Chapter 8

The next morning, Friday, I woke up as I'd been left, arms stretched above my head and secured to the headboard, legs stretched apart and attached to opposite sides of the food of the bed. The vibrator rested in my bikini bottoms, now lifeless. I reeked of dried, sticky pussy juice. My arms and legs ached, having been stretched out all night. The clock on my dresser told me it was 8 in the morning.

I became aware of another sensation. I had to pee. Bad! I called out for Dave, but heard nothing. I called louder. Nothing. My body started shifting around. I wanted to squeeze my legs or cross them. I was afraid I was going to wet the bed. About the time I thought I was going to let loose, Dave showed up at my door.

"I gotta pee NOW!" I said.

He smiled and came over to the bed, starting to remove the cuffs from my ankles.

"Do I hear a please?" he asked, removing the dead vibrator from my crotch.

"Pleeease!" I said.

He then removed the collar and the wrist cuffs and I bolted for the bathroom.

"Take a shower while you're in there." he called to me.

I didn't need any convincing to do that. While I was in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open. I'd locked it, but knew all it took was a small screwdriver or bobbie-pin to open it.

"Get out! What are you doing in here?" I screamed. He ignored me.

"When you get done, I put your change of clothes on the counter... oh, and you get a penalty for locking the door and then yelling at me. That's not being very respectful." he said and I heard the door close again.

"Crap!" I thought. I was afraid of that, but wasn't willing to just let him waltz in and see me naked either. And besides, just how respectful was HE being walking in the bathroom while I was in the shower? And what made him think I wanted to keep playing this stupid tie-up game, anyway?

It was good to feel clean again. It took a little extra warm water and soap to clean up between my legs. As my hands rubbed away the residue of last night's excitement, I again became aware of how much my pussy was still itching. Dave had gotten me so excited and I still hadn't had any satisfaction. My fingers dipped through my slit and rubbed my pussy lips. Mmmmm, it felt so good... and I still felt the need to cum.

"You're not in there being a slut and touching yourself are you?" I heard Dave's voice on the other side of the curtain. He hadn't left after all.

"Dave, please get out!" I said as I pulled my hand away from myself.

"When you're done, I'll leave, but then you'll only have two minutes to get dressed and open the door again."

I hurried up and finished and turned off the water. He passed me a towel over the curtain and I started drying off. As he left, he reminded me of the two-minute limit. When I got out of the shower, I found a very small pile of clothes folded on the counter. As I looked at them, I realized it was the black pleated cotton skirt and a white top with spaghetti straps. When I put it on, I remembered that it was a size too small and was tight across my chest. I noticed that it had also been shortened even more than it was before. It had been cut so it just barely covered my small breasts and left my midriff bare. There was no bra, no panties. The skirt came only a couple of inches below my butt cheeks. I didn't like the idea of no panties, but at the moment didn't have a choice. I finished getting dressed and opened the door before the two minutes were up.

I dried and brushed my hair. As I prepared to leave the bathroom, I paused, studying my reflection in the mirror. I wondered what the day would hold for me. Yesterday had been full of wonderful sensations, but lots of humiliation, too. Maybe he'd let me quit this silly game for a while and I could call a friend up and go have some fun without all the embarrassment. On the other hand, I don't think I'd ever had a more intense day.

Dave was waiting for me on my bed when I arrived in my room. Actually, I'd thought about putting on a pair of panties. That idea was looking less promising with Dave in the room.

He looked up at me and got a big smile on his face. "You look awesome" he said, "sooooo sexy." His eyes seemed to take me all in, roaming from the top of my freshly cleaned hair down to my toes.

I blushed, but was really tickled by the compliment. He patted the bed next to him and invited me over to sit with him. I did.

Putting his hand on my bare knee, he said, "So, you ready to start your day?"

"I guess. Rather than playing the tie-up game, why don't we just relax and watch some TV?" I said hopefully. "And you forgot to put panties on the counter, so I still need to finish dressing."

"Nope" he said, "I didn't forget anything, and yes, I think we'll play another day." he said with a big grin.

"But... I can't wear a skirt without panties" I said, incredulous... and a little nervous.

"Well... you could always go without the skirt then" he said.

"That's alright, I'll keep it" I said.

"Well, now that you're all clean, let's get you back in your, ah... jewelry." and he holds up the dog collar for me.

I decided to be bold. "I thought I'd give the game a rest and call up one of my friends and go do some girl stuff. Would that be okay, Dave?"

"Hmmmmm" he pretended to ponder with a thoughtful finger on his jaw. "Since I'm not supposed to let you out of my sight, that means I would get to put up with two gossipy teenaged girls who probably want to shop or do other really fun stuff," he said with a yawn. "Or... I can spend a day giving pleasure to my little sister, and kind of tormenting her at the same time. Now... whatever shall we do?"

I could have predicted he wouldn't be too excited about my hopes. What had I gotten myself in for?

"I think we'll play with your friends some other time. Now let me see that pretty little neck of yours."

"Pleeease Dave," I said as I backed away a little, "I don't want to play right now."

"Does someone want a spanking?" he asked with a look of disapproval on his face.

"No, no... I'll play." I sat there obediently while he put the collar on me. Then he attached the leash before moving on to attach the soft leather wrist cuffs, locking both in place, but not to each other.

He pulled me to my feet and then showed me his next toy. It was a leather bondage belt. He put it around my waist and cinched it uncomfortably tight, locking the catch behind my back. My wrist cuffs were then attached to the belt, just slightly forward of being directly at my sides. It immobilized my arms without the strain of being behind my back. But I couldn't touch even my fingertips, nor could I reach my aching pussy.

Once again, I was helpless.

He pulled me by my leash so that our faces were close and briefly kissed my lips. "Feeling vulnerable yet?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer him at first. I felt his free hand rubbed my crotch through the thin fabric of my skirt.

Oh yeah, I felt vulnerable. He saw it in my face, but I nodded anyway.

Even though my body was more covered than it was with just the bikini I wore yesterday, I still FELT more exposed. I could feel the air swirl around my pantiless crotch.

Tugging on the leash, he led me downstairs to the kitchen where I could see he already had breakfast waiting. There was a bowl of cereal, and once again, a cup of his white, creamy spunk. He sat me down and I stared at the cup like it contained poison.

Dave seemed to enjoy my discomfort, and sat beside me. He dipped a spoon into the cup and presented it to my mouth, but I just couldn't seem to open my lips. This was not how I imagined starting my day.

"A spanking would be kind of fun without panties, don't you think?" he said.

I opened my mouth and let him stick the foul stuff in my mouth.

He hammered another nail in my pride by saying, "There's my good slut... eat up all of your brother's spunk."

I turned beet red and felt my eyes watering in shame. But he made me take it all and then again wiped the cup with his finger, which I had to suck clean. When I was finished, he pushed the bowl of cereal in front of me. It was mostly milk with maybe a cup of cereal in it. "Eat up babes." he said.

My hands are secured, and he didn't offer to feed me. I just stared between him and the bowl. He turned away and left the room. I did the only thing I could; I started lapping up the milk and cereal with my tongue. I felt ridiculous, eating like a dog.

He came back about the time I finished. I've got milk all over my nose, my chin and running down my neck onto my chest. He stared at me and chuckled.

"You're a mess," he said. "Looks like I'm going to have to clean you up a bit." He starts cleaning me with his tongue, licking all over my face, even parts that weren't splattered with milk.

At first I was disgusted, but it tickled a little. But once I'd gotten over my initial revulsion, I had to admit it felt kind of good. I liked him licking me and giggled when it tickled. Then he licked my neck and proceeded down my upper chest.

"Mmmmm... It looks like you got some underneath your top too. Oh well."

Without even waiting to see what I'd say, he pulled the strap of my top off my shoulder and exposed my right breast, continuing to lick up the few streaks of milk that had slipped beneath.

"Hey!" I said. "Stop that! That's not in the rules! I didn't say you could do that!"

Part of me knew I should be mad, but it tickled and... I have to admit I was enjoying the attention and wasn't really that mad. But I WAS embarrassed at him seeing my little boob and knew I had to lodge a protest.

"Oh, sorry" he said, "but I guess it's too late now" and he continued licking me, including my nipple.

I protested a few more times, but not really seriously. As he continued licking me, his hand moved to my inner thigh, but he stayed a couple inches south of my pussy. His ministrations actually felt good and I started getting a little excited again, so I didn't protest any further.

I leaned my head back and just let him do what he wanted. After a minute when I didn't say anything else, he pulled the strap off my other shoulder and started on my left breast, now totally exposing the upper part of my body. His other hand moved up to my pussy, but kept his hands on top of my skirt.

My pulse doubled and my breathing got raspy as he worked me over. He just rubbed across the top of my slit over the skirt, without pushing down into it at all, so he built my excitement, but wasn't giving me enough to get off.

I start trying to push my hips up into his hand, but then he stopped.

"Better quit before you get your skirt all wet." he said. Then he pulled my top back up and put the straps over my shoulders.

I whined in frustration, not sure if I should be madder at him for exposing me or for not letting me cum.

"What's wrong baby?" he asks, "Do you want more?"

I hesitated, unsure how to respond, but my need got the better of me and I nodded my head.

"Weeellll, we don't want to get your skirt all messy with pussy juice, now do we?"

Actually at the moment, I didn't really care about my skirt, but said nothing.

"And sense you don't want me really touching your pussy, I guess we just have to quit for now" he said. "Besides, it's time we were leaving" Dave said.

I managed to ask him where we were going, but he didn't answer. So I said if we were going out, I really needed to put on a bra and panties.

He just laughed and told me, "I don't think so."

He pulled on my leash and I stood up. He removed the waist belt and refastened my wrists cuffs in front of me. Then he put a jacket over my wrists, like I was carrying it in front of me.

As we got to the door, he took the leash off my collar and twisted the collar around so that the ring was hidden by my hair and it looked a little more like a leather choker. Then he knelt down and picked up my feet, one at a time, and put on my slip-on tennis shoes.

We walked out and he put his arm around me as we walked to his car. I felt loved and protected and safe somehow. But I was also beginning to feel owned, like I was Dave's property or something. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It was a little embarrassing to go out in public with my wrists cuffed, even if no one else could really see.

I guess I could have just stopped, turned around and headed back to the house (except he had the keys). I could have made a scene, protested, or just told him, no, I wasn't going to be treated this way.

But even though these thoughts went quickly through my head, I didn't do anything; didn't say anything. I just got in the car when he opened the door for me. I'm not sure I liked how he was treating me, but I didn't hate it either.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

He just reached over and caressed my cheek and smiled at me saying, "You are so gorgeous baby."

Obviously, he wasn't going to tell me where we were going. Then he told me to close my eyes and keep them closed until he told me to open them again. We drove about 15 minutes while he used his right hand to rub my thigh.

Why didn't I open my eyes? I was curious about where we were going, but just did what I was told. When the car stopped he reminded me to keep my eyes closed. He got out and came around and opened my door, helping me out while I kept my eyes closed. Dave removed my wrist cuffs, but told me to keep my hands together unless he either took my hand or told me otherwise.

I told him okay and we went through a doorway, Dave led me by holding my arm.

He whispered that I could open my eyes.

I look around to see cases of earrings, studs, and other personalized jewelry. We were in a piercing shop! I started getting a little scared and was reluctant to go further, now knowing what he had in mind here. He herded me over to a sales girl and told her that I'm there because I wanted a belly button piercing.

I was surprised and a little relieved. I'd been afraid for a minute it might be something worse. I'd actually wanted a belly piercing for a while but was afraid my Mom would freak. I wondered how he knew, or if he knew. Maybe he didn't care if I wanted one or not.

The girl showed us several different 'rings'. They were pretty much all shaped like a '(' but the difference was what was attached to the bottom. Most were some kind of dangly thing like a large earring.

When she showed us one that had a circle on it, Dave squeezed my thigh and I knew to tell the girl that was the one 'I' wanted. It had a small clear crystal on the top and the bottom had a brass ball about 3/8" in diameter with a brass ring going through it, about a half inch in diameter.

Dave told her that I really wanted it as permanent as possible and could she solder the connection once she put it through me. She looked at me to make sure, and after a little hesitation while Dave squeezed my thigh a little harder, I just nodded at her. Next, she asked if I wanted it through the top of my belly button or the bottom. Dave told her the bottom, with the jewel inside my belly button. Knowing resistance was futile, I nodded again.

She had me get on a table with a cushion in the center that lifted up my abdomen. The girl sterilized everything and applied an anesthetic to deaden the skin. Of course, it did little to dull the pain as it went through me. She told Dave to hold my arms so I wouldn't jerk as the bar went through. He got behind me, took hold of my wrists and pulled them up over my head. I watched as she pinched me, placed the sharp end inside my belly button, and pushed it slowly through my flesh. I only learned later that piercing through the bottom was more painful than the top.

The pain was actually pretty incredible. I hadn't realized the post would be burning hot! It was cauterizing the blood vessels as it went through. If Dave hadn't been holding my arms, I know I'd have brought them down to protect myself. As it was, I instinctively tried to jerk my hands down, but he held them tight. It seemed as if it was moving in slow motion. I felt the thick bar pushing through every millimeter of me. I kicked my feet a little until she told me to hold still. I gritted my teeth and endured.

At last it was through the other side. Damn, it hurt!

The girl paused and told me that putting solder was probably going to hurt even more and suggested they strap me down so I couldn't jerk around. I only heard her as if from a distance as I was still dealing with the puncture pain. It felt as though I'd been stabbed! She put seatbelt kind of things across my thighs, right above the knees, and another across my hips, and one more below my breasts. By this time I was figuring out I was being strapped down and it concerned me. Actually, it scared me.

She took my right wrist from Dave and attached it to a leather restraint above my head, then did the same with my left wrist. I didn't like this!

"Why are you doing this? What's going on?" I asked, tears coming to my eyes.

The girl looked at me coldly and said, "I'm sorry dear," Yeah right, I thought, "but in order to fasten this together, we need to heat the bar that I just put in and since its metal, it will probably burn you. If you jerk around, the hot solder will get on your skin, and then you really WILL be burned, and it will scar. So, hold still."

The girl picked up a foam ball and stuffed it in my mouth, telling me she hated screams. I was getting more and more scared. Then she picked up a soldering iron and touched the free end of the bar. The heat traveled quickly through the metal and added to my agony as it burned me from the inside. My whole body went rigid as the pain swept through me. Fortunately, it didn't take long and she put some solder on the end and quickly screwed the ball onto it while keeping it hot.

"There we are. All done with that one. Will there be anything else while you're here?"

Dave appeared thoughtful and then looked at me. "How bout it Sis?"

I just shook my head. I didn't think I ever wanted to be pierced again! The girl released me and told me not to worry about infection from the piercing, but to keep it clean until it healed completely.

After we were back in the car, Dave put my wrist cuffs back on and fastened them together in front of me. He told me to keep my eyes closed and relax. As we left, he added another instruction. I wasn't to talk unless he asked me a question. I was beginning to feel like I just wanted to go home and lay down. My belly still hurt like it had a hot poker in it.