Chapter 21: The Family Jewels

"My, my, aren't we the little lady!" Mommy gushed as Kathy entered the master bedroom.

"Do I look okay, Mommy, really?" Kathy asked tentatively. "This is my first real grown-up date and I want everything to be perfect."

Mommy drank in the vision: dazzling blonde hair that swept up and back, then cascaded down in freshly curled ringlets; small-to-medium sized breasts decorated with sparkling gold nipple rings linked by a simple, dangling chain; a pale, freshly waxed mound outlined by a lacy black garter belt; and coltish legs wrapped in luminous black nylon that rose from shiny black mules with 5-inch heels.

"You look delicious! You'll be the bell of the ball," Mommy beamed, "or should I say 'dungeon'."

"Thanks," Kathy fidgeted with her garters. "Mommy, can I borrow your handcuffs?"

"No, Honey," Mommy shook her head. "The choice of restraints is up to the dominant."

"Wow," Kathy sighed, "this dating stuff sure has a lot of does and don't."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," Mommy gave her daughter a soft kiss then opened the box on her dresser that held the family jewels and took out an antique pearl stick pin. "This was my mother's favourite, Kathy. I'd like you to wear it tonight."

"It's lovely, Mommy, but I don't have anywhere to put it," Kathy looked puzzled. "I'm not wearing a top."

"Oh, you don't need a top for this little piece," Mommy abruptly seized Kathy's left breast and plunged the thick pin through its milky white flesh.

"Mommy!," Kathy swooned in shock. "How could you?" She looked down at the thin streams of blood that trickled from the pin's entrance and exit points. "I'm bleeding, Mommy, how could you?"

"That's the mark of quality jewellery, Honey. I wouldn't let my daughter go to the Hood & Noose wearing cheap costume stuff." Mommy wiped the tears from Kathy's eyes, "now remember, just let the blood run down your chest."

"Okay, Mommy," Kathy smiled bravely. "I guess I can suffer for fashion."