Author's note: Melissa Part 6 is an immediate follow up to Part 5. I suggest
that all readers reacquaint themselves with the previous chapter before reading
this story. Thank you to all my regular readers and my "Fan Club" for your
encouraging feedback. Iraussieguy.

Melissa Part 6 - The Test

At 10.30am that fateful morning I was dressed and ready in the front hallway as
Master had ordered. My instructions were to wear smart clothes as if we were
going out for dinner, but at 10.30 in the morning? My mind had played games all
night, wondering what the promised 'test' would be? Could I prove my obedience,
trust and love for my Master?

Master joined me and walked around inspecting my clothing and makeup.

"Very nice my subbie, are you ready?"

"Y'yes Sir, I think so," I stammered nervously, "What are your instructions?"

"Melissa, whatever happens to you today always remember that I have taken every
precaution to ensure your safety."

Master held out an envelope and some cash to me and continued, "Melissa go down
to the end of the street and take the bus into the city. When the bus moves, and
not until then, you may open the envelope for further instructions. Do you
understand?"

"Sir!" I was taken completely by surprise, "You won't be with me?"

"Correct my subbie, this test you must take alone." Master hugged me and pushed
me firmly towards the front door. "Goodbye for now Melissa, be strong."

I took a deep breath, the first of many that day, "Yes Sir, I won't let you
down."

With that I opened the front door and started out on my adventure. The weather
was cool and crisp but I really didn't notice, my mind was dwelling on the
envelope and it's contents. Fortunately the bus was on time and I found a seat
by myself. With shaking fingers I opened the envelope.

Melissa, stay on the bus until it stops outside the Holiday Inn. Get out, go
inside and proceed to room 48. The door will be unlocked. Enter and you will
find another envelope with further instructions on the bed. Master.

I swear my heart stopped for a few seconds and then started pumping madly. My
God! What was going to happen to me in the hotel room? I managed to calm my
spinning mind with the words Master had spoken about my safety. After all I had
been through over the past few months with Him why would I distrust Sir now?

Even so the bus trip seemed to take much longer than usual. Every traffic light
turned red as we neared and nearly every stop had passengers waiting for the bus
to stop. Eventually the Holiday Inn came into view and a shiver ran through my
body as I rose to depart the bus.

I walked quickly across the car park and through the gardens to the foyer. I
didn't dare look around as I spied the elevators and made my way to the fourth
floor. I swear the other passengers in the elevator could have heard my knees
knocking together and I was grateful when the doors slid open. I swallowed and
walked slowly along the passage, there was nobody else in sight as I came to
room forty-eight.

I stood looking at the doorknob as if I expected it to turn and open magically
by itself. Then taking a deep breath I turned the handle and opened the door,
half expecting someone else to be in the room. Of course it was empty and I
quickly checked the bathroom for the same result. I returned and shut the door,
then sat down on the bed next to the envelope. After about five minutes I said a
little prayer to myself, grabbed the envelope and ripped it open.

Melissa, lock the door then strip off all your clothes. Place them and your
handbag out of sight in the wardrobe. Then stand in the corner with your back to
the door. Keep your eyes to the wall and wait. Under no circumstances are you
speak.

The familiar handwriting was so cold, just the instructions nothing else. Damn
him, why couldn't he at least have written 'Love Master' on the note too? Strip
off and wait! What for, what did he have planned? What does he think am, his
fucking slave? Suddenly I realized how my thought patterns had returned as if I
was back in the corporate world.

"Melissa! Get a hold of yourself, you are His slave!" I admonished myself out
loud for my negative thoughts. My Master has sent me on this test of my trust in
him and already I was primed to run away!

Determined to go through with whatever Master had planned, I undressed, folded
my clothes and placed them in the wardrobe as instructed. I looked down at my
hard nipples and, despite the warmth of the air-conditioned room; a shiver ran
through my body. I read the note one more time and realized that I had neglected
to lock the door. After turning the key I made a quick trip to the toilet,
goodness knows how long it would be before I was able to pee again. I checked
myself in the mirror, grinned stupidly at my flushed face, then returned to the
room and took up my place in the corner.

How long would I have to wait I wondered? Footsteps outside in the corridor
stopped and I froze in sudden fear, only for the person to keep on walking. I
decided to keep my mind occupied and started going over the times that I had
trusted Master Matt since we first met. My first spanking that had changed my
life so much, His firm but gentle manner that I fell in love with. The time in
the schoolroom when He took me to sub-space for the first time, I felt myself
smiling in spite of my current situation. That damn forced haircut and my first
sexual contact with a Mistress. Oh how my life had changed so much in such a
short time.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock and I
froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I heard the key being
withdrawn and then the door quietly squeaked as it was opened. The thick carpet
stopped me hearing what sort of shoes the person was wearing, was this a male or
female? Was it Master playing a trick on me? I took some deep breaths and
waited.

I heard the sound of the clips on a briefcase or carry case being snapped open
and then I was aware of the person standing directly behind me. I moved my head
slightly and strong leather gloved hands were placed over my ears, directing my
gaze back into the corner. The grip was that of a man and I knew it wasn't
Master, the touch was somehow different, as was the aroma of his strong
deodorant. I must have been unconsciously holding my breath because I suddenly
needed to take deep breaths.

I whimpered as a black cloth was placed over my eyes and wrapped several times
around my head before being knotted at the back. My world was now completely
black and I felt more helpless and vulnerable than ever. His strong hands turned
me around to face him and I knew he was looking me over. My nipples were hard,
my breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing and I knew that my shaven pussy
must have been glistening.

Many emotions were rushing through my mind as I stood tensely waiting my fate.
Confusion, anger and a feeling of helplessness were paramount but at the same
time I was proud of the way I was serving my Master. I wanted to shout 'say
something you bastard' but I resisted the urge, hoping that this man was as
trustworthy as Master.

His hands left my shoulders and I heard the rustle of the bed coverings being
moved. God what was going to happen? I tensed all my muscles in a futile effort
to stop my body from shaking.

The strong hands returned to my upper arms and I was spun in circles and walked
forwards and backwards around the room. When he stopped I has no idea of where I
was standing in relation to the bed or the doors. Next I was guided a few steps
forward until my legs hit a side of the bed. A quick push and I fell face down
on the cool sheets. The gloved hands lifted and guided me face down over a pile
of pillows. Meticulously he moved my arms and legs until I was in the classic
spread-eagle position, face down and my arse pointing to the ceiling.

'Please don't tie me up.' I prayed silently, thinking that while I was free at
least I had a chance of moving suddenly and defending myself if all this got too
much.

I was relieved when he left me lying there and walked around the bed. I could
almost feel his eyes inspecting me, like an army sergeant with a rookie.

Suddenly I felt his bare hands stroking my back. It was as if he was trying to
calm my thoughts and tell me that I was safe. I must admit that he had the
desired effect as I relaxed my muscles and my thoughts. Alas, I was soon to find
out that this man was a teaser, somewhat like Master can be at times. The
soothing hands left my back and once again I heard the click of the briefcase
being opened.

The minutes ticked by in silence and once again I was close to yelling at him.
Damn, this waiting was having the effect he, and no doubt Master, wanted to
achieve.

"Crack!" - "Eeeooowww!"

The silence was suddenly broken with the sound of a strap whistling through the
air and exploding on my arse.

I was taken completely by surprise by the ferocity of the blow. I was so used to
Master always warming my arse by hand or soft paddle, but this guy was
different.

I gritted my teeth as again I heard the swish of the strap through the air and
the sudden pain on my cheeks. I was determined not to call out and give him the
satisfaction of getting a reaction from me.

Time and time again the strap cracked across my arse and upper thighs and my
body jerked uncontrollably with each blow. I could imagine the criss-cross red
marks across my white flesh and my resolve to accept the punishment grew
stronger. The heat of the thrashing spread through my body and in spite of my
situation I felt the juices building in my pussy.

I counted twenty cracks before he suddenly stopped and once again the room was
silent.

I lay there with my arse on fire and my lungs gasping for air. Never before had
I suffered such a volley of hard strokes in such a short time. I realized that
my hands had gripped the sheets so hard that my fingers were hurting and I let
go while wondering what would happen next.

Once again my mind was spinning with confusion. Who was this sadist that Master
had let loose on me? I felt heart broken that He would put me in this position.

I froze at the terrifying sound of a knife being sharpened on a butcher's steel.
Oh my God! I was absolutely bewildered by the strident noise that filled the
hotel room. I wanted to jump off the bed and run but my arms and legs felt like
they were made of lead. And anyway, by the time I got the tight blindfold off he
would be with me.

Then I felt cold steel against the back of my neck and I moaned, "Noooooooooooo
please!"

There was no reply and I thought I was about to die. That bastard Matt, I had
given him my trust and love and he had conned me into going on my test. I sobbed
into the sheets and suddenly the cold steel against my neck was withdrawn.

I heard the sound of the knife and steel being placed back in the case and once
again the cool hands returned and stroked down my back. I sobbed again and
nearly burst out crying with relief, but I was determined not to give this man
the pleasure of seeing me cry. The hands roamed lightly over my hot arse,
reminding me of the lingering sting of the strap.

I found myself sucking in deep breaths of air and realized that Master's
training had automatically made me use this form of stress relief. This instant
thought made me confident that I would now survive the rest of this day. No
matter what happened to me now, I knew that I would pass this damn test and I
found myself relaxing down onto the pillows under his calming hands.
Surprisingly, I found all but one of the pillows being pulled from under me and
soon I was lying almost flat on the sheets. His hands returned to stroke my back
and buttocks, lulling me into a false sense of relaxation and security.

"Whoosh - Crack" - "Yahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The cane burst across my arse and my body jerked like a puppet. I was totally
unprepared for the jolt of sheer pain that shot through my body.

"Whoosh - Crack, Whoosh - Crack, Whoosh - Crack!" Three more hard and sharp
blows had me crying out loud and writhing on the bed.

Despite the shock and pain I knew my pussy was dripping wet once again and that
if he kept this up I would be in sub-space before long. Then the force of the
blows diminished and it felt like he was lightly drumming the cane over my
cheeks. After the shock of the first strokes these light blows felt amazing,
almost like a massage with sting. I relaxed back down onto the bed again
delighted by the sudden change. His technique was different to Master's, this
man was using single and double taps mixed with quick flutters of various
intensities. The pattern and intensity of the strokes was impossible to predict
and he introduced some quite hard blows mixed in with the lighter strokes.

It passed through my mind that I would not allow myself to fly, I would not give
this man the pleasure of taking me into sub-space. But his technique soon blew
that idea from my mind as I felt my first orgasm near. He seemed to be able to
place the blows in exactly the place he intended and soon all of my buttocks and
upper thighs were stinging.

"Oh, yeeeeesssssssssssss!" I heard myself yell as the first orgasm hit and I
started my flight.

Once again it felt like I was floating above the bed and the blackness behind
the blindfold was filled with hundreds of small bright stars. Any pain that I
had been feeling soon dissipated as absolute pleasure flooded my body. I was
vaguely aware of the cane still striking home with various intensities but I
didn't care.

Since the first time I flew in Master's schoolroom I had been transported to
sub-space many times and this time was equal to any of my previous flights. How
many orgasms flowed through my body? I didn't know or care, but eventually I
found myself regaining awareness of the bed and my surrounds. The cane was still
making contact but it was so light and sensual I was hardly aware of it touching
my rosey red striped cheeks. I was vaguely aware of his hands replacing the
rattan, long sensuous strokes the length of my back slowly bringing me back to
the present. I knew I was smiling and moaning with the pleasure I was feeling
and I couldn't stop myself, despite my intention of not pleasing this man. His
hands left me and I was aware of him moving to the bathroom. I thought of
removing the blindfold and seeing who he was but the thought of displeasing
Master kept me from taking that action.

After he returned from the bathroom his strong hands assisted me off the bed and
practically lifted me back over to the corner. He made sure that my wobbly legs
would be able to hold my weight then once again my head was turned straight
ahead. With relief I felt the blindfold being loosened and then unwrapped from
around my head. I blinked my eyes at the unaccustomed light and then focused on
a piece of paper with the familiar handwriting that he was holding in front of
my eyes.

Stay in the corner until the telephone rings three times, then read the envelope
on the bed.

I nodded that I understood the instructions and after one last smack on my sore
arse he turned away from me. Once again I heard the snap of the briefcase locks
and finally the opening of the door. A pause and it closed, but did he leave the
room? Was he standing there in silence watching me? Ready to punish me if I
moved before the telephone rang? I resisted the urge to peek and stayed facing
the corner, my mind wondering if there was to be more of the test?

I tried to count second by second to try and keep trace of the time, but then I
realized that I did not know how long I spent in sub space and so I had no idea
of the actual time. I jumped when the telephone rang finally rang and I turned
cautiously around to see, to my relief, an empty room. The promised envelope was
on the bed but first I needed a drink of water and the toilet.

I sat gingerly down on the bed and ripped open the envelope.

Dress and wait for three more rings of the phone. When that happens leave the
room unlocked and go down to Reception. Ask for an envelope for Melissa.

'Oh God', I thought to myself, 'Not another fucking envelope.'

I had a quick wash and just as I finished dressing there was a loud knock on the
door.

"Police here, open up now!"

'Police! Shit! What is going on?' I thought as I put the chain on the door and
opened it a short distance.

A uniformed police officer was standing there, identification shield in his
hand.

"Sorry to trouble you Ma'am," He said, "But I need to search your room."

"Ok officer," I said as I took the chain off the door and let him in, "What is
the trouble?"

"We are searching the hotel for a man with a violin case, he is tall and wearing
leather gloves," the officer said as he quickly checked the bathroom and
wardrobe. "Have you seen a man like that today?"

"N'no, I haven't officer," I stammered, blushing bright red as I spoke.

He looked at me in a strange way but decided not to pursue the matter any
further.

"Thank you Ma'am for your co-operation," he said as he headed for the door,
"Have a nice day, and if you see this man, please call reception immediately."

"Y'yes I will officer, goodbye." I said as I shut and locked the door behind
him.

My mind raced, what the hell was going on? Who was this man Master had sent to
punish me? Why were the police after him? Again I jumped as the telephone rang
three times and stopped.

I grabbed my handbag looked around the room for the last time and cautiously
opened the door. The corridor was empty and I almost ran along it to the
elevators. Fortunately one arrived quickly and I stepped into the empty
elevator, my heart pumping. The damn thing stopped at each floor going down to
allow others to enter until finally it reached the ground floor.

I made my way to the reception counter and was forced to wait nervously while a
belligerent European tourist argued about his account. Finally the receptionist
greeted me with 'I'm glad he has gone smile' and I asked her for an envelope in
my name. Naturally she had just come on duty and knew nothing about my envelope.
After watching her search the desk in vain I had a brainwave and asked her to
look in the mailbox for room forty-eight. She returned with an envelope in her
hand and apologized for the wait.

I rudely grabbed it from her hand and quickly found a seat where I could read my
next instructions. My heart sank as I read Master's next orders.

Return immediately to room 48, lock the door, undress completely as before and
stand in the corner.

'No! No! This couldn't be right!' I nearly screamed in anger as I re-read
Master's message. My spirits suddenly sunk as I sat there contemplating my next
move. Fuck this stupid test! My immediate impulse was to run out of the Holiday
Inn and go back to my old apartment that my friend was renting. I would
telephone Matt and tell him it was too much for me. I stood and walked towards
the front door and the beckoning sunlight.

Just as I reached the revolving door an inner voice seemed to be saying 'Don't
chuck it in now Melissa, think of how much your life has changed for the better
since you met Master. Prove to him that you can pass this test, think of how you
will feel when He congratulates you. If you don't go on you may regret it for
the rest of your life.'

I stopped, returned to the seat and thought about the situation a bit more. I
realized that my inner voice was correct so I took another deep breath, turned
around and walked determinably to the elevators. Once again I walked down the
empty corridor and pushed open the door of room forty-eight. The bed was still
the mess I had left behind me and I quickly checked the bathroom again, which of
course was empty. I slammed the door shut, locked it and for the second time
that day removed all my clothes and placed them in the wardrobe.

With a sigh I once again took up my position in the damn corner, rubbing my
hands over my marked and still sore arse. I had only been in place a couple of
minutes when the sound of a key in the door made me jump to attention. The door
squeaked as previously and the person entered the room, shutting and chaining
the door.

Once again I heard the sound of the leather gloves being pulled over his fingers
and I braced myself mentally for another round of punishment.

The familiar smell of his powerful deodorant wafted to my nostrils as he came up
behind me and I jumped when the gloved hands were placed on my shoulders. Once
again the blindfold was wrapped around my eyes turning my world black. I heard
the sound of the gloves being removed and then bare hands were on my sore arse
cheeks, first caressing, then squeezing and pinching. I moaned as fingers played
slowly down the crack of my arse rubbing and pushing against my rosebud. After
my first punishment I hadn't considered being touched sexually and I was shocked
to feel fingers probing into my wet vagina. Again I moaned loudly as two fingers
moved in and out of my cunt, stopping just before I was going to orgasm. As my
legs nearly buckled under me the strong supporting hands turned me around and
led me to the bed where I stood unsteadily awaiting my fate. I heard the pillows
and sheets being tidied and then I was pushed down on the bed, this time on my
back. My legs were spread wide apart and I moaned as the hands stroked my
thighs.

The man climbed on the bed beside me and suddenly the blindfold was ripped from
my eyes. I blinked as the bright overhead light shown in my eyes and then
screamed as I heard the magic words.

"Well done my lil subbie, I am so proud of you!"

"Master!!!!!! Oh God!!"

I flung myself into his arms sobbing like a little girl and releasing all the
tears that I had been holding back most of the day. I don't know how long he
held me like that while I let go of all my emotions. Master's caring hands
stroked my back and hair like they had so many times before.

Master had the sense not to talk to me until I had regained most of my
composure. He just smiled broadly while using tissue after tissue to wipe away
my tears and runny nose.

Finally he spoke, "I bet you could use a drink and something to eat? How about
we go downstairs and we can talk over some food?"

His words made me realize how long it was since breakfast. "Oh Master, trust you
to think of that, there are so many things I want to say to you. You know I
nearly walked out not long ago?"

"Yes I know my subbie, I was watching you from the bar downstairs." Master said
with a sly grin. "I was up and ready to race after you when you suddenly stopped
by the front door. I had to duck back out of sight when you turned around. I
can't express the pride I felt when I saw you come back up here."

I smiled my thanks at his praise, unable at that stage to find any words. Master
helped me to my feet, hugged and kissed me and then assisted me with my
dressing. He waited patiently while I washed my face and reapplied my makeup
then, arm in arm, we moved down to the restaurant.

After seating me at a table Master went to the bar and returned with my favorite
drink and naturally a long glass of Victoria Bitter beer. As usual he took
control and ordered my preferred pasta meal with salad as well as a small steak
for himself.

We sat opposite each other, holding hands across the small table like two
lovers, unlike most Masters and submissives. Master watched me sipping on the
welcome drink, smiling and waiting for me to compose my thoughts. Fortunately
there were few other diners in the restaurant at this hour and the tables close
by were empty so our words could not be overheard.

"Wow Master, when you set a test you sure set a test don't you?" I finally
managed to say.

"I know you have been through many emotions today my subbie, from elation to
absolute despair. A bit like being on a roller coaster I would say?"

"Absolutely," I replied, "And what a long ride it was. I'm so glad you were here
to help me off at the end."

Master grinned, "My sweet Melissa, as you know I have dealt with quite a number
of subbies over the years and you are the only one I know that could have
survived the test I set for you today."

I blushed and looked out the window for a short time, tears welling in my eyes
before returning his gaze. "I know you wouldn't say that if you didn't mean it
Sir, thank you. All I feel at the moment is tiredness and absolute relief that
the test is over. After we eat can we go home please?"

"Of course my subbie, I know you haven't slept well the last few nights, that
was part of the test too."

I gave Him a mock glare and blurted out "Oh my God!" as my eyes caught the
movement of a man walking up behind Master. It was the policeman I had met
earlier and he was wearing leather gloves and carrying a violin case.

He stopped at out table, "Hello again Ma'am, Sir, mind if I talk to both of you
for a minute?"

Master answered for me, "What's this all about officer?"

"Sorry Sir, I met the lady earlier and I would like to explain the situation, to
put her mind at ease." The officer explained.

Master rose from his seat and moved across next to me and put his arm around my
shoulders. "Why don't you sit down officer and say your piece?"

I felt calm and protected with Master by my side even though my thoughts were
spinning.

The officer sat down and unclipped the top of the violin case that lifted
towards me blocking my view of the contents. Quickly he swiveled the case around
facing me causing my jaw to drop open with amazement. Specially built
compartments held leather straps, two crops, three short canes of different
thickness and a knife and butcher's steel!

Master reached over and pushed my mouth closed and burst out laughing, as did
the officer.

"Oh Melissa the look on your face, it was priceless," He said, still laughing at
my perplexed expression.

Seconds later I jumped when a hand tapped me on the top of my head. I turned
quickly around to see Mistress Brandy standing there smiling at me, holding a
bottle of champagne in a hand. She leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek
before moving to the spare chair next to the officer. When she kissed him full
on the lips I just slumped down in my chair, shaking my head from side to side,
a look of bewilderment on my face.

Master spoke first, "Melissa you know Mistress Brandy, I would like to introduce
you to her partner and a very good friend of mine, Master David. David is not a
policeman, he just borrowed the uniform from his brother."

I finally found my voice, "Whoa, slow down please Sir. So the policeman is a
friend of yours, but who was it that made my arse so sore?"

"That was me Melissa," David spoke with a gleam in his eyes. "I played both
parts, the Dom and the policeman, using the room across the corridor.. And may I
say that I think that Matthew is a very lucky man to have you as his submissive,
very lucky indeed."

Apart from a few chuckles the three of them remained silent while I pieced all
the puzzle together.

"Of course, you never spoke at all when you were whipping me did you?" I said
slowly, "And it was the clips on the violin case I heard each time, not a brief
case or carry case that I imagined. I must say Master David that you are very
good with the cane, I got to sub-space very quickly and I flew for a long time."
I continued with a giggle as I realized something else. "Damn, you both even
wore the same revolting deodorant, that really tricked me the second time in the
corner of the room."

Master Matt laughed and hugged me to him again as Mistress Brandy poured the
champagne into four glasses. "Melissa I would not trust anyone but David to play
the roles he did today. I knew that you were in safe hands at all times. The
only concern I had was if you could handle the pressure of the test. And you did
that extremely well, congratulations."

Mistress Brandy raised her glass and spoke, "A toast to Melissa on her
successful completion of the test, very well done young lady, I'm glad it wasn't
me in your situation."

I smiled my thanks to the Masters and Mistress as we sipped on the champagne.
What a day it had been for me, a day I would never forget. We talked over the
events of the day and I told them my honest feelings of my emotions at each
stage. Soon our meals arrived and Mistress Brandy and Master David said their
farewells.

When we had completed our meal Master turned to me and said, "Ready to go home
my subbie? I think I will try and sooth those sore marks for you and then you
can have an early night, you have certainly earned it."

I gave Master an impetuous kiss on the cheek and we walked hand in hand out to
the car park. The test was over and I had passed with flying colors, I was a
very proud and happy little subbie.

The End.