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