Fantasy.

Last night I had this awesome fantasy.

Master put me in my black high heeled boots, my favorite ones, and took me to the garage. Then he made me step up onto the small platform I have made for my workbench. Everything was moved off of my workbench, even my lathe. He bent me over te bench and used metal half-circles and screws to bolt my arms down to the table in front of me. He put the restraints we have for my legs that have leash clips on them on me and hooked them to eye hooks under the table that I didn't know we're there before, spreading my legs apart at the knees. I am literally bent over the workbench naked and restrained in high heels with my legs spread open, and looking right out the window. He walks back into the house and comes back out with the toybag. My hood goes over my head. He unzips the bag and begins laying out toys next to me. I am excited and shaking and terrified. " slave, you are not a person right now. You are only the parts of your body I am using. Only this cunt. And these tits. Hush." As he says it, he slaps my cunt and fondles my breasts, finally pinching my nipples before leaving me in the dark. He steps away, and a chair moves as I hear him sit. The smell of cigarette smoke floats around. I don't know if he is looking or not. My cunt may as well be dripping, but nothing happens for as long as he smokes. Then the cunt torture and impact play starts, beginning with what I recognize as the paddle flogger, straight in between my spread legs, wrapping up and around just enough to hit my clit too. "Hush!" He says again. 

Other options for the same sort of thing is that my arms are pulled up behind me with my leather cuffs instead of in front of me while my legs are spread open. 

Also, I could be turned around, legs spread, arms pulled up behind me, but bolted down to the table. Then there would be more nipple torture as well, and probably I wouldn't be allowed my hood, because he would want to see my face every time he hit my cunt or jerked on nipple clamps, or hit me with a whip.

Also possible was turned around to face him, arms up in front and then back over my shoulders tied to the table so that I wasn't bent over while I was getting hit. Not sure which would be worse, not able to stand or not able to double over in pain.