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by Claire Thompson


  Reaching down, Master Anthony tugged gently at the leash, and Jaime rose, striving for the grace she’d practiced in Mistress Marjorie’s training room, in spite of the fact her legs had turned to rubber. He handed the leash to Master Mark, and Jaime turned with the chain to face the man she’d fallen in love with in so short a time. He looked gorgeously dominant, dressed in full leather from his boots to the leather vest he wore over his broad, bare chest.

  She forced herself to resist the urge to melt against his body, fully aware she needed to muster all her courage for what was planned next. Though she had participated in the planning, and agreed to what was to come, that didn’t stop her heart from smashing like a crazed bird against the window of her chest. How could a heart pound with fear and croon with joy at the same time?

  Master Anthony stepped away as Master Mark led Jaime to the center of the arch. Looking down into her eyes, he reached for the nipple clamps “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

  Jaime stiffened but nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, as ready as she would ever be. She managed to stifle the cry of pain as he released the clamps, allowing the nerve endings to shriek to life as the blood flow returned. Master Anthony stood nearby, the plastic bowl in his hand. Master Mark dropped the nipple clamps into the bowl and turned his attention back to Jaime.

  The removal of the labia clamps wasn’t as difficult to handle. Depositing them in the bowl, Master Mark gestured with his hand for Jaime to bend over. Happily, the butt plug slid easily from her body after the initial tug and was added to the bowl for later cleaning and sterilization. The two men moved together toward the table. They returned a moment later holding several coils of Shibari rope.

  “Arms behind your back,” Master Mark commanded, and Jaime obeyed. The two men worked quickly as they wrapped and twisted the supple rope around Jaime’s arms, binding them together from elbow to wrist. Moving to stand in front of her, Master Mark coiled the ropes in pleasing patterns and knots around her breasts, her nipples jutting like ripe cherries at their centers. Jaime could feel Master Anthony’s steadying hands on her shoulders from behind. A potent mixture of sensual peace and throbbing lust wove its way through her blood as it always did when she was properly bound.

  Master Mark walked toward the folding table, returning with the piercing kit he’d shown her earlier that day, along with the small black velvet box that contained the nipple rings he wanted her to wear as a symbol of his ownership and her submission. Even her untrained eye could tell it was fine jewelry, exquisitely made. The hoops were twisted into a delicately wrought knot of gold, a conscious nod to the Shibari rope they both loved.

  As he opened the kit to reveal the piercing equipment, Jaime’s stomach lurched, but the snug, comforting embrace of the ropes, Master Anthony’s reassuring hold on her shoulders and Master Mark’s warm, loving gaze all gave her the courage to face what was to come.

  The clearing was silent, save for the slight swish of the leaves above caught in a gentle evening breeze and the hoot of a distant owl. Jaime could feel all eyes trained on her but she kept her focus squarely on her Master as he swabbed her nipples with a pre-treated gauze pad to ready them for the needle. Setting the gauze aside, he stroked her cheek. “Are you ready, slave Jaime? Will you take my needle and wear the jewelry that symbolizes my ownership of your body and soul?”

  “Yes, Master Mark.” Jaime had meant to speak loudly for everyone to hear, but her voice sounded as if it were coming from a distance, reedy and wavering.

  Master Mark regarded her, his eyes moving over her face as if he could read the thoughts and fears in her head. “You can do this,” he said with quiet certainty. “You are my strong, brave girl. You were born to submit, slave Jaime. And I was born for you.”

  With those words, the last of her fear snapped inside her, like a lock springing open. She watched with an almost detached calm as Master Mark pulled her right nipple taut with the forceps. She closed her eyes when the sharp point of the piercing needle touched her nipple. Though she was no longer frightened, dizziness suddenly assailed her, making her sway. Again she felt Master Anthony’s steadying hands on her shoulders.

  “Open your eyes,” Master Mark commanded, his voice soft but firm. “You will watch the needle pierce your flesh. This is your gift to me, and mine to you. You will participate fully, slave Jaime, as I claim you for my own.”

  His masterful words centered her once more. The dizziness left her, her balance and poise returning, her courage rising once more to the fore. “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice steady. “Yes, please.”

  The pain as the needle pierced her flesh made stars explode across her vision. She would have screamed, but the shock to her nerve endings took her breath away. Mercifully, he was very quick, both nipples pierced and threaded with the jewelry in a matter of seconds. As she looked into Master Mark’s eyes, a joyous lightness of being suffused her. She imagined she might float away but for the ropes that crisscrossed her body and held her arms tightly behind her back.

  Master Anthony stepped from behind her and stood in front of her as Master Mark stepped aside. Master Anthony regarded her with a serious gaze, though his eyes were twinkling. “Welcome to The Enclave, slave Jaime. You belong to us all now. I hope you will serve with all the grace and submission I know you possess.”

  I will, Sir. I promise,” Jaime said fervently, tears popping into her eyes, which she blinked rapidly away.

  With a nod and a smile, the silver-haired man stepped once more behind Jaime. As he untied the knots and unwound the rope, blood flow returned with tingling insistence to her arms and fingers, which she flexed to ease the sensation. The release of the buckle at the back of her neck startled her. Why was Master Anthony taking away her slave collar, which she’d only removed, and then reluctantly, in order to shower? Of course, she was too well trained to ask or resist, but her neck and throat felt naked without the comforting wrap of leather, her world suddenly oddly out of balance.

  Master Mark appeared in front of her, an oblong velvet case she hadn’t seen before in his hands. He opened it to reveal a beautiful leather collar dyed a lustrous pearly blue-gray, a single diamond sparkling at its center.

  “Oh,” Jaime breathed, transfixed. “It’s beautiful, Sir.”

  “Master Brandon outdid himself with this one,” Master Mark said, glancing toward the leather master with a smile. “The leather captures the color of your eyes perfectly, and the diamond symbolizes the strength and endurance of the bond we’re forging together.”

  Jaime glanced shyly at Master Brandon, who beamed back at her from his seat. She closed her eyes, the world righting itself as Master Mark wrapped the soft leather collar around her neck and buckled it into place. The group erupted into spontaneous applause and happy laughter.

  Master Mark dipped his head close to Jaime’s ear. “Welcome to The Enclave, slave Jaime,” he murmured. “Welcome home.”

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