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Chapter 20
Miserably I make my way home to an
empty house, still clutching your collar tightly in my hand. When I arrive I head straight for the kitchen
to open a bottle of wine. I intend to
get seriously drunk. Grabbing the bottle
and a glass in one hand and holding your collar in the other I head for the
basement. Tonight I intend to sleep in
your room, anything to feel closer to you.
Kissing the collar I place it on the pillow and then climb on the bed
myself gathering up the thin blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed and
wrapping it round myself as I curl up ready to drink myself into a stupor in the
vain hope that I can avoid thinking about where I went so wrong.
Drinking has the opposite affect to
that which I’d hoped. Instead of
blotting everything out I become more and more morose. I feel that I have lost a part of me. I really thought after all you had gone
through at the auction house and the way you have behaved since you came home,
doing your best to please me and even offering yourself up for punishment
voluntarily, that you had accepted your life and that things would be good
between us. Maybe Chrissie will succeed
with you where I have so obviously failed.
I can’t help but wonder though why on earth Chrissie would want you
anywhere near her after what you have done.
And what did she mean by the words I overheard about owning you one
day? I must have misheard her. I know that Chrissie is a very confident
woman and doesn’t suffer fools easily.
She has always been in control of her relationships and I have often
thought that the guys she dates are wimps.
I am sure that she will control you easily enough, especially as you are
only a slave and therefore can’t say no to her demands. That also puzzles me though, when I think
about it. As she is a really confident
extrovert woman how did she ever get into a situation with you where you could
threaten her and make her submit to you?
I know that at some point I will have to ask her how it happened, but I
know that I will have to wait to ask that question. The last thing I want to do is upset her by
making her relive the whole disgusting episode now.
While I am at home getting drunk and
feeling sorry for myself you are also on the way to your new home. Unfortunately for you Chrissie lives only two
miles from the Court and she intends walking home to show off her new
acquisition.
‘I told you Roy that I would own you
one day and believe me I am going to make the most of it. I am going to make your life so miserable you
will wish you were dead. But of course
you won’t try and fight back will you, because you know what will happen if you
do. Personally I would love to see that
pathetic cow you call your Mistress being whipped in public but even more than
that I love the thought of having you for my very own pleasure and pain bitch,
that’s the reason I oh so kindly begged the Judge to be lenient in his
sentencing and let me have you. I knew
Tracey would never condemn you to the other punishment, she’s too soft. I can’t believe how well things have worked
out. I sooo can’t wait to invite Tracey round one
evening and let her witness the humiliating things you will suffer for
her. I know she will hate it and I will
get a real kick out of knowing that she can’t say anything to me about my
treatment of you. Oh God I think I’m
going to have an orgasm just thinking about it!’
You can feel the anger with her
rising in you at the viciousness of her words and anger with yourself for being
stupid enough to put both your Mistress and yourself in the position where such
a venomous bitch can control both your lives.
Knowing full well that she is winding
you up, with a laugh Chrissie yanks you by the leash to your feet she heads for
the door with you following behind.
It is a bitterly cold day and
without clothes to protect your body you soon start shivering. Your feet feel likes blocks of ice as you
walk on the freezing cold pavements.
Chrissie takes no notice of your obvious discomfort as she strolls
slowly along, browsing in shop windows as she goes. She stops abruptly when she comes across a
tattoo parlour. Turning to look at you
she smirks and leads you inside. There
are a couple of young guys waiting for tattoos and they look up and stare in
disbelief at the naked and bound man standing in front of them.
‘On your knees
dog’ Chrissie orders.
You are painfully aware that
Chrissie will expect absolute and unconditional obedience from you. You don’t want to do anything that will
provoke her anger. Dropping obediently
to your knees you spread your knees wide and lower your head to look at the
floor. You know that one wrong move on
your part could result in her storming back to Court to have the original
sentence invoked. Although you don’t
care about what happens to you, you would rather die than be responsible for
your real Mistress being whipped and humiliated in public.
The guys continue to stare at the
unbelievable sight in front of them – a grown man butt naked, in chains and
being held on a leash like a dog by a woman! You ignore their stares, knowing
that as Chrissie will take every opportunity to publicly humiliate you, you may
as well get used to it now. You are
however extremely concerned that she has brought you to a tattoo parlour.
Horrified as you have an absolute fear of needles the colour drains from your
face. You hope to God she doesn’t intend to have you permanently marked with a
tattoo that will no doubt be of something extremely humiliating such as the
word SLUT tattooed across your forehead.
You wouldn’t be able to bear the shame if I saw you marked that
way. You want to beg her not to mark
your body with a tattoo but know that not only would it be futile to beg her,
it will also give her immense pleasure to hear you beg so you grit your teeth
and remain silent.
You are left waiting for an hour
shivering on your knees on the cold concrete floor before the tattooist calls
you both into his room. Pulling you
behind her still on your knees she walks into the tattooing room.
‘Right then Miss, what can I do for
you? Or should I say what can I do for your slave?’
‘I want to have my slave
pierced. I assume you do that as well as
tattoos?’
‘We sure do Ma’am. What sort of piercings are you looking for?’
Putting her hand under your chin
forcing your head up she looks into your eyes and replies ‘For starters I want
his tongue pierced and his nipples, oh and of course not forgetting the most
important piercing, I want a huge ring through his cock head.’
The look of panic and horror that
you cannot hide from your face gives her immense pleasure. God she thinks, she is going to have such fun
with you. She can do whatever she likes
to you and you will accept it whether you like it or not.
‘Are you wanting them done all in
one go Miss? Because it will be quite uncomfortable for your
slave.’
‘Of course he must have them all
now! I don’t want to be waiting weeks
and weeks while each piercing heals before I can play with it. I want them all healed at the same time. Oh and before I forget, you won’t need to be
wasting any anaesthetic on him.’
Raising an eyebrow in surprise he
replies ‘Ok, whatever you say. You’re
the customer.’
‘Right then dog, up you get, onto
the couch and lie down.’
Shaking with fear as well as the
cold you unsteadily stand up and move to lie on the couch as ordered.
‘Do you want me to strap him down ‘cos it’s gonna hurt like shit
without anaesthetic?’
‘Oh no, I don’t think that will be
necessary. You’ll stay nice and still
for the man won’t you slave?’
Knowing that she is getting
tremendous pleasure from the fear she knows is inside you, you keep your eyes
averted from her as you whisper that yes you will remain still for the
piercings.
The sudden and unexpected violent
blow to the side of your head knocks you off the couch and onto the floor. Shocked you remain where you landed.
‘Get up you filthy piece of shit!!’
Chrissie screams at you. ‘When I ask you
a question I expect you to look at me and answer me in a clear voice. I also expect you to show me the proper
respect due to me for saving your pathetic Owner and yourself; the worthless
piece of crap that you are, from the punishments you should have had. Now that
is the last time I will warn you. Fail
to show me respect again and you know what will happen! Now get back on the
fucking couch and answer my question.’
The tattooist sits there jaw hanging
open in surprise at the sudden change in Chrissie. Swiftly, not wanting to incur any more of her
wrath you climb back onto the couch and raise your head to look directly at her
as you say clearly ‘I am deeply sorry Mistress for disrespecting you. I will never do that again. I do not need to be strapped down for the
piercings I will remain completely still as you request.’
Chrissie knows how much it cost you
to call her Mistress. She is well aware
it makes you feel as if you are being unfaithful to me and she takes great
pleasure in forcing the words from you.
She is also looking forward to watching you squirm while the piercings
are being done.
Feeling unnerved by the obvious
hostility between you and Chrissie the tattooist coughs nervously and suggests
that he gets started.
The first piercings you receive are
to your nipples. As you look away to
avoid seeing the needle pierce your skin Chrissie grabs a handful of your hair
and twists your head back round forcing you to watch your own nipples being
pierced. Breathing deeply to keep yourself calm you can’t help feeling faint as
the tip of the needle pierces one side of your nipple and then is forced out
through your skin on the other side.
Soon both nipples are adorned with solid gold rings. Although the piercing was uncomfortable it
was not as painful as you expected. But
maybe because of the whippings you have received in the past your pain
threshold has increased. Feeling a bit
more relaxed you open your mouth as instructed ready for the tattooist to clamp
your tongue. Having your tongue pierced
without anaesthetic is more painful than your nipples and as the needle is
forced through the flesh you involuntarily try to pull your tongue back into
your mouth, but it is completely immobilised by the clamp. By the time he has finished your nipples and
your tongue you are sweating. Your
tongue feels as if it has swollen to three times its normal size and your
nipples are throbbing. You have managed
to remain fairly calm so far, despite your fear of needles but the thought of
what is going to happen next makes your heart pound. You start feeling dizzy and know that you
can’t go through with it.
‘Please Mistress I beg you, please
don’t have my cock pierced. I’ve tried
really hard to be good and lie here but I really can’t cope with having a
needle go through my cock. Please…’
Chrissie laughs at the way you have
spoken, lisping and almost incoherent because of your swollen tongue.
‘Are you refusing to have your cock
pierced slave? Is the idea of sending Tracey off for a public flogging that
appealing to you?’
Alarmed you lispingly reply ‘No
Mistress. I would never refuse to obey you.
I am just begging you to be merciful.
I am terrified of needles and the thought of one being forced through my
cock is horrifying to me, please I beg you reconsider. I will do anything else
that you ask of me without hesitation, please?’
‘Oh you do make me laugh. Do you really think I will ever be merciful to
you? I intend to make the next two years of your life hell, and I will get
great pleasure from that stupid bitch Tracey being forced to watch and not
being able to do anything about it.’
Turning to the tattooist she instructs him to strap you down so that you
can’t move while he finishes the piercing.
When he has strapped you securely to
the couch he turns to Chrissie and asks her what sort of cock piercing she
wants. After some discussion she ditches
her original idea of having a huge ring through part of the head and the piss
slit. As the tattooist pointed out, it
could easily be caught on something and get ripped out which would shred the
end of your cock probably making it completely useless afterwards. Finally she settles for a long bar which will
go horizontally through your cock just behind the head. A short length of chain will be attached to
both sides so that a leash can be attached when required. Small gold balls will be screwed onto the end
of each bar to keep it firmly in place.
As the tip of the needle breaks the
skin you pass out, but not for long as Chrissie slaps you awake to make you
watch your cock being mutilated. Biting
your lip until you draw blood in a desperate effort not to scream you watch in
horror as a gold bar follows the needle through the hole that has been made in
your manhood. When it is over, the
tattooist feeling sorry for you distracts Chrissie by asking her opinion of
some drawings he has done for potential tattoos. The distraction gives you enough time to recover
from feeling both sick and faint. By the
time Chrissie turns her attention back to you the colour has come back to your
face and you have stopped trembling.
Chrissie then strides back out to
the main shop to pay for the piercings leaving the tattooist to release you
from the couch. Unsteadily you slide off
the couch getting down on your hands and knees to follow her. The tattooist holds open the door for you to
crawl through. As he does so he says in
a low voice ‘I wish you luck friend. That is one mean woman out there. I don’t know what you did to piss her off but
she sure as hell seems intent on destroying you.’
‘I know’ you whisper back to him
before crawling through the door and across the shop floor to where the source
of your nightmares is waiting for you.
She raises an eyebrow at seeing you
on your hands and knees, so subservient already. It seems to please her though and she sets
off for home in a happy mood with you crawling on your hands and knees like a
dog behind her. She would not be so
happy about your apparent willingness to please her if she realised the only
reason you were on your hands and knees was because you were terrified that
your legs would collapse under you if you tried to walk out the door, and you
didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you faint.
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