bmatlock@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (Beth C Matlock)



 Piercing Fantasy



Before my first real experiences in Dominance/submission, I wrote this story.



I would love to receive your impressions of it and any comments or suggestions.



Beth Claire Matlock

bmatlock@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu









Alexandria



     Following your orders I will recant the story of my piercings.

     As you know, it started on a Monday morning.  Following my usual

routine, I was doing the shopping for the week.  You came up to me

while I was in the grocery store, a basket full of food and discreetly

checked if I had obeyed your orders.  You brushed my nipples and yes

the clamps were still attached and then pulling me close to you, your

hand against my bottom, you checked that the dildo was inserted in my

ass as you required.  Your hand against me, brushing the welts you

gave me last night, invoked the sensations of being whipped again and

when you pinched me, very hard, I moaned.  I hoped the punishment for

loss of control in public would invoke more than just gentle moans,

but I was also unprepared for the intensity of your actions.  I

continued shopping, receiving no orders to the contrary, yet felt I

was disobeying some forgotten rule.

     As we stood in the check-out line, I was sure others thought we

were just passionate lovers; you fondling me, brushing up against me.

They could not see your sharp pinches finding my welts or my nipples

straining with pain/pleasure against the clamps as you brushed them. 

I was panting, you heard me, but with your careful training, I was

sure no one else did.

     While we walked to the van, you gave me precise orders.  I

climbed in the side door as you loaded through the back.  I sat on the

floor and stripped as you requested, hurrying to finish before you

were ready to leave.  I knew the punishment for disobedience and

craved it, but did not want your anger.  I slipped the dildo out of my

ass and cleaned it quickly.  My wrist and ankle cuffs were strapped on

next and then you climbed in the driver's side door.  In my hurry I

did not hear you close the rear door.

     I had not finished what you asked me to do, my blindfold lay on

the seat next to me.  I paused then and quickly dropped to my knees,

knowing I must never be more than a slave when we are alone.  You

started the van and growled for me to come to you.  I crawled forward,

nearly in tears fearful of your disapproval and anxious to please you. 

I waited again, kneeling with my head down on my knees, arms at my

side, bracing myself against the turns and quick stops of your driving

style.  At a stoplight leaned toward me and with your right hand

removed the clamp from my left nipple, I moaned freely, the blood

returning to the end of my nipple, filling it with pain.  You reached

around me and removed the other one, the sensations doubled now. 

"Take these and get your harness".

     For a moment I did not move, you have only used it twice when I

had been very disobedient and deserved the torture the harness

represented.  I struggled now to think of what I might have done. 

Pulling me up by my hair, you slapped my face, another rarity, not

liking to mark me where others might see your dominance.  I crawled to

the back and pulled the harness out of my slaves bag.  I realized as I

put the blindfold and the clamps away, I would need neither now, the

harness had each of these built in and a few other devices to remind

me of my status.  

     Carrying the unwieldy harness in my teeth I clumsily crawled back

to you.  I lay the harness down in front of me and began to untangle

the straps and attachments to make it easier for you to put it on me. 

As I touched each part my arousal and trepidation grew.  The head gear

with its blindfold and gag were spread out first, followed by the

collar.  The nipple clamps and weights were badly tangled with the

shoulder straps.  The straps that open my cunt for your use and abuse

were laid next to the anal strap that would hold in my dildo.  When I

finished I put my forehead to the ground again and asked "which

dildo?"

     "The soup can."  I gasped again.  It isn't of course a soup can,

but I remembered when we bought it the salesman called it that because

it is so short and wide and the ridges are very prominent.  I crawled

back, lubricated the "soup can" and brought it in my teeth to you. 

"Turn around slave" you ordered as you took it from my mouth.  I

turned around in the small space as quickly and gracefully as I could. 

I knelt in my position again and waited.  You drove for awhile, the

tension built.  As you slowed for a stop light I gritted my teeth in

anticipation.  You rammed it up my ass.  I had been ready but still

cried out.  I had broken the rule so you yanked it out and slammed it

home again.  This time I managed to hold back my cry, so you allowed

it to remain.  As you started back up again you grabbed hold of it and

moved it around in me as though you were driving a stick shift.  Only

by biting my hand was I able to keep quiet.

     We took a quick turn and I was unprepared.  I fell away from you

and the dildo was pulled out.

     "Come back to me slave"  I righted myself and slowly returned to

the position.  "Was that the actions of a good slave?"

     "No," I cried.  

     "What?!" you yelled.

     "No, master"  I repeated.

     Stopping again, you leaned towards me and fucked me hard with the

wide tool, slamming it in and pulling it out over and over.  I was

crying non-stop, pleading for your forgiveness.  I didn't know what to

do.  You don't usually become this angry for a small infraction.

     "You have been unbelievably undisciplined.  Hold still while I

put this back and then lie down flat on the floor."  I did as he

asked, trying to quiet my sobs.  He put the dildo back in and pushed

me down.  I lay down and tried to calm down.

     "Slave, do you know why I did that?"  

     I did not answer, you did not expect me to as you continued.

     "I had no intention of even using a dildo.  If I had wanted one I

would have asked for one.  I am tired of you second guessing me and

attempting to control me."  I did not recognize my masters voice, it

was hard, cruel and unforgiving.

     We had been driving in the car, my master occasionally toying

with me for at least an hour when we turned onto a gravel road.  I

lifted my head to keep from slamming it into the floor boards as we

bounced along.  We drove for a few minutes on the rough road, turned,

slowed down and stopped.

     "Get up here"  I quickly moved to obey.

     You turned to me and started putting the harness on.  The

blindfold and gag were quickly followed by the neck collar.  I could

feel my heart racing.  Then arranging some of the front straps you

reclamped my nipples adjusting the tension until they were at the

right level, the pain and pleasure equally balanced.  You know me so

well, though I had made no noise, they were perfectly adjusted.  Two

of straps down my back were joined to those attached to my nipples

holding my breasts in place and transmitting any movement of my upper

body into tugs on the clamps.  The rest of the straps fit lower, more

clamps holding the labia wide open then fitting close around my pussy

and coming together to slide between the cheeks of my ass.  I moaned

as you roughly pinched my clitoris and adjusted the final part of the

harness.  

     "Please master, may I come?" I begged you. 

     "NO" you barked and held me still until the tension in my body

lessened.  I moaned clenching my legs together, not daring to touch

myself, although my hands were free.  When you pushed on the back of

my head, I lowered it to my knees, and the dildo was forced farther

into my ass, my nipples straining with from the clamps.  I was ashamed

to have lost control again.

     The side door of the van opened, you pushed me out the door as

someone outside the van grabbed me.  With the blindfold on I did not

know who it was except as I brushed against them I could tell they

were also naked.  No words were spoken as I was led inside a cooler

space.  I was forced to my hands and knees and felt a leash snapped to

my collar.  A man's voice greeted you and I heard you start to walk

away.  A tug pulled me along, but since I was blindfolded I seemed to

continuously bump into things, I wondered if it was purposely being

done.  We moved at a slow pace, you and the stranger discussing

something in such low tones.  I strained to hear what you were saying

but could only catch a few garbled phrases.  I was very confused, you

had discussed none of this nor had you seemed any different in the

last few days.  I started to feel nervous as we stopped and I heard

you agree with him.

     I was pulled into another room with tile on the floor, it was

cold and hard on my knees, the carpeting of the other rooms had been

very plush and soft.  Someone stood in front of me, I smelled the

leather wax on their shoes and knew it was you.  I have come to know

that smell so well, I could almost see your shoes in front of me,

having polished them so many times.  My leash was removed as you

ordered me to stand.  I stood gracefully, a grace you have taught me. 

My arms were gently grasped by someone at my side and the cuffs were

clipped to a frame.  

     "Spread your legs," a stranger requested.  It sounded like the

same man who had greeted you earlier.  As I quickly obeyed, my ankles

were also clipped.  Both of you walked around me, touching me

occasionally.  I felt proud to be shown, not knowing where I was but

trusting you.  I was happy to be your slave and pleased to have my

body displayed for what seemed to be an appreciative audience.  I

continued to hear the two of you walking around me, discussing the

welts and bruises you left on my body the night before, almost as

though I were a piece of art you were admiring.

     "She has too much pride and not enough humility, has she been

whipped today?" the stranger asked you.

     "No, she also has not had any orgasms, although she was close as

we worked outside.  She is ready for this as you requested." 

     "I ask you to agree to the rules in front of her so she will know

to obey me as she does you," the stranger said.

     "My slave, it is as he says.  He will be acting for me as I find

I cannot do what is necessary," you said. 

     I was worried, you sound disappointed in me and your words

sounded so final.  There was silence for a moment, I felt you gently

touch and caress me, then your chilling words, "I am going out of town

on business and will return in 3 days, you will remain here and your

conduct will determine if we have a future together.  Behave

yourself." 

     My first thought was to the groceries.  Then the reality that you

were leaving me in an unknown spot in a mysterious situation started

to seep in.  For the first time in months I tried to escape my bonds,

tugging and pulling uselessly, crying for you from behind my gag, but

there was no response.  I stayed there, fettered helplessly for what

seemed to be hours.  The muscles in my arms were in agony, my body was

drained of its arousal and I felt exhausted and yet also angry as I

hung there.

     My mind, already overstimulated, went into overdrive.  Every book

I had ever read flashed through my mind.  Where was I?  What part

would I play?  You had said "behave yourself."  I was bound, gaged,

strapped and clamped.  Exactly how much trouble could I get into?  I

tried every relaxation technique I had ever learned without success.

     Finally, I heard the door opening and someone entering.  Then a

crack of a whip in the air and immediately another crack but this time

it was against my thighs.  I tried to twist out of the way, but each

time after a short pause I was caught in a new place, my buttocks, my

breasts, my calves, my arms, finally my clitoris, and then constantly

a riding crop slammed against me.  Here was a familiar, comforting,

arousing feeling that I know well, pain.  I moaned and struggled,

unable to get away and unable to hold still.  After what seemed to be

a hundred strong lashes, it stopped as suddenly as it had started.  I

heard a man breathing harshly as if this whipping had worn him out,

not the heavy breathing of arousal, but of exhaustion.

     "You are ready to be released" he said somewhere from behind me. 

It was not the man I had heard talking earlier with you, I wondered

his place in this unknown occurrence.  So far, there had been at least

two other men, I wondered how many more could there be and why was I

here?  Was I to be used for their pleasure?  You had given me to

others without this sort of secrecy.  Had you sold me?  I had heard

you and others discussing auctions, would I be sold at one?  

     The thoughts continued to race through my head as my ankles were

unclamped and my hands unhooked from the frame and clamped together

behind me.  I started to drop to the floor but was grabbed by my arm,

the muscles screaming in protest and was led out of the room.  I heard

bells tinkling and realized it was coming from the man next to me. 

Before I could imagine what would make this noise I was pushed into

another room and thrust to my knees.  

     I started to bend down into the posture you usually request and a

voice from my nightmares told me to keep my back straight and my

breasts thrust out.  It was a woman.

     Suddenly, I was no longer just frightened but felt terror

creeping into my soul.  I could smell her perfume, heard her high

heels as she walked around me and could sense we had been left alone.

     "We know of your fear and dislike of women, your master suggested

we use it as a method of getting your attention," she said.  "You have

more reasons than your phobia to fear me, though.  Your inattention to

your master has brought you here and you will not be returned to him

without regaining a proper attitude."

     "You have of course read "The Story of O," she started.  I

nodded. "While your master has not requested you to be branded or to

have a heavy chain applied, he has requested your nipples and labia to

be pierced with rings to decorate them.  A new harness will be

constructed to connect these rings for you will wear at all times."  

     "Unlike the book, however, you will be whipped often during your

visit here.  Your master complains you have become too complacent,

occasionally disrespectful and disobedient.  According to him, you no

longer strive for perfection.  These days will remind you of your

place and renew your dedication to him.  When he returns, he will find

four new toys on your body to play with and your behavior corrected." 

As she continued to talk I could hear her walk around me, her shoes

clicking on the floor.

     "It took awhile, but he finally agreed to allow us to leave dark

bruises on most of your body.  For some reason this upset him, but he

could see the importance for this discipline."

     Then she touched me with her soft hands, I shivered in disgust. 

I could feel her starting to remove the harness.  She was being so

gentle and I was so repelled by her that I was no longer aroused. 

After each strap was pulled away she gently rubbed the red mark left

behind.  When she removed the anal plug I did not receive the

customary swat on my bottom, but a gentle caress almost an apology. 

My strong revulsion to her had grown to near hatred.  As she removed

the clamps from my breasts she lowered her head and gently suckled my

nipples.

     It was too much.  I tried to get away, forgetting my hands were

clamped behind me.  I started to fall and she grabbed me and rubbed

her body against mine.  I lost all control and jerked hard away from

her, falling to the floor thrashing violently still trying to escape. 

She laughed triumphantly.  She had goaded me into revealing my

weakness and she was free to use it against me.  She pushed me to the

floor with her body, her hands continuing to slither over my body. 

She pulled my gag from my mouth and began french kissing me, blocking

my attempts to scream.  I struggled but was unable to throw her from

my body.  I used the only defense left me, I bit her.  She reared

back, yanking the rest of the harness off my head.  I could finally

see her.  She looked like a stereotypical bull dyke, full leather and

arrogant.  I spit in her face.  She pulled back her hand to slap me

when the door was yanked open.

     "Don't" a male voice commanded.  We both turned to him.  She got

up and kneeled in front of him.  I was slower to respond, bruised and

shaken by this encounter.  I clumsily attempted to get up from the

floor, but with my hands tied behind my back was unable.  He came

towards me, I cowered, afraid mewling in my throat.  I had lost total

control.  You have the right to give me to anyone you choose and I

betrayed my training.  This man would tell you and my slavery would

end.  I tried to show him my subservience, but instead felt I looked

cowardly and worthless.  When he reached me he grabbed my upper arms

and pulled me to my knees.  He pushed my head down between my legs and

walked away.  My sobs started to diminish as the hysteria lost its

hold on me.

     "Wait here" he ordered, I recognized his voice as the man that

had been with you and I in the tile room.  As he walked away from me

the other female begin to cry, fake crocodile tears.  He must also

have thought they sounded false as he quietly ordered her to shut up

before he had her whipped.  

     She quieted down and started to tell him a warped version of what

had happened.  "Nathan, the bitch tried to escape."  

     He let her carry on with her story for awhile.  I was nearly

ready to speak in my defense when he reminded her of the surveillance

cameras in each room.  She gasped and then began crying in earnest,

begging him to be lenient.

     "Take her away" he said loudly.  The door was opened and two men

entered and half carrying, half dragging pulled her from the room.

     I remained perfectly still.  The temptation was very strong to

smirk at her misfortune, but I was more worried about my own fate.  He

stood in front of me for awhile.  I began to shake, the trepidation

building.  I did not want to break down like the other woman had. 

     "You may look at me." 

     I slowly lifted my head from my knees and took my first close

look at him.  He was about 6'4", very strongly built and handsome in a

rough hewn way.  He was carrying on his belt a riding crop, a cane and

a cat of nine tails.  This man was not here to discuss the weather,

nor did he appear to be playing a game.  Suddenly my arousal returned.

     "Listen carefully.  What Sara said is true, you will be here for

three days and are to be pieced in each nipple and each of your lower

lips.  I am well experienced in this and you will feel no more pain

during the piercing than you would expect during a mild to moderate

discipline session.  You will also be whipped severely."

     As he talked he casually walked around the room as if he had

given this speech a hundred times and was bored with it.  I cautiously

explored the room with my eyes and was surprised.  It looked to be a

combination doctors office and B&D playroom.  There was a regular

doctors bench in the center of the room.  To my left was a wall full

of cabinets that looked more like they belonged in a hospital.  To my

right was the door and 2 sets of cuffs attached to the wall.  In the

far right corner was a man sized sling.

     He continued to talk, but seemed freer with his words.  "As Sara

stated, your master has complained about your recent behavior.  He did

not however want to dismiss you immediately, but rather wanted to give

you a warning and something to remind you of your enslavement to him. 

I will give you the first whipping, the few swats you received in the

outer room doesn't count as a full session.  This whipping is normally

Sara's responsibility, but apparently she still needs some practice in

control of herself and slaves.  She still will give you at least one

whipping, but it will be supervised.  I am Nathan and there are two

others who will be helping me with your training, Tom and Nick.  You

will meet them now." 

     Once again the door opened on his cue, two men average in

appearance but very well built entered the room.  "Tie her to the

bench."  The men pulled me to my feet and walked me to the bench.  I

climbed on top of it after one of them had unclamped my hands and lay

down on my back at their urging.

     "Remain perfectly still," Nathan ordered from behind me.  They

both went to work apparently well practiced, because I was quickly

bound to the table with numerous straps I had not noticed before.  I

was completed immobilized, I could not move except to turn my head.

     "Leave us," he told them.  As they left the room, he walked over

to me and began caressing my breasts pulling gently on my nipples at

first and then gradually became rougher until I moaned.  He

immediately let go and moved lower tugging at my labia in the same

manner, sharply tugging and pinching.  At my moan he once again

stopped and walked away.  

     I followed him with my eyes, he opened a cabinet door and pulled

out a small piece of equipment.  I could not quite see what they were

but my straining to look caught his attention.  He walked back to me,

starring into my eyes.  "Should you be looking at me?" he asked.  I

shook my head no, and looked away.

     I heard him walk back and open and close several drawers.  I

started to smell rubbing alcohol and realized I was not bound to this

table to be whipped, but to be pierced.  My mind was a whir.  I was,

as always, eager to find new ways to serve you, but I had not expected

this to happen.  When we were first getting to know each other you

asked me about piercing my nipples, I remember telling you I didn't

think I was ready.  Apparently you thought the time had come and my

behavior demanded some sort of response.

     As I thought back to my performance of the last few weeks, I

realized what you had said was true.  I had not been as dedicated to

you as I should be.  I didn't know why I had been temperamental and

disobedient, I think maybe I had become accustomed to your occasional

leniencies and wanted to see how far I could push before you pushed

back.  I had my answer.  I vowed to change my behavior, needing your

discipline and affection as much as I need food and water to survive. 

I would be proud to wear the rings and regretted I had forced you to

go to these lengths to remind me of my promise and allegiance to you.

     I heard Nathan approach the table and felt him put a leather

covered bar in my mouth.  He ordered me to bite down on it.  He pulled

at my left nipple and suddenly I felt a sharp tug, a pinch and I heard

the clink of metal.  After watching my face for a moment, gauging my

reaction, he proceeded to my right nipple.  My right and left lower

lip were done just as quickly with no lasting pain involved.

     "Clench down hard on the bar" he commanded.  I did so and

suddenly felt my breasts and cunt on fire.  He had poured rubbing

alcohol on the new rings.  I struggled to get away, dropping the bar

out of my mouth.  Again, he poured more on and unable to help myself I

screamed.

     Silence, total silence.

     I had not screamed without a gag covering my mouth in almost a

year.  If you were here, I knew you would dismiss me immediately, it

is your one unnegotiable rule.  I waited in petrified silence, two

major mistakes in less than an hour.  Nathan turned his back to me and

walked away.  I knew it was over, I would be released.  I sobbed

dejectedly.

     "Slaves do not cry" he scolded. "Your master said a scream from

you would be rare and unexpected, I am not disappointed.  You have

behaved admirably and a scream will not end your torment.  Nor will

it, in this one incident, mean your dismissal."  My sobs dwindled.

     He talked very freely with me as he undid my straps.  I am used

to your silences and this unnerved me a little.  "We will now go into

the room where you will be staying during your visit.  You will not be

fettered unless you show yourself to be untrustworthy and then your

time here will end, and you will be sent home in disgrace.  We do not

have the time or desire to provide constant supervision and with the

piercings just completed, it is not safe for circulation to be cut off

from any area to your body.  Even during your whippings you will

remain untied.  You master assures me you have been whipped this way

before and it should not pose a problem.

     He pulled me to my feet and I looked at my nipples for the first

time.  The rings were plain stainless steel and about an inch in

diameter.  The sight of the metal passing through my body was an odd

one and the areas were very sore.

     We walked down a long quiet richly decorated hall.  Nathan opened

a door and stepped into a bright room, he motioned for me to follow. 

I was happily surprised by the beauty of it.  I had been expecting a

dungeon and was delighted to see a replica of a Victorian bedroom,

lace and flowers everywhere.  I was led to the middle of the room and

told to stretch my arms above my head.  Nathan returned to stand by

the door and when I was fully extended, he flipped a switch lowering a

bar from the ceiling.

     He stopped lowering it when it was to a place where I could grasp

the bar while standing on my toes.  He checked my grip on the bar and

shoved the leather covered gag back in my mouth.  I watched him pull

the riding crop from his belt.  

     I was for the first time in several hours put at ease, being very

familiar with the bite and sting of a well manipulated crop.  He began

very basically, whipping my thighs, my rib cage, going around to my

back and whipping my buttocks and the tops of the backs of my thighs. 

He started in harder, with a well established rhythm and I felt like

purring.  The pain was building, as it always does.  I know each stage

like I know my name, the surface stinging, the spread of the pleasure

that spreads deeper, then the pain that mingles with the pleasure and

finally the release of both sensations into an orgasm.

     Nathan however, also knew the stages for rather than proceeding

past the deep pain, he stopped.  He walked closer and began to gently

caress the areas he had just whipped with such frenzy.  I moaned

through the gag which gained me a smile from his lips and a friendly

pat.

     He walked away from me and set down the crop and pulled the cane

from his belt.  The cane was usually much quicker at proceeding

through the stages, yet again he did not seem to want to let this

happen.  He would get one area very hot and then move on to another. 

He would then return to the first area he had soothing it until just a

small bit of pleasure remained and then whipping me again until the

point of pain.

     I was no longer even trying to hide the moans but they did not

appear to affect him beyond his first smile.  When once again I

thought the break though would occur he walked away and lay down the

cane.  This time he walked back to me with some lotion and began to

gently rub me down.  I sobbed behind my gag, feeling the sting loose

its hold on my body.  The cream must have had an anesthetic property

because the pain was lessening and even the pleasure seemed diminish. 

My body started to relax.

     He walked away again and turned around.  I had closed my eyes.  I

did not want to see the cat-a-nine-tails pulled from his belt but knew

it was next.

     "Open your eyes."  

     I slowly opened my eyes and watched him pull the long knotted

whip loose.

     "Your master says he does not own one of these but borrowed a

friends once when you were drunk.  You pleaded the next day for him to

never use it again and he hasn't.  Actually it took some convincing

for your master to agree to this particular whip.  It was the only

part of the training where he and I disagreed.  He allowed me to make

the judgement and I think this is necessary.  I also made sure he

agreed in front of you before he dropped you off so you would know it

was his choice.  I will be sending you home with one of these as a

going home present." 

     He walked around me swishing me with the whip, taunting me.  He

stopped in back of me and I could no longer feel the whip against me. 

I tensed, knowing the whipping would begin, but once again he gently

caressed me with the whip.  He played this game several times.  I was

beside myself, tense and nervous as if it was my first whipping.

     And then slash, the whip struck me across my back and I twisted

away, exposing my front to him, slash, the whip splayed across the top

six inches of my thighs.  I twisted again, feeling like a marionette. 

The pain built, there was no pleasure, my escape was nowhere near.  He

slashed again and again.  I was helpless, ready to scream from the

agony and then I felt myself falling, an orgasm ripping through my

body.  I fainted from the powerful sensation.

     I awoke in the dark.  I moved only slightly and the whole day's

happening returned to me.  I began to cry, begging for you to forgive

me and to come back for me.  The door to my room opened and one of the

young men I had seen earlier came in.  I cringed away from him as he

turned on the light.  He had a plate of food and a bottle of medicine

on a tray.

     "Get out of bed and grasp the bar," he ordered.  I was frightened

and could not stand.  "You are not to be whipped now, just cleaned and

feed," he said in an exasperated tone of voice.  He pulled the cover

from my body and pulled me from the bed to the center of the room. 

Lifting my arms above my head I grasped the bar.  Even this little bit

of movement brought a groan from me, my muscles screaming from the

whipping I received.  He took the bottle from the tray and poured some

on my nipples.  As the hydrogen peroxide bubbled, I released a breath

of relief glad it was not rubbing alcohol.

     "You will have to sit down to allow me to clean the lower rings." 

I followed him to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub as

he gently finished his task.

     "You will be left alone until morning.  You are allowed to read,

eat and sleep, but you must not touch yourself.  Are these orders

clear?"  I nodded my head and he watched as he left the room.

     I heard a click of a lock and knew I was alone.  In the bright

light of the bathroom I examined my rings closer.  The areas were

still slightly painful, but no more so than they are after being

tightly clamped.  The rings were very plain, I had seen other slaves

in the last year with rings and remembered your comments as to the

beauty of their piercing.  I liked these rings.  You have always

dressed me plainly, my harness, all of my slave trappings are very

plain.  The only vanity you have ever allowed me is my long hair.  My

beauty, you have always said, is enough decoration and must always

shine through.  I am not to cover or diminish it with silly feminine

trappings.  When I had first seen these I was disappointed, but after

remembering your tastes and preference, I realized that you had picked

them specifically for me.  

     The rest of my body was covered in bruises, reminders of an

expert's whipping.  You have whipped me severely only a few times,

twice in a fit of fury and once, when we were drunk to see how much I

could take.  Yet, you had never been as harsh or had struck as deeply

as this man had done.  I have always known that you could not take me

this far and was somewhat reassured by your reluctance.  I put my

whole life in your hands and, although lately I had not performed

perfectly, I hoped your dedication to me would remain the same.

     I went back into the bedroom and carefully sat down on the edge

of a chair to enjoy a much needed meal.  The food was well prepared

and I devoured it quickly.  I went to the bookcase to find something

to read but suddenly felt sleepy.  I stretched out on my back, very

carefully and fell asleep.  

     I awoke on my own.  The sun streaming in the windows filled the

room with its intense light.  As I sat up, my door was opened and the

same young man from last night came in.  As he set down my breakfast

tray,  I noticed last night's tray had been removed while I slept. 

When he motioned to the bar, I climbed out of bed and grasped it as I

had the night before.  Once again he swabbed my nipples with peroxide

and led me to the bathroom.  He began talking to me as he sat me down

to clean my rings.

     "You have a half hour until inspection by Master Nathan, you must

be showered, finished with your breakfast and gripping the bar with

your gag in place.  There are no clocks in these rooms so you will

just have to go on your own judgement.  Do not forget there are

cameras in each room and we can tell if you have obeyed our orders and

any deviation will be harshly treated."  

     As he left the room, I started the shower, then washed up

quickly.  I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush and paste left on the

sink and hurried into the bedroom to eat my breakfast.  I did not know

if a half hour had passed, but did not want to take any chances.  I

grasped the bar and stood in the required position.  I had been there

for only a few minutes when the door opened.  It was Nathan, dressed

similarly to yesterday, with all three whips on his belt.

     "Understand this," he growls.  "You will be whipped four times

today.  I have arranged these whippings in the order of severity and

the skill of the tormentor.  I will whip you now, I am sure you

remember my skill from yesterday.  Tom, my head assistant, will whip

you after lunch.  He has a lot of experience, but not my strength. 

Nick, the man who has had the responsibility of your care will whip

you after tea and Sara will whip you after the communal dinner for the

entertainment of us all.  She is not as strong or as experienced as

the rest of us, but more than makes up for this in her knowledge of

women and her ingenuity."

     "This schedule will be repeated tomorrow with Sara giving you her

whipping after dinner in this room.  I will be in the room to

supervise, not to stop her, just correct her actions and to teach her

the signs of the stages of pain.  I will not interfere unless she

draws blood."

     "I must tell you one additional thing.  I am very impressed with

your performance.  I have never had the pleasure of whipping an untied

female slave until they reached that special place of release you

found last night.  They have always cowered or cried until I was so

repulsed I could go no farther with their punishment.  You were a good

slave and your excellent performance will be reported to your master." 

Nathan turned back and looked at me and we both discovered at the same

time I had forgotten the bar I was to use as a gag.  He quietly walked

to the table beside the bed and brought to me.  He placed it in my

mouth and with a teasing slap on my bottom, walked away from me.  As

he had yesterday he stood in front of me and pulled out his riding

crop.

     "This will be virtually the same whipping you received yesterday,

but of course with your bruises it will seem much harsher." 

     He began hitting me with the crop.  The pleasure started to

build, I was surprised.  My body seemed so sore yet it was responding

with the same zest it always does to the crop.  As the feeling grew, I

knew he was intentionally arousing me.  

     Yesterday when the whipping started I was aroused, but, as you

know I am not a morning person and did not feel excited when he

arrived in the room this morning.  Even Nathan's words of praise did

not heighten my desire.  I gathered he must have sensed this and was

building a pleasure plateau so the pain would have a good base and I

would be able to handle more strokes.

     As I thought these things Nathan began to strike harder, aiming

carefully for the heavy bruises from last night.  Here was the pain I

was expecting.  Like last night, he would build me to a fiery pitch

and then step away.  Finally he walked away from me lay down the crop

and pulled out the cane.  "Do you remember my little friend?" he

asked.  I nodded at him as he approached me.

     "Shouldn't you be looking down?".  Horrified I lowered my head. 

"I believe this is the second time I have had to remind you of your

place and of a very simple rule, isn't it?"  Once again I nodded.  

     "If anyone catches you looking up again, I am afraid the rules

will change and another beating will be in order.  I really am

appalled by your bad behavior."

     As he said this last statement he began striking me with the

cane.  Like last night, heating up an area and then caressing it until

the pain subsided, moving on to a new area with the cane.  He walked

away and returned with the bottle of lotion.  I began to panic as I

remembered the night before, I was afraid I would not be able to let

him strike with the whip.  As he walked away I began to sob, the sound

seemed loud in the quiet room my gag held back most of my cries.  He

stood in front of me for a long time.  My cries grew louder and

hoarser, I could not stop and began to feel hysteria pulling at my

body.  I crumbled to the floor.  Horribly ashamed but unable to move I

lay there and cried.  He walked over to me and gently pulled me to my

feet.

     "I give you permission to look into my eyes."  I slowly looked

up, I was surprised by the passion lurking there.  I was mesmerized by

his eyes.  "Please hold the bar for me.  It hurts, I know it does. 

Remember last night, there is an end and it is a release we both

need." 

     I felt my arms lifting, seemingly of their own accord.  I grasped

the bar while still staring deep in his eyes.  I looked away but not

in time to miss seeing him pull the knotted whip free.  He swished it

against my body but did not play much this time.  The first slash was

actually a relief.  It was gentler than I remembered, it was still

painful, but it did seem not as hurt much as my imagination had built

it up.  

     He whipped me several more times, then stood in front of me

again.  "I must bring this to its proper conclusion, it would be

unfair to you if I did not."  

     Then the real pain hit, if anything my imagination had been kind. 

The burning slash of the whip made my body feel as though it was on

fire.  I dropped the gag and screamed.  He did not stop, slashing

harder to each of my screams.  I felt something build in me and began

to feel like I had felt the night before.  

     As I fell, I experienced a mind bending explosion of pleasure and

then collapsed unconscious to the floor.

     When I awoke I was once again on the bed and a tray with my lunch

was beside me.  I quickly ate and then found the gag under my bed

where it had rolled earlier.  I grasped the bar and hung my head to

wait for the next whipping.  As I waited, I thought back to my

experience in this place, I began to wonder about my actions during

the whippings.  Nathan had said he was surprised, but it could have

been no more than I.  You have always disciplined me we.  I usually

don't even need to beg for an end, you have always ended my punishment

when I seemed at my limit.  Nathan pushed this limit and it frightened

me.  Would I be able to feel the same with you?  Or would this now

become my new limit?  My thoughts began to blur and I began to wonder

about the beating with Tom.  Would he take me as far as Nathan had? 

Could I stand it again?  My body was covered in deep purple bruises

and the welts were too numerous to count.  At the back of my mind, a

dangerous place for thoughts to start, came the realization that I had

allowed this abuse to my body, and stayed in place not just once, but

twice, of my own free will.  I had allowed a stranger to whip me until

I passed out.  Tension began to build.  What was I doing here?  What

would happen next?  Would I allow it?

     The door to my room opened and to my surprise, Nathan entered the

room.

     "You may lower your arms and kneel before me."  I looked at his

face and then quickly looked away remembering his warning.  Releasing

the bar I walked the two steps towards him and knelt at his feet. 

After seeing him again, I could have no more disobeyed his commands

than stop breathing.

     "You were not expecting to see me were you?"  he started.  I

shook my head no, clenching my gag hard with my teeth.  I had been

expecting Tom, and a much gentler whipping.  Seeing Nathan I began to

shake.

     "I know you are confused, I have been watching you for the past

few minutes.  Your emotions show very clearly on your face.  You are

now wondering what you should do."  He was right.  I was torn between

my loyalty to you and my new found feelings for Nathan.

     "You fear me don't you?   You seemed afraid of Sara.  It was not

just her though, was it?  It could have been any female.  This thing

you feel for me is past that feeling though.  I have taken you farther

than you dreamed possible."  He had been standing in front of me idly

playing with his cat-of-nine-tails.  I nervously watched the ends of

it dance to his stroking.  He walked away, pacing almost, as he

continued to talk. 

     "I am intrigued by you.  Your master called while you slept to

check on your progress.  I told him about your whipping.  We discussed

your schedule and the severity of the whippings you have experienced

thus far.  I complimented him on your endurance training.  He didn't

answer for awhile.  Finally he said he does not strike you as severely

as I described to him.  He was surprised you could tolerate so much. 

I continued to describe your actions, telling him about the second

whipping and your ready acceptance of my dominance.  I asked if he had

increased his discipline with you during your recent period of

disobedience.  He admitted he hadn't, hoping it was a phase, not

really wanting to add to your discipline."

     Nathan sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to me.  As I

started to stand, he said "Crawl to me."  I dropped to my hands and

started towards him.  "Quickly slave."  I hastened my pace and when I

was within arms distance he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I

was looking directly in his eyes.  

     "You needed more didn't you?  You couldn't ask him though, that

wouldn't be right."  He stroked my hair as he continued talking. 

"Your master has asked that you be allowed to stay here an extra day

so he can watch you during a session when he returns from his trip. 

He also wants to learn the technique so he will be able to repeat this

performance at home with you." 

     "Your schedule will have to be changed.  Usually when we do a

set-up for a piercing session, we plan a schedule to leave the slave

drained of any defiance or anger towards their master.  Surprisingly

some slaves do not appreciate the symbols of ownership they have been

given.  Yours are plain, but we have observed you admiring them

several times."  I blushed then, remembering the times I had looked at

them and imagined Nathan watching me.

     "As much as I would like to continue with the schedule I had set

up for you, we do not want your strength and resilience depleted on

the day your master arrives."  Nathan's hand moved lower and began

toying with my nipple.

     "Here is my proposal to you.  This is a large complex with many

slaves in various stages of training.  Actually a very small

percentage are here for piercings, so we have only one floor of our

smallest wing dedicated toward this effort.  For the next two days, I

propose you to sample certain parts of our discipline programs.  It is

my hope and expectation that you will choose not to return to a master

who does not fulfill your special needs but to stay here as a slave

with myself as your master.  I can give you the strong discipline you

seem to crave."   At his last statement, I looked into his eyes and

saw a deep erotic arousal in his eyes and something I could not

fathom.  Anticipation perhaps, but I could not be sure.  He slapped my

face then, and gently rubbed the marks that surfaced.  My breasts, one

at a time, received the same attention.  I tried to look back down at

the ground but he grabbed my chin and forced me to watch his face as

he continued.  

     "Your master and I talked for quite some time.  He told me your

relationship had started out with a very strong discipline program. 

He had hoped you would mellow and not require such a heavy hand later

on.  He said recently he had started easing up on you.  I offered him

a very good deal concerning his ownership.  I have several slaves

ready to be released to masters that offer the strength of discipline

he is comfortable giving."

     "He stopped me at this point, saying that the two of you were

very close and he was uncertain about wanting to train another slave

to his needs.  I assured him this could be worked out, but he seemed

unwilling to discuss it further so I let the subject drop.  I will

give the two of you some time alone when he arrives and some time

after our session together that day to talk about the opportunity you

are both being given," he paused.  

     "Grasp the bar."  The words were so unexpected that I froze for a

moment and slowly stood up.  Too slowly apparently because he whipped

out the cat-of-nine tails and slashed the back of my thighs.  I

hastened my steps and yet he did not stop the slashings even after I

had grasped the bar.

     "I love whipping you this way.  You are free to leave the bar. 

You grunt with every slash, but I can see there is enjoyment in the

torment for you.  I am very glad, for there is a great deal of

pleasure for me."  He came around and faced me, holding up my chin so

I looked him in the eye.  "Do you like my whip?"  I did nothing.  He

took the gag out of my mouth and asked me again, "Do you like my

whip?"  This was the first opportunity I had to speak since I arrived

and did not know what to say.  I am not a talker, you tease me about

it often enough.  I shook my head no.  It was the truth I did not like

the whip.  It is too harsh with only a little pleasure at the

beginning of the strokes, I did however like the whipping.  I like

being a target for aggression and dominance.  It is the same thing as

allowing you to clamp and unclamp my nipples, after awhile there is

only pain, but it is what you want and I like to serve you and know

that I am pleasing you.  The pain then becomes my pleasure.

     He had been standing still in front of me watching me and then

let me go.  I had lowered my eyes long before, I was uncomfortable

with the intenseness of his emotions and felt as if I was being untrue

to you.

     "I don't like wanting you like this," Nathan started awkwardly. 

"It takes away the challenge from both of us.  If you stay you will

probably see my desire again but only as we fall asleep."  

     "I want to fuck you.  With the same style I whipped you, hard

uncompromising but with great attention to detail.  I can imagine you

in a thousand positions, each slightly different from the rest, each

paying specific attention to a part of your body.  I picture your

upper body suspended off a table by mere inches by the rings through

you nipples.  Your ass at the edge of my bed, ready for me to walk up

and slam my cock deep into your cunt.  Your master mentioned you like

having your ass fucked but that he did not enjoy it.  It is the reason

for the dildo he has you wear.  He had hoped that it would loosen you

and improve his pleasure, but it still does not excite him to fuck you

there.  I will.  Often.  You will not need a dildo, there are enough

slaves around here for me to share you with that you should always be

satisfied sexually and my whippings should help you maintain this

contentment."  

     His words were so powerful that I was panting, my mouth slightly

open.  I felt flushed and deeply aroused.  He lowered my arms and

started brushing my nipples.  It was the first sexual attention that

had been paid to them since you removed my clamps yesterday.  My

nipples tightened as my breasts started to swell.  The rings felt

heavy and when he tugged on them I moaned and arched into his hands. 

He led me to the bed and pushed me down on it.  He was not gentle, and

was arousing me with his rough caresses.  He would scrape his

fingernail across my deep welts and pull back to watch me moan with

the exhilaration.  I had long since closed my eyes, but opened them as

he touched my clitoris.  It must have been standing upright for him to

grab it so quickly, he pulled hard on it.  I tried to pull away

feeling an orgasm building, but he would not let me go.  I came,

moaning and thrashing on the bed, yet still he did not release me. 

His hand continually pulled at my clit wrenching harsher moans out of

me and then gasps of pure pleasure as his other hand pulled on my

nipples.  I felt the bed shift and as he lay down on me I realized he

had uncovered his cock.  He let go of my clit and I started to relax. 

He placed my legs on his shoulders and drove his cock into me.  He was

not long, but quite wide, and I nearly passed out with pleasure.  I

loved being fucked this way, immobile without being tied.  My thigh

muscles were pushed to their limits, and his body slammed into my clit

each time he thrust his cock deep into me.  His hand on the outside of

my thighs pinched and pulled at the bruises and welts he had given me. 

He was grunting loud in pace with his hard thrusts.  He moved faster

and then pushing my legs harder into my chest he pulled his cock out

of my cunt and stuffed it up my ass.  Feeling him tear me open sent me

over the edge, and I came, screaming loudly, begging him not to stop. 

He granted my request for a few strokes and then pulled his cock out

and jerked himself off across my stomach.  We both collapsed, my legs

tumbled down on to the bed as he released them and we fell asleep.

     I awoke to someone pulling on my nipple rings, when I realized

how I was positioned, I was surprised to have slept through any of it. 

I felt confused, and wondered about the odd smell in my nostrils. 

Looking around I discovered I was in a large room, it appeared to be a

dining room.  I suddenly remembered Nathan saying something earlier

about my being whipped by Sara after the communal dinner, but after he

had said my schedule was changed I hadn't really thought about it. 

The man pulling my nipple rings was unfamiliar to me and walked away

as I stirred.  Both my hands were tied together and held securely

above my head.  My legs seemed free to move but felt very heavy.  When

I lifted one I discovered my cuffs were connected to a 2 foot chain

attached to rings in the floor.  I was curious as to why there should

be so much slack when I felt two people behind pull my legs apart. 

When I tried to turn my head a third person jerked my hair and pulled

my head back so I was looking at the ceiling.  

     "You will not turn your head, you will not look down, you will

not make a sound," Sara's voice pounded through my head.  My legs were

well spread now, my inner thigh muscles screamed with pain.  I felt

something scrape against my clit, and then it was pulled away.  

     Smack, a crop was being used between my legs.  It was not

accurately aimed and fell on my thighs.  Several more attempts to hit

that very delicate spot between my legs failed to hit the mark.  The

crop still hurt as my inner thighs were not usually targets for the

crop.  I closed my eyes imagining someone else hitting me, trying to

picture you, but instead only being able to see Nathan.  I forced my

eyes open.  I should not be imagining him.  You are my master.  You

deserve my devotion.  You have seen me through several phases of

training and have been very good to me.  

     Sara, still trying to hit my clit, had given up on aiming and

just worked the odds, hitting me as hard and fast as she could in this

very awkward position.  My thighs ached.  I certainly was not going to

let her know that she was having any affect on me.  She was starting

to loose control and I hoped that what Nathan had said earlier about

her being supervised was true.  It then occurred to me that as I had

looked around the room earlier it had been empty and if this was a

communal whipping, it should not have been.  My anger grew as I came

to the conclusion that this bitch was striking me without permission

or as Nathan had put it "supervision."

     "Let me down, you bitch," I calmly spoke.  "You do not have

permission to have me here."

     "You are quite right about that," Sara replied.  "It just doesn't

matter anymore.  He doesn't want me any more, he wants you, so you'll

pay."  She walked away and I heard someone at my side try to

discourage her from moving on to the next step.

     "If you cannot handle it you may leave.  I don't want her spread

for this whipping anyway," she said to them.  I felt my legs released

and was glad to be able to support my body with them.  My arms were

stretched from holding the bar during my whippings and the pain

increased while I had been supporting most of my weight with them.

     "If you use that whip on her, he will use it on you.  She may be

able to handle it, but you certainly can't.  You cry with the cane." 

It was a young male from the sound of his voice, very unsure of

himself.

     "Leave if you can't take it, get out!"  She was shouting now,

apparently the boy was not the only one sure of himself.  This

revelation did nothing to ease the dread building in me.  I assumed

she had a cat-of-nine-tails in her hands and was considering using it

on me.  A inept strike against my legs confirmed my thoughts.  I was a

little concerned.  I had seen friends whose masters had tried to use

this particular type of whip with no experience cause real damage and

scarring and I didn't want it to happen to me.  I began to try to

think of a way out of it.  She continued to lash at me, with poorly

timed and aimed strokes.  She was improving though.  I was sure there

were the starts of new welts on my back.  I wondered if there was any

way to stop this but assumed since no one had come to my rescue so far

that help was unlikely.  I decided to try faking my pain and see if

she was inexperienced enough to buy it.  I grunted at the next hard

switch.

     "So, you're starting to like it, I'm glad, there will be a lot to

follow."  

     She kept up the same stroke and I kept grunting, occasionally

moaning, not really interested.  It hurt, but Nathan had been able to

hit me accurately and timed the strokes better.  I stopped myself, I

should not be thinking of Nathan and definitely should not remember

the feelings he aroused in me.  While I was thinking about this I had

forgotten to grunt, so Miss Bitch decided to go a little harder.  She

was groaning and wheezing with the effort, but since she didn't seem

to realize that a snap with the whip was what was called for in these

situations, she was wearing herself out faster than me.  I certainly

wasn't going to correct her technique so I just increased my fake

grunts as she increased pressure.  I threw in a few sobs now and then,

trying to squeeze some fake tears, but not having much luck. 

Fortunately my face was towards the ceiling so she really couldn't

tell.

     "I find a snap of the wrist is really more effective Sara."  It

was Nathan.  We both froze.  I was uncertain of his intent, was he

going to show her how to whip me well or did he have other things in

mind?

     "Let me show you."  Apparently Sara gave him the whip because he

first showed her a better grip for the whip.

     "Stand near her so you can see the action of the whip," Nathan

told her.  I tensed, knowing that this wouldn't be a gentle one.  I

heard the crack of the whip and a cry of pain, but realized it wasn't

mine.  He had struck Sara with the whip and then continued to hit her. 

I felt her fall against my legs, and then curl up trying to get away

from him and the whip.

     "Release her," Nathan said it very quietly, but I didn't think

Sara heard over her sobs.  Someone else was in the room and the cuffs

on my arms were untied from the ceiling.  Sara was still huddled

against my bound legs.  I dropped my arms as soon as they were

unfastened and rubbed the soreness from them.  I did not move anything

else.  Nathan sounded to be in a foul mood and I did not want to anger

my master.

     As I stood there, Sara sobbing at my feet, someone working on my

ankle cuffs, I realized that once again I had thought of Nathan as my

master.  You had allowed others to punish me and the thought of them

as my master had not occurred to me.  I didn't understand the

difference and was troubled.

     I was still looking at the ceiling when I heard Nathan tell

someone to "help her down."  I expected to feel Sara pulled from

around my feet, when I felt someone grasp my hand.  I looked down and

Nick was gently pulling me down from the platform.  We walked down two

steps and Nick turned me around to face the platform.

     "Tie Sara in the same position."  Nick let me go and leaped up to

the platform.  He seemed to take great pleasure in tugging Sara into

place.  He wasn't gentle, bringing tears to her eyes as he pulled on

her arms.  She kicked him as he tried to tie her ankles.

     "Never mind, Nick, I can whip her just as well this way."

     Nathan stepped closer to Sara and pulled his whip off his belt. 

"I have never whipped you this way before, Sara.  You should have told

me you wanted it, I would have been glad to oblige."  Sara started

begging him not to hit her.  Nathan ignored her and pulled his whip

back to strike.  For some reason I could not watch and looked down. 

At the sound of the first strike I heard a blood curling scream and

then silence.

     "Damn it she's fainted.  Nick, revive our prima donna," Nathan

sounded thoroughly disgusted.  Nick stepped back on the platform and

slapped Sara's face.  She came to, moaning.  Nathan slashed again. 

Another scream and then silence.

     "Leave her alone," Nathan told Nick as he made to revive her

again.  Take her to punishments in an hour, leave her hanging her

until then."  Sara had begun to moan as Nathan talked.  Another slash

quieted her.

     I did not know what to do.  This type of situation had never

arisen between us.  I was a little worried about reprisals.  I could

think of nothing I had done wrong.  I wasn't really hurt, a little

sore in spots, but I had already been that way from my previous

whippings.  Nathan walked around Sara and headed over in my direction,

I kneeled before him as he walked down the stairs.  I knew in that

moment, that if were to command me I would do anything, whether I

thought it was with your wishes or against.  I was mortified.  You had

been carefully training me for nearly two years now and I was ready to

betray all you had taught me.

     "On your feet and follow me,"  Nathan said as he passed me.  I

stood up and did as he requested.  We walked out of the dinner room

and down a barely lit hall.  Several of the rooms were open, they

appeared to be austere quarters, each had a bed and several sets of

cuffs.  Some of the cuffs were near the bed, some suspended from the

ceiling, and others against the walls.  I wondered if the doors that

were closed had occupants restrained in their cuffs. 

     Nathan turned a corner and headed up a flight of stairs.  As I

followed I noticed as I took each step my legs brushed past each other

and my lower rings clanked together.  It was a very pleasant sound. 

It occurred to me that when I first arrived and heard bells jingling,

they were probably hung from a slave's rings.  Nathan and I were

nearing a second flight of stairs, when someone called his name. 

Nathan turned to me and pushed my head down, saying "Kneel".

     "Yes, what is it?" he sounded exasperated.

     "There is a fight in the exercise yard.  Three slaves have pinned

Gregory to the ground and are beating him.  They have locked the door

from their side and no one can find the extra key.  May I borrow

yours?"

     "No, I will see to this myself.  Take this slave to my room and

bind her right arm to the bed frame, leave her to sleep for a few

hours, but lock the door behind you.  Allow no one to punish her, she

does not know the rules so she may unwittingly break a few."  Nathan

turned away and then turned back.  "Oh yes, she has earned the right

to walk there."

     I nearly beamed with pleasure.  I had done something (I didn't

have a clue what it could have been) that had pleased him.  I felt

like I floated the rest of the way.

     Upon entering Nathan's bedroom I let out a grasp.  It was every

one of my fantasies together in one room.  The room was dark, dark

green wallpaper with a masculine print.  A large king size bed

dominating the wall opposite the door.  There appeared to be a balcony

off the wall to our left and a bathroom off to our right.  The

gentleman led me into the bathroom and telling me to hurry closed the

door.  I quickly relieved myself and brushed my hair with a brush on

the sink.  As I was pulling my blond hairs from the brush, the door

opened.  I put down the brush and followed him out of the room.

     "Lie down on your back in the center of the bed and raise your

right arm above your head towards the headboard," he told me sounding

rather bored with the whole activity.  I did as he said and felt him

bind my wrist as Nathan had requested.  He then checked my rings,

tugging each.  I assumed he was making sure there were no

complications to my piercing, he had a very bored expression on his

face and seemed to be hurrying to get out of the room.

     "You may not leave the bed.  The surveillance camera is on

although when Nathan returns I am sure he will turn it off again. 

Nathan may be only a few minutes or he could be several hours.  I

suggest you do as he suggested and get some sleep.  He will probably

be in a foul mood when he returns so I would watch my behavior."  As

he finished this lecture he walked towards the door and walked out,

closing the door behind him.  I heard the lock click and wondered at

the sound.  Did they think I was Houdini and could free from a locked

chain.  Looking closer at my cuff, I understood.  It was a simple

buckle that I could easily undo.  Of course I had no desire to do so

and following Nathan's suggestion settled myself deeper into the

covers for some sleep.  I awoke what seemed to be much later.  The

muscles that had seemed only slightly sore when I fell asleep we

knotted from remaining still for so long.  I started stretching each

one, as I had done several times before after a good bondage session. 

The same languor filtered though my body relaxing me until I fell

asleep again.  When I awoke this time the sensations were much more

pleasant.  Nathan was stroking my clit.  I stretched my other arm over

my head and arched my back, showing my pleasure to him.  

     "Good morning sleepyhead.  You slept nearly 15 hours, nearly a

new record."  His strokings were becoming rougher and more rapid.  I

was making mewling sounds in my throat and had not lowered my arm. 

When he stopped I opened my eyes and watched as he bound my left wrist

to my right.  

     "This is your day of discovery."  Nathan purred in my ear.  "By

the end of today I hope to have convinced you to stay with me.  Before

we leave this room I must explain a few rules.  The most important to

understand is that you must never look anyone in the eyes, not slaves,

servants and most definitely not the masters.  Each class is very easy

to distinguish by looking at their ankles and feet.  Slaves are bare

footed and cuffed.  Servants are bare footed with no cuffs and masters

always have on some sort of foot wear.  Slaves are never permitted to

address anyone, but if one should try to talk to you, ignore them

totally.  Servants are to be answered if they ask you a direct

question and then your answer should be only 'Yes, sir', 'No, Sir', or

'I don't know, Sir.'  Masters receive the same replies only the word

Master is used instead of Sir.  You may address me in this chamber as

Sir, Master or Master Nathan, outside these rooms I am only Master." 

     He paused in his lecture and opened a dresser drawer.  "I am now

going to replace your rings with a set with my markings on them.  They

are not permanent, but will help identify you during the day.  Several

of the staff have been notified of my plans for you and will be

helping you in your explorations.  When we are outside this room and

anyone approaches us you must immediately kneel to the ground and

place your forehead at my feet.  I will want to show you to several of

the masters here and this is how all slaves are displayed.  You will

walk upright unless you are being punished or I am showing off your

lovely bottom."

     "Your training will not follow our usual routine for new slaves. 

You are past several of our training steps and backtracking to lighter

punishments would merely bore you.  However you are not quite ready

for advanced slave tactics.  This change will take some work on my

part and right at this moment I have no extra time.  You will just be

exploring for now." 

     I felt the bed lower on my left side, but did not dare to look at

Nathan.  I wanted to see his face again, but after his lecture did not

want to break a simple rule.  Nathan made short work of replacing the

rings, not even pinching or teasing me as he did so.  He released my

arms and pulled me off the bed.

     "First we will go to have your harness fitted.  You were measured

while you slept so this will not take long.  Then we are going to eat

breakfast together.  I will feed you as your arms will be bound behind

your back.  I decided purposely on this style of harness to show off

your lovely breasts that will show prominately and proudly my rings of

ownership.  It will take some practice learning to get up and down

without using your arms for balance so we will work on that during the

break between dinner and exhibitions."  

     "After you are settled here I will schedule you for an

exhibition.  You are unique and I want to show your special skill to

my colleagues.  Please note that I said when.  You have already

decided to stay.  I saw it in the dining room and as you woke up.  We

will discuss it later."

     We left the room.  I followed him almost walking on air.  I had

found something I did not even know I had lost.  I was content,

excited and very aroused.  I felt like a frisky puppy being taken out

for a walk.

     We went down a flight of marble stairs, very cold on the feet to

a long thickly carpeted hallway.  Nathan opened a set of double doors

and pushed me though.  The room inside was spectacular.  The walls in

front of me and to my left were nearly solid windows, the light and a

view of a sloping green hill filled the room.  There were plants

throughout the room some reaching to the 15' ceiling seemingly

bringing the outdoors inside.

     There were a lot of slaves in the room.  More than I have ever

seen in one place, including conventions we have attended.  There

appeared to be a classroom in one area.  About thirteen slaves were

chained in a semi-circle and there were several masters walking around

them trying different whips and techniques with an older man

occasionally offering suggestions.  Some of the slaves actually looked

bored and half asleep.  Next to the windows were slaves kneeling in

front of a phallus covered bench and were receiving lessons in cock

sucking.  I continued to stare around the room as Nathan grabbed my

left nipple ring and tugged me behind him. 

     "You really need a leash, but you'll learn better manners."  I

looked up at his words, his voice sounding teasing and his face was

covered with a big smile.  I looked down embarrassed by my curiosity. 

This feeling was soon forgotten as we passed an area with three foot

high sides that seemed full of people.  At first it was hard to tell

if it was a wrestling match or an orgy, but as all the participants

seemed to be slaves, I guessed it was both.  There were arms and legs

everywhere.  Nathan tugged me again and we passed a eight foot high

screen.  The area had partitions on three sides and each was filled

with leather paraphanalia.  There were strips of leather of all sizes,

some were made into whips, crops, cat-a nine-tails and blindfolds. 

Some looked tangled into knots and others were obviously finished

harnesses.

     "Nathan" a little man greeted my master.  I knelt to the ground. 

"I had almost given up on you.  Is this the lady with such exquisite

measurements?"

     I was trying very hard to keep my eyes on the ground, but was

intensely curious.  I was on my knees and this man seemed to be even

shorter than I.  His hands were very calloused and stained.  He walked

around me and then turned toward one of the walls of leather.

     "Nathan, we have another problem."  A new voice called from

across the room.

     "Wait a minute, I will be right with you," Nathan answered.  He

grasped my chin and turned my face to his.

     "Stay here and do as Mick asks you and when he is finished stay

where he leaves you."

     "Mick," Nathan turned towards the short man, "she is virtually 

untrained, not that this isn't glaringly obvious, but I don't want her

training to be mishandled so be careful.  When you are finished let

her watch the rooms activity.  I don't know how long I'll be."  Nathan

walked away.

     Mick came to me and pulled my chin up until my back was very

straight.  "Lift your arms straight over your head and keep that back

straight.  Nathan was quite right about one thing, you do slouch.  I

think this harness will hold you upright."  He stood behind me and

removed my collar.  I felt a smaller one put in it's place.  Wrist and

ankle cuffs were next, each fit very tightly and had several rings

dangling from them.  

     I had continued to kneel after Nathan left, but without the

strict discipline I felt when he was near, I began to relax and look

around.  The area was partially separated from the rest of the room

with plants, but I could see some of the activity.  A group of women

to my right seemed out of place.  The room was very bright and they

were dressed in evening clothes and were walking about a small area. 

On closer inspection they were also wearing chains around their ankles

and very high heels.  Every once in awhile a slave would stumble and

would be whipped until they were standing again.  The slaves walking

carefully around the area looked similar to the grace lessons you have

spent so much time giving me.  You were not as harsh though and much

more substantive with your praise.  

     The next area held several male slaves, bent over at the waist

and were holding something in their teeth.  Every once in awhile one

would loose their balance, fall and a hoarse cry could be heard. 

Finally, a master relieved on of the slaves and I could see that an

elaborate harness connected a strap in their teeth to a cuff at the

base of their cocks.  When they moved the strap would shorten and pull

on their engorged penis.  I cringed thinking about the pain. 

Suddenly, Mick grabbed my throat collar and jerked my head to the

floor.

     "Who told you to look around bitch?  Keep your head lowered and a

respectful demeanor."  Mick grabbed a crop and started whipping my

exposed crack.  I  fought my anger at being whipped by a man not my

master.  I had done nothing that Nathan hadn't already told me I was

going to be able to do.  I had not been given express permission, but

who did this jerk think he was?

     "Stop."  I cried and brought my head up from the ground. 

Apparently this was the wrong thing to do because Mick became

infuriated.

     "What are you doing, bitch, head back on the ground and shut up. 

Nathan left you with me and you will accept my discipline and rules as

you do his."  Mick had grabbed my hair as he said this and slammed my

forehead into the plush carpet it had been resting on.  It didn't

really hurt, but I had been roughed up enough.  I waited until he let

go of my hair and raised my head.  Mick slapped my face and pulled me

to my feet.

     "Thank you my pretty little slave, direct disobedience earns you

some time with my strap, come with me."  He pulled me towards him I

could not stand fully, he was shorter than I and had a painful grip on

my hair.

     "Stan, come over here and help me with a disrespectful slave." 

Mick called out.  A man who had been watching the male slaves with

their harnesses jumped to his feet and walked over.

     "Who is this pretty little slut, Mick?"  He said as he started to

clip my hands to the cuffs I had seen earlier.

     "Haven't you heard about Nathan's new slave, the one who could

take so much from his cat.  Apparently Nathan is the only one she

obeys, maybe Sara was right and she is not ready to join us."  

     As I listened I wondered exactly what had been said about me and

how Sara was involved.  I knew I didn't want to run into her again.  I

cried out as they finished clipping my cuffs and began hitting me with

two crops.  It seemed to be different from the usual sting, but I

couldn't quite say how.  The sting instead of being in one area seemed

to fan out from the initial bite.  

     "How do you like my new invention?"  Mick asked.  "I combined a

crop with a cat-a-nine tails and got an interesting result."

     I continued struggling against my bonds and snarling at Mick and

Stan as they stood watching me and occasionally striking me.  The pain

was building, both would hit me and then wait for the sting to pass

before striking again.  Mick seemed intent upon hitting the same area,

but Stan just seemed to enjoy letting the strokes land where they may. 

I was repentant and quite tired from trying to pull loose when they

finally stopped.  Mick went back to his table and pulled an elaborate

harness from the table.

     "Nice work, Mick, but surely it isn't for her?" Stan said.

     "Yes, Nathan asked for a special device to leave her breasts

lifted yet mostly uncovered.  Her tits, as you can tell, are quite

large and the weights on her rings might cause sagging.  He didn't

want a lot of skin covered, but wanted her to be very secure.  The

solution was to use thin straps criss-crossing in a web pattern over

the upper body.  I haven't tried it out on a slave before, but have

been working on the design for a few months."

     Mick walked back to me, climbed on a nearby stool and grabbed my

hair.  "We are going to release your arms.  Another trick like the one

on the floor and I will dismiss you from my area.  This means that you

will be sent back to Nathan without following his orders and will most

likely be returned to your master in disgrace.  Do you understand?"

     I nodded and closed my eyes.  Mick was in front of me and the

temptation to look at him would be too great if my eyes were open. 

The whipping had taken some of the fight from me and left me feeling

complacent again.  He and Stan released my arms from the chains on the

walls and lifted the web of leather over my head.  Mick guided each

arm through a series of straps and then reclamped my wrists to the

chains.  I felt a tug on my breasts as leather encircled them.  I felt

Mick pull my nipples hard and involuntarily jerked away.  I froze, but

Mick did not seem to pay any attention to my movements.  He continued

adjusting straps back and forth on my body.  I felt my rib cage bound

tightly and my back seemed covered with leather.  

     I heard Mick step down from the stool and felt his hands move

lower.  My legs were still spread by the cuffs and I felt him reach

between them.  At a yank from beneath me, my back straightened out to

relieve some of the strain to my breasts.  I felt my pussy pulled

apart and straps carefully placed along the sides of my vagina.  The

straps continued up my back and were connected to the rest of the

harness.  I was essentially held motionless and completely open by the

straps.  If I turned in either direction my breasts felt like they

were being pulled off my chest.  To move forward or backwards would

have created the same sensation.  In the past harnesses seemed to drag

more on the shoulders than anywhere else, but this set was mainly

connected to my breasts.  My legs were released and then my arms were

set free.  I still did not move.  I wasn't even sure I could.

     "Walk to me,"  Mick commanded.  I tried to put one foot in front

of me and groaned, frozen in my tracks.  "Slowly now with little

steps, you will have to carefully lean your body in the direction you

want it to go."  Stan was next to me now and guided my left leg in a

forward direction.  Every breath, every slight movement pulled at

least three different areas tight.  Stan leisurely led me around

Mick's area with Mick directing our movement.  I gradually found a

nice rhythm and could move slowly, with only minimal discomfort

relying often on Stan for balance.

     "Now the arms,"  Mick pulled my arms behind me and again my

breasts were attacked.  The straps cut into the sides and bottom while

the nipples were pulled by my rings.  I realized that part of the

harness must be run through the rings and this would explain the

sharpness of the pain I had been feeling there.  When my lower arms

were touching each other, Mick bound them together.  I was totally at

his will.  With a slight tug he could have pulled me off balance and

caused me a lot of pain.  I moved as little as possible while still

being pulled around the room by Stan.  Then I was released.  I froze

and then took a few relaxed breaths.

     "Walk on your own now." Stan said from beside me.  I tried and

just could not bring myself to move.

     "Nathan will be here soon, do you want him to see me whipping you

for disobedience.  I would enjoy it, but I can just about guarantee he

wouldn't!!"  Mick stated harshly and then laughed.

     I started to move again, trying to remember Stan's hands guiding

me.  The straps pulled every part of me.  I was beginning to get used

to the tugs on my breasts and was noticing some of the other places

the harness pulled.  My labia was screaming.  My lower rings must also

be included in the harness and were being tugged as I walked.  I was

wearing out quickly when Mick told me to hold still.  I felt his hands

run over each strap adjusting  here, moving each one to a position

just a little different and then moving some back.  I felt rebellion

building again.  I was trapped and was being manipulated for fun by a

man not my master.  I squirmed a little and Mick just grunted.  "Hold

still"."  

     "Stan, where's a good place for this slut to watch the room's

activity?  Nathan wants our beauty to see the sights while she grows

accustomed to her new skin."  Mick chuckled.  Stan led me to a pole at

the end on Mick's area and there I was tied, cuffed, bolted in place.

     "You can open your eyes now honey."  I slowly opened my eyes and

gasped at the sight in front of me.  I was nearly 6 feet off the

ground and could see the entire room around me.  The women in evening

dresses were still practicing walking.  The men who had been bent over

were now wrestling, the winner seemed to be the man who was able to

tackle another and sodomize him.  It looked to be the most interesting

contest in the room.  The whipping class was still in session, each

slave was now covered in red welts and most were jerking about trying

to avoid unseen whips.  I could also see the orgy in the pillows

although it only appeared to be women and each was grabbing at another

women's tits and trying to keep hers out of the hands of the someone

else.  As I watched a triumphant yell went up as one of the women

freed herself from the pile and had a good hold on the nipples of

another women.  The "winner" was then given a crop and began whipping

the "loser" to the great cheers of the spectators.  I looked away in

search of new delights and looked for more male slaves.  There did not

seem to be as many men as women, even most of the masters in the room

now were women.  The men sucking the plastic phalluses were still hard

at it, but a new aspect had been added because there were each being

fucked by a female slave with a strap-on dildo.  The men would go down

on the cock in front of them and then the woman behind him would slam

the dildo in deep, forcing the man to take that last inch of cock that

is so hard to get down.  From the look of their erections, however,

they did not seem to mind the extra effort.  Each cock seemed very red

and full, as I watched one of the men began to rock back and forth on

his knees stroking the cock in front of him and bringing his ass in

closer contact with the slave behind him.  His cock started to jerk

and his semen sprayed out beneath him.  After being punished by you so

many times for coming without permission I was surprised to see him

released from his duties and the dildo pulled free from his ass.  He

collapsed to the floor and lay there panting.  

     A commotion to my left caught my attention then.  I saw Nathan

entering with a beautiful women crawling behind him.  He motioned her

ahead of him and then kept her moving by striking her with his cane. 

Her wrists were chained to her knees and she could only make small

jerky motions.  He seemed to be enjoying himself and looked to have a

large erection.  He was smiling as he surveyed the room.  I quickly

looked away from his face as he looked my way.  He gave the cane to

another master and headed my way.

     "How did it go, Mick?"  He asked.

     "Well, there was a little discussion as to who was in charge, but

she figured it out soon enough," Mick told him.

     "I am surprised, she is very well behaved with me.  Eager to

please and to accept punishment.  Do you wish to correct her more or

are you satisfied with her behavior?"  Nathan seemed concerned.

     ""No, Stan and I whipped her a little and it released her

aggression."  Mick started lowering me and continued to describe my

actions to Nathan.  "The harness works.  She can move only slightly

with each step, she can not bend her back easily and yet is opened for

pussy whipping and can be easily fucked.  I think I will have to work

on a standard harness incorporating some of this new design."

     Nathan walked over to me and pulled me from the sling.  I tried

to kneel without help but eventually Mick pulled me down.  I could not

find a good balance and felt I was wobbling even as I tried to hold

still.  The harness forced my back very straight and I could only

lower my head in submission.  Nathan walked around me, tugging at the

straps and slapping my breasts.  I stretched towards him.  He seemed

pleased and continued to play with my breasts, slapping and pinching

as he finished his talk with Mick.  I stopped listening to his words

and just enjoyed his hands on my body.  I felt a leash clipped to my

collar and was pulled to my feet.  Nathan started walking away and

pulled me behind him.  With my arms pulled tight behind my back, it

was hard to keep my balance until I discovered I could use the

tautness of the leash for some balance and my lower legs were free to

move if I carefully bent my knees.  We walked for awhile, I did not

notice how long or even the direction we were heading.  I just

carefully concentrated on walking gracefully under these strange yet

arousing conditions.  I was totally in Nathan's control.  I could not

have fought him, or moved away even if I had wanted, but, of course I

didn't.  Nathan stopped and opened a door.

     "This is the dining room.  It will be your first public exposure. 

You will not make a sound, no matter what.  I will feed you and give

you something to drink, you will eat and drink only on my command. 

You will not move unless I command it.  Do you understand?"  I nodded

very slightly.  "Good girl"  Nathan gently patted my face as he pulled

me into the room.  I could hear many people around us then the room

quieted a little.  Chairs were scraped back as Nathan walked towards

the end of a table.  When we arrived at a beautifully carved chair

Nathan pushed me to my knees to the left of this chair and sat down. 

The hush from the room lifted as the rest of the diners retook their

seats.  It finally occurred to me that Nathan was not just another

master but seemed to be in charge of this group.  

     Things finally began to make sense.  I had heard others mention

in hushed tones that I was Nathan's new toy, but I could not see the

importance.  Then I remembered the incident in the hall when Nathan

had left me with a servant to be taken to our room.  There was also

the recent incident in the training room when he was called away.  I

remained motionless for a long time.  My legs were beginning to ache

and my arms seemed to have fallen asleep.  I didn't dare move.  I knew

Nathan was testing me and I wanted to pass this important step in my

initiation.  Finally, Nathan turned to me and put a cup to my mouth. 

Remembering his words, I did not drink, but let it spill down my

breasts.  

     "Good girl, you may drink now."  Nathan rewarded me.  I took a

very small drink.  My mouth seemed very dry, it had been hours since I

last had anything to drink.  He held the glass to my lips and told me

to drink again.  This time I was able to get a large swallow.  It was

a marvelous red wine, full bodied and robust.  Nathan took the cup

away and brought a piece of meat to my mouth.  "You may eat it."  I

carefully brought my mouth forward and gently pulled it from the fork. 

It was a hunk of rare beef, tender and full of juice.  I chewed it

slowly, enjoying the flavor.  Nathan continued to talk to the others

at the table.  It was mostly shop talk, plans for the next day,

progress reports on different programs.  He would casually feed me a

bit of food with an occasional sip of wine and would then idly pat my

head, play with a nipple, pull on a strap or pinch a piece of skin.  I

became totally engrossed in his actions and stopped listening to the

talk around me.  

     I could see no slaves nearby.  There were a lot of servants

carrying food back and forth, filling glasses and the like.  About

thirty masters were at the long table.  Each casually eating and

talking with their neighbors.  The man next to me was talking to

Nathan about a race he was arranging for the next day.  I heard Nathan

agree with him and then he bent over to me and asked if I would like

that.  I had not been listening close enough, but Nathan appeared to

want me to agree so I nodded my head again.  Nathan and the other man

laughed and continued talking.  I tried to pay closer attention, but

Nathan had increased his attentions to my breasts, occasionally

slapping me and my mind went blank as the pleasure from his spankings

took over.

     Nathan stopped as some of the men in the room began speaking in

raised voices.  Two men to our left began arguing fervently.  Nathan

stood up and the room quieted.

     "Jonathan, if you have a problem perhaps it would best be

discussed with the group." Nathan gestured to a man two chairs to his

left.

     "Yes, I do have a topic for discussion.  Your little plaything

violates too many standing rules.  Slaves are not transferrable

without the masters express permission.  It doesn't stand well that

you have taken her over and parade her like she belongs to you.  You

must return this slut to her master and then began the proceedings for

a trade.  Your behavior has set a bad precedence."  Jonathan sat back

in his chair, and looked contemptuously at Nathan.

     "Thank you, Jonathan for being honest enough to discuss this

personally with me." Nathan addressed him.  "However, you do not have

all your facts straight.  A trade is in progress and only requires a

few additional items.  I have her master's permission to treat as if

she were my slave, which she will be if all goes well.  As for bad

behaviors I would ask that you each pay attention to your own

responsibilities.  Whoever was listed as the supervisor for the play

yard this afternoon could not be found during the fight down there. 

Our next staff meeting will discuss fights and better methods for

their control, but this one could have been avoided if an experienced

master was there to supervise the whippings.  A poorly trained servant

was badly beaten by an angry ill-used slave.  I did not appreciate

being summoned to take on someone else's responsibilities and will not

stand for any more mistakes.  You each have been warned.  Supervisor

duties can be boring, but must not be neglected."

     Nathan jerked me roughly to my feet, I bit my lip to hold back a

cry and tried to hurry along behind him.  He seemed to be furious, and

moved much to quickly for my mincing steps.  When he reached the door

he slammed it shut behind us then turned quickly to his left.  This

sudden change of directions was my undoing and I fell.  I could not

use my arms to catch myself and landed very ungracefully on my left

side.  I heard screaming and realized it was my voice.  My body seemed

torn in half and the harness pulled me in different directions.  My

face had caught most of the impact, but I could feel a lot of pain all

along my left side.

     "Hold her still, I'll cut her free."  I heard as if in a fog.  I

felt the straps loosened one by one and with each some of the pain

subsided.  When I was completed free, it still felt like my left side

was on fire and was very sore.  Nathan crouched by my right side

lifted me in his arms.  I jerked as he held my left arm and must have

passed out.  When I came to he was carrying me down a hall I did not

recognize.  It looked to be an office complex.  Someone ahead of us

opened a door and we moved into a room similar, but smaller, to the

one used for piercings.  Nathan carried me to the bench in the center

of the room and as he put me down, I saw such concern and tenderness

that it took my breath away.  

     He turned away and started talking to a man in a white lab coat. 

"She had an accident, Doc.  I am not sure how badly she is hurt, the

rings are new and appear to have a little damage but are still in

place."  

     The doctor approached me and I cringed away trying to get closer

to Nathan.  He was a fierce older looking man and did not look pleased

to be bothered.  Nathan held my right hand as the doctor began

examining me.  He was very gentle and his manner calmed me until he

tried to move my left arm and then I cried out.  It hurt and I

whimpered from the new pain.

     "Appears to be sprained but no other extensive damage.  Her rings

seem to be in place with minimal tearing, I don't think they will have

to be removed.  The cuts and scrapes look worse than they are.  Leave

her with me for about an hour and I'll have her all patched up for

you.  Nathan, she won't be able to take any rough stuff for a few

days."

     Nathan turned to leave, but I would not let go of his hand. 

     "Alex, I have to go, I'll be back to pick you up.  Behave

yourself and the doctor will get you fixed up."  He pried his hand

loose from my fingers and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

I turned my attention to the doctor.  While Nathan had been talking,

the older man had gathered some bandages and a bottle of medicine on a

tray.  He walked back to me and set down the tray.  He moistened a

cloth and began wiping my face.  When he pulled the cloth away I was

surprised to see blood on it.  I tried to lift my left arm to my face

and nearly collapsed with the pain.

     "Your o.k., just hold still and I'll take care of you.  You have

a few rug burns, but there shouldn't be any scarring.  Just relax." 

The doctor continued to murmur gentle reassurances and I began to calm

down.  He walked back to his cabinets and when he returned I felt him

wipe something on my right arm and then felt a little prick.  I began

to feel like I was floating and drifted off to sleep.

     I awoke to someone gently patting my arm and calling my name.

     "Alex, come on sweetheart, wake up."  You sat beside me on a bed. 

As I looked around trying to figure where I was I recognized the

victorian bedroom I had been placed in after my piercings.

     "Hello there," you said to me, as if we had just met on the

street.  "Are you ready to go home?"

     I didn't answer, still very groggy from the sedative.  I felt

your arms lift me from the bed and lay my head against your shoulder. 

I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I remember is

waking up on our bed.  I could hear you snoring quietly beside me and

wondered if it had all been a crazy dream.  I lifted my right arm and

touched my breast.  The ring through my nipple answered that question

but there were so many others going through my head.  Why was I home? 

What would happen next?

     "Don't worry, your safe with me."  I started crying and you

pulled me close, we drifted off to sleep again.

     I awakened to a room filled with light and then my heart sunk as

I realized I was in our bed at home.  I saw a note on the pillow next

to me.



          Good morning sleepyhead.  I had to return to work,

          take it easy.  I have placed a notebook next to

          the bed, please tell me about the last 3 days and

          how you feel now.  I will be home for dinner, but

          don't worry about cooking, I will stop and pick

          something up for us to eat.



     I lay in bed for a moment trying to decide how I felt and then

began this story.





     My master I beg you to release me.  I have enjoyed these two

years as your slave, learning how to please you, how to serve you. 

But I don't think I can go back to the way it was before Nathan.  I

feel so unfaithful to you, yet I cannot change my feelings for him.  I

would be his slave and serve him as I have you.  I need his roughness

and harsh mannerisms.  Please consider returning me to his control.  I

am unworthy of your continued devotion.



                         Alexandria Sinclaire