Chapter Five
‘Tomorrow’ for Kate was a tedious day until almost eleven, when she found Thaddeus peering over her shoulder, his one hand placed there as if it was intended to keep her steady. She was studying accounting figures on a paper before her, but that hand only antagonized her emotions, making every nerve in her shiver with fright.
“Thad, please, you know I hate this,” she finally said sweetly.
“Yes, I do, and I’m glad it aggravates you.”
“Is this supposed to be part of my punishment?”
“Not exactly,” he replied. “But we’ll get started with at lunch time.”
“Can you tell me more?” she asked, not expecting that he’d answer her, but she could always ask.
“Yes, this time I can,” he answered. “I’ve spoken with several masters and it’s been decided that you need some kind of perpetual reminder of your submissive status—something annoying and arousing at the same time.”
“What would that possibly be?” she wondered aloud.
He smiled—a very devious one—and answered, “You’ll have your labia pierced with rings heavy enough to be felt every second of your day.”
Stunned, she had nothing to say.
“We’ll meet at the piercing parlor at one, then have lunch when it’s over.” Dropping a business card on her desk with the address of the body art salon neatly engraved on the front, he left her with that to worry about for the next two hours. She stared at him as he walked out the door, not knowing how she was supposed to feel.
Returning to her work, Kate tried keeping her mind on what she was doing, but it was impossible. All the while her cunt ached as though the rings were already piercing her flesh. Not that she hadn’t often fantasized about being pierced—a number of submissive members wore physical signs of their position—the realization that it was actually going to happen made the scope of the club’s anger with her very real. If this was intended as a punishment, it was a creative one. She was sure the piercing would be far more than some delicate ring of gold with a simple charm.
At twelve forty-five she could finally escape the world of numbers and phone calls and the zillion other things that she was required to do. Rushing out of the building, she walked three blocks south and two blocks east until she spied the small sign outside the salon. Thaddeus was already there.
“You’re late,” he retorted.
“By just a minute,” she replied consulting her watch.
“Sassy one here,” she heard a voice behind her bark. Turning around she saw that it was Vitorio Sabatini making the judgment. Albert Bocci, who held one of her legs while she was being punished, stood beside him.
“Remove your skirt,” Thad ordered. He was hardly kind with the command and she felt again that indignation in his voice she remembered in the board room. He sounded just as pissed as he’d been then.
She took a deep breath in order to gather her courage, while she noted, with some concern, the clear glass window that looked out on the street.
“I have no other place to do this, Miss,” she heard an unfamiliar voice advise her. “But we can get it over with quickly.” Kate balked out of embarrassment, as she saw a woman step from behind Thad. “It will be painless—a little discomfort perhaps, but nothing to worry about—considering the other things you’ve been through.” She seemed to know things about Kate though they’d never met. Certainly she had a fair account of being pierced, with several rings in her left ear, one in her nose, another through her lip, and Kate was sure, several where she couldn’t see them. She had short red hair and an easy manner, and Kate was glad she was there to offer some support. The three men in the room certainly wouldn’t. “Here,” she spoke to Thad, as she opened a small box, “these are the heaviest ones I have. I can order some larger ones, but I don’t think you’d want to go that far …” She looked up at the masters with a question in her eye, “At least I don’t think you would?” She spoke with just a hint of an Americanized Italian accent.
“I’m sure these will be fine, Francine,” Thaddeus remarked. “You said we’d be brief.”
“Certainly. Come here,” she reached for Katherine’s hand and led her to the back of the small room, in a place somewhat private from the rest of the salon, though if another customer walked through the door in the next five minutes, they would get quite a show.
Vitorio was on Kate’s heels, planning to assist Francine.
The golden rings gleamed as Kate stared at them, but being much fatter than any piercing jewelry she’d seen in some time, she knew these were not planned to be decorative at all. She was tempted to ask if she could hold them in her hand, just to get used to the feel of them, but that would have been a stupid request which might bring some hostile reply from Vitorio and Thad as well.
With her skirt off, she wore nothing but her stockings below the waist. Only wearing panties on her days of the month, she was used to the nudity, even in a semi-public situation. But unlike the other times she exposed herself so blatantly, this was not intended as a sexual episode. The rings were meant as punishment. With the atmosphere about the salon prickly with judgment, she wanted to shrink back in embarrassment.
Embarrassed or not, however, Kate climbed atop a stool that had been specifically made for the purpose of piercing genitalia. There were two, foot long parallel bars, one to bear each ass cheek, and nothing in the middle but empty space where Francine could manipulate the flesh and have room enough to use her needles on the very private parts. Vitorio stood with his chest behind the shivering submissive and held her hands behind her firmly in his. Support he provided, but comfort, no.
“I don’t recommend starting with such a wide needle,” Francine commented.
“It shouldn’t be dangerous,” Thad clarified.
“No.” The redhead shook her head, though staring down at Kate’s hanging labia, there seemed to be an imperceptible shudder of concern making the woman especially cautious. She sat herself in a low stool and shined a lamp on the area where she would work. Pulling at one labia, she looked up at Thad to see him nod his approval. Wincing, Katherine turned toward an empty corner of the room, and she held her breath, feeling first a tingle of cold medicine. Then, as the smell of alcohol reached her nostrils, she felt the prick of a needle. In just a minute, one plump labia was lanced with a fat quarter-sized ring. Moments later she felt the same powerful heaviness on the other side—a sensation both erotic and menacing.
Katherine was tempted to climb off the stool the moment Vitorio let go of her, but Thad ordered her otherwise.
“You’ll get to used to these without much problem,” he advised her as though he knew that well. “For now, however, you’ll wear a chain between them for emphasis—until I tell you to remove it. And then, for at least the next year, any time you’re required for service to a master, you’ll wear the chain to signify this probation.”
“Probation?”
“Yes, probation, McPherson.” He squatted between her legs and attached the ends of a thick two inch chain to each labia ring. The immediate ache was staggering.
“Oh, I don’t think I can!” she gasped.
“Good reminder, don’t you think?” he said smiling slyly.
The three men and Francine stared at her pubis for some moments, until Thad reached out and helped her to her feet and into her skirt.
She gasped silently to herself.
“Once the piercings heal, it won’t be quite as bad,” Francine whispered in her ear. “Just sit a lot.”
***
The worst part of Kate’s nightmare was being so incredibly aroused but finding it nearly impossible to masturbate between the slight swelling, an occasional biting pain and the wicked heaviness of her new jewelry.
It was easier lying on her stomach, though it seemed any way she turned or sat or moved, she felt the heavy weight. The first few days were torture. She was allowed underwear for a while, as the punctures were healing. And Thad was generous, letting her go lo
ng hours without the horrid chain, but that was not often enough to suit her. As the soreness disappeared, he was even kind enough to go down on her cunt with his mouth when the need for relief overwhelmed her.
Despite her discomfort, the piercings only made her desire more at the edge every minute of the day. By the time her day was over, with no sex, she was almost climbing the walls to cum. As a statement of her sexuality, she actually loved her pierced cunt. And maybe, in time, she’d get used to the chain.
Probation. The word stung. Listening to the sound of it, she felt she was going backwards in her life. The club had always been her refuge, more than it ever caused her pain. Now, the club was nothing but a foul thought in her mind, the chain doing exactly as the masters wanted. She thought of Bocci, and Vitorio and the others, and most especially Thaddeus at his most severe. All that heavy judgment made her angry.
When Thad came to sleep with her, she had to hold back her mounting irritation. Three weeks into the punishment, with the piercings almost healed, the chain was required nearly twenty-four hours a day. Her distress grew maddening. She bit her tongue and cried alone and wondered if her life would ever resume the rhythms she had grown so familiar with.
One evening, as she finished dinner with Thad, the tension between them was too much to ignore.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” he asked her, taking a last sip of coffee.
“Say?” She thought a moment. “You think I have something on my mind?”
“Out with it,” he ordered.
She shook her head and tried to smile. “There’s nothing.”
His lips were pursed, and that worried her. Rising from the chair, he suddenly grabbed for her hand and dragged her into the living room. “We need to talk,” he explained.
“Oh?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“You are?” This was a surprise.
She tried looking disappointed as she usually was when he flew back to the States, but this time, she wasn’t disappointed at all. A few days alone would be a welcome relief. And if the other masters didn’t need her, she might have some time to adjust to this new twist in her life.
Unfortunately, Thad didn’t see it that way.
“Yes, I’m leaving, but not until you’ve made a few adjustments.”
“Adjustments?”
“Yes, adjustments.”
“And what does that mean?” They sat side by side on the couch facing each other. Her hands were in his, commandeering her as though he were afraid she was about to flee and he wasn’t going to let her.
“It means you’re going to tell me what’s troubling you and you’re going to be honest and I’m not going to wait very long to hear your whole story.”
“You’re not, huh?” She bit her lip. “Exactly what story did you mean?”
“The real one, McPherson.” His eyes were boring into her.
“The real one,” she repeated, just to stall.
“It’s the rings, isn’t it?” he decided.
She thought a minute. “No,” she answered cautiously, “it’s the probation.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I’m a member of the club because I love it. Not because I was coerced and pulled into this kicking all the way. Yes, I’ve been trained, sometimes rather harshly, but I’ve never not enjoyed what I’ve been through. I’ve had the most divine sexual life I can imagine, and now, after all this time, I’m on probation over something I stupidly did three years ago. I guess that has me pissed.”
“Thank you,” he acknowledged her confession. “It’s about time you came clean. But tell me, do the probation and the punishment have you the least bit thrilled?”
“Thrilled?”
“Yes, thrilled. You feel like a blast furnace every time I’m around you since you were pierced. You’re so on fire, I think you’re going to explode, and you know what I get?”
“What?”
“I get a very subdued lover, who aches with a pain she loves but doesn’t want to accept.”
She remained quiet, considering his truthful evaluation.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he added.
“No, I suppose you’re not wrong.”
“Then, let’s see if we can handle this problem before I leave, because I don’t think you’re going to like the solution I’d recommend if you don’t start putting out again.”
“And what is that solution?” she asked.
“I’ll give you to Vitorio.”
“Oh, no! You wouldn’t do that!”
He smiled shrewdly and that told her everything.
“Do you know what Vitorio would do with a member that’s having a little breakdown in submissiveness?”
“No, I don’t think I do.”
“He’d paddle her ass rather soundly for being a bitch, and he’d do it every day until the behavior is corrected. I’ve seen him do it several times. What do you think?”
She had only to recall Vitorio’s threat the day she was punished to know Thad spoke the truth. “I think I’d rather have you spank me.”
“Is that what it would take to put you into a more congenial mood?”
She had jitters in her tummy, the sweet fluttering of half love and half stern, unbending master starting to engage her crotch. “Maybe you should try it and we’ll see what happens,” she finally answered.
Thad didn’t wait to hear more. Kate was swiftly upended over his lap. Her skirt was up and the panties she was still wearing because of the weights came done, and the master’s hand was pelting her ass so it hurt, and it stung, and it began to get to the wicked warmth bottled up inside her groin. She churned against his thighs, finding her cunt with its unfamiliar heaviness finding pleasure in each movement. Each smack jostled the chain that jostled her labia, that massaged her clit. She had the feeling if he continued on, she would orgasm on the spot. Hoping for that end, she was disappointed to find that Thad had other ideas. Both the tempo and firmness of the strikes increased, and briefly, there was far too much pain in her bottom to be erotic at all. Every time she got used to the intensity, Thad only increased the strength. Though his hand must be hurting as hotly as her ass, he wasn’t stopping. The rain of strikes went on until Kate was finally screaming, kicking and wailing nearly out of control.
Suddenly stopping, he rolled her on her back against the couch and planted his prick into her cunt. She squealed excitedly from the first stroke to the last. It was quick, but it was passionate. Nearly a month’s worth of longing and denial suddenly swooped around them both and they almost crashed to the floor the fucking was so wild.
Thad stood over her looking down on her kindly as he zipped his pants and drew his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. She was still quite naked, her two legs splayed wide, cooling down.
“McPherson, I’d suggest you remember why you’re in the club. Remember that it’s for sex and pleasure, and even when you want to deny the possibility, what the masters do to you always arouses you. We wouldn’t put you through your odd ordeals unless we knew this was true. Like anything else you’ve been through in our hands, the punishment, the piercing and the probation are as much aphrodisiacs as all the other wicked scenes we write for your ultimate satisfaction. Don’t forget that, my love, or the next few months will be something difficult to endure.”
Though she’d been strained so often, taken to impossible limits so many times, she should know that there was always an erotic solution to everything. Even now, Thad’s leaving after the most glorious fucking in weeks was perfectly orchestrated to leave her wanting for more and willing to do anything for her next screw.
“I won’t forget,” she said.
“Better not,” he agreed. “Or I’ll sic Vitorio on you, and there would be a challenge to strain your sexual prowess.”
“I thought the rest of my punishment was private?”
“Did I say that?”
“You did.”
“I guess I changed my mind,” he snickered. “As it is
, you’re having dinner with him tomorrow night.”
“I am?”
“Yes, he wants to check on your progress.”
“And sex?”
“Isn’t that understood?”
She smiled pleasantly, not because she was pleased, but because she needed to look pleased for Thad.
“He’s a great lover, so I’m told, and if you behave yourself, I think you might even find him fun.”
“I’ll try, I promise.”
“I’m sure you will because I know Vitorio would like to find some excuse to have you over his lap. And trust me, he won’t use his hand on your behind.”
“He could spank me just for the hell of it,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but he likes to spank brats for good reason, not just for fun. Your choice, McPherson. Just remember I warned you.”
Finished with his tie, he bent to give her a smooth wet kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered to him sweetly.
“And I love you. I’ll be back soon.”
Chapter Six
The phone rang in Bellamy’s apartment, Redford on the line.
“How did it go?” John asked.
“Well, very well,” Mike replied, as he stared at the TV screen and the full color video of Gillian Brahms as she was kneeling on the chair spanking her ass with the ruler. “Her body is stunning. Shows just the right amount of slut to suit me, and there is a genuine nervousness in her behavior—she’s not the hard-assed bitch you think she is. A little problem with details—she only managed fifty minutes, but I think the face at the door must have scared her.”
“It was supposed to,” Redford reminded him.
“Perhaps too well.”
“Don’t let her appeal cloud your judgment.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he said, as his dick sprung up rock hard looking at the nasty picture of Gillian’s wet ass hole being crammed full of fingers. The expression on her face was priceless lust, and Bellamy was stroking his dick with one hand, hanging on to the phone with the other. “She’s going to get an intense initiation, and if she lasts, then I’ll bring her in and train her thoroughly just so she doesn’t forget the details. I was thinking about you with Gillian in Lagerfield’s tomorrow night?”
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