"Yes, slave?" "Three? I thought."Yes, slave?" "Three? I thought..." "Kathy, if you want this as badly as I think you do, you will do this my way, is that understood?" "Yes... yes sir." She looked at me, nervous, and I think a little disbeleiving. Just three days ago I'd been arguing against this. I took out one needle, and the small bottle, and the cloth. I spread her pubic hair, and exposed her cunt. It was wet, from her excitement, which was there even frightened as she was. I gently, softly tugged at her inner labia, watching it swell with her heat, and I gently swabbed it with the wetted cloth. I looked up at her, and her eyes flicked back and forth between my hands and my face. "Are you ready? Are you sure?" I asked, one last time. She looked at me, and she nodded, and one whisper, one "yes." I took the needle, and high on the inside of her smaller labia, I pressed the tip gently, the cuirboil pad on my finger ready to receive it, and in one sharp thrust I drove it through her flesh and into the leather pad. She whimpered, a high keening sound, a single peal of pain escaping her lips and fading into the quiet surf. Tears streamed down her face. I removed the needle, and found the little hook, and I put it through the hole I'd made, and I slid the small metal posts along the gold until they were at both sides of her labia, holding it in place. |