Just a day dream...

I don't know if it is the mix of medications or just the slight fever or my cold, but I took a nap this afternoon while Master was at work and had a lovely little daydream, lol.
Well, in this little day dream, Master had me in this workshop type place with a few blankets on the floors and some drop cloths over some of the stuff one would usually find in a work shop. Hanging along the wall of the workshop on temporary hooks there were all sorts of paddles, whips, floggers, both the kind you would buy and the kind that you could fashion from stuff laying around the house. As soon as I got a good look around at what was in the workshop, Master blindfolded me.
"I know you will make Me proud, little one, we have a friend who would like to see how a slave comes alive under the lash. I will keep you blindfolded, so you will not know which friend when he takes up the lash against your skin. Do you understand My pet?"
"Yes, Master, I do. I will make You proud."
"you always do." I heard Master take a seat somewhere and felt a tug on the leash that was attached to my collar. As I took my spot besides His feet, someone else entered the building. He spoke, but in hushed tones, I guess to disguise his voice from me. I felt myself being moved over Master's knee and He spoke aloud, "First, a few to warm you up, My little one." And with each strike by Master, I counted them off, for a total of 10 with His bare, open hand. "Stand, slave." Being on my best behavior as to not embarrass Master, I did as told. When I heard a snap of Master's fingers, I dropped to my knees in a position that presents my entire body to His view. I felt someone reach out and stroke my hair and Master say, "such a good girl. Choose a tool you would like to see her experience. She enjoys them all...... Ahhh, a good choice. (some mumbling from our guest) No, it's not too harsh to begin with for her. For some, yes, but not for her. Isn't that right, My little pain slut? Nothing here is too harsh for you, is it?"
"No, Master, it is not. Anything You would like me to take, I will gladly do so. Master, You know I love feeling the sting of Your lash. Master, may I make a request?"
"In this case, I will consider a request if it will show our friend here how a good slave reacts to the sting."
"Master, if our friend would like to see my backside lashed, may I be bound, stretched to my full length, please, Master?"
At this point I was practically begging to be bound to the wall. Being stretched with my hands above my head is one of my favorite positions for a whipping. Master and His guest lift me up and attach my wrists above my head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. I try to turn to nuzzle Master's neck while He does this, but turn the wrong way and nuzzle the guest's neck instead, which causes him to slap my backside once and a moan escapes from my lips.
They both step back and I feel the ends of a multi tail whip graze my body, teasing me, then it comes. The first lash of the whip. The many individual ends of the leather strap land on my backside and upper thighs, and I moan as I feel the sting. Two more strikes land and then the confidence in the use of the whip changes. I can tell from the way the strikes are landing that it is not Master issuing the whipping.
"There is no better girl to learn to wield the whip on then her. She will react to the lash and encourage you as you go. Even I am amazed at times how much she can take."
I moan as Master's guest becomes more comfortable with the whip, leaving light welts along my thighs and backside.
I suddenly feel a sharp sting across my chest and realize Master has taken up the switch and was using it on my front. I shiver from the sensation. It has been a long time since I have been lashed by two people at once. Two quick lashed land on each breast while Master's guest changes tools. I hear some more mumbling from him and Master tells him the tool he has chosen is ok. I hear a woosh as it sails through the air and lands on my ass. A loud groan escapes as I feel the belt against my skin.
Master has switched tools as well, attacking my chest with two floggers, one on each breast. I moaned while trying to lean into each whip, causing the belt to land on my thighs and the floggers to score direct hits on my nipples. Master leaned in to kiss me deeply and returned the floggers to the wall.
"She is yours to experiment with. Any tool may be used on any part of her pliant body. She knows her rules and what may and may not be done by her. Do not remove her blind fold, though. Slave, do you understand and agree?"
"Yes, Master, I do. Master, while You are not here, what shall I call Your guest?"
"You will simply call him Sir, slut. Any more questions?"
"No, Master." I moan on the end of my statement and hear Master walk away from me, but still sense Him in the building, perhaps sitting somewhere behind me, ever watchful and ever protective.
The deluge of different whips and paddles continues. Master's guest stops every so often to look at the bright red stripes on my skin, watching as a few welts form. I feel something soft on the welts forming on my chest. He has added a few marks of his own to my front, becoming more confident with the tools as he uses them.
I feel the belt again as it lands on my ass and thighs again. Another 20 lashes. I smile internally as I realize he must like the belt more then other tools. Lots of men have a weakness for lashing a slave with a belt. He also seems to enjoy the first whip he used, the multi tail. I feel that one again, the ends wrapping around to hit the front of my thighs as well, once in a while the tips of a few tails land between my legs, causing me to have an even harder time following Master's rules.
I moan and groan more, trying to refrain from the inevitable peak Master's rules have forbidden me from reaching. My feet are kicked apart slightly and the whip is used again, the tips landing even more soundly on the junction between my legs. I moan louder.
"Please, Sir, beat beat me. Learn from me. Experience me." He flinched when I asked him to continue to beat me, but continued anyway. I knew Master was still in the building. I could sense Him. I hoped I was making Him proud.
Suddenly, I felt Master come up in front of me and slap my cheek with His open palm. I screamed, causing our guest to stop. When he realized that the scream was a good one, though, he continued. He gingerly brushed his fingers along some of the welts that were forming. I stiffened at the feel of his fingers on them but relaxed as I realized he was trying to be gentle.
"Just a moment and you will be able to look at her welts and markings all you would like and she will not feel a thing." I moaned as Master said this, because I knew what was going to happen next. "Slave, show our guest how much of a pain loving slut you really are. Cum for us, My pet." That was all I needed to hear. Instinct and submission took over and I let go.
I panted, moaned, screamed, and groaned as my release took over me. For a full ten minutes, Master allowed me to peak. I was a quivering, shaking mess of flesh, welts, sweat and moisture when Master finally whispered in my ear, "Good girl, My pet. You may stop now." While Master stroked my hair and removed the binding on my wrists, which by now were all that was holding me up, I collapsed onto the floor.
In my haze, our guest examined my welts and marveled to Master that I wore them well. I smiled as that is the highest compliment I can receive after a whipping.
At that point I awoke from my nap without any idea who Master's mysterious guest was.