Show your Lines

Emily was tired of the club scene, the same desperate people searching for some sort of connection. When her friend Patrick had called and told her he had a special treat for her, a new club he had found, she almost said no. Then he said something that piqued her interest.

“Wear that black lace cat suit you’ve got, with a black thong underneath it.” There was a strange tone in his voice that sent shivers through her body. She tried to shake it off. This was Patrick, her best friend. You weren’t supposed to get turned on by your best friends.

“Anything else, Master?” Emily joked. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Patrick?”

“Put on the cat suit and the thong.” Patrick said his voice huskier than usual. “Nothing else. I am bringing something for you to wear with it.”

“Why the mystery?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” Emily didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Then do as I say, pet. No more questions. I will be there in half an hour. Be ready, don’t make me wait. ”

Emily stared at the phone for a moment after Patrick had hung up. Something was different. His tone was firmer, more commanding and confident. There was a tingling warmth low in her belly, but she knew there was no time to do anything about it. She had to hurry.

When the doorbell rang exactly half an hour later she was just putting the finishing touches on her make up. Standing in front of her mirror she looked at herself in the nearly transparent bodysuit, the creaminess of her skin shining through and felt sexier than she ever had in her life. She had left her hair natural, the curls falling wildly around her shoulders. The high neck of the bodysuit covered her all the way up to her throat, but the material was so thin her breasts were clearly outlined. The nipples were straining against the fabric, hard and aching. She slipped her feet into a pair of black heels as she quickly moved to open the door. Emily’s jaw dropped as she saw Patrick standing there.

Patrick was dressed all in black leather. A long black coat covered a vest and tight leather pants, shiny boots with silver tips peeked from under the bottoms. He carried a bag in one hand. Patrick’s eyes traveled slowly over her thinly clad body, the heat from his gaze lingering on her breasts. He nodded once as he entered her apartment.

“Very nice.” Patrick said. “Well done. I’ve brought you a few things to complete your ensemble though.”

Patrick walked over and sat in the one high backed chair in the room and beckoned her over. Emily went without thinking standing in front of this stranger who was her best friend. Patrick reached into the bag he carried and brought out a strange looking collection of delicate chains and leather straps. As he held it up and jiggled it to let the chains fall into place Emily realized it was some sort of harness.

“Kneel.” Patrick directed. Emily automatically knelt at his feet, her knees slightly apart. He secured a strap around her throat, arranging the others so that they wrapped around her chest and hips, with one running between her legs. The chains hung in inverted arcs down the front and back of her body, and jingled softly when she moved. Patrick reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of tall boots with very high heels. He had Emily stand and slip her feet into the boots, holding her hips to steady her. “Now walk for me.”

Emily turned and walked away from him, her feet getting used to the stiletto heels and the feel of the leather harness. She could feel Patrick’s eyes on her as she made a circuit of the room and stopped in front of him again.

“One last thing.” Patrick reached into the bag again and drew out a long length of leather. There was a loop at one end and a metal clasp at the other. Emily looked at him questioningly. This was a leash. He pointed to the floor in front of him and Emily sank gracefully to her knees. Patrick attached the clasp to the metal ring at the front of the neck band and gave it a gentle tug. Emily stifled a gasp of pleasure that took her by surprise. Patrick smiled knowingly.

“Tonight I am going to take you into a part of my world I’ve never shared with you before.” He said leaning forward to look into her eyes. “From this moment you are my pet, you will call me Master. Keep your eyes lowered, and do exactly as I say. Trust me…I’ll take care of you…I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Emily looked deeply into Patrick’s eyes and he regarded her calmly, waiting for her to make her decision. The trust she had in him and this new feeling she was so curious to feel more of settled the matter for her. Emily dropped her eyes and bowed her head slightly. She didn’t see the gleam in Patrick’s eye or the smile that spread across his face, his plan was coming together nicely.

Emily was silent on the way to the club but her mind was full of questions. Patrick glanced at her from time to time, wondering if she had any idea how sexy she was dressed this way. He was taking a big risk bringing her here this way. He knew that Emily had an interest in the D/s lifestyle, but that she was too afraid take it any farther. That was one reason he had kept this side of his life from her until now…when he had her complete trust. He pulled the car into a parking space and turned to look at the woman beside him. Tonight he would either lose his best friend or gain something much more.

“We’ll be meeting a few of my friends.” Patrick said putting a finger under Emily’s chin and lifting her face so she looked at him. “If you are spoken to look to me before answering, speak respectfully and keep your answers short. You can look around, but be discrete, try not to make eye contact with anyone other than those like yourself. If you do look down quickly.”

Patrick watched these instructions sink in and he smiled at Emily. There was a glow about her, a flushed sort of excitement that enhanced the wildness of her appearance. Patrick leaned closer and placed a hard kiss on her lips, feeling her tense up in surprise. He slid his hand behind her head and held her still while his tongue danced across her lips teasing and pressing until they opened. As soon as he felt this small measure of surrender he drew back and looked at her seriously. Emily knew without Patrick saying so that she could expect a lot more than this simple kiss before the night was over.

They left the car and walked toward what looked like some sort of warehouse. There were few windows and those were dark. It looked abandoned, except for the numerous cars parked around it. As they drew closer Emily could feel vibrations though the soles of her feet, the thumping of a heavy bass line. Her blood picked up the rhythm, pounding through her veins. When they rounded the corner of the building Emily saw a long line of people waiting to get inside. Patrick ignored the line and walked up to one of the huge men standing at the door. They were well over six feet tall and extremely muscular, and they were both dressed as mid-evil executioners, masks and all. Walking slightly behind Patrick she noticed that as they approached his walk became a slow saunter, he held himself straighter, and his shoulders suddenly seemed broader. He walked right up to the nearest man and clapped him on one bare shoulder. The man unfolded his arms from across his chest and turned to look at them. His menacing demeanor immediately changed and if he had not been wearing the mask Emily was sure he would have been smiling.

“Good evening Sir.” The large man said and turned to open the door for them. Emily glanced at Patrick wondering just how long he had been coming to this club and why he had never said anything to her before.

The music met them like a physical force. Emily was instantly entranced with what she saw. The interior was dark and smoky, people were everywhere on the dance floor, at tables and in booths. She could feel eyes moving hungrily over her and suddenly felt like a rabbit in a den of wolves. She lowered her eyes and moved closer to Patrick. He sensed her movement and smiled to himself. He seemed to know exactly where he was going and soon led her into a small alcove where a few other people were seated on large regal looking chairs. They greeted Patrick enthusiastically. Emily observed them through lowered lashes.

There were three other men dressed similarly to Patrick and a woman. The woman’s attire caught Emily’s attention immediately. She was dressed all in shiny red vinyl. The sides of her tight pants were laced from ankle to waist leaving at least an inch of skin showing in the spaces between. Her top was a halter type creation that barely contained her large breasts. Her lips and long fingernails were painted the same red as her clothes. Her hair was jet black and fell in a straight sheet down her back. She was exotically gorgeous. The woman walked over and slid her arms around Patrick’s neck, pressed herself against him and pulled his head down to hers kissing him deeply. Then she stepped back and looked over at Emily.

“So…” Red’s voice was a low purr. “This is the new toy you’ve been coveting. Do you honestly think she’s worthy of you?”

Emily felt her body tense up in agitation, then she suddenly had a flash of insight. This was some sort of test. The woman reached out and took Emily’s chin in her hand and tilted her face up. Emily kept her eyes cast down, not meeting the woman’s gaze. The woman made a sound of approval.

“Pretty.” She said and moved back to her chair. That was when Emily noticed that there were other’s in the alcove as well. Seated on low stools near each chair were four other women. Their attire varied from sweet innocence to high class slutty. They sat in silence, eyes cast down, yet they seemed to be observing everything that was going on. The one sitting beside Red’s chair raised her head a bit and looked Emily in the eye, hostility flashing across her face before she looked away. Holding Emily’s leash, Patrick walked over to a vacant chair and sat down. Emily looked for one of the low stools the others had but there was none there. Patrick tugged gently at her leash and patted his lap.

Emily’s mind worked quickly and she lowered herself onto Patrick’s lap knowing immediate obedience was expected by those watching. His arm came around her tugging her closer and turning her sideways so that her thighs were across his. She slipped an arm around his shoulders and curled cat like against him. If these people wanted a show they were going to get one. She wasn’t going to let Patrick down in front of his friends.

Conversation floated around different subjects and Emily began to relax in Patrick’s arms. There didn’t seem to really be that much difference in this club and any others, aside from how people were dressed. People danced and they drank and they talked, they checked out other people for a more intimate connection. She felt Patrick nudge her hip with his hand and glanced at him quickly. His eyes darted to the dance floor then he looked back at her. She understood what he was saying and gracefully stood waiting for him to lead her out into the dancing throng.

They had danced together before, many times. Tonight, however, was different. The music was vibrating at the backs of Emily’s ears. She could feel it like a heartbeat against her skin. He body moved with Patrick’s in writhing sensual motions. They touched and moved away, drew back together and pressed close, their lips hovered near each others and they breathed each other in. Patrick looked deeply into her eyes pulling her body close against his, all pretense of dancing abandoned. Emily gasped, feeling heat explode inside her. Patrick held her tight, their bodies barely swaying.

“Kiss me, pet.” Patrick said in a low tone. Emily could think of nothing she would rather do. Her arms slid up around Patrick’s neck and she rose on tiptoe to press her lips softly against his. Patrick’s hands crept down over her ass, lifting her against him, the heat from his hands burning through the lacey material. Emily kissed him deeper, her tongue dancing with his. Her hands twined in his hair and the intensity of her kisses increased.

Emily was so lost in the taste and feel of kissing Patrick that she didn’t feel him ease her back to the floor, or his hands on her upper arms. Patrick pushed her gently away from him enjoying the bemused expression on her face.

“Stop.” He took the leash that he had removed from her while they danced and attached it to her collar again leading her back to the alcove where his friends were seated. Emily followed him wondering what she had done wrong, why he had stopped her.

While they had been dancing someone had produced one of the small stools that the others were sitting on and placed it beside Patrick’s chair. Patrick looked slightly amused, his gaze resting on the woman who had glared so fiercely at Emily when they arrived.

“Kitten thought that perhaps your new pet might like her own seat.” Red said. Her voice held the lilt of laughter. Emily glanced at the one called Kitten from under her lashes and saw a gloating smile on her face. An idea bloomed in Emily’s mind, this woman was jealous. She wanted Patrick. Emily felt a strange tightening in her stomach, and found that her hands had curled into fists at her sides. Patrick resumed his seat and looked up at Emily for a moment. Then he tugged her leash and gently pulled her toward him.

“That’s very thoughtful, kitten, but I want my pet where I can enjoy her.” Patrick reached out and put his hands on Emily’s hips guiding her to sit across his lap facing him. The vulnerability of her position seemed to intensify the sensations Emily was experiencing. Patrick rubbed his hands along her thighs watching her intently. Emily’s face was flushed, her eyes dark, her breathing was quick and shallow. She glanced into Patrick’s eyes her arousal and confusion clear. Things were moving so fast and she wasn’t sure exactly where they were going.

Patrick was torn. He wanted to keep Emily reeling from the onslaught of erotic stimulus he was supplying, but on the other hand he didn’t want to scare her. It was time to give her a chance to back out if she wanted to. He reached up suddenly and gripped the back of Emily’s head pulling her down to kiss her fiercely, wanting one last taste in case she backed out. A tremor passed through Emily and she moaned into his mouth. It was almost his undoing. Patrick wanted her and he knew that at this moment she was his. He could take her wherever and however he wanted. It was very important to him that she knew exactly what she was getting into though. He wanted her 100%, her body yes, but also her heart, her hopes, her dreams. Patrick broke their connection, resting his forehead against hers. “Pet,” He whispered. “I want you to go to the ladies room, splash some cool water on your face and take a few deep breaths.”

Emily moved on his lap, her body pressing against his in a fevered motion as she tried to kiss him again. Patrick slid his hands into Emily’s hair and pulled her away with gentle force.

“No.” His voice was low but firm. Emily dropped her eyes trying to hide the hurt she was suddenly feeling. Patrick smiled and kissed her softly. “When you come back I want you to have decided if we go on with this or if I take you home and say good night.”

Patrick looked deeply into her eyes waiting for what he had said to penetrate the haze of desire fogging Emily’s mind. She returned his gaze understanding beginning to grow. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Know this…if your answer is yes, you are mine. I will take your body in any way that pleases me. You will learn the depths and heights of submission.” His words caused gooseflesh to rise visibly on Emily’s arms. Patrick trailed a fingertip slowly along her forearm then reached over suddenly and grasped one firm nipple pinching it hard between his thumb and finger. Emily gasped and arched against his hand. Patrick released her and pushed her knees until she had to stand or fall to the floor. “Go. Now.”

Emily backed away from him on shaky legs then turned and walked away in search of the ladies room. As she walked her mind began to work more clearly. This was a side of Patrick that she had never known existed, and yet she felt as if she had always known. She thought about all the times they had sat talking late into the night when neither of them had dates. How she had told him her deepest fantasies and he had shared none of this. Had he been into this scene then, had he been playing her all along? Did it matter?

Standing at the mirror in the ladies room she let cool water run over her wrists, cooling her blood. She looked at her reflection seeing herself as if she had never looked into her own eyes before. It came down to one question. Could she sleep with her best friend? No, it was more than that. Could she give herself wholly to Patrick, surrender all control to him as she had never surrendered to anyone else?

The door opened behind her and Kitten entered the room. She stood with her hands on her hips her eyes traveling over Emily slowly. Emily watched her in the mirror for a moment before turning to face her.

“Is there something you want?” Emily asked.

“I don’t see it.” Kitten said. Her voice was higher than Emily expected. There was a barely detectable whine to her tone. “You just aren’t Patrick’s type.”

Emily felt a second of self doubt before a strong urge to rip Kitten’s hair out by the roots gripped her. She was shocked at her own jealous feelings, so surprised that she couldn’t help but laugh. Kitten was taken aback for a moment by Emily’s laughter. Then her eyes narrowed to feral slits.

“You do know you’re just a cover?” She said in a vicious tone.

“A cover for what?”

“So that Mistress doesn’t get suspicious. When I’ve proven myself to Patrick he will take me from her and I will belong to him.”

Emily considered for a moment the possibility of this mean spirited woman with Patrick and knew she was lying. There was no way he would be interested in her. She was just trying to cause trouble. Emily smiled and shook her head, knowing just how to really get to Kitten.

“Perhaps.” She said. “But I will be the one in his bed tonight, not you.”

Emily brushed past the woman and left the ladies room. She stood for a moment gazing around the club, watching the people. An idea began to form in her mind and she suddenly knew what she was going to do to show Patrick her answer. She slipped through the crowd and mounted the steps to the DJs loft. The man eyed her appreciatively while she presented her idea. He smiled when she was done and said he had just the thing she needed. He called an assistant over and they worked out some quick details. Emily dashed down the steps and worked her way out to the middle of the dance floor and took her position, waiting. She raised her arms above her head, wrists crossed, fingers splayed gracefully. Her head was bowed forward letting her hair hide her face from view. Suddenly, with the abrupt end of the song that was playing, the flashing and swirling lights on the dance floor went out. There were startled exclamations from those around her. A bright spotlight temporarily blinded Emily as it isolated her from the crowd. She could sense the confused dancers stepping back leaving her alone in the center of the floor.

A song began to play, the music starting off with a slow deep beat. Emily began to move, her body undulating like waves in water. Years of dance lessons were finally having their day. From the corner of her eye she saw Patrick come and stand at the edge of the crowd of onlookers, his friends on either side of him. Kitten stood with her arms across her chest, glaring. The speed of the music increased and Emily twirled and danced her hair flying around her face. Her hands beckoned to Patrick, her hips swaying seductively. He stepped out into circle of light, his hands on his hips, an appreciative smile on his lips. Emily danced around him, caressing his arms and shoulders lightly then moving away. Her body moved in ways that caused the audience to applaud wildly.

One of the other Dom’s that were there said that he wanted a go at Kimberly, Ice Cube Boy told him that was fine but that she had safe words she would use if she could not take any more and the Dom agreed to his terms.

Kimberly was released from the chains, only to be turned to face the group, the gag was removed, and she was told that when she could not take any more all she had to do was use the safe words that Ice Cube Boy and her had agreed on before. She thanked him for removing the gag, said that she would use the safe words if she felt the need to do so, and smiled to her Master.

The Dom raised the flogger, brought it down on Kimberly’s breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs and her cunny several times before she cried out in pain, the Dom was surprised at how much pain she could take and smiled at her.

He then applied the clover clamps, placed the chain in her mouth, telling her that when she felt the pain she was to pull on the chain, and if need be to use her safe words.

With the chain in her mouth, she smiled at the Dom, and agreed to do as he said, bit down on the chain and pulled up on it when she felt the stinging of the whip coming down on her tender breasts, stomach and cunny. She did not care about her thighs because she knew that they could take the brunt of the abuse that she was getting from the whip.

The Dom was pleased to see that she was pulling on the chain and continued his assault on her breasts, stomach, cunny and thighs wondering how much more she could take.

Finally, after about a half-hour of taking the pain from the whip and flogger Kimberly said, “Red light Sir,” and the session was stopped, the clover clamps taken off her tender nipples. She was then released from the chains, a blanket wrapped around her, and taken to her Master, where she was pulled onto his lap, and snuggled to help her relax.

Kimberly finally realized that she was in what is best known as sub space once again, and was so quiet that Ice Cube Boy was concerned, picked her up and carried her out to take her home. Once they were at his quarters, he ran a hot bath; put in some lavender oil to soothe her wounds and help her to relax.

He sat with her, told her that he was proud of her for taking such a beating and not giving up her fight to get away from the cook. He told her that when she was in bed he had a call to make and that her surprise would be there in the morning when she woke, she smiled at him and said, “thank You Master.”

He told her she did not need to call him Master any more because he was not her true Master, and that she would see what he meant in the morning. When she was done in the tub he wrapped a warm towel around her, helped into the spare bedroom, gave her one of his shirts which was in itself a nightie on her, she put it on and curled up on the bed. Ice Cube Boy pulled the covers over her, sat with her until she fell asleep, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear.

“Havoc, Billy will be pleased to hear how well you did tonight, as I am proud of you as well.”

He then left her, turned off the light and closed the door slightly, called Billy to let him know that Kimberly was asleep in his spare bedroom. He also told him that she would be very sore in the morning, but that he would explain it all to him when he arrived shortly to talk to him.

When Billy arrived, Ice Cube Boy told him what had happened, which really set Billy off on a rampage, saying that he wanted to kill the cook for hurting His havoc. Ice Cube Boy told Billy that the MP’s would be taking care of the cook shortly, but that they would need Kimberly’s statement, and that she would need all the love and support she could get to help her get through this.

Billy agreed that she would need all the help she could get, promised to be there for her not just as her commanding officer/Master, but also as her friend and knows that she may not want to speak of what had happened to her that night.

Kimberly woke up crying because she had a bad dream and was in pain from the beating she had taken that night, both Billy and Ice Cube Boy went running to see what she was crying for. She was so happy to see Billy that she almost forgot what she was crying for, until he asked her what she was crying for.

She told them that she had a bad dream and that she was so sore she did not think she could sleep if her life depended on it, Billy told her that was not funny, and she apologized.

Billy told her that it was okay because he knew what she meant, and that she did good by fighting as hard as she did to keep herself alive and as well as could be expected under the circumstances. Billy told her that he was furious that the cook had done this to her and that she went off without telling anyO/one where she was going, but was happy to have her back safe and sound where she belonged.

Kimberly told Billy and Ice Cube Boy that she was sorry that she had not told anyO/one where she was going or how long she would be gone for but that she just needed some alone time.

She promised it would not happen again, and asked if she could have something to ease the pain, Billy told her that Ice Cube Boy had gone to call the doctor about giving her something for pain.

She told Billy that she did not want any needles because she was sick of being used as a pin cushion, he laughed at her and said that, “If that was what the doctor gives you My havoc, then that is what you will get.”

Kimberly hoped that she would not be used as a pin cushion yet again, but was not to happy when the doctor came over, looked at her wounds, applied lotion to prevent infection and told her to roll over.

She knew right then and there that the doctor would have to give her a shot in the ass to relieve the pain she was in, but at that point in time she did not care any more. When the doctor had given her the shot to help ease the pain, he told Billy and Ice Cube Boy that he wanted to speak with them in the living room.

Kimberly begged Billy to stay at least until she had fallen asleep and he agreed to stay with her until she had fallen asleep as she asked. The doctor told Billy that he would talk to him later, because Kimberly needed him more now than ever before, Billy looked at the doctor and asked him to wait for a bit until Kimberly had fallen asleep.

The doctor agreed to wait until she had fallen asleep to speak to both him and Ice Cube boy, but told Billy that it was important for Billy not to blame Kimberly for what had happened to her.

Billy promised not to blame her, asked what the doctor wanted to talk about, kissed Kimberly’s cheek and whispered, “I am proud of you My havoc, and love you very much.”

He then walked out, turned off the light, shut the door a bit, went to the living room, sat down and listened to what the doctor had to say about Kimberly’s condition. The doctor told them that she would need a lot of love, care, compassion, understanding, but most of all she would need time to come to terms with what had happened to her.

He told them not to push her to speak about what had happened, but to let her know they were there for her when she was ready to speak of what had happened to her that night. He also told them that she may try to push it out of her mind, get on with some semblance of normalcy in her life, and may try to overcome it by becoming a workaholic.

The doctor also told them that he was worried she may regress back to being anorexic or bulimic and if that happened that they were in for a long hard road to getting her back because she would go into denial about it.

Billy knew she had been anorexic and bulimic before but did not know the extent of her condition when she was younger because Kimberly did not like talking about her childhood for some unknown reason.

The doctor told him that it was because her childhood had not been a good one, that she had been physically abused, raped and emotionally abused, that she was embarrassed by it, therefore, she did not wish to speak of it.

Billy asked if the doctor could tell him more about Kimberly’s experience with the bulimia and anorexia, or if he would have to get her permission to do so. The doctor told him that he would have to ask Kimberly if she would be willing to let him tell Billy about her condition back then, but that he did not see a problem with it because he knew that she loves Billy very much.

Kimberly slept through the rest of the night, which made Billy and Ice Cube Boy happy, they said good night to each other and went to bed for the remainder of the night. When she woke up the next day, Kimberly was in so much pain that she thought she would die if she moved even an inch. She called out for Billy and when he came into the bedroom she told him how she felt and asked him to help her out of bed.

He told her to stay put, that he was going to call the doctor, have him come and look at her, then they could go from there because he did not want to hurt her more than she was already and gave her a soft kiss on her right cheek. She did not like the idea of the doctor coming over again but agreed to it because she loved him, and did not want to argue for hours on end bout it.

She also knew that to argue was to disobey Master, which could bring about punishment when she was fully healed and she did not like the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach when she disappointed Master. When Billy returned, he told her that the doctor was going to come over, check her over, possibly give her something for the pain, she told him no more needles.

He told her that if the doctor wanted to give her another shot to help ease her pain that she would let him or suffer with the pain. She agreed to do what the doctor said only because she did not want to suffer with the pain any longer than she had to, but did not like the idea of more needles.

When the doctor got there, he told Billy that he wanted to speak to Kimberly by himself, when he was done speaking with her he would let Billy know and then he could come back into the bedroom.

The doctor asked Kimberly if she would mind him speaking with Billy about her experience with the anorexia and bulimia, to which she replied that it would be fine if he did so. Then the doctor had a look at her wounds, put more lotion on them, gave her some percocet for the pain, told her to take two every four to six hours or as needed, but to remember that they would make her drowsy.

She told him that she was just glad it meant no more needles, the doctor told her that he would leave some morphine with Billy and a few syringes in case they needed to give her something stronger for pain. He also told her that having a bath with some lavender oil would help ease her pain as well as help her to relax a bit more, that she also needed to remember to eat something even if it was only something small.

She promised to have the lavender oil bath, try to eat something small when she was hungry but most of all she promised to rest for the remainder of the day.

When the doctor heard her say that, he called Billy back into the bedroom, told him what Kimberly had said, he also told Billy that she had given permission for the doctor to speak with him about her experience with the bulimia and anorexia.

Billy thanked Kimberly for allowing the doctor to speak with him about her experience with them, kissed her cheek, told her that he was going to run her a bath with the lavender oil, come back, help her out of bed and into the bath. He also told her that he would make her some toast and tea, so that she could at least eat something small, she thanked him, told him that she loves him dearly and did not know what she would do without him.

He told her that he hoped she would never have to find out what she would do without him because he loved her and could not stand it if something happened to her as well.

The doctor told Billy that he wanted to leave him some morphine and a few syringes in case they needed to give Kimberly something stronger than the percocet, and watched her cringe at the mere mention of needles again.

Billy told her that he was proud of her for agreeing to have the bath, eat something small and rest for the remainder of the day because he wanted only what was best for her.

She reached up, kissed his cheek, told him that she loved him and that was why she was agreeing to do what she knew was best for her because she did not want to get sick. When she had her bath and had eaten she told Billy that she wanted to do some work from the laptop and could he please get it for her so she could finish up some of the paperwork she had started before she wondered off by herself.

He went and got the laptop, brought it back, turned it on for her, handed it to her, told her not to work too long and she promised not to work too hard or too long. She finished up the paperwork she started the day before, emailed it to the Colonel, asked him to send her some more things to do so she did not go stir crazy waiting for her wounds to heal and he agreed to send her more later that day.

Kimberly turned the laptop off, set it on the floor by the bed, curled up, pulled the blankets up over her and fell asleep for six hours. When she woke up she screamed out in pain, Billy came in, gave her some percocet and told her to lay there for a bit, so that the percocet had a chance to kick in.

Kimberly was not one to argue these days because of all she had been through and knew that to even attempt to argue with Billy or Ice Cube Boy was useless because she knew it was an argument that would not be won by her.

She also knew that Master was right, that if she did not give the percocet a chance to kick in that she would be in pain for the rest of the day and she did not want that to be the case that day. She knew that the Colonel should have sent some more work to her email, asked Billy if he would hand her the laptop, once she had the laptop on the bed, she turned it on and began working on what was in her email.

The Colonel had sent her, what he thought was a week’s worth of work, only to find out from Kimberly that she had done it in four hours. The Colonel was happy that she had it done sooner, but had to find work for her to do because he did not want her to be restless and finding herself in trouble once again.

Kimberly asked Billy and Ice Cube Boy if she could get up and go for a walk before her legs got stiff, they told her that as long as she agreed to have one or both of them go with her that she could go for a short walk.

Kimberly agreed to let them both go with her because she wanted to get out and enjoy some fresh air, let alone see Sports Man again now that he was back at his quarters resting. Billy helped Kimberly get dressed, put on some runners, and a light jacket, then got his shoes and coat on, they both met Ice Cube Boy at the door.

They went to see Sports Man because Kimberly wanted to make sure he was okay and to let him know she was sorry for running out that fateful day that she was hurt.

When they got there the M.P.’s were there also, well that set Kimberly into a panic, she went rushing in to see if Sports Man was okay, gave him a big hug and asked what the MP’s were doing there. He told her that because of what had happened to her that they were questioning everyO/one that knows her in order to help press charges against the cook.

Kimberly was even more confused than she had been when she got to Sports Man’s quarters and asked him to explain what he meant by his comment.

Everyone knew that she may not remember all the details of what happened, but they expected her to at least remember some of what happened to her the day she ran out of the infirmary. Billy suggested they go see the doctor to find out if she was healing okay or if she needed antibiotics, but she did not want to leave Sports Man until he had explained it all to her.

Billy promised her that he would explain it all to her later, but that he really wanted her to go get checked out by the doctor because he was concerned she may be getting an infection in her wounds.

Kimberly knew that he really wanted the doctor to check her out and see if she had amnesia because she could not remember what had happened to her. Kimberly agreed to go see the doctor, but told Billy that she knew the real reason he wanted her to go see him, and that she was fine other than being in a bit of pain. He told her that if she wanted they could go back to Ice Cube Boy’s quarters and she could take some more percocet.

Kimberly told him that it had not been long enough for her to take any more percocet, but that she would go to the doctor and see what he said about her not being able to remember what happened that day she ran out of the infirmary. When they got to the infirmary Kimberly was told to sit in the waiting area while the doctor spoke to Billy about why she could not remember what happened that day.

Kimberly paced back and forth in the waiting area, waiting to speak with the doctor about her memory of what happened the day she ran out of the infirmary and what had happened to her later that day. When the doctor came out and told her that he needed to run some tests on her, she became nervous and asked him what kind of tests, why, when he would have the results and if he had told Billy.

The doctor answered her questions, but Kimberly still felt uneasy about having all these tests done and decided she needed to speak with Billy first.

She told Billy that she was nervous about having all these tests done and why she was nervous, he told her that no matter the outcome he would always be there for her. The doctor had ordered a bunch of blood tests, an ultrasound, x-rays, and finally told her she needed to see the base psychologist to see if there was a psychological reason that she was not remembering what had happened.

She met with the psychologist for over two hours only to find out she was fine, but did need to learn to reduce her stress level, and learn to talk about her feelings more openly with Billy. She agreed to try to speak more openly and honestly with Billy about her feelings but told the psychologist that she was scared to tell him how she was feeling and why she was feeling that way.

When the doctor got all the test results he had Kimberly and Billy come to the infirmary to meet with him so that he could give them the results and explain what they meant to Kimberly. He also told her that if she had any questions after he had explained what they meant to her that he would answer them as best he could, and also told Billy that all she needed was time to remember the fateful events of that day.

He reminded Billy not to push her into remembering what happened or how long she had been tortured for, that when she remembered that she would need him more than she had in the past.

Billy told the doctor that he had to get back to work and asked if he could find someO/one to come get her, take her back to Ice Cube Boy’s quarters to rest for the remainder of the day and work from home.

The doctor told him to go back to work, not to worry about her getting back to Ice Cube Boy’s quarters because he would have two MP’s take her back to the quarters and remain there until Billy or Ice Cube Boy were done for the day. Billy thanked him, kissed Kimberly, told her that he loves her and that he would call and check up on her later that day.

The doctor told Kimberly that she needed to be eating smaller meals more often throughout the day because she was hypoglycemic and needed to be taking in smaller meals to help keep her healthy.

He then called the MP’s and had them escort her to Ice Cube Boy’s quarters where they were told to stay with her until either him or Billy arrived home for the day. They took her back to Ice Cube Boy’s quarters, made sure Kimberly was comfortable and stayed with her for the remainder of the day, making sure to check on her every couple of hours.

“And now cum for your owner, slave. Give me what is mine. Fuck with the vibe and the plug and come for me. Crest….. fall over the edge, and sing for me.”

“Cumming., cumming, ohgawd, cumming. Stillllll………………………”

“Good girl. My sextoy. My owned toy.”

“Ohyesyesyesyes,Your toy.”

He gave her a few minutes to swim back up to the surface, in the afterglow of the orgasmic fury that had consumed her.

“You shall keep the clamps on your nipples until bedtime, and the tools in your holes, with the vibe on Low, and you will keep your cunt taped open. You may loosen the clamps and the pins as needed for safety. But you will remain filled and spread. You will remove the syringe now, from your clit. Make it hurt…..”

She blanched at his words. She was desperate to relieve the insane assault on her clit, but the act of stretching and the popping her clit free would be savagely painful. There was no alternative, though. She began to lift…

“Yes Sir…. ohmanohomanohman.” When it finally popped free, she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. It was too bad he couldn’t hear her. He would have enjoyed her primal shriek, too, as much as she had.

His words flowed across the screen, not waiting for her to regain her composure or to let the painwaves subside. Whether she was ready or not didn’t matter. He was ready, and she would follow him, anywhere he wanted to take her. She struggled to focus on what he was demanding of her now.

“You will masturbate to the edge every 30 minutes to midnight, three hours from now. And then you may orgasm again, once. And only then may you remove your decorations for the night. So put away the rest of the toys now, back in the box; and cover yourself and the obscenely beautiful things on and in your body.”

“Thank You, Master…. yes of course… I can’t help but ask about the spreading… I meant to tell You, but can’t remember if I did… I have been using the tapes on my cunt… when I wear a skirt… to hold my labia opened and my clit hood pulled upward all day… that is how sticky they are. Clit exposed to the air… I love it.

“Good girl. And no, you did not tell me that. I will want a photograph of you like that taped wide open and with it on your hood.”

“Yes… I will work on that.” She was pleased that he wanted to see her like that. She loved sending him the images she captured of herself, displaying her obedience for his inspection, and his approval.

“And now I will kiss you on the lips and hug you and run my fingers through your hair.”

“Ahh if only it were really so.”

“And now I shall say goodnight, my sweet pet, my slave and my mellycunt.”

“Good night, Master. Sweet dreams.”

“Dream vividly, mine. Dream of me.”

“Always. You know I do. Always.”

*Elise*

Elise was in heaven. She was on the beach – her favorite ribbon of golden sand, the one below her mother’s home - soaking up the Florida sun, and enjoying the waves lapping at the shore a few feet away and the seagulls wheeling and diving in the air like a squadron of Top Gun fighter pilots. This was her refuge, her place to go to relax and exhale. And where she went to savor the hedonistic joys of nakedness; and the sensual display of her bare flesh to whoever happened to wander past. She was a woman who was more than comfortable in her own skin, and she indulged her passion for sensuality whenever she had the opportunity to do so.

And today was one of those opportunities. For while the beach was a private strip of sand, it was by no means empty or devoid of interested, and interesting, onlookers. She most definitely did have an audience.

A pale-skinned man was strolling slowly along the wet, hard stripe of sand at the water’s edge, spending far more time ogling the beach’s few female occupants than he wasted on seagulls and the skittering little crabs or the occasional shell. And over there, about thirty feet away, was a pair of gorgeous young women alternated lounging on their blanket and running short sprints into the waves to cool off.

Elise had artfully posed her body on her towel, lying on her back and without a single scrap of clothing or covering to conceal the sight of her hard, pink-nippled breasts and her smooth, bare and freshly shaven pussy. She enjoyed doing this for herself, and for the illicit thrill it gave her; knowing that she could make cocks hard and pussies wet with her overt and shameless display. And even more, she loved doing this because she was an owned woman – owned by a Master who loved exhibiting and showing off his slave-goddess to others whenever possible, even when he was not there to savor the sight of her with his own eyes.

The man was already staring at her shameless display as he approached, his pace decelerating as he drew nearer and with his eyes riveted on her bare, smooth flesh while his cock tented the front of his shorts.

“Hello, Master. It is so good to hear your voice,” she said after answering the trilling chime of her cell phone. “Yes, I am on the beach this morning. It’s glorious today - simply magnificent. I am going to be so sad to have to leave on Thursday.” She smiled, anticipating his next question even before he had whispered it in her ear. “Yes, I am naked. You know I love doing this, for you.”

The man had stopped a few feet away, to gaze longingly at the Aphrodite that sprawled on her back, almost at his feet. It was as if this goddess had been washed up on the beach for his benefit, courtesy of a generous Poseidon, the god of the seas.

“Yes, Master. I do, indeed, have an audience.” She looked around. “A man, very near, who is watching me intently – close enough to almost hear me talking to you. And two girls, one frolicking in the water right now and the other on the beach nearby.”

She paused, and listened; and then answered his eager questions. “About thirty feet away. Are they naked, too? No, Master. They’re in bikinis, but quite revealing ones. And yes, they’re beautiful, both of them. The one on the towel near me is lying on her stomach, with her top untied. Oh, wait; she’s shifting position a little bit. She has such lovely breasts. Absolutely delicious. You would love them.”

Elise smiled at the man who had come to a complete standstill, close enough so that his shadow almost touched her gleaming, oiled skin; his pretence of strolling farther down the ribbon of sand cast to the gentle wind that teased her cloud of red-gold hair.

“Mmmm, yes, Master. I can do that. I would love to.” She licked her lips and stared at the man’s erection bulging from the front of his swim shorts. Then she slid a finger into her pussy and began to masturbate. “Oh, god, Master. I am so wet. Mmmm, yes, of course he’s watching. A second finger, Sir? Ahhh, yes, doing it now.”

She stared at the man while she spread her labia and inserted a second finger into her pussy. She got a broad smile and a hand raised in the air as a response, and signaling that he wanted to see a third one disappear into her glistening, pink cunt. She shook her head to tell him ‘no’ and winked at him in consolation.

“He wants another finger in my cunt – the cunt you own, Master. I shook my head ‘no’ to him, since you haven’t instructed me to put a third one in.”

Elise looked again at the young woman. “She’s watching me now. The one on the towel. Oh my, yes. She’s reaching inside her top. She’s touching her breasts. And playing with her nipples. They’re so hard. I can see them from here. So wonderful.”

Elise shifted her position to lie on her side, facing the woman who was now massaging her breasts while she watched Elise slow-fuck her pussy and talk to the far-away man who called her ’slave’ and had named her with the secret name that belonged to him as much as she did.

“Yes, I can do that. I’m facing her now. She can see everything. And she’s loving it. She’s massaging her breasts now. Oh, wait a minute. She’s got a hand going inside her bikini bottom. She’s touching her pussy now. And, oh Master, is she ever staring.”

After some more wordplay with her distant Owner, Elise started to rub her clit with her thumb while her fingers continued to piston in and out of her cunt.

“”Please, Master, can I cum? Oh, god, I need to cum. Yes, I’m making such wonderful, wet fucksounds. I wish the wind weren’t so loud. I’d love for you to listen to my cunt and hear how wet it is. Please, let me cum for you.”

Elise focused her full attention on the girl who was now vigorously masturbating and reveling in the lewd performance that Elise was staging for her Master’s benefit.

“She’s ready to cum, I think, Master. She’s really fucking herself.” She bit her lip and whimpered. This was getting to be too intense. “Oh god, Master, please! I need to cum so bad.” Elise bit her lip and groaned. “Yes, Master, he’s still watching. About ten feet away. And she’s got her bikini bottom off now. She’s naked, and she’s fingering her pussy as hard as she can.”

Elise was close now, very close. Her voice had risen an octave and that plaintive top note that he so dearly loved was there, telegraphing her need and her desperation.

“Oh, no, Master. If I do that, I’m going to cum. I won’t be able to hold it back. Please.”

She listened, hoping against hope that her Owner would grant her an orgasm. It had been last night when she orgasmed for him – far too long an interval now, in her opinion – not that her opinion swayed him in the slightest in the matter of her orgasms.

“Yes, yes. I’ll do it. I have to – yes, I am your owned. I need to cum so bad. I’ll do anything you ask.”

She rose up on her knees and spread her legs wide, facing directly towards the blonde girl with the spectacular tits who was also kneeling and fingerfucking, a mere thirty feet away. Elise could see the smear of wetness on the girl’s thighs. Then she took her hand out of her cunt and held it up in the air. She paused, her arm raised for effect, while she steadied her nerve and steeled her body for what she was about to do.

And then Elise swung her arm down, with all her strength and smacked the open palm of her hand against her naked cunt. It sounded as loud as a gunshot in her ears, the aftereffects reverberating through her body. Again and again she spanked her pussy, counting out the strokes into the telephone. She forgot her count after seven, and had to start over again.

Counting, and not cumming – he knew how difficult that was for her. He knew her like an open book. He knew everything about her and he could make her body sing like a well-tuned violin.

She made it to seventeen, shakily and barely, without orgasming. Her voice quavered as she announced that she had reached her goal. The girl was staring, open-mouthed, at Elise’s self-inflicted act of intimate violence.

“Seventeen, Master. Please, oh please, let me cum.”

She dangled there, hanging from a thread, on the brink of failing him by succumbing without permission. “She’s going to cum, Master. She’s going to cum. Pleeeease, let me cum, too.”

Her face was knotted up in the agony of self-denial while he teased her with a stream of intimate, wicked words and images to use to torture her further.

When she finally heard his softly whispered command, “Now,” she almost missed it in the cacophony of the noises roaring in her head and the sounds of the wind and the waves. But she did recognize the word he used to grant her permission, barely.

Her body was thrashing about in a gut-wrenching orgasm even before her brain had processed the single syllable of grace he had bestowed on her. “Yes, yes, I’m yours, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she moaned into the phone. “She’s cumming too, yes. Together, we’re cumming together.”

Words failed Elise at that point as she sank back on her heels and worked her fingers in and out of her cunt to prolong the gift of her orgasm as long as possible. She rode the wave for what seemed like forever, cresting and then rising up again, and again. When she was able to speak again, she lowered her head and smiled as she basked in the afterglow of his words of approval. God, how she loved this – being his owned slave.

She looked up, at the nearby woman. “Yes, she’s still masturbating, Master. She’s going to cum again.” She listened for his next instructions. “Yes, I can do that. Mimicking her actions, doing exactly what she does. Mmmm… She’s cupping her breast and rubbing her clit. “I’m doing it. Yes –she can see me. She knows I’m following her lead now. She’s arching her back. She’s getting close again. She’s got three fingers in her cunt now, Master. And rubbing her clit.” Her words were drenched with the urgency of her fast-approaching fuckspasm.

“God, how he can make me cum. Cumming, for him.”

Knowing that she already had his permission – to trigger her own orgasm at the same instant that the unnamed, deeply tanned blonde vision reached her climax - made this one a special treat. The blonde was arching again, getting ready. Closer, closer….

Now.

Elise pressed her thumbnail against the base of her clit to send a paroxysm of pain racing through her synapses. And she came, the world going dizzy and foggy and spinning around for an eternity of heartbeats while she shook and moaned and fell back onto her blanket.

“Thank you, Master. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. That was so fantastic.” She cooed her words of gratitude into her cell phone while she beamed her thanks to her unnamed fuck-partner across the sand with her smile.

“Yes, he’s still watching,” she added. “He’s clapping his hands, and gesturing for an encore.” She giggled. “Now he’s using his hands to tell me to play with my nipples and tits for him. Yes, Master, I shall do that.” She nodded her head ‘no’ at the man and blew him a goodbye kiss, to let him know that the show was over and that there was no more to be gleaned on this patch of sand.

The man ruefully nodded his head, and resumed his slow-paced shuffle up the beach towards another knot of people off in the distance. He would see nothing like this scene again. Not here or farther along the beach. Not today. And likely never again, in his lifetime.

Elise sat up and looked over at the woman who had joined her in their unchoreographed duet of passion. The woman was licking her fingers now, and smiling.

“Oh my… Master.” A wicked chill raced down her spine. “Yes, I can do that. It will be my pleasure… And yes, I will tell you later about how it turns out. I will make you proud of me. Goodbye, Master. Please enjoy the rest of your vacation. We’ll talk, later tonight. And thank you, again.”

Elise licked her own fingers again, and stood up. Still not breaking eye contact with the shameless blonde vixen, she walked over towards her, until she covered the girl’s nudity with her own shadow. She knelt on the edge of the girl’s blanket, and rubbed her clit again, and spoke the words her Master had instructed her to say.

“My name is Elise, and I am an owned woman. I orgasmed for you, and with you, for my Master. He was directing me the entire time, and he ordered me to tell you this. And he is pleased that you appreciated it and that you joined me in cumming. I want to thank you for the honor you did me, by watching me fuck for you.”

*Nicki

Instructions for a Tuesday Evening*

“Good girl, slave nicki, my pet. This is who you are now. ‘Slave nicki”. Now and forever. We both know that you will never be the same woman you were a few short days ago - ever again. So savor the sensation and revel in the knowledge that you are no longer your own person - and that you are an owned slut and slave and every other obscenely beautiful adjective you can imagine.

Masturbate well and long tonight, and learn to love the sensation of the stiff leather around your neck.

Tomorrow, when you are walking to work and on your way home again, you will have the paperclip attached to your clit. You may remove it during work hours, but from now on, your morning and evening walks shall have it on your fuckflesh. Every day.

And tomorrow night, you shall move on to the next step. You shall again be naked, and freshly smoothed and scented. You will put on your collar and this time you will attach the leash to an object in the room. You will blindfold yourself with a scarf and you will take your biggest vibe and put fresh batteries in it.

You will kneel on the floor, back straight and with your hands clasped behind your back, holding the vibe between your feet while you kneel with your knees wide apart.

And you will ride the vibe, up and down while you masturbate, without the use of your hands. Back arched, tits thrust out, the image of the perfect slave waiting to be used. I want you to bring yourself to the edge of orgasm again and again, over and over, cresting and ALMOST cumming, but not quite; and then falling back to a slower rhythm. And then back to the edge again.

You will do this for as long as you can stand it - and at least ninety minutes. During the final thirty minutes, your husband may tweak and pull on your nipples and bite them and hurt them. But you may not break position or orgasm or stop riding the vibe.

The vibe will be on Low for the first thirty minutes, Medium for the second thirty and High for the final thirty. And during the final fifteen minutes, you will have a finger in your asshole, sliding it in and out. For as we know, you are an owned slave, with each of your holes being mine. And tomorrow night I shall use each of them.

At the end of the ninety minutes, your husband will instruct you to open your mouth and you will suck his cock until he comes on your tongue and on your face while you bring yourself to orgasm on the vibe - after he comes on your face - and still not using your hands.

However, if you cannot make it through the ninety minutes without orgasming or without getting up from your fucking position, you are not permitted to orgasm at all.

And then afterwards, when you go to bed, you will wear the collar all night long, with the leash attached to the headboard or the bedpost while you cuddle in his arms.

And so it begins…

Master”

*Wednesday Afternoon*

“Dear Master,

i hope you are so proud of your slavegirl: I completely obeyed ALL of your orders. i was amazed myself, but somehow i found new strength in myself. i actually stopped my orgasm for a full hour and a half.

And the reward was … intense! i did not think I would survive it, it was the strongest orgasm i have ever had in my life. Waves of waves following each other, invading my body, without stopping it was so enormously intense.

During the entire ordeal i was in the kneeling position you ordered, and it was perfect, i loved it. It is such a pure, total experience, and according to my husband, it does miracles for my breasts… i could not see it myself of course, since i had my blindfold on all evening.

Again, thank You, Master. i learn things about my body that i didn’t even realize!!! it is so amazing that You know my body better than i do!

Thank You, Master

Love and kisses,

nicki”

*Instructions for a Friday Evening*

“Well done, slave. Did you hold off your orgasm until after Robert shot his cum into your mouth and onto your face? If so, you have done very well, and I am well pleased with you.

But rest not on your laurels, slave. Your duties deepen and continue to intensify. You will continue to have the paperclip on your clit for your walks to and from work daily.

And as soon as you are home, you shall strip right inside the front entrance and put on your collar and leash. You shall leave it neatly coiled and ready for you each morning when you depart, and ready for you to pick up and buckle around your lovely neck the instant you return home.

With the weekend coming up, here are your orders for how you will spend the next several days.