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Subject: STORY: Nothing Like the Sun pt.9 (F/m)
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   STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of female
domination. Those with moral objections to such activity as well as those
under legal age should not read this story.
   All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to
persons living, dead, or undead is completely coincidental. The author
makes no claims about any of the products, movies, artists or children's
stories mentioned in this story, other than they exist and are a part of
our culture at large.  

                             Nothing Like The Sun
                                 By L.Corvidae
                    Chapter Nine: In Concert (Second Loss)
Friday
   Mistress allowed me only two visits over the next week. i'd made some
phone calls on Monday, and by Wednesday night, i had my next surprise for
Mistress well in hand. Unfortunately, before i could set the stage, She
had me participate in a particularly humiliating new "game." 
   Like so many of Her "games," it started pleasantly enough. She actually
gave me the massage for once, concentrating on my neck and shoulders.
Twice i tried to ask Her about Her plans for Friday, but She shushed me,
and by the time She was finished, i felt so completely relaxed i actually
forgot.
   She climbed out of the bed and left the den. i lay there for a while,
luxuriating in my somnolent state.
   Mistress returned and moved in front of me. In Her hand was a nasty
looking toy that resembled a two-headed dildo, stuck through a wide
leather strap. One end was shorter and thicker and the other was long and
highly detailed. i had a moment to look at Her in shock before She shoved
the fat end in my gaping mouth and pulled the strap tight around the base
of my skull. i now had a seven inch penis sticking out from my face.
Mistress crawled back into bed, spread Her legs wide and made it very
clear what i was to do.
   "you didn't think I softened up those muscles of yours out of the
goodness of my heart, did you?" She purred. 
   i was lucky She had; bobbing my head in and out between Her legs became
a taxing job for my neck after only a short time. The whole gag was pushed
deeper into my throat with each forward thrust.
   After She had come several times; She made me keep the gag in for an
intolerably long period afterwards. i even had to massage Her with it on.
When it came time to tend to Her asshole, She chucked a small packet of
lubricant at me and i had to smear it liberally over the dildo and my face
before fucking Her ass to another orgasm.
   When She finally removed the filthy thing, i took a minute to massage
my jaw.
   "Mistress?" i asked, making wide yawning motions.
   "Yes, michael?"
   "Have you made any plans for Friday yet?"
    She gazed at me curiously. "Not as yet, michael. Why do you ask?"
   "i... i'd like that to be a surprise, if you don't object, Mistress." i
managed a sly smile.
   She returned it. "I've come to like your little 'surprises' michael.
Consider me free on Friday."
   That just left Lindsey.
   i entered the office Thursday morning and instead of slinking off to my
own little hidey-hole, i strode instead boldly up to Lindsey's desk. There
were a couple of guys loitering in the lobby, and they suddenly stopped
gabbing and began to watch me intently. 
   "Morning, Lindsey!"
   She looked at me askance, but with a hint of a grin at the corner of
her mouth.
   "Why, good morning, Mr. R-."
   "Say, I don't suppose you'd be free Friday night around eight, would
you?"
   "Why..." her eyes darted to the slack-jawed gawkers, "...yes, I believe
I would be."
   "Great!" i slipped her a plain white envelope. "I think you should find
all you need in here!"
   i turned on my heel and walked right past my troglodytic coworkers.
   Ten minutes later, Lindsey erupted into my office, throwing her arms
around me and showering me with kisses.
   "Oh My GOD!" she cried. "You're a God!"
   "I do my best," i demurred, trying to act cool with a beautiful woman
slathered all over me.
   "How did you get these tickets? She's been sold out for weeks! God, I
LOVE her!"
   i thought about being a shit and not telling her unless she told me
what Mistress had whispered to her at the restaurant, but it was kind of
difficult to be an asshole with her pressed up against me like that so i
spilled the story.
   "I have an aunt who works in the front office for the City Symphony.
Since they're practically married to the auditorium she knows all the guys
who work in the ticket office. So... I pulled some strings..."
   "La  Familia," Lindsey said, joking. i shrugged.
   "Front row, though?" she asked, still amazed. i just nodded.
   "So, does Betsy like her as much as you do?" i asked.
   "Oh," she said softly. i'd included a second ticket. "Um, we're kind
of... not... right now."
   "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there... I mean you can bring whoever..."
   She handed me the second ticket back. "Everyone I know who wants to go
is already going... with somebody, y'know?"
   i felt that pang of possessiveness again. Even though both Lindsey and
Mistress had separately indicated they weren't interested, i still didn't
like the idea of it just being the three of us; chiefly because my fear
was it would end up just the two of them. But i'd already committed.
Still, i handed the ticket back to Lindsey.
   "Just in case," i said, smiling. She kissed me on the top of my head
and the dashed out the door as dramatically as she'd entered. A small
crowd had gathered outside. i winked at them and they scattered like
billiard balls after the opening break.
   Friday night seemed to take forever to arrive, and when it finally did
i drove to Mistress' house around six-thirty, walked up to the front door
and rang the bell.
   She opened the door still dressed for work, smiled, and invited me in.
i was still as struck by the sterility of the mid-level of Her home as i
had been before. She gave me a long, soulful kiss.
   "Now michael," She said when She had finished, "what have you got in
store for Mistress tonight?"
   i handed Her one of the two tickets i still held. She examined it
thouroughly before gazing up at me with wonder in Her eyes.
   "Tori Amos?" She asked. i nodded.
    "How did you... how did you know?"
   i thought that a bit of an odd question. "You, uh, you posted a couple
of times to rec.music.tori-amos," i said.
   She shook Her head. "Not with THAT account." She sounded uncertain.
   i nodded. "P.t.altaic@******.com," i confirmed.
   She scrunched up Her face in concentration, trying hard to think back.
"Jesus! I must be getting really sloppy. What else have you dug up about
me that I didn't know was out there?"
   i began to feel guilty. "Uh, several posts to talk.politics.animals, a
couple to alt.religion.wicca."
   "And you read all of those?" She asked with awe in Her voice.
   "Well, the wiccan ones were kind of hard to follow, but yes."
   It was one of those moments i'd come to live for. For a second all the
collars and leashes, all the whips and dildoes and snakes, all faded away
and left the woman. The beautiful, beautiful woman.
   "Wow," She said, effectively summing up my feelings as well.
   On the drive to the auditorium i told Her i'd gotten tickets for
Lindsey as well, as it seemed like as good a "social" situation as any.
Mistress seemed even more pleased than before. i also explained in a
little more detail than i had with Lindsey about my aunt, and Mistress had
a similar sort of reaction.
   "you're proving to be a surprisingly resourceful young man, michael."
   "Just lucky, i guess."
   She grinned at me. "It's NEVER about luck, michael, remember that."
   We arrived at the auditorium early enough that parking was merely bad
as opposed to horrendous. As cities went, we lived in a fairly smallish
metropolitan area, but we had several major burgs within an hour's drive
so the concert ended up being packed.
   We waited outside for Lindsey to show up. The weather had turned again
and it was cold and drizzly.
   As we scanned the crowd, i noticed a young woman with brown hair and
large glasses peering intently at Mistress.
   "Doctor K-?" she asked, a little hesitantly.
   "Doctor?" i asked, astonished. Mistress rewarded me with a hard slap.
   The woman hung back, nervously, but Mistress smiled at her.
   "Hello, Mandy, I should have expected to see you here. michael," She
said turning to me, "this is Mandy S-, a woman I work with. Mandy this is
michael, My slave."
   Mandy didn't look too shocked about that. On closer inspection i
noticed she had a stud in her nostril and her ears were even more decked
out in jewelry than Lindsey's.
   "Is Jeffery here with you?" Mistress asked.
   "No," Mandy said angrily. "He was supposed to meet me, but I bet the
son of a bitch has gone off somewhere with his buddies to get high!"
   i was only moderately following the conversation when i felt a tug at
my sleeve. i turned and saw Lindsey.
   "Hey," she said, looking a little shy about interrupting.
   Mistress noticed her and introductions were made all around.
   "Isn't Betsy joining us?" Mistress asked and Lindsey went over that
again, finally admitting that she hadn't been able to find anybody else
for the remaining ticket.
   "Mandy," Mistress asked, "where are you sitting?"
   "Mezzanine, fifth row."
   Mistress had a twinkle in Her eye. "Not anymore."
***
    Everything i knew about Tori Amos came from a pair of badly dubbed
tapes a female friend at college liked to listen to. Seeing her in concert
was a revelation.
   Seeing her pour her passion out on the stage, i couldn't help but be
reminded of Mistress in Her dungeon - they even had the same shade of red
hair - and i, quite boldly i suppose, put my arm around Her as the concert
went on and held Her tight.
   Even though i enjoyed it, i was still sort of glad when the concert
ended. my hearing had always been incredibly sensitive and even when
listening to music i loved, i kept it down. Front row seats were a little
too much for me.
   We all left the auditorium feeling as though we'd been drained. The
experience had been intense, cathartic.
   Mistress sent me off to fetch the car while She and "the girls" waited
in the relative shelter under the marquee. When i pulled around in Her
car, i saw Mandy writing something on the envelope i'd given the tickets
to Lindsey in. Mistress ordered me to drive them to their respective cars,
which were both blocks away on opposite sides of the auditorium. Good-byes
were said by all and eventually i drove Mistress and myself back to Her
home.
   For the first time, She went around to the back with me, pulling me
along by the hand. She dragged me all the way to Her den with my clothes
still on and tore off Her pants.
   She still had enough energy left from the concert to pull my head down
between Her thighs, and i still had enough, barely, to satisfy Her.
*** 
   i spent the rest of that night and most of Saturday experiencing heavy
bondage for the first time in our relationship. my legs were bent back to
my buttocks, shins strapped to my thighs; and my wrists were cuffed to
their opposing ankle so my arms formed an "X" behind my back.
   Lastly, a latex hood completely covered my head, with a thick ball gag
built into the inside lining jammed into my straining jaw.
   She left me on the floor like that for nearly eighteen hours: cold,
cramping and alone.
   At six o'clock She released me and allowed me a half-hour to stretch
out and limber up before we headed out to the club. We had to
inconveniently go by way of my apartment, as i hadn't thought to bring my
gear with me to the concert.
   Again, She gave me the key to my chastity belt only upon our arrival,
and i had to find a vacant toilet stall in the men's locker room to take
it off in; smuggling it back out to my locker in a gym bag. i also
re-experienced that uncontrollable urge to masturbate once i was freed,
but again i got control of myself in time. i hated the way my hands flew
to my groin the instant the belt came off. It made me feel like an animal.
   We hit the ball around a few times in practice, and then got down to
business. i played better the second time around; which was to say that
instead of losing 15-3 / 15-0, i lost 15-7 / 15-3.
   When it was over, Mistress put Her hand on my arm and informed me that
for the second time i didn't have to put my belt back on in the locker
room. That made me very, very nervous.
   It was dark out by the time i'd finished showering and changing.
Mistress was waiting in the lit parking lot by the trunk of Her car, which
for some reason was open.
   As i drew near, She held up a piece of severe looking headgear. i
looked around the lot frantically. There were a few people about, but no
one seemed to be noticing.
   "Put it on NOW, michael," She warned me sternly. It had a padded
blindfold, a fat, pear shaped plug for the mouth and even little rubber
projections which went into the ears while leaving most of the outer
cartilage exposed. i pulled the straps over my head and carefully eased in
the various plugs. Mistress pulled the buckles tight and i could feel a
lock being snapped into place.
   With a shove, i tumbled into the trunk and the jolt of it slamming shut
rattled my body. 
   Being in the gear itself was a bit like being out on a moonless winter
night when it's snowing and there's no wind. In spite of my deep sense of
isolation, or perhaps because of it, i was acutely aware of the way my
body would be pulled one way or another as Mistress made turns. The
pattern didn't seem to correspond to the route i remembered leading back
to Her house; but if not there, where were we going?
   After a while the car stopped and the trunk opened, causing a flood of
cold air to spill over me. She hauled me out of the trunk and i got my
footing. Taking me by the waistband of my pants, She led me across a paved
surface and up a slight stoop, which tripped me up.
   We entered a room that was incredibly hot and stuffy. It smelled like a
continuous war had been waging between the heavy stink of animals and the
noxious fumes of disinfectants. A cacophony on vibrations assaulted me as
if dozens, maybe hundreds, of dogs and cats were all barking and crying at
me at once.
   She led me into another room where the air was very still and the smell
of disinfectant had clearly triumphed. my clothes were peeled from my
body.
   i felt another vibration in the air from across the room. Someone was
talking, and it wasn't Mistress. Mistress pushed me forward and a second
pair of soft, but unyielding, hands took hold of me. Together, they hefted
me up onto a freezing steel table. It was only about a third my length,
and felt unusually high up off the floor. my hands were tied up above my
head and my legs were pulled down and backwards over the sides of the
table and strapped into place, leaving my privates totally exposed. A
final, seemingly superfluous belt was strapped around my ribs, holding my
torso firm against the frigid metal.
   What transpired next was a conversation i experienced entirely as
sensation against my skin. i could identify each participant by their
position and the unique "feel" of their voices as they spoke. There were
in fact two other people in the room besides myself and Mistress; and i
quickly decided they were both women, which only relieved me slightly.
   Mistress stood just to left of me, and the other who had helped Her get
me on the table stood at the right. She, the other, began to tenderly
massage my straining chest and i was powerless to conceal they physical
manifestation of my... gratitude.
   The third woman took up the position Mistress had been occupying. She
began to talk, and to play with my left nipple. Initially i thought there
was something odd about her fingers until i realized, after it was too
late, that she was wearing surgical gloves. She was tugging and twisting
the little knob of skin, coaxing it to harden. 
  Suddenly, something metal and unforgiving clamped down on it. The
stranger who'd been comforting me withdrew one hand and began to pull the
clamp taut. A wet cotton ball was swabbed around the trapped nipple and
for a second it went all tingly. i actually enjoyed the electric
sensations as they shot through my chest.
   i guess my nipples were atypically soft for a man's, because the needle
slid right through my left one before my mind could even register what had
happened.
   The pain hit me all at once and i convulsed wildly. my body tried to
thrash and buck but that "superfluous" strap held me down. Inside my gag,
i screamed.
   There was a lot of excited talking going on, with Mistress' voice
coming across as a solid, unwavering force that impacted on my body and
sapped all hope of resistance.
   In a deft move, the needle was removed and what felt to be a ring was
emplaced. The cotton ball, or one just like it, was reapplied to the area,
and this time it stung. Then the two women, the fondler and the piercer,
switched sides. The padding of my blindfold absorbed my tears as i began
to cry.
   The right nipple was so much worse because i knew what was going to
happen. Despite the fondler's best efforts, my body was tensed up from the
roots of my hairs to the tips of my toes. Where i hadn't even noticed the
first needle until it was through me, the second felt like a skewer being
methodically shoved through my tender, screaming flesh. The second ring
was put in, and the blood was wiped up. Apparently i was so frightened, my
pulse went through the roof which made me a "gusher" in Mistress' words. 
   The piercer withdrew and seemed to get into a heated argument with
Mistress, who ended it with such a formidable bark of command that i began
to shiver. The fondler continued to try and soothe me, speaking soft,
comforting words which i read as warm, gentle breezes across my mortified
flesh.
   Not that anyone noticed, but i moaned like a man condemned when she
cupped her hand around my genitals and began to lift them away from my
body. The strong sobs that wracked me must have been apparent, though.
   The piercer returned and started to pinch and play with - not my
privates - but rather the ridge of tissue just behind them and in front of
my asshole. Again, confusion and curiosity on my part helped distract me
until the deed was done and the hurt was upon me. Later, looking back on
the experience, i was amazed at how a part of my body i'd scarcely even
been aware existed could suddenly feel so excruciatingly alive.
   A tiny set of "barbells" was screwed into place down there.
   i thought that might be the end of it, but the last piercing was the
worst, in spite of its banality.
   There was a snap-hiss loud and distinct enough for me to hear through
the plugs; accompanied by a monstrous tearing sensation in my left
earlobe. i howled in my mask like a maddened beast and whipped myself
against my bonds so savagely that they actually gave a little.
   The piercer and Mistress began talking in low, hushed tones and left
the room. The fondler took the opportunity to plant a small kiss on the
top of my head. i caught a whiff of familiar perfume, and inside my gag
gasped - "Lindsey?" - and then she had left the room too; leaving me in
the cold and the silence to languish in fresh pain with every beat of my
heart.
   Eventually Mistress returned for me and undid the straps and ropes. She
led me - still naked - through the discordant room filled with animals and
back out across the parking lot where i was dumped unceremoniously into
the trunk and driven back to Her home.
   The headgear stayed with me every step of the way as She guided me
through the house and into Her den, where She left me to stand quietly for
a few minutes. Then She returned and brought me to the bathroom and
gently, but firmly, eased me into a tub filled with warm water. The heat
in the water seemed to leach away the pain and calmed me greatly.
   The lock on the buckles clicked and Mistress removed the straps and
plugs as tenderly as i had put them on. i kept my eyes closed at first,
opening them cautiously to deal with the sudden influx of light; but She'd
seen to that as well.
   The bathroom was dimly, but comfortably lit by a handful of candles
strewn about on the sink and the toilet tank. In their flickering light, i
timorously glanced down and inspected the changes that my second loss had
wrought. 

END OF CHAPTER NINE
   Note: Please feel free to E-mail with any constructive criticism and
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   Once, I swore I would die for you,
   But I never meant like this.
   I never meant like this.
   No, I never meant like this.

                Stabbing Westward "Shame"