CHAPTER TWELVE

Waking Tuesday morning, her time sense said she still had about ten minutes until her radio would come on. Just time to revel in her bonds and review the most delightful weekend of her life and the delicious prospect of a lifetime more of the same. Saturday night was wonderful; such creative bondage and the training�ooh, exquisite, her mound gets instantly wet from the memory alone. She must remember to practice the movements of stepping through her chain so it will be right when she does it for Him on the weekend. She guesses that others might find this training to be degrading but for her it’s just beautifully erotic, the satisfaction of a lifetime dream, a man to submit to and such a man. It’s probably a good thing that he won’t let her wear panties when she’s with Him; they’d be soaking wet all the time anyway. From the conversation at His shop on Saturday, she knew immediately that this man could be relied on. The later talk in the car on the way back to His shop just confirmed her initial impression.

�So Juliet, tell me a little about what sort of bondage you need.�

�Well, the bondage itself is sort of incidental; my preference is chain and locks but I guess rope would be all right, as well. The thing is, doing stuff while I’m restrained; following your commands, doing whatever tasks you set me, while I’m bound. I guess if you wanted to tie me with rope, I’d revel in it but the real turn on for me is performing tasks and rituals.�

�Not into serious pain, then�good�that’s a relief. I had a significant other once upon a time who was a pain freak. Lovemaking was wasted on her unless she had livid welts and weals all over her body. I stood it for six months because of her many accomplishments but I hated beating her, it’s just not me.�

�Not welts, no, but I would want discipline, strict discipline. Mostly, I want a man to set rules and regulations, rituals and procedures�that sort of thing. But he needs to monitor my obedience carefully and be able to punish me for infractions. I need to know that I can’t get away with anything.�

�Punish how? A spanking, a paddle, a flogger or some other type of punishment?�

�That would be pretty much up to you, so long as it doesn’t cause bleeding. Tell me what you mean by other type.�

�Well�the most obvious thing would be to keep you aroused for extended periods without relief. Then there is stuff like public embarrassment or humiliation, minor torture like rubbing Tiger Balm into your clit and nipples, sending you to work in a crotch rope or tight bodystrap or wearing a dildo or butt plug. I’m sure I could come up with more of that sort of thing with a little thought.�

�That all sounds �exciting. I don’t think I’d like the humiliation idea much, but then again, a punishment is not supposed to be enjoyable. How long do you mean by extended periods?�

�That would depend on the severity of the offence. Suppose, for example, that a standard punishment for something was five strokes with a flogger but you kept repeating the action. In that case, a weekend of constant sexual stimulation without any relief for you might just be enough to get your attention.�

�But wouldn’t that be uncomfortable for you?�

�I’d still have the use of your mouth, I think I could survive.�

�What if I orgasm while giving head?�

�Is that a likely possibility, do you think?

�No idea, I’ve never done it before, oral sex I mean. I’ve always wanted to try if I had the right sort of man to do it for.

�OK, we’ll have to see about orgasm control. Any other kinks or desires I should know about?�

�Well, I’ve been fascinated by the concept of body piercing for quite a while now. I guess it’s the thought of wearing a leash attached to some intimate part of my body. The idea gives me such a rush but I’ve never dared to actually do it. The same with branding, the idea of having it done to me gets me wet but the important thing is that it be done by some one else’s will. It wouldn’t mean the same if I did it to myself.�

�I suppose you’d want to be collared, as well?�

�So long as I never see the key, a collar would be wonderful.�

�You prefer metal to leather, I suppose?�

�Well yes, but it isn’t my preference that matters.�



�So you’re really dedicated to being a slave�how does that impact on your career?�

�I don’t see any problem if you want me to continue working; I’d have to keep my collar covered up while I’m at work but otherwise it should be fine. It doesn’t really matter all that much to me, I never had any huge desire to be a lawyer anyway.�

�So why do it, then?�

�When I was ready for college, I had to choose a career path, decide what to do with my life until I found the right man to serve. It came down to a coin toss; the other choice was rocket scientist�well actually nuclear physicist. I just wanted something intensely challenging to occupy my mind while I was marking time on the man front. I don’t mind being a lawyer and I’m good at it and the money is fine, if you want me to continue, I will. What matters to me is obeying the man I choose to serve. If he wants me to bellydance for a living, or wait tables in a bar or deliver the mail, then that’s what I’ll do.�

�How much experience have you had as a dancer?�

�Two years of bellydance classes while I was getting my BA with some public performances afterwards and then I put myself through law school on my earnings as a stripper.�

Suddenly, the radio pulls her from her reverie. CBC Radio Two, the perfect start to the day. She spends fifteen minutes getting out of her bondage and then refastening the essentials, wrist and ankle chains linked through a bangle. Showering, she spends a full twenty minutes just caressing the steel chain padlocked around her neck and chest. He never told her to take it off so she presumes she is to wear it until at least the weekend. The locks are kind of clunky though, maybe she can spend some time looking for more delicate replacements in time for the weekend. On the other hand, she has been given some serious assignments already; maybe she should focus on them. She needs to find a source for leather and the tools to cut and sew it, not to mention the chain she’ll need for her chastity shorts. Oh, and the bell to be sewn to the crotch. She also needs to find a fabric shop so she can start planning her g-strings. The water suddenly turning cold jumpstarts her heart and she hurries to finish washing her hair and scrambles out of the shower. Drying off while chained is not an unusual experience for her but she’s never thought of this particular arrangement. She has to kneel in order to dry her hair and back. What a neat idea. Simply linking her wrist and ankle chains by running them both through a bangle is so much more restrictive�ooh this is a Master worth waiting for. She still can’t believe her luck, that a simple visit to a craftsman’s workshop should lead to the first man to whom she has ever been able to talk about her need for submission. And so easy to talk with, like he’s reading her mind or something. No ridicule, no disgust and he seemed to take the whole thing in stride like it’s the most natural thing in the world. What a relief after the years of terror, how does a submissive woman find the right dominant. And such a man into the bargain�strong, fit, self-controlled, a brilliant craftsman with enough self esteem that he has no reason to lie to her and a fine musician, as well. She wonders what it would be like to dance while he plays his fiddle�oooh, now that’s excitement, her juices are dripping onto the kitchen floor, oh good, a chance to practice stepping through her chains so she can lick up the mess. Reminds her of the countless times she performed the same task under his eye on the weekend. She loves her own taste, especially obtained in such a demeaning way, kneeling, knees widespread, ass high in the air, lapping up her fluids like a cat with the cream. She feels the sway of her breasts against the linoleum, her rock hard nipples sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She’ll need to give her thighs and groin a thorough wipe before getting dressed, and better not forget a spare pair of panties, or maybe two pair, even the thought of him brings a rush of fluid. She hopes he won’t require her to keep working in an office for too many more months, this level of arousal could become serious torture. Good thing she does tax law, imagine standing in front of a judge and jury with juices dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor. Now there’s an erotic image. Still, she has an early meeting this morning; better get her act together. Wash and dry her breakfast dishes, put them away, head into the bedroom, kick off the five inch mules, climb onto the bed stretching her feet up to the headboard so she can release the chains on her ankles, the last morning she’ll have to do this so early, she’ll pick up stockings and garterbelt today but for the moment, her last day of pantyhose. A pair of bikini panties first, she’s already adapted them by sewing hook and eye closures on the sides, then the pantyhose, unhook the straps to her plain cotton bra, put it on, then reach back to hook up the straps, a little awkward with her wrists still chained but no big problem. Oh well, time to release her wrists, back up to kneel on the bed, then choose a suit and blouse and a scarf to cover the stainless steel chain around her neck. The outline of chain is extremely visible under her blouse so she’ll have to wear her suit jacket all day; hopefully it won’t be too warm today. Oh, well, if being a slave was easy, anybody could do it. On with the three-inch heels she wears to work and it’s off on her morning stroll to the office. Halfway there, she stops in the middle of the sidewalk. Oh, SHIT! I screwed up, already. I should have taken my clothing into the front hall and used that key to release the chains. Should I tell him? I can’t lie to him. He’ll probably ask me that specific question. Better to preempt that and confess before he asks. Shit and he specifically ordered me to remain nude while inside my apartment. Clothing is only for the front hall. I’ll have to pay more attention, this is silly, one day out of his sight and I make such a dumb mistake. Well, nothing else for it, I’ll send him a confession by e-mail when I get to work. She strides off happily to work.

That evening, the Yahoo messenger conversation starts at 6:01

So, tell me about your day, my lovely. I got this mornings e-mail, take it from there.

I had a meeting with a client first thing this morning so I couldn’t contact you until 11:00 when it was over. I felt so guilty all morning, knowing I’d screwed up, composing that e-mail in my mind, my panties getting damp and all the while trying to be calm cool and collected for my client; it was torture. After my meeting, I did some paperwork, some letters and brought my billings up to date. That took until 2:00 so I worked straight through lunch and took the rest of the afternoon off. I found the leather, Ss chain and bell for my chastity shorts; it’s a brass bell in. long by ˝ in. wide at the base. Fairly heavy, makes a lovely loud tinkly sound, I hope you’ll like it. Anyway, I did some other shopping, good coffee, a bottle of wine and some groceries and was home by 4:00. After stripping and chaining/gagging myself, I spent an hour reorganising my closets, all my business clothes are in the front now, including all of my heels; no more screwups like this morning. Then, I knelt in the living room in front of the floor length mirror to work on the shorts. Both legs are now cut away to the hip, sort of like French cut panties. I’ve cut a stiff piece of steerhide to fit between my legs but left wings attached to form the thigh bands that I’ll wrap the chain in. That way, each step will pull the centre panel across my clit and lips. I imagine if you take me dancing while I’m wearing this, I’ll be in continuous orgasm right there on the dancefloor. OOOOOH! Wish I had a webcam setup so you could see the puddle on the floor beneath me right now!

That’s an interesting concept, we’ll have to look into the possibilities. Have you had dinner yet?

No Sir, I wasn’t sure if I was permitted to have dinner without instructions. I am hungry, though.

Henceforth, you are permitted to feed yourself at eight if you haven’t heard from me. Generally, something light�soup and salad, that sort of thing; I want you to practise eating from a bowl on the floor. Do you have a camcorder?

No Sir.

Buy one then, set it up to record your feeding practise, I.D. each tape for date and time so you can review your progress on a regular basis.

Yes Sir.

That’s all for now then, talk to you later tonight about this morning’s events.

Good Night, Sir.



7:45 PM Ding from the computer, incoming message.

Good evening, Sir.

Hello, my pretty. Re. This morning’s e-mail. Yes, you messed up the morning routine, don’t let it happen again or there will be strokes but I am well pleased that you admitted your error so readily. I am more concerned that you wore pantyhose today.

Only until 2:30, Sir, the first thing I did after leaving the office was stop at the lingerie shop down the block. You should see all the neat stuff they have, I only bought a narrow garterbelt in black lace and three pair of sheer nylons that I can wear to work. I didn’t know how you would feel about fishnets or black nylons, I can’t wear them to the office but if you want me to have them in my wardrobe for evening wear or whatever, then I’ll stop in tomorrow. Actually, could I impose on you to take me there sometime and choose the things you’d like for me to wear. I’ll pay for the stuff, money isn’t the problem. I just hate selecting my own clothing, especially undies.

Yes, I imagine I can find some time to come into the city�as far as funds go, we’ll see. Are you still wearing the four-foot chain as I instructed in yesterday’s e-mail?

Yes Sir, you haven’t instructed me to remove it.

How did it feel today?

A little uncomfortable, especially as I had to wear my suit jacket all day and it turned really warm this afternoon. The chain and padlock makes a very distinctive bulge under my blouse. Still, I really love wearing it, it feels so delicious against my skin, and I was somewhat aroused all day.

I presume when you got home that you stripped in the hallway, am I to understand that you went all the way to the bedroom without heels or chains.

OOPS, yes Sir, screwed up again, didn’t I.

What should you have done?

Stopped on the way home, bought new heels, chains and locks?

Very good, girl. No punishment for this mornings error, this once, but you had all day to realize the problem you would have in the evening. Five strokes. Also, I note you didn’t suggest using the 4-foot chain to shackle yourself.

No Sir, you haven’t given permission for me to remove it, even to shackle myself with.

Very good, girl! That was a test. Now, go and kneel by the front door and release the two locks from the four foot chain�think about which lock to remove last and why as you will be defending your choice. Bring the chain and locks back to the computer. You have two minutes.

I’m back, Sir.

Two minutes and twenty-five seconds, one stroke for each five seconds. Did you remember to step through your chain before and after and again when you reached the computer?

OOPS again, sorry Sir.

So, you missed four opportunities to step through your chain. Twenty strokes. I hope you are keeping track of these; on Saturday morning after breakfast you will have to kneel and beg for punishment You will have to recite the specific number of strokes awarded for each offence as well as describing each offence in the order of occurrence. Any shortfall in number of strokes or description will earn additional punishment.

Yes, Sir, I’m writing them all down, thank you Sir.

Now, describe and defend your choice.

Yes Sir, I knelt facing the wall so the padlock below my breasts was most easily accessible, as I knew I didn’t have much time but in any event, I would never consider removing a padlock securing my neck until last.

Why not?

Well Sir, at the moment the chain was serving in place of a collar; if I am ever again privileged to be permitted to remove my own collar, I would keep that lock for last. It just seems that removing her collar is something a slave would postpone as long as possible.

Very good, that’s the spirit. Now, tell me what else you bought today.

I found a fabric store a few blocks over, off Spadina. They had a lot of small scraps of fabric, approximately one square foot but various shapes. They were a dollar apiece so I bought twenty as well as a sewing kit and a number of small bells and some narrow gold coloured cord. The drugstore with the post office had a postage scale for sale so I bought that. I stopped at the LCBO on the way home and picked up some cans of Guinness and the bottle of wine I mentioned earlier but they didn’t have the kind of scotch you like, perhaps you have alternate favourites that I can look for?

Cardhu, Lagavulin and in the Irish whiskey section, Black Bush makes a nice change of pace.

Oh, good, I’ll look for them.

How are the alterations going?

I’ve riveted the leather for the waistband and I’m just starting the sewing on that piece, I’m using very fine stainless steel wire, which I found a spool of at a hardware store. Actually, when I say waistband, these were particularly low-cut hiphugger jeans so I guess I should call it a hipband. Am I permitted to use smaller padlocks for the chastity shorts? Since I assume I won’t be wearing them in the shower, I’m sure I could easily find small brass padlocks, which would let me use smaller gauge chain.

You have no right to make such an unwarranted assumption. Five strokes. However, small brass padlocks will be acceptable. Stainless steel chain, though.

Oh yes Sir, your e-mail was very clear.

Right, take the four-foot chain, centre it between your ankles, leave six inches space between, then wrap and secure with the two free padlocks. Then take the ends up and secure your wrists, using the padlocks from the three-foot ankle chain. Release the two-foot chain from your wrists and refasten between your upper arms, running across your back. Tomorrow, you are permitted to remove whichever chains you wish but you must always be wearing one of them and two padlocks. Your choice, which chain and how you wear it; feel free to experiment but I will expect a full report. Now you have work to do so I will sign off. Good night, my lovely. Good night Sir.