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Six months into their relationship, Tess and Ryan formally moved in together. The timing was perfect, as Peter and his girlfriend had gotten engaged, and Peter had moved out of Ryan’s place. Though everyone at work knew they were together, no one suspected that the gold chain Tess wore around her neck was in fact a collar from her Dom—a constant, sexy reminder that she was owned in the best possible way by a man who loved her.

Their exercise room now doubled as a BDSM playroom, complete with sturdy hooks in the ceiling that held hanging plants when guests came over, but would support the rope and chain Ryan used to bind her for a whipping or caning, or support the portable leather bondage swing when he wanted to sexually torture her and then fuck her until she was delirious with pleasure.

Though of course they maintained their professional demeanor at work, Ryan would sometimes send a one-word text to Tess—just her name—echoing back to when Mr. Stevenson used to call Olivia into the office with that single word command. When she got the text, if she was able, she was to report to his office.

She would enter silently, locking the door behind her. Before coming any farther into the room, she would remove her panties, which she would then bring to her Master. Ryan would accept them with a sexy smile and not return them until the evening.

Sometimes he would just passionately kiss her, but other times he might swivel his desk chair toward her, revealing his unzipped trousers, his cock already in hand. She had exactly five minutes to make him come, and if she failed, she would be punished when they got home that night. But because the scenario got them both so excited, she never failed to give her lover the satisfaction he demanded. Her reward later that night would be every bit as sexy and thrilling as her punishment would have been.

She would return to her office, sans underwear and on fire with desire, though she was forbidden to touch herself. Sometimes it was very hard to concentrate on her work after those sexy sessions, but she had to admit—she loved every second of it.

When at home, Ryan kept Tess either naked or in one of her growing collections of waist cinchers. She loved the way they made her feel, as if Ryan himself were gripping her waist, laying claim to her. They forced her to move with a certain grace, and she’d taken to wearing them at work too, hidden beneath her conservative suits.

Tess had never been happier, and the delicious irony of being Ryan’s submissive at home was not lost on her. The confidence and joy she gained from achieving submissive grace was mirrored back in her professional life. She attacked each workday with vigor and energy, and her latest performance review had been glowingly positive, and accompanied by a very nice raise.

They continued to meet with Mr. Stevenson from time to time, sometimes for a scene, sometimes just for a meal. He had brought a friend to their last dinner, a woman named Lorraine Pickford, whom he’d met on a BDSM singles site. “My grandchildren gave me a laptop for my ninety-third birthday,” Mr. Stevenson explained. “They were very patient showing me how to do email and use this internet thing. I had no idea what all was out there,” he’d added with a decidedly mischievous gleam in his eye as he patted Lorraine’s hand.

Though in her eighties, Lorraine was still beautiful, with dark, intelligent eyes, high cheekbones and a generous mouth. Tess found the way they held hands and kept smiling at each other and exchanging secret looks very touching. “Lorraine’s new to the scene,” Mr. Stevenson explained, “but one day I hope she’ll be ready to allow you both to witness her submissive grace, just as the two of you have honored me.”

 

One evening when Ryan and Tess came home after a long workday, a small box with Tess’s name on it was waiting by the front door. She didn’t recognize the return address. “Huh,” she said. “I don’t remember ordering anything. I wonder what it is.”

“I guess you’ll just have to open it and see,” Ryan said, attempting a deadpan expression though his dancing eyes gave him away.

Tess sat on the sofa in the living room and opened the box. She took out a small cloth pouch. Inside was a pair of what she guessed were nipple clamps, though they were different from the alligator clip type Ryan sometimes used on her. She pressed the sides of one of the oval metal rings to open the rubber-tipped clamps.

“Ouch, these look dangerous,” she said with a shiver.

Ryan’s smile was at once sexy and cruel. “Not dangerous, but definitely not for beginners. They’re called clover clamps.” He sat beside her. “There should be another pair in there.”

Tess reached into the bubble wrap and found another pouch. Ryan took it from her and drew out a second set of clamps. He pushed open the spring mechanism. “The cool thing about these beauties is when you pull on them, instead of popping off, they actually get tighter.” He let it snap shut.

Tess dropped the clamps, her hands flying involuntarily to her breasts to cover her nipples. “You think I can handle that?”

“I know you can, my love.” Ryan stroked her thigh, pushing her skirt up and moving his hand slowly toward her bare pussy, as she’d given her panties to him that afternoon in his office.

“Spread your legs,” he directed.

As Tess shifted to obey, her mind suddenly focused in on the second set of clamps. She sat up, abruptly slamming her legs closed. “Whoa. Wait a minute. What’s the second set of clamps for?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

Ryan pushed her gently back against the cushions and slid his hand under her skirt, forcing her to part her thighs. He cupped her cunt and rubbed his palm against her clit. “What do you think they’re for, sub girl?”

Tess moaned as he stroked and teased her as only he knew how. “Ryan, I couldn’t. It would hurt too much.”

“You can do what I tell you to do, Tess. Surely you know that by now? You trust me, right? I wouldn’t give you more than you can handle.”

Despite her trepidation, her clit was throbbing beneath his touch, her sex swelling and opening like a flower. Still, she couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of those hard, unyielding clamps gripping her delicate labia.

Correctly reading her fear, Ryan took her into his arms. “Remember, you’re courageous and strong. This is just another step on our D/s journey, another chance for you to show your submissive grace.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re welcome, my love. Now, stand up and take off your clothes. I want to clamp your nipples and your lovely cunt.”

When she was naked, Ryan stood and stepped behind her. As he nuzzled her neck with kisses, he brought his hand to her throat and wrapped his fingers around it, sending a tremor of submissive desire through her entire body.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered into her ear.

“You, Sir,” she murmured back, trying to twist around to kiss him. But he held her still, increasing the pressure at her throat so that she gasped, her heart thudding in her chest.

After a moment, he let her go and turned her to face him, staring down at her with those sea glass green eyes. “Tonight you will prove it once again. Hold up your breasts in offering.”

Tess obeyed, her eyes on her lover as he picked up a pair of clamps.

He gripped her left nipple between his thumb and index finger, pulling it taut. With his other hand, he opened one of the clamps, positioned it over her nipple and let the spring close.

“Ow,” Tess cried, jerking back herself. “That really hurts.”

“But it’s nothing you can’t handle, brave girl,” Ryan assured her, his eyes gleaming with sadistic lust. “Now stand still so I can clamp the other one.”

Tess forced herself back into position, her heart hammering against her ribs. In spite of the pain, or no, precisely because of it, her cunt ached with need as she waited with trepidation for the second fierce pinch.

As it closed over her right nipple, Tess managed to remain still, expressing her pain in a long hiss of breath through pursed lips. The short silver chain that held the clamps together swayed against her breasts. She was already ascending to that dark, perfect place in her psyche where pleasure and pain lost separate meaning, and all she wanted to do was please her Master.

Ryan guided her gently back down to the couch. He crouched in front of her with the second wicked pair.

Tess closed her eyes as Ryan parted her thighs and stroked her pussy with sure fingers. “You were born to suffer for me, isn’t that right, sub girl?” His voice was low and husky with desire.

“Yes, Sir.”

She drew in a breath as he tugged gently at her right outer labia and positioned the clamp on either side. He released the mechanism and it clamped her like a vise.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Shh,” Ryan soothed. “You’re doing great.” He pulled at the left labia and closed the clamp on her tender flesh. “Slow your breathing. Focus on how much you’re pleasing me right now.”

She was whimpering softly, but somehow managed to take a deep breath, which she let out slowly.

“Better, yes? The pain should be easing now—your nerve endings growing numb.”

He was right. While the clamps on her nipples and labia still hurt, the pain was tolerable, and the erotic overlay of dark desire was undeniable.

Ryan leaned closer, his hands resting on her spread thighs. His tongue snaked out, licking against her throbbing clit.

She groaned with pleasure, which wrapped like a ribbon around the erotic pain.

He licked and kissed her until she was panting, a climax building inside her. When he slid one finger and then two inside her, she screamed with pleasure and cried out, “Please, Sir. Can I come?”

“Yes.”

He added another finger, moving it like a cock inside her as he licked her to a powerful orgasm that left her nearly unconscious with its power. She was only dimly aware when he lifted her into his arms, but then she snuggled against his chest as he carried her through the house and into the bedroom.

He laid her gently on the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Sitting beside her, he said, “I’m going to take them off now, Tess. It’s going to hurt, but only for a second or two.”

He removed the labia clamps first, and Tess flinched as the blood rushed back, reawakening her tortured nerve endings. The nipples were worse, and she cried out at the stinging pain, though, as promised, it only lasted a few seconds before subsiding into a dull but not unpleasant ache.

Ryan draped himself over her, and she wrapped her arms and legs eagerly around him, welcoming his heavy masculine body over hers, and the press of his hard cock between her legs. “You’re perfect,” he whispered ardently as he entered her wetness. “And you’re mine.”

 

A few weeks after the introduction of the clover clamps, Ryan brought up the idea of labial piercing, showing her a few pictures online that, Tess had to admit, looked pretty sexy. Nevertheless, she had categorically refused to consider piercing for herself. No way in hell was someone going to put a needle through her labia. Just the thought made her cringe.

He hadn’t pressed her, and they’d dropped the subject. But Tess hadn’t forgotten. She began to do some research online about body piercing. She couldn’t help but admire the beautiful jewelry some of the women wore in their piercings, and though her mind continued to rebel, her body responded to the images—her nipples hardening, her cunt moistening.

She recalled the scene in Charlotte’s Awakening, which had both fascinated and horrified her when she’d first read it. Thumbing through the well-worn novel, she found the passage again.

 

“It’s not enough to mark you with the whip. It’s not enough that you wear my chains at your throat, your wrists, your ankles. I want you to wear my chains at your sex. Indeed, I command it.”

Charlotte kept her head down, eyes downcast as she had been taught by her Master. She was still as a statue, the only evidence that she had even heard him a slight movement of her bare shoulders.

Sir Jonathan pulled her up by the arm and stared into her eyes. “I want it to be permanent, Charlotte. I’m going to pierce your flesh and lock your sex with these chains.” He held up a bracelet of fine gold. One end of the clasp came to a very sharp point. The other end was a spring mechanism that, once engaged, would not open again.

As Charlotte paled, Sir Jonathan went on, “Tonight when I come for you, I will find you naked in the bath. This piercing is yet another proof that you belong completely and utterly to me.”

He caught her as she swayed and fainted into his arms. Her display, while charming, would gain her no pity and certainly no reprieve.

 

Tess shivered even though she knew the words were fiction. She was glad Ryan never “informed her” of what she “would do.” While she adored submitting to her dominant lover, the exchange of power was always and completely voluntary.

But as the weeks passed, Tess couldn’t stop thinking about the piercing. Her research led her to understand it wasn’t as painful as a nipple piercing, as there were fewer nerve endings in the labia. The process was quick and the result was undeniably sexy. And if the jewelry didn’t work, she could always take it out. There would be no permanent spring mechanisms for her, thank you very much.

One night after dinner about a month after his initial broaching of the topic, the two of them sat at the table, sharing a glass of merlot. “I think I want to do it,” Tess blurted suddenly, clenching her hands into fists of resolve. “I think maybe I’m ready.”

Ryan looked at her. “Want to do what? Ready for what?”

“The piercing. I love the symbolism of it—another act of submission that only you and I would know about.” She touched the gold chain around her throat. “Like this secret collar, except even sexier.”

Ryan set down his wineglass and regarded her with a bemused smile. “I thought that one was a hard limit no-go. I didn’t even know you were still considering it.”

“Well,” Tess replied, heat moving over her face. “I have been. And I-I…” The import of what she was saying suddenly made her dizzy. But she forged on. “I think I want it.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s not exactly a ringing declaration, Tess. We’ll revisit the subject in the future, when you’re more sure.”

“But I—”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay, my love. Truly. I love that you’re thinking about it, but you’re not ready.”

Tess snapped her mouth closed and glared at Ryan. How dare he take the wind out of her sails like that? Here she had geared herself up to do this supremely submissive act, and he was telling her no. What the hell?

But then she took a step back, replaying how she’d presented herself. I think maybe… Ryan was right. She wasn’t ready. Yet.

“Okay,” she said softly. “Okay.”

 

Four more days passed, and while neither of them brought up the subject of her piercing, it was never far from Tess’s thoughts. Though it was Saturday morning, Ryan had to work, and Tess decided to do a little shopping. She went to a body piercing shop called Rings of Desire, which she’d determined from online reviews was the best around.

She perused the body jewelry for a while, and then noticed a framed photograph on the wall that at first she thought was a close-up of a butterfly wearing jewelry. As she examined it, she saw it was actually a woman’s shaved, spread pussy, tattooed to look like butterfly wings, the bulk of the design on the mons above the cleft. The inner labia were its lower wings, and they and the clit hood were decorated with numerous rings. The effect was stunning, if a little frightening, and Tess couldn’t stop staring at the picture.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing,” Tess admitted, turning to a tall, statuesque woman with rings in her eyebrows and nose, along with multiple piercings along each ear.

“Thanks. My boyfriend did the tattoo art, I did the piercings. My name is Sandra and this is my shop. Can I help you find something today?”

“I’m thinking,” Tess began, but then stopped herself. No more equivocating. “I want to get my labia pierced,” she said firmly. “I’m looking for the right piece of jewelry.”

“You came to the right place on both counts. Let me show you what we’ve got.”

There was so much to choose from. Eventually, Tess selected a small gold hoop shaped like a horseshoe, with ruby posts on either end.

“They’re removable, see?” Sandra said, unscrewing one of the posts to demonstrate. “You can take it off, just like earrings.”

“And the piercing,” Tess asked, swallowing her fear. “The needle…?”

“Honey, it’s a piece of cake,” Sandra said with a smile. “One-two-three and done, and you’ll be so happy with it, I promise.”

 

When Ryan came home from the office that afternoon, Tess was waiting for him at the front door, naked and on her knees. She held out the jewelry box on her palms.

“What’s this?” Ryan set down his briefcase and took the box from her hands. He opened it and examined the small gold and ruby piece. “Is this what I think it is?” The play of emotions on his face was part admiration, part concern and all love. “Are you saying you’re ready, Tess?” he asked softly. “That you definitively want this?”

Tess rose to her feet and looked her darling Master in the eye. “Yes,” she replied in a calm, determined voice. “I’m ready, Sir. I want to be pierced.”

 

Tess leaned back on the comfortable recliner in the back room of Sandra’s shop, naked from the waist down, covered with a paper blanket like they used at doctors’ offices. The space was clean and bright, and Ryan sat beside her on a stool, holding her hand.

Sandra swabbed the area Tess and Ryan had selected for the piercing and used a plastic clamp to hold the skin taut. “This way you only pierce the minimum amount of tissue, resulting in the minimum amount of pain,” she explained. She dabbed some gel on the spot. “This will numb you up nicely so you’ll hardly feel a thing.”

Tess looked away as Sandra unwrapped a fresh piercing needle, and Ryan gave her hand a steadying squeeze.

“Okay,” Sandra said. “Close your eyes and relax. I’m going to count to three and you just take nice, deep breaths.” She stroked Tess’s hair, her touch soothing. On the count of three, she slipped the needle through the delicate labial fold. Tess felt a pinch, but nothing she couldn’t easily tolerate.

Though Tess kept her eyes averted, she knew from her research that, once the piercing needle was withdrawn, it left a hollow plastic catheter still sticking through the skin. Sandra would insert the stem of the ring into the catheter and then remove the plastic, leaving the jewelry in place. She would then screw the gem post onto the stud and that would be that.

“All done,” Sandra announced. “Told you. Piece of cake.”

Tess opened her eyes. “Wow,” she said. “That was quick.”

“Want to see?” Sandra brought over a hand mirror and handed it to Tess.

“Oh, I love it,” Tess cried, thrilled.

She turned to Ryan, who was smiling at her, love light spilling from his eyes. “I love it, too,” he said. “I love you.”

 

It was one year to the day since their first date and, as Tess luxuriated in the bath, she stared down at the sparkling emerald-cut diamond ring on her finger, which was flanked by lovely blue sapphires. When Ryan had asked her to marry him, she had joyously accepted.

She slipped a hand between her legs, fingering the golden and ruby jewel tucked into the folds of her pussy. She stroked herself, though she wouldn’t make herself come. She was never to masturbate without Ryan’s express permission. Rather than feeling restricted by this command, she thrilled to it, as she did all of their BDSM rules and rituals.

Tess thought with a wistful sigh about Olivia’s secret diary, and how it had helped Ryan and her begin their own D/s journey, which was now so central to their relationship. While Tess knew from the journals and from Mr. Stevenson that their affair had been fulfilling, it must have been hard and lonely for Olivia not to have been able to share her true sexual nature with her husband. Tess was grateful her lover was also her partner and soon-to-be husband.

She soaked a while longer in the fragrant water, and then climbed out to dry herself. She was surprised to see Ryan lying on the bed when she came out of the bathroom, as he had been ensconced in the study pouring over a legal brief when she’d gone to bathe.

He was naked, his cock fisted in his hand. He smiled a lazy, seductive smile. “Come here, sexy girl,” he commanded.

Tess dropped her towel and joined him on the bed, reveling in his strong arms as they wrapped around her.

Ryan drew a finger down her cheek, moving it over her lips so they parted. She sucked on the finger and he slid it deep into her mouth, like a cock. As she gave herself over to her Master, Tess slipped effortlessly into that wonderful submissive state of utter peace intertwined with fiery passion. It was a delicious and potent dichotomy that never lost its power.

After a while, Ryan pulled his finger away and looked at Tess, the love in his eyes so bright she actually caught her breath.

“I belong to you,” she whispered, her heart bursting with love.

“We belong to each other,” he answered. Then he took her once more into his arms.