Day 16--Geoffrey
I hated being woken up by a ringing telephone.
"Yes, yes, I can be there. Give me an hour. Okay, forty-five
minutes. Shit, is the sun even up yet? Some of us have lives we
prefer over...yeah, yeah, the clock's running now, trust me. See you
there. Yes, I know which table."
I slammed down the receiver. Sabrina rustled under the covers.
"Is everything okay?" she asked sleepily. I could see a bit of
surprise in her eyes as she realized she wasn't bound.
"Oh, yes, fine, just ducky, I have to go meet a client for breakfast
in town, and he decided to keep it a secret until he was on his way
in from the airport. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm already late."
I ducked into the bathroom, plugged in my electric razor and began
grinding away at yesterday's stubble. Ten minutes later, I emerged
completely dressed.
"You'll have to fend for yourself this morning. There's plenty of
food in the kitchen. See you in a few hours. Oh, and by the way..."
I opened one of the drawers in the bedside table and rummaged around
until I found a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.
"I'd better find you wearing these when I return."
--Sabrina--
"Where is it?" I said out loud as I was carefully searching the
second drawer of the oak chest.
Resisting in bed had been bad enough. The shower, short as it was,
had been another crucial test. But going through the whole morning
without getting into trouble would be quite impossible if I didn't
find it. Besides, Geoffrey had shown he trusted me, and I wanted to
be worthy of his trust.
"But, I've got to find it first," I repeated, this time more
nervously.
Lucky third drawer! There it was!
As I clicked the chastity belt in place, I felt my confidence
return. At least there would be no outlet for my forbidden desires
now.
I left the bedroom with the handcuffs and the gag in my hands and
joyfully walked down the stairs to prepare myself breakfast.
Being free was a weird sensation. Both uncomfortable and thrilling.
Awkward and exhilarating. I missed his presence, his directions, his
orders. Yet I enjoyed the moment to myself. I was conscious there
would be more opportunities like this one. He had a job to do,
clients to see, and I was no longer the assignment he could take
supervise twenty-four hours a day. My new challenge was to
accommodate such moments without him, to rely on myself while
respecting his rules.
Somehow, I knew this wouldn't be easy. Restraints made obedience
compulsory, if not easy. Without them, I felt prone to succumb to
temptation.
"What are the limits?" I asked myself as while I washed the dishes,
starting with those he had left beside the sink the night before. He
had never given clear indications; while I figured he didn't expect
me to be a brainless doll, I also doubted he would allow me to act
like the independent woman I used to be.
Could I take a dip in the pool? Probably. Could I go to his
darkroom and search for the results of my photo sessions? Probably
not. Could I read one of his books? Maybe. Could I go for a walk
outside the property? Unlikely.
This was common sense. Still, there were many subtleties I had yet
to figure out.
Curiosity is one of my main flaws, one I couldn't lock behind a
belt. Once the kitchen was clean, I went back to the first floor and
entered his study.
Such an impressive collection of books--classics in paperback,
current bestsellers, sci-fi novels, culture encyclopedias, manga--I
wouldn't have to worry about spending hours on my own if he let me
read all these.
As my eyes scanned the shelves, my attention was drawn by a familiar
name. Anne Rice. The queen of vampires. Except this particular
book didn't seem to belong in her gothic opus. Interesting.
I had a moment of hesitation before leaving the room. The computer
looked inviting, but I decided reading a book by the pool was an
exceptional treat not to be missed.
Twenty minutes later, I was captivated by the adventures of Sleeping
Beauty. My body was dry after a short swim thanks to the soft glow
of the morning sun. But I was more aware of the heat inside me, and
was grateful for the belt that saved me from mischief.
The story reminded me that I also had my own ornaments to wear.
When I went to pick them up in the kitchen I glanced at the clock
which told me I had better get ready for his return. I buckled the
gag around my head and clicked one of the cuffs to my left wrist.
Holding the book in the other hand, I went to kneel in the hallway,
facing the front door. The ground was cold and hard. He would like
it. And it would make up for my reading. Hopefully.
At the sound of his car turning the last bend into the yard, I
closed the book, placed it by my side, and locked my wrists behind my
back.
--Geoffrey--
"Put your forehead on the floor."
I walked behind Sabrina, reached down and hooked a finger under the
leather strap between her buttocks.
"I don't recall telling you to put this on."
I couldn't believe Sabrina had been so disobedient. While I knew
she had nothing but good intentions, it was critical that she
followed my orders to the letter. Beyond critical, actually; her
life could depend on it, especially when I wasn't home to help her if
anything went wrong.
So much for the day's plans; I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off
from around my waist. Twenty lashes left her gasping on the floor
while I went downstairs to the studio.
"This kind of experience is necessary for her learning," I sang
silently as I collected what would be required.
Fifteen minutes later, I had replaced the handcuffs with the arm
binder, the ball gag with the penis trainer, and the chastity belt
with its more sinister twin that sported huge plugs for her ass and
pussy.
She could use the practice, I thought as I worked the ankle boots
with the ballet heels onto her feet and knotted their laces.
I finished her off with the discipline collar and a pair of tweezer
clamps threaded through the metal ring in the front of her neck, then
a second set accessorized with several cumbersome weights that
dangled near the polished planks of the floor.
Never explain, never complain.
"I have to run a few more errands," I said to her still-kneeling
form as I turned the knob of the front door. "This time, do try to
keep out of trouble."
--Sabrina--
And you thought reading would displease him, I grumbled to myself
while I tried to settle into my new restraints and implements. My
good mood had evaporated with the first of Geoffrey's lashes. Not
because of his anger and the way he had chosen to demonstrate it, but
because I had failed on my first test. How stupid.
I had assumed he would like the belt as a personal addition to the
cuffs and gag, but now I realized he probably didn't object to the
belt itself, but to my sense of initiative. He hadn't asked for it,
therefore...
Here was one of the limits I was trying to figure out. My lesson
for the day. No more initiative.
Not that I minded the results of my indiscretion. Leather had
become a second skin, and I needed it. But I could have done without
the twin monsters and the clamps. Especially the weights. Oh, damn
it, yes, especially the weights.
And how long would Geoffrey be gone anyway? Long enough, I presumed.
My discomfort advanced to a new echelon when thirst and hunger made
their unwanted appearance. Fortunately, they were followed by his
steps on the porch, and the sound of the door opening.
Let's hope I can make amends and be a good girl, if he gives me the
opportunity to do so, I grinned when I saw him walk straight ahead
without as much as a glance down at me. Nice to see you too,
Geoffrey.
--Geoffrey--
As I walked past her, I tossed my keys in front of her still-bowed
head on the floor.
"Push them into the kitchen if you want to join me for lunch."
Fifteen minutes later, she crawled her way into the kitchen, her
gagged face furious as she nudged the keys onto the linoleum with her
nose. Too bad, I smiled to myself as I scooped up the ring off the
floor.
"Look at me," I said, serious as a funeral. After a long pause with
our eyes locked together as tight as her elbows, I began.
"Judging from the chastity belt, I presume you don't want to come
today. Well, I'm quite sure we can accommodate that particular
request. But first, you must be famished."
I set down bowls of pasta and water in the middle of the kitchen
floor, then beckoned for her to crawl on her knees to them. When she
was positioned, I removed the gag, then tied a piece of rope to the
end of the arm binder, climbed up on a chair, and threaded it through
one of the metal rings embedded in the ceiling.
"Head down," I said.
And arms up, I added by pulling on the rope until her hands were
suspended far above her back, forcing her to strain forward if she
wanted to reach the bowls with her mouth and tongue.
"I want these bowls clean, down to the last morsel and drop."
I sat down at the table with my lunch, opened the newspaper and
began to read.
When she finished, I strapped the trainer back around her head and
decided it was time for her to practice walking in the ballet shoes.
"Up you go. Steady. Don't try to walk, just keep your balance.
That's it, find your equilibrium. Good. Don't move."
I left her swaying for a few moments while I prepared things in the
basement.
"Okay, let's try a few steps, nice and easy. Whoops--"
I put my arm around her shoulders an instant before she toppled over.
"Take tiny steps. Concentrate. Pretend you're walking on your tip-
toes. Well, I suppose you don't really have to pretend, do you?"
We made it all the way to the door to the studio, at which point I
scooped her into my arms and carried her down the stairs.
I removed the belt with the dildos, replaced the arm binder with the
mittens, and added cuffs around her ankles, which I also attached to
the ends of a spreader bar, her hands padlocked together to a ring in
its center.
Next came a heavy chain, also padlocked to the center ring.
A few tugs later, and she was hanging bent over double, her legs
spread wide, her ass and especially her pussy completely unprotected.
"So you don't want to come today?" I repeated as I brandished a
single tweezer clamp in one hand and the heavy flogger in the other.
"Make it so," I grinned as my wrist twitched.
--Sabrina--
The key and the bowls were bad enough, but how was I supposed to
keep my balance on tiptoes with my arms so severely bound in my back?
That was just another way for Geoffrey to show who was in charge and
who wasn't. Like I didn't know.
And of course I wanted to come. But only when he decided. Only
when he allowed me to. Didn't he get it? Here I was, trying to
please him, and all he could think about was bending me over.
I was still confused when the flogger hit my ass.
Was it still part of the punishment, or was he just playing with me?
His blows were hard and cruel. Was he angry? But he was aiming at
a very particular target. Was he teasing?
Angry or teasing, it soon made no difference to my body. As usual,
my sex had started to react to the pain. The straps reached my
labia, burning the flesh, tearing it open. I jerked in my bonds and
bit the gag so fiercely that my teeth dug into the plastic penis. If
only it was his, I growled inside.
Occasionally, the leather would flick my unprotected clit and send
waves of shock all around.
I rocked my head back and forth, pulling on my arms and legs, and
let out moans that were partly despair, partly lust. The heavy chain
above me was creaking in its iron bolt as the bar lulled slowly in
reply to my moves.
Lust increased with every whip blow and despair took another face.
I had toppled over to the other side where all I was waiting for was
more pain, more pleasure and the ultimate relief.
Now my head was bent as far back as possible, as the extension of my
body, all tense in anticipation of the much-needed climax. My ass
and sex were so hot, I could imagine smoke swirling off them. Pre-
orgasmic spasms came in quick succession, and my clit stood ready and
engorged for the big finale.
--Geoffrey--
"That will do. For now."
I lowered Sabrina to the ground until she was lying on her back, her
arms and legs suspended from the bar hanging overhead, her nipples
still doubly clamped. I enjoyed listening to her loud panting as she
realized that her rather urgent desires of the moment were going to
remain unrequited.
"Just a friendly word of advice, Sabrina," I said from the other
side of the room after a rather extravagant sigh escaped from under
the leather around her face.
"Be careful what you wish for," I continued, this time much closer
to her still-struggling body.
I knelt down in front of her exposed crotch and began inserting the
floppy rubber of the inflatable plug into her ass.
"Putting on your chastity belt was a serious, serious mistake,
Sabrina. One, you took initiative. That's my job, period. Don't
think, do. Two, you are never to touch anything I use on you without
my explicit permission. Three, you assumed my response would be
positive. Wrong. Don't ever presume to know me. Four, and most
concerning to me, you don't even trust yourself, even when I
obviously do. That makes me think maybe I shouldn't trust you in the
future."
I squeezed the bladder several times, just enough to give the plug
some shape inside her.
"Finally, never try self-bondage, especially when I'm not around to
help you if something goes wrong. Christ, Sabrina, if anything ever
happened to you..."
I stared at her silently for several seconds until my heartbeat
slowed down. Suddenly, I couldn't imagine life without her.
"I've got some thinking to do. And so do you. In the meantime, you
will not come for the rest of the day, until midnight tonight. By my
watch, that's about nine hours away."
I took the single tweezer clamp and positioned its padded tips on
either side of her clitoris.
"Of course, it may seem longer to you," I said as I slid the tiny
metal ring up the silver arms.
--Sabrina--
As the pinch on my clitoris cruelly increased in intensity, tears
sprang to my eyes. The pain became extreme, and yet it wasn't even
bad enough to conceal my shame. I hated myself so much; if the
clamp's adjustment ring had been within reach, I would have pushed it
all the way up without further concern.
Geoffrey's words echoed in my mind. The realization that I had
failed him in so many ways, that I might have lost his trust, hurt
more than the ferocious bite.
I cried for a long time after he left the room. And while my eyes
were swollen by the endless streams of salty drops, the rest of my
body turned cold and dry. The pain on my clit turned into a dull
ache that I could hardly perceive in my state of distress. The plug
inside me was uncomfortable, and so was my position: still bent over
with my muscles threatening to turn fatally numb. But the discomfort
led to nothing else. No arousal, no horniness, not even anger or
impatience.
My eyes eventually dried up, too, and time passed quietly.
Replaying his speech again and again, I found some hope in his last
threat. Thinking was far superior to packing.
When he joined me much later, I realized that all I wanted was to
become worthy of his trust again. I wanted his eyes to beam with joy
and pride when he looked at me.
However when his hand casually touched my sex and found a desert
where a spring used to flow in abundance, his eyes expressed concern.
Shyly, I looked back at him and tried to convey my most humble
apologies as well as my deepest wish to submit to him. I was so
afraid he would misread my intentions and feelings. There's no
rebellion or anger here, Geoffrey, just sorrow. I want to work this
out. A word from you will make me feel happy again, and a touch of
your fingers can make me hot and burning again, too.
--Geoffrey--
Sarbina's sobs tugged at my heart in ways that made me as
uncomfortable as she looked right now. This was always the biggest
challenge for someone in my enviable position; how to balance
feelings of affection with a perpetual state of torment.
But now was not the time to show compassion, as much as I wanted to
untie her, take her limp, exhausted body into my arms, carry her to
my bed, and ravish her until one or both of us wound up in a coma.
Love hurts: the eternal conundrum of a dom.
Still, I did my best to keep the pain to a minimum as I began the
unbinding process, but her thrashings and moans indicated I wasn't
altogether successful.
"Poor little pussy," I said when she finally calmed down. "I think
a little TLC is in order here."
I got down on my knees, leaned over, and gave her shaved labia a
kiss. Then a French one.
"You like that?" I said from between her outstretched thighs.
I licked. I nipped. I sucked. I stopped. Frequently. I resumed,
sometimes slow and tentative, sometimes full frontal. And every so
often, I squeezed the valve, pushing another breath into her other
crevice. I never exhaled, as permanent hippies were wont to say.
I felt my own needs baying below like a pack of wild dogs. But I
pushed aside the urgency in my groin and continued exploring
Sabrina's silken folds until my mouth turned as dry as her sex had
been almost an hour before.
"That will do," I said, standing up brusquely. "Time to start
thinking about dinner."
I finished untying her; after a quick respite in the bathroom, I
left her on a heavy wooden chair, naked and unencumbered save for the
ropes I wrapped tight and neat around her limbs, her arms to its
arms, legs to legs, back to back, crotch still open wide.
The matches were the thick kitchen kind, but they would work fine.
I pulled one out, balanced the tip on the floor, and leaned it
against the leg of the chair.
"Pretty precarious down there, Sabrina. Wouldn't want it to
inadvertently fall over."
I walked behind her to the boxes. An old favorite, I mused as I
opened the one that housed my gags and rooted through the melange of
leather, rubber and metal.
"No distractions, Sabrina," I said as I approached her head with the
leather hood in one hand and the earplugs in another.
I tied a slim cord to a metal ring on top of the helmet, and knotted
the other end to a hook in the ceiling.
It took me a few tries before I got the thumbtack perfectly
positioned so the end of the length of twine dropped down from the
ceiling until it just barely grazed her clitoris.
I hoped she was comfortable, because I had a lot of calls to make
before I could even think about dinner. And better get to those
email in-boxes before they overflowed the server.
As I headed for the stairs, I weakened. Maybe just some clothespins
on her nipples...
"No," I said out loud, scaring myself a little. The day hadn't even
turned to night. And there was something to be said for letting her
own imagination get the better of her. Patience now would result in
something truly exceptional for both of us at 12:01 tonight, seven
long hours away.
My cock reminded me that it was ready to explode if matters weren't
addressed posthaste, thank you very much. A fast blowjob?
I sprinted up the stairs two steps at a time before I could
reconsider.
--Sabrina--
The calm after the storm. Everything was so quiet now. The
darkness, the silence, the comfort of minimum restraints, they all
contributed to restore peace in my mind and heart.
However not in my body, still claiming its due after Geoffrey's
long, sweet, teasing treatment.
As much as I wanted to escape the annoying itch on my tormented
clitoris, I knew the match leaning against the chair would betray the
slightest motion. So I stayed very still and tried to forget about
whatever it was that danced so maddeningly down there.
In any case, I was feeling much better. His last words had been
softer, and his actions seem to prove he had forgiven me. Of course,
that didn't mean he would forget.
His armor was so thick, it was hard for me to read him. He wanted
me to be his girlfriend, which led me to believe he loved me. But
did he? He had been so cold all day long. And I had been so sad.
He had taken all worries off me, except one. I needed to know he was
pleased with me. I needed to know he returned my love.
My heartbeat accelerated--though my trained body remained perfectly
still--as I finally admitted my own feelings for him. He had
certainly awakened my submissive nature, made me accept it, even
revel in it. But none of this would have been possible if I hadn't
fallen for him as a man, too.
And the truth was, Geoffrey was the man I'd been waiting to meet all
my life. Despite his secretive and distant nature, I could sometimes
feel the waves of passion rolling under his quiet surface. All he
needed was a safe outlet to let them flow in the open. And I wanted
to be that outlet. If only he would let me.
It took him an incredibly long time to come back. By that time, I
felt feverish with desire for him. The itching in my pussy had been
replaced by other images. A feather. A finger. A tongue. The
touch, so light, yet so real, had become unbearable.
When he removed the leather hood, I looked down and saw the match
hadn't moved. I was really pleased with myself. And I believe he
was equally pleased when he picked it up and slid it in his pocket.
A shadow of a smile lightened his face; that alone made all my
efforts worthwhile.
He freed me, gathered up the ropes, and used them to tie me in the
same fashion to a chair in the kitchen. Such patience.
"I bet you're hungry," he asked without expecting an answer. "Well,
so am I."
Then he mysteriously added: "And we need all our energy for what's
to come."
Oh? What was his plan? I looked at the clock on the wall, and saw
it was already 8.15. Make that only 8.15. Almost four more hours to
wait before...what, exactly? He had said I would be allowed to come
after midnight, but was there something more?
--Geoffrey--
After I finished feeding her dinner, I left her bound in the chair
while I went downstairs to gather what I needed for the rest of the
evening. It took two trips.
I replaced her ropes with a pair of handcuffs before leading her
into the living room.
"On your knees," I barked at her as I plopped down on the couch and
began unzipping my pants.
She trembled as she did as instructed, her eyes cast downward in
what seemed to be a combination of supplication and outright terror.
"Now, take my cock in your mouth and listen."
She moved her head between my legs and quickly complied.
"It's rather obvious that your training to date has been a complete
and utter failure. It's my own damned fault for letting my feelings
for you get in the way. And those feelings are strong, Sabrina,
stronger than I've felt in a very long time."
I paused and took a deep breath as my erection began to grow rapidly.
"This is always the trouble with this kind of relationship. Part of
me wants to take you in my arms and love you the way normal people
do. But another part wants to beat you with a bullwhip and leave you
suspended in the barn all night."
She began to suck harder, and I tried hard not to break into a silly
smile.
"And that's just what I'm going to do, Sabrina."
Harder still. And was that her heartbeat I felt near my leg?
"You're not being very nice," I heard an angel whisper.
But the boss with the pitchfork and tail said, "go for it a little
longer."
Nah. Time to be real.
"In my experience, there are two kinds of girls: ones you love, and
ones you whip. Mutually exclusive."
She slowed down perceptibly.
"But I want both. I need both. I'm sorry. It's just who I am."
I took a deep breath and realized I'd better hurry if I wanted to
finish my speech before she finished me.
"Sabrina, I think you're the real deal. The one-in-a-million
ticket. But answer me straight."
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy her for a count of three.
"Do you? Do you want it, too? Or do you want to stop? If you want
to stop--and I mean all of this, not just your present predicament--
this is the time to do it."
I felt myself coming closer to coming.
"Sabrina," I rasped. "I mean it. Now or never."
--Sabrina--
The prospect of a drastic change in my training scared me. If
Geoffrey meant to leave me hanging in the barn all day, every day, I
wouldn't make it. If he meant treating me like a fucktoy, I would
break easily. I didn't believe I had the strength to take things
even one step further.
"Now or never."
I couldn't leave. I was afraid to stay. I needed him. I was
desperate.
But after swallowing his load and licking him clean, I saw a pale
light in the darkness of my soul. Trust. Trust was all it would
take. And I honestly, deeply trusted him.
Seconds ticked away. I remained silent, still kneeling between his
legs, eyes down, and shaking like a leaf.
"You made your choice, Sabrina," he said.
I had. And that had been the easy part. Now I'd have to live with
it.
--Geoffrey--
"Very good, Sabrina. Stand up."
She rose shakily to her feet.
"Spread your feet apart. Further."
I began walking around her body, my fingers glancing against her
ass, her hips, her vulva, her breasts.
"As I said, I am going to completely revise your training. Starting
now, I will focus exclusively on your body."
I put my hands around her waist, stretching my fingers in a futile
attempt to make them touch.
"Pity. But we can take care of that."
I picked up a large piece of leather from the pile I had brought up
from the studio. While the other corsets in my collection were
mostly for looks, this one had severe stays that formed a curvy
hourglass shape even when unlaced. Up to her breasts, down to her
hips. More armor than undergarment.
"Get on your hands and knees. Good. Now, exhale."
I wrapped the heavy material around her waist and began threading
the laces.
--Sabrina--
With all that pressure around my gut, I found I could only inhale by
taking very short breaths. But not too quickly. The simple act of
breathing became difficult, and I had to focus on it exclusively
while Geoffrey completed my outfit.
After the corset came a matching armbinder ending in a single
mitten; heavy and thick, not built to be worn for pleasure.
Next, he asked me to straighten up and rest on my knees; while I
worked on breathing, he placed a posture collar around my neck and
adjusted an awful trainer gag with enough straps to cover my entire
face with the exception of my eyes. But he would certainly see to
that later.
He had to help me stand up so he could outfit my legs with more
heavy leather. Soon, my toes were crushed inside the ballet shoes
that ended the boots.
I felt new tears form in the corners of my eyes, but tried to remain
as calm as possible. I needed to fully concentrate on keeping my
balance; with half my brain monitoring my lungs and the other half
controlling my feet, I forget there was more to life than breathing
and standing.
Somehow, I felt two wide plugs fill my vagina and anus; a loud click
between my navel and pubis, right where the lower edge of the corset
dug into my skin, put an end to his preparations.
Then, nothing. Silence. I was facing the couch, and behind it, the
window concealed by a shutter for the night. I didn't know whether
he had left the room, or was standing behind me.
I waited. I had found a suitable breathing pattern, but its slow
rhythm forced me to stay very still and quiet. My biggest source of
concern was how not to collapse on the floor. My toes hurt so much,
they were probably bleeding, and all the muscles in my legs strained
to help me keep my balance. I was afraid the slightest breeze would
blow me over.
--Geoffrey--
I sat down on the couch and let myself admire her, even adore her.
She couldn't possibly know how exquisite she looked right now. But I
knew how to take care of that.
I stood up and checked my watch: 10:30. Plenty of time.
Downstairs, again. The new camera. No need for lights, or even
extra lenses. Capture the moment.
I blew through three rolls in minutes. Okay, maybe something to
fill the shadows. Back downstairs.
Click, click, click. Such a favorite sound. A screen arrow selects
"submit." A light turns off. A door closes. A padlock snaps shut.
A vibrator turns on. A lighter flares beneath a candle wick.
Before I knew it, an hour had almost passed. Time to call it a day.
Time to make good on my promise.
I bade Sabrina to join me on the couch, where I added wide cuffs and
a spreader bar to pull apart her upper thighs so her sex was
completely exposed.
"Sabrina, I've been thinking."
Her breathing began to increase in rapidity. Shit, she thinks I'm
going to dump her, I yelled at myself. Change course.
"Since you've decided to stay with me on a permanent basis..."
Immediate improvement in the air-intake department.
"And there's nothing in the world I want more than that..."
I reached out and began to stroke her cheek.
"The time has come," I continued, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"For you. To show your commitment. To me. On your body."
I stepped back and began to arrange the supplies on the kitchen
table. Forceps. Sterilizing solution. Needles. And two gold rings.
"At first, I thought, of course, your nipples. But piercings there
can be a problem. They're too obvious in public, and there are so
many interesting clamps we have yet to try."
Her breathing went into overdrive again at the mention of the word
"piercing," but I wasn't going to worry about that now.
"Next, I considered a ring through the end of your nose. Nothing
says 'slave' quite like something ordinarily found on a barnyard
animal. Also quite useful as a place to attach a leash."
He began to sterilize the forceps.
"But again, too public. So then I debated something in your tongue,
like a round silver ball; a fabulous enhancement for oral sex. Your
navel was a possibility, too. I know how sensitive you are down
there, and I thought it would be a good way to permanently remind you
of my presence in your life."
Next, the needles.
"In the end, though, the choice was clear."
I opened the package of sterilizing swabs, pulled one out, and began
cleaning the area surrounding her sex.
"A small ring on each side. With a padlock connecting them until I
choose otherwise."
I chose a spot on her outer left labia, then picked up the forceps
and clamped them down tight around it.
"This may sting a bit."
I took a deep breath, aimed the needle, and pushed it into her soft
pink flesh.
"I love you."
--Sabrina--
I bit on my lips to avoid screaming, but I couldn't repress a loud
growl as the needle pierced through my flesh. My whole body tensed
under the shock, and the world started to spin. I had blood on my
tongue, tears in my eyes, and an awful knot in my stomach as I got
ready for the second round.
It felt worse. I moaned and cried at the unbearable pain, wishing I
could faint to escape it.
But I was too happy and proud to faint. Geoffrey said he loved me!
Despite my blatant imperfections and insubordinations, he wanted me
to stay! Those two rings would be a permanent reminder of his power
over me, and their location was a meaningful symbol, too. His, only
his.
When he locked the rings together, he admired his work for a second,
then turned his face close to mine.
I was able to smile through my tears. I wanted to tell him how
wonderful I felt, to thank him for his patience and care, to promise
him I would do my best to please him and be worthy of him, and to
show him how deep my feelings for him had grown. But all I could--
and needed--to say was:
"Yes, please."
--Finis--
