Chapter 10: Piercing Questions

Course 8 / Day 2: Course Progress Meeting

Participant Notes: Fifty

Jo: When Gerry has finished with Fifty, she has a session booked with Celia. This is likely to challenge Fifty more than anything else so far.

Jenny's Recollections

It is not long after my visit to Gerry. After my coffee, they handcuffed my hands behind me and put me back in my cell. Now an escort comes. He links my wrist cuffs together and I am taken to a new room.

It smells antiseptic and very clean. The floor is covered in a smooth non-slip pale green vinyl which sparkles as I walk over it. There are white cupboards on the wall, an operating light on the ceiling and what looks like a dental chair in the centre. It's upholstered in pale blue and has matching pale blue restraining straps, which look faintly ridiculous. It makes me want to giggle. Except I guess that won't be appreciated.

Facing me is Celia, the girl I first met when she instructed me on personal hygiene on my first day. She is dressed in the same blue surgical scrubs and wears white surgical clogs on her feet. The same South African accent greets me. "Hi, Fifty," she says. "Nice to see you again. I'd shake hands but..." She nods at my arms. "Turn around and I'll release you. Hmmm, love that hair!" She looks at my bald head.

"Yes," I say casting my eyes down, still embarrassed by how it looks and by the fact that it is the result of my own failure to follow my instructions - again. "Well, I guess it will have grown back by the time I'm released after the course."

"Err, actually Fifty, it won't. According to your training plan," she looks over towards an open laptop, "ah ... your going to be shaven daily till release! You know we like to push your limits a bit. Besides, quite a lot of girls go shaven now and you look absolutely terrific just as you are."

Her compliments are no consolation. I'm actually a bit shocked at this news and it must show in my face. Celia puts her arm round me and guides me to the couch. "Can I just check something? You gave permission for piercings subject to agreement at the time. Is that right?"

Suddenly I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. "Err, yes," I say warily.

"So you'll be all right with this?"

After my experience with Gerry I realise my past must be catching up with me. I had been told to get an extra ear piercing and I had tried to skip the challenge. Now it looks as if I am going to have it done to me afterall.

I look around; the place looks clean and clinical. Celia has the confident air of all medics. It's reassuring and even though I know it's stupid I think, why not? I hear myself saying, "Well, I suppose so."

"Just lay down and we'll get on."

"Get on with what?"

She sighs. "You all start off with so many questions. Get on with what we are going to do. You will find out, so just accept it and don't worry." She's busy with the straps of the chair, pulling one across my chest another around my waist, more around my ankles. As she fastens them, tightening them securely I feel both a sense of panic and a thrilling feeling. I flex a little against the straps. She pulls them tighter until I really cannot move. Once she sees I really am secured to the couch she speaks again. "Slaves need to learn respect, obedience and trust, Fifty. I think you know that you have fallen down a bit in your first exercise in the obedience department. Due to your failure, you're bearing the consequences." She looks up again at my bare scalp and runs a finger across it. "Still, I'm pleased with the consequences! OK, open your mouth."

"Are you a dentist, then?" I'm becoming more worried now.

"No. I'm a nurse, but my field is head and neck surgery, so I'm good with mouths and noses and things."

"Just what are you going to do?"

"Ha! So curious, Fifty. Well that would be telling. All you need to know is that I am here and you are there and that you were going to open your mouth? And without talking."

I suppose I can say stop right now. Perhaps I should, but I don't. Celia's professional manner, my own desire to experience as much of Inward Bound as I can and the way in which I have already become used to doing as I am asked overcomes my reticence. I open my mouth. She examines me with a dental mirror. She is very gentle as she pulls my mouth this way and that with latex covered fingers. It's surprisingly reassuring.

"OK: no gingivitis, or calculus, but a bit of plaque on your terminal molars. I'll give your teeth a polish and get rid of that for you. More attention to detail young lady! Also a good virtue in a slave, consensual or not."

"Are there non-consensual slaves?" It's an even more scary thought than being strapped to this couch.

"There are, and maybe I'll turn you into one, if you don't do as you are told!"

I feel a stab of panic and also, strangely, a stab of anticipation. She's surely not being serious?

"OK Fifty, I'm just going to protect your eyes from the light now." She straps a blindfold on me. So, not exactly like the dentist. She travels slowly around my mouth with a dental hand piece polishing my teeth, which once again feels reassuring as well as tickly and all the more so as she has strapped me to the couch and I cannot get away.

"Right Fifty, just swallow — it's only a bit of toothpaste and saliva in your mouth." I gulp it down, coughing as the pepperminty, gritty paste slips down. "And, now open up again, please."

I open, but this time she slips an instrument between my teeth and before I can react, I hear the clicking of a ratchet and I can no longer close my mouth. I cry out in surprise making a curious squawking sound. I am further panicked by the feeling of a strap being pulled across my forehead locking it hard back against the couch and then there's Celia's fingers in my nose.

"Easy girl, easy. You are going to be just fine. Here's some cream to go inside your nose..."

I try to say something, but of course I cannot say anything except to make a sort of gacking noise. But then there's the feeling of Celia's hand on my shoulder and slowly I calm down.

"OK Fifty. Here's another test for you. Like the obedient slave girl you are ... hmmm, well that's a bit optimistic just now ... Lets say, will be ... I want you to stick your tongue out and incidentally, if you don't, I'm going to grab it with a surgical clip."