. I wasn't
 emotional or drained. It was as if everything was perfect. I don't
 know how else to explain it.

 The rest of the evening was sweet and special as well. But I can
 only share that I must have been a good girl because I got to have my
 cake and "eat" it too! LOL I even got to blow out the candle. *wink*

 ~ raven