Chapter 50: A Master Marks His Property

In the morning, Nina woke to find the bed empty, but she could smell something good coming from the kitchen. She wandered downstairs, still nude, to find Scott busy at the stove. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. “It smells good, whatever it is.”

He reached a hand back to pat her on the rear. “What it will be is a wonderfully puffy and light omelet, served with warmed croissants and hash browns on the side. There is also bacon, unless you’ve decided that you’re watching your weight.”

“After last night, I think I need all the calories I can get.”

“Well, you did get to sleep in. I, who did much of the work, have been up for hours, partly preparing this feast.”

Nina stepped back and smacked Scott on the rear, then indignantly said, “You did most of the work? I seem to recall being told to take over and do all the work, and that you might decide to do something if I got you interested enough. I’d say I did all the work.”

Scott spun around and took her in his arms. Laughing, he said, “Yes, my dear. You did have to put some effort into it. But you also did get well-fucked in the process, so you can’t complain too much.” She couldn’t answer right away as Scott was kissing her very hard, and squeezing the cheeks of her rear.

When he pulled back to check the stove, she said, “Okay, yes, I did get some pleasure out of it. You certainly did get energetic at the end, so it did turn out to be fun.”

“’Some pleasure’ she says. I’d say you got a lot more than ‘some pleasure’ out of it. As I recall, you were wailing like a banshee several times, and not having much strength left afterwards. All signs of a good fucking by yours truly, I would say.”

She caressed his face, smiled at him, then kissed him softly. “Yes, my husband and master, you did your usual excellent job on me last night.”

“Good. Now that that’s been cleared up, let’s eat this wondrous repast. We have things to do and places to be.” Scott started serving as Nina looked at him somewhat quizzically.

“We’re going somewhere? Do I get to know first?”

“Eat first. All the rest will happen in good time.”

Nina couldn’t get any more information out of Scott during breakfast. He continued to give her mysterious and incomplete answers to any of her questions. When breakfast was finished, he helped her to clear the table, then led her to their bedroom. After going through her closet, he tossed a couple of items on the bed, and told her to get dressed.

What she found was a short crop-top, and a very short miniskirt. The skirt sat on her hips, so between the brief top and the low waist of the skirt, she was showing quite a bit of midriff. She silently thanked Gretchen for helping her get so fit, as the area on display was well-toned and fit. She looked at herself in the mirror on her closet door, and soon discovered that, if she raised her arms too high, the undersides of her breasts would be on display. As well, if she sat down, there would be no need to move the skirt out of her way—it was way too short to be an obstruction between her ass and any chair she sat in.

She had no idea what Scott was up to, and for a moment wondered if maybe they were making another trip to the bondage club, or some other place like that. She knew she couldn’t ask her Master; she simply had to trust him.

After getting himself dressed, Scott looked her over and briefly smiled at what he saw. He walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, then lowered it to allow him to reach under her skirt and grab a cheek of her ass. His other hand slid under her top and closed firmly on one breast. He smirked at her expression. “This is what I like—full access any time I feel like it.” He tweaked her nipple, then stepped back after kissing her on the lips. “Time to get going.”

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where we’re going?”

“All in good time, my little slave, all in good time.”

The drive didn’t take very long, and Nina immediately recognized their destination as soon as Scott pulled into the parking lot. They were in front of Ronnie’s tattoo parlour. The colour started to drain out of Nina’s face as she turned to look at Scott. “Scott ... Master ... are you getting me tattooed again?”

He grinned a little as he turned to look at her. “Remember, I said I don’t really understand the attraction of tattoos. As for anything else, that’s for me to know and you to find out.” He moved out of the car, then walked around it and opened her door. Nina knew she had no choice but to go along with whatever Scott was planning, so she took a deep breath and gave him her hand as she got out of the car.

Ronnie was in the front of the shop, going over some artwork samples that were laid out on the front counter. When Nina saw her, and the artwork, she immediately got the feeling that, Scott’s attitudes notwithstanding, she was about to be tattooed once again. Ronnie looked up and smiled at her in a somewhat predatory fashion. “Well, slut. I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again. At least not this soon.” She turned to look at Scott. “You must be who I spoke to this morning.”

“Yes. I’m the one. Are we still on?”

“Sure thing. Come on back. I think I’ve got just what you need.” She led the two of them into the back of the shop. Ronnie stopped in front of the same table on which Nina had received her tattoo. Nina’s fear increased again on seeing it, especially when Ronnie turned to her and said, “Strip. You know the routine. Clothes off and get up on the table.” Just then her assistant came out of the back room, and Ronnie told her, “Get her ready. Make sure she’s properly secured.” The smile on Emma’s face as she heard the orders made Nina more worried.

It didn’t take very long for Nina to be both naked and strapped down on the table once again. Emma grabbed one of her breasts and gave her another predatory smile. “I hope I get to ride your face again. You’ve got a really good tongue on you when you’re not using it to yell and whimper.” She wandered off to see what Scott and Ronnie were doing, leaving Nina to wonder what was about to befall her.

Ronnie was going over various collections of small jewelry, and discussing their merits with Scott. At one point, she pointed out a combination of pieces, and said, “The full set is a little extreme, but it is also very flexible in terms of the various ways that it can be worn. It would definitely give you the most opportunities for different ways to display her. Once the initial studs and sleepers have come out, you could use any number of rings, hoops, jewels, and chains.”

She held up one long chain to show him. Most of it consisted of very fine gold links, but there were also what looked like strands of very small pearls near the two ends of the chain, and there were small clips at the very ends. “This is the first chain I’d suggest you get. As you can see, it’s mostly gold links, but you’re probably wondering about the pearls, and the clips.” At Scott’s nod, she continued.

“The idea is that the chain threads through all the other rings, then runs through her pussy so the pearls sandwich her clit between them. The clips attach the chains to the rings in her pussy, and we also add a small weight to the chain. Once it’s all adjusted, then as she walks, the pearls will slide up and down along her clit. These are natural pearls, which are actually a little rough on the outside; that’s why you see people drag pearls over their teeth to check them. Fake pearls are smooth, but real pearls are rough. That rough texture rubbing over her clit will keep her right on the edge, but probably won’t be enough to make her come. Of course, you can also pull on the chain to make the pearls rub more, and that might just be enough to send her over.”

“I’m intrigued, I have to say. You said it would be the most extreme. How extreme are we talking?”

Ronnie grinned. “Not as extreme as some, but maybe more than you originally thought.” She turned to look at Emma. “Show him what real extreme looks like.” Emma pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts and the chain that ran through both of her nipples, as well as her many tattoos. She also dropped her skirt, and leaned back to show the collection of rings in her pussy, and the chain that threaded through all of them. “That’s an example of real extreme.”

“I’ll say.” He shook his head as he looked at all of the metal in Emma’s body. “That must have hurt quite a bit.”

“Not as much as you might think. Of course, Ronnie kept poking a needle at my clit every time she put a new hole in me, so I was screaming and coming like gangbusters every time. It certainly kept my mind off the pain.”

“The fact that she’s a real pain slut helped a lot. Every time I tattooed her, I had to strap her down because even the needle makes her come.”

“Okay, back to the original question: how extreme are we talking?”

“Alright. If you decide to go with the whole combination I’ve shown you, then I’d need to pierce both nipples, her navel, the hood of her clit, and then a ring in each side of her puss. After everything heals, we’d change out the placeholders for the final jewelry. That means that we start with barbells in her nips, a vertical bar in her navel and one in her hood, and small barbells in her pussy. Later, we put nice gold rings in her nipples, a ring and jewel combo in her navel, a sort-of ring in her hood, and rings in both of her pussy piercings. Then, to get the full effect, all you need to do is thread the chain through everything. We might need to adjust the length to get the tension right. Once that’s done, the natural bounce of her tits when she walks will make the pearls rub her clit.” Ronnie chuckled and gave a bit of a smirk. “If you took her dancing, or made her walk too fast, she’d probably come just from the overall movement.”

“I assume the chain wouldn’t be a permanent part of things?”

“No, not at all. Even the various rings and jewels wouldn’t be permanent. They will all be completely removable, so you can swap them out for other bits of jewelry, or leave them out forever. If they’re out for more than a couple of weeks, the holes will heal up and you’d need to have them done over.” She smirked a bit and added, “If you want to get a little funky, I’ve even got things like little bells that you could put in her nips or even her pussy. People around her would go crazy trying to figure out where the sounds are coming from as she walks by.”

Scott chuckled as he said, “Devious idea.” After a moment’s thought he continued, “Okay, let’s go for it. Do all the piercings so she can wear the chain. Once it all heals, we’ll come back for the nicer jewelry and to finish everything.”

“Trust me, I think you’ll really like the result. For your typical slave, it’s actually fairly minimal. Emma’s collection is a bit over the top, but partly that’s because she’s a walking advertisement for my work. Most of the slaves I’ve done have way more tattoos and piercings with things like really thick chains in some really painful areas. The rings and bits I’ll put in after she heals will all be very delicate by comparison.”

“Good. I want these to enhance her looks, even if some people would be put off by them.”

“I understand. The majority of people get put off just by seeing pierced nipples, which is kind of stupid. Pierced nips are almost as common as pierced ears.”

“I guess people don’t know that since you don’t normally get to see someone’s nipples.”

“True. Shall we get to it?”

“Yeah, let’s get it done.” They started to walk out of the back room when Ronnie turned to Scott and asked, “Did you want to fuck her first? Keep in mind that her pussy is going to be pretty much out of service for about two weeks while everything heals up.”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but not to worry. I’m going to be away for part of the time, and there’s always her mouth if necessary.”

“Okay, your choice. Let me get my gear ready, and we’ll get started.”

“Do you use any anesthetic to numb things up? I don’t want her hurt too much.”

“Not generally. Most of the piercing operations are over really quick, so the pain is momentary. As Emma mentioned, there are ways to distract her so pain becomes much less of an issue. You might think the piercings in her puss to be the most painful, but not the way I can do them. The one in her hood will probably hurt the most, and even it will be over very quickly.”

“Okay. I’ll leave it up to you. I know you know what you’re doing. Your assistant’s piercings are a testament to that, and the tattoo you gave Nina is a work of art, as much as I don’t really understand tattoos.”

“When Gretchen asked me about tattooing her, her biggest concern was if it would be permanent. I didn’t understand her at first, but then she explained that she didn’t have complete control over the slave. It’s kind of an interesting three-way you’ve all got going.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it. I had to learn about this whole dominance and submission thing really quick because I was worried I was about to lose my wife. In the end, it all seems to have worked out, but what we’re about to do is kind of my way of marking my property so other people don’t forget it.”

They moved back into the area where Nina was strapped down. Emma was playing with various parts of Nina’s body, and was still naked, likely hoping she’d get a chance to sit on Nina’s face again. Ronnie glared at her and said, “Leave the slut alone. Get out the antiseptic and start getting her prepped. We’ve got a bunch of work to do.” Ronnie pointed at each location that was to be pierced, then turned to prepare the sterilized needles and placeholders she’d need to insert in each location.

Nina cast a worried and fearful look at Scott, who moved up beside her. He ran a hand through her hair, then looked into her eyes and quietly said, “I know some of this will hurt a bit, but I think it’s necessary because of the circles you’ve been moving in lately. People need to know you belong to me, and that I share you with other Mistresses. Remember that I love you, and we’ll get through this.”

Nina could feel a cool sensation on her nipples, then on her belly. “Scott, what’s happening. What is Ronnie doing?”

“Think of it as getting some jewelry that not everyone will get to see.”

A puzzled look crossed Nina’s face in response to Scott’s cryptic remark. She suddenly felt fingers manipulating one of her nipples, and then almost painful pressure as a clamp of some sort was applied to the nipple. A moment later it felt like a bee had stung the same nipple and she cried out and tried to arch her back in response. She couldn’t move because of the way she was strapped down.