It had been six weeks since slut had made the trip to Maryland with Elaine. she had been entered in a number of different events, including: dressage, steeplechase, drafty horse and sulky races. Both Ilsa and Elaine were in total agreement that her areas of specialty would be dressage and racing, because of her long lean legs, and the wonderful taper the boots gave them.

Bryanne had moved back with her Master two weeks ago, so the townhouse was empty, except for Ilsa, slut, and Ilsa's maid and cook. They had all made the trip up to the country house for one weekend, but otherwise, they had all fallen into a relaxed routine. Ilsa had occasional dinner guests, and slut was always turned over to them for their pleasure. Sometimes, however, she just stood naked in the room while they ate.

In the back of slut's mind had been the persistent and nagging questions relating to the breast bars that Ilsa and Elaine had discussed before the Maryland trip. No further mention of it had been made. In fact, Elaine had not been by since she dropped slut off after the trip. slut was fearful as to whether she could ask about the bars, so she tried very hard not to let her mind roam freely over the topic.

One morning, at breakfast, while Ilsa was enjoying her meal and the daily newspaper, and slut was under the dining room table, performing her daily ministrations to he Mistress, Ilsa announced, " I have something to tell you, slut."

slut remained as she was, worshipping the delicate folds of Ilsa's divine pussy, and waited for the announcement.

"Today, you are to be fitted with your breast bars. I am terribly excited about this, as I have never seen the procedure performed before. you will look quite startling when it is over. I know that you will turn heads wherever you are, especially at the competitions."

Slut was trembling slightly, but didn't break the rhythm of her adoring tongue. "I know you're nervous, slave," Ilsa continued, "and, quite honestly, you have good reason to be so. Do be aware that every precaution will be taken to make it as fast as possible, and to ward off the chance of infection.

"When you have completely your morning devotional, instead of going to the dungeon for your usual flogging, you may retire to the guest bedroom, and take a rest. Please be bathed and ready to leave at 1:00. Your appointment is for 2:30, and I do not wish to keep the surgeon waiting"

"Yes, Mistress," slut whispered, as she sucked the swollen clitoris between her lips.

After Ilsa came with a loud scream, slut crawled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the guest room. But sleep, she knew, would elude her.

Unable to sleep, due to her extreme nervousness, slut tried to read, but couldn't focus for more than a sentence or two. So, at 11:30, she began to prepare herself as per her Mistress' direction. she took a leisurely bath, in a tub liberally laced with sweet smelling oils. She shaved her head, armpits, belly, ass and legs slowly and with caution as she didn't want any nicks from the new razor. She patted herself dry, and applied her perfume three times, allowing each application to dry thoroughly before applying the next one. At exactly 1:00, she descended the stairs and found Mistress Ilsa waiting for her in the living room.

"Come in her, slut," Mistress called to her.

slut walked into the living room and knelt before her Mistress, head bowed, arms folded behind her back, hands clutching her elbows, legs spread, mouth open, and her eyes closed.

"I want to give you the opportunity to accept the bars I wish to have placed in your breasts, slut. I know you haven't seen them and have no really good idea of what they are, or how they will be inserted into your breasts. But that is how I want it to be. I want for you to accept them solely because it is what I want. Am I making myself clear to you, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress. i understand what it is that You desire. Please, i beseech you, do with me as it pleases You. For i have no other needs than to make You happy. I accept with humility and pride the bars You wish to place in my breasts, for they are Yours to do with as You wish. i am thankful and ever grateful for being allowed to have them, and will show them off with great pride as a symbol of Your ownership of me."

"Thank you, slut. you have become a faithful servant and slave. whore was right about you, and Sir Campbell, I am sorry to say, was not.

"Very well, the. Please stand, and leave your cape and heels here. I want you to leave my home naked. We're going to take my car to the doctor's office, and it's in the garage. It's just a short drive. There will be some forms you must sign when we arrive, and then his nurse will do the prep work on you before he inserts the bars. I will be with you when he does the procedure."

The two women walked to the basement garage, and got in the car. Slut was shocked to see Mistress drive, after she had gotten into the back seat. True to her word, the drive was a quick one up Park Avenue to the east 80's and then east to Lexington Avenue, where they pulled into the garage under the building.

They got out of the car and walked over to the elevator. Ilsa pushed the button for the fifth floor. As the doors closed, sending the car upwards to slut's fate, Ilsa suddenly grabbed the slave girl's arm and pinned her to the wall with a deep and violent kiss. Her tongue probed the back of slut's mouth. She did not break the embrace until the bell rang, signally that they had reached their floor.

They walked into the empty waiting room and over to the nurse's desk. An older woman, around 65 slut guessed, looked up from her computer screen and said, "Is this Your slave, Ilsa?"

"Yes, Marjorie, it is. We have a 2:30 appointment with Dr. Peters for those breast rings."

"Of course, Ilsa. Why don't You help Yourself to some coffee and I will tell Dr. Peters You have arrived. What is Your slave's name?"

"she is called slut. She no longer has a name, just a description."

"That's fine, Ilsa, but she will need to use here legal name on the consent forms." And then, as if finally recognizing that the naked girl was there, Marjorie faced her and said, "Follow me into the prep room slut. I have some forms you must sign, and then I will get you ready for your surgery."

Marjory stood and held open a door, indicating slut to proceed her. "Third door on your right, dear," she said, guiding slut into a small office. "Take a seat and I will explain what it is I need you to sign."

Slut sat in front of a small desk that had a small array of medical testing equipment on it. Marjory slid a form across the desk to her, and handed slut a pen. "This is a consent form, slut, saying that you give Dr. Peters permission to perform the procedure. It states that you understand what he is going to do, and that you wish for him to insert the bars into your breasts."

slut signed the form without so much as reading it, almost insulted at having to do it. After all, why was she her in the first place?

When that formality was through, Marjory place a blood pressure cuff on her arm and check her pulse and pressure. She then had her get on a scale to check her weight. "Everything looks normal, slut. We can start your prep now. Follow me, please."

Marjorie lead the slave through a door behind the desk into an examination room. "Please get up on the table, and lie down on your back."

slut did as she was told. Marjory took out a pair of latex gloves and pulled them over her hands. She then took a soapy solution and washed slut's entire chest. She dried her off and repeated the washing. When that was done, she took a bottle of betadyne solution, and liberally painted slut's chest from her neck to her navel. "I hope you know that what you are about to have done should only be done under anesthesia. Mistress Ilsa, however, wishes for you to experience the procedure fully, and give Her the gift of your pain. She also wants you to be revived if you pass out from the pain."

Marjory paused, and uncomfortable waited for a reaction from slut. Getting none, she added, "I just thought you should know."

"Thank you, ma'am. But if this is what Mistress wishes, then it is my place to obey."

"Alright then, let's get you ready for the doctor."

Marjory reached over slut and pulled a webbed belt over her hips. Pulling it through a ring on her side of the table, she snugged it up as tight as she could. This was repeated with straps at the shoulders, waist, thighs, and calves. When she had finished this, Marjory placed padded wrist and ankle cuffs on the prostrate slave and tied her feet anfd hands down at the sides of the gurney.

Stepping back to check her handiwork, Marjory said, "All set, slut. Let's fit you with your new rings!"

Marjory pushed a button on the wall, and a wide door opened that led to the operating room. The nurse pushed slut'' gurney into the brightly lit room. Turning her head to the side, slut could see Mistress Ilsa talking to a man dressed in a surgical gown, whom she guessed was Dr. Peters.

"She's all prepped for you, doctor," Marjory said.

"Thank you, Marjory. Please get into a gown. I want you to assist me, since we're not going to use anesthesia."

"Certainly, doctor. I'll be right with you," Marjory answered, s she went to get dressed.

"Would you like to sample her skills, Dr. Peters," Ilsa asked?

"Normally I wouldn't hesitate, Ilsa, but I think I should decline right now. I want to be able to think clearly while we operate, and that would make it a little too hard to do. I will take a rain check though, if You don't mind."

"Of course, Alan, whenever you'd like."

Marjory came back into the room dressed in her greens. "I'm ready doctor, she said.

"Thank you, Marjory, We'll get started right away. Ilsa, would You be so kind as to put on a mask, and then stand over at the head of the table. You'll be out of our way there, and it should afford You an excellent view."

"Thank you, Alan," Ilsa relied, taking the mask Marjory handed her.

"Marjory," Dr. Peters said, "Ilsa has picked that set of inch and a half bars that are wrapped in the sterile towel. She wants the one long bar through both breasts instead of two separate ones. The standard "U" will fit on her breasts fine.

"Clamp her breast and extend it as far as you can."

"Yes, doctor Marjory answered."

She took a wide clamp with a heavy spring in her right hand, and with her left hand, she pinched slut's right nipple behind the areola. She put the clamp on the entire mound as slut moaned loudly. Marjory attached a wire to the clamp and threaded it through a pulley that hung from the ceiling. Then she pulled on the wire, causing slut's breasts to stand straight up away from her chest.

"Pull it tighter, Marjory. I want to pierce her breast closer to the rib cage."

The nurse bore down with all her weight as slut yelled in pain. Then with a blinding flash, Dr Peters skewered her breast straight through in one quick jab. Slut wrenched in her bonds, screaming uncontrollably.

"Let go of the wire, nurse, and get some suction here."

When Marjory had mopped up most of the blood, Dr. Peters had her repeat the clamping procedure on the left breast.

"This one is a bit trickier, Ilsa," he said without looking up. "We want it to be in a straight like with the first one and be the same depth."

Slut was moaning constantly, adrift in her world of pain, oblivious to the tight clamp that now bit viscously into her left areola.

When Marjory had pulled the wire as tight as she could, Dr. Peters slid the skewer up against the left breast, carefully aligning it with the first. Satisfied that it was where he wanted it, Peters ran it through the left breast slowly, making sure the skewer stayed straight.

It took a good five seconds to push it out the other side of her breast. Slut had passed out in a wash of tears and screams.

"The holes are ready, do You want her awake for the bar and hardware Ilsa?"

"By all means, Alan. she must be awake to fully give me her gift of pain."

Marjory revived the slave with smelling salts while Dr. Peters readied the bar.

"Grab the skewer, nurse, and pull it through slowly, while I follow it through with the bar." "Yes, doctor," Marjory answered.

When Peters was ready, Marjory slowly pulled the skewer through the inch and a half hole in slut's right breast, while Dr. Peters pushed the stainless steel bar through the first leg of the U and then after it. When the bar came through the breast, he slid it through the second half of the U and into a leg of the U for the left breast. When he was done, Marjory began pulling the skewer through the left breast, followed by the bar.

When the skewer was out, Peters slid the bar through the other end of the U.

"Did you pick out a pair of end caps, Ilsa," Peters asked?

"Yes, Alan, I have. Use the Large ball caps please."

Dr. Peter screwed the three inch ball caps into the threaded ends of the bar. Then he turned to the nurse and said, clean her up and bring her to us in my office please."

"Surely doctor," Marjory answered.

She set about gently dabbing at the blood and betadine from slut's chest, while slut lay still in her throbbing pain.

After fifteen minutes, Marjory had the patient as clean as she could be, so she undid the straps and helped her off the table.

"You must keep these clean, nicole," she admonished her. It is very easy for infections in holes this big. Bacitracin four times a day, no showers for at least two weeks, sponge baths only. It must not get wet."

"Thank you, ma'am," slut whispered weakly, as Marjory lead her to the office.

Ilsa stood immediately as slut entered the room. "They're incredible, Alan," She exclaimed. "Magnificent! I've never seen anything like it."

"Yes, Ilsa, I agree. The Large balls at the end really accent them too, although she'll probably need a bit of time getting used to sleeping with them.

"Remember now, follow Marjory's aftercare to the letter, and no pulling or tugging on them until I clear it. Bring her back to me in five days so I can check the healing."

"Do you have anything to add, slut," Ilsa asked?

Dropping to her knees, slut bent and licked Ilsa's shoe, as she repeated, "Thank You, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress.