Sara

SARA

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 9

This installment represents the second chapter in which I have intentionally brought the characters in four of my stories together, those being: SARA: SOME CALL IT PLAY: CHELSEA’S F. N. P. C.: and NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE.

True to my word, after Stacy and i left Dermis, i brought her over to the office of the Doctor who placed the steel in my body. During the cab ride to His office, i had used my cell phone to call ahead and found that He wasn’t particularly busy and would be able to fit Stacy in for some piercings in her breasts.

“So, uh Stacy,” i queried, “What did you think of this afternoon?”

“I was wondering if you were going to want to talk about it,” she said softly, not wanting the driver’s prying ears to be privy to her answers. “Honestly, I can’t even begin to sort out my thoughts.

“At first, when we got there and had to all be naked, I was all but ready to just walk out and leave you there! Being naked alone isn’t something I relish, so doing it with others would seem totally out of the question. But then, when we went into the club, and I saw that everyone was naked,” she paused, reliving the moment, “ naked...........and not everyone is even close to having a body as amazing as yours, so,..........well, I..........I  actually felt pretty comfortable nude. In fact, after about fifteen minutes, I almost forgot that I was nude!”

i said nothing, my focus was on listening to her.

“Then, watching two people being whipped..........”

She stopped speaking, looking straight forward through the windshield.        

“What about the whippings, Stacy?”

She turned her head to look at me, there were tears in her eyes, as she revealed, “I liked it,” she whispered, feeling guilty somehow. “I liked watching it. It was.....it was like nothing I had ever seen before. And Chelsea...............I mean, slut has to do that. I mean, she’s a slave, right? So she must do as she’s told.”

“Yes, that’s correct, Stacy. Just like i am.”        

She continued as if ii hadn’t said anything. “But Chelsea asked for it. She actually asked to be whipped. And then, asking to be hit with that buckle....................

“I, ...... I just never thought things like that happened.”

“But you enjoyed it,” I prompted her, trying to keep her talking?

“Yes,” she confessed, her head down, a tear spilling down her right cheek.

“That’s okay, Stacy,” i tried to reassure her. “A lot of people get turned on by pain. Some by giving it, and others by receiving it. It’s no where near as strange as you might think.”

She looked back at me again. Her eyes looked at the driver’s rearview mirror to see where his attentions were, then she asked, “I guess you’ve been whipped, haven’t you? I mean, I seen marks on your body like the one’s slut has.”

“Yes, Stacy, I have been whipped. Many time actually.”

“And are you one of those people who gets turned on by the pain?”

“i’d be lying if i said otherwise, Stacy. But........but for me it’s more than that. Much, much more.”

She was looking at me for answers to her own questions about her reactions to what she had just witnessed. i knew the feelings she was having about the whippings were confusing her deeply. What i said to her, as much as how i said it, would have a great deal to do with how she came to grips with her emotions. i wanted to make sure i was clear, and thus give her the tools to search out her own answers.

“It’s true,” i began, “That i get off on the pain. i can’t and won’t deny that. When the level gets high enough, the endorphins start kicking in, and i start to travel into a sort of dream world of floating mixed with pain and pleasure.

“i also revel in the ceding of my body to my Master. Giving Him absolute power over me releases me from making any decisions about the levels of pain, the length of the torture session. i focus my entire being on trying to accept that which He wishes to give me, knowing, trusting in Him to take me where i need to go, whether it is through pain, or humiliation, or His pleasure, or mine.

“Watching slut being whipped, and watching Chelsea being whipped turned me on, Stacy. i was wet. It wouldn’t have taken more then a little pinch on my clit and i would have cum. But, at the same time, i was  jealous of them, because,” i paused, as the reality of what i was saying to Stacy reassured me, “Because, i wished it was me being whipped. i wanted the deliverance of the whip to take me to that place where Chelsea was. i envied her as she took those strokes, and wanted them to be mine. i wanted those marks on her body to cover mine.”

Stacy was quiet for a few minutes. The cab was pulling up to the curb in front of Dr. Peter’s building. She took my hand in hers, looked me in the face and asked, “Would you whip me sometime, Chelsea?”

i couldn’t have been more stunned than i was at hearing that from her. “Y.....yes. Of course, Stacy. If you want me to, i would be happy to.”

We didn’t speak about it anymore. I paid the cab driver and Stacy followed me to the banks of elevators and the ride up to Dr. Peters suite.

There was a new receptionist, much younger than the one I knew from before. Not particularly attractive, but no where near as dour as her predecessor had been.

>How may I help you,” she asked, looking up from her computer monitor?

“my name is sara,” i began, “And this is my friend, Stacy. i called a few minutes ago as was told Dr. Peters could see us.”

“Yes, of course,” she said, typing on the computer. “Please have a seat and I’ll tell Dr. Peters that you’re here.”

“Thank you,” Stacy said

We had barely sat down when the woman called us into one of the rooms in the back.

“Please get undressed,” she said to Stacy, then she looked at me with a knowing smile, and added, “And you should undress as well, slave.”

“Yes Ma’am,” i said, startled by her overt knowledge of my condition.

Stacy got undressed much quicker this time and sat on the exam table, crinkling the paper nosily as she sat. i stood next to her as we waited. She took my hand in her’s., squeezing it slightly.

When Dr. Peters came into the room, he immediately reached for one of my breast bars and pulled me over to him. “These really turned out well, sara,” he said to me, looking at my breast straining from the bar being pulled.

He kissed me hard on my mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way deep inside.

“And what, pray tell, brings you here so late on a Saturday, sara,” his receptionist asked from behind me. i was completely unaware that she had even entered the room at all.

It was a few moments before he broke off the kiss and allowed me to answer her, “my friend Stacy is interested in some steel in her breasts, Ma’am.”

“My name is Jane,” she informed me, “But you will refer to me as Lady Jane.”

“Yes, Lady Jane. As You wish,” i replied.

She turned to Stacy and asked, “What did you have in mind, Miss?”

Stacy was clearly nervous, and couldn’t begin to even form the words to a response. Looking to me for help, Stacy said, “I want some rings.”

Lady Jane looked at her quizzically, so i interjected, “She’s interested in having rings place behind her areolas, to make the points of her breasts point out.”

Dr. Peters asked Stacy, “May I,” as he reached for her huge breasts?”

“Yes,” she said, keeping her head lowered.

He picked up both breasts at the same time, one in each hand, feeling their heft as well as their firmness. He manipulated the nipples, watching to judge the reaction to the stimulation as well as the changes as they grew harder.

Gently letting them fall on Stacy’s chest, he reached into the pocket of his white coat and produced a ruler. Placing the ruler across the areola of her right breast first, he measured the diameter of the darker skin. “Ninety-seven centimeters,” he announced.

He measured the left one as well, calling out “Ninety-four for this one.”

He repeated the measurements, and received the same results.

“I would recommend either rings, fairly thick ones because they’ll be large, or bars and brackets. Like what sara has deep in her breasts, only smaller.

“With your large breasts, the weight of the brackets wouldn’t be really noticeable, so it’s more a question of aesthetics and personal preference.

“Jane, would you please be so kind as to get a set of rings and a set of bars and brackets in Stacy’s size so she can see them?”

“Certainly, Doctor,” she said. Turning her back to us, she left the room.

Dr Peters started playing with my breasts the instant the door closed, his right hand sliding softly down my belly and his finger searching out my wet slit. “On your knees, slave,”  he commanded.

i knelt before him. i knew what he wanted, what he expected. Stacy watched quietly as i unzipped his slacks and took out his already stiff cock. Folding my hands behind my back, i sucked him into my mouth, deeply. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and began driving into my face, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. In under a minute, he was grunting and spurting his seed into my mouth. i kept sucking until he was through.

He was back in his pants and i was standing when Lady Jane returned with the steel. One look at us both, and she knew what had happened. She smiled at me, as she handed the tray with the rings and bars to Dr. Peters.

“These are the rings,” he said to her, holding one up for her to take.

Stacy examined the ring, and held it under the nipple of her right breast. “It’s pretty big,” she remarked.

“Your areolas are larger than average, quite a bit larger, in fact, so small rings won’t work if you want them set behind your areolas. We can go a lot smaller if you wish them through the nipples only.”

“No,” she said emphatically. “I want them put in like sara had hers.”

“Then you really have a choice of the rings you’re holding, or these bars and brackets. They’re like smaller versions of the ones set at the base of sara’s breasts, see,” he took one from the tray and offered to Stacy for her inspection.

“I think I like the bars and brackets, better,” Stacy said to no one specifically.

“You’re not locked in, Stacy,” Lady Jane added. “Once the holes heal, you can swap jewelry like you might in your ears.”

“Oh, so I could start with one kind, and later switch?”

“Certainly,” Dr. Peters said, a bit displeased with himself for not making that clear from the outset.

“Well, I think the rings are less S&M looking, so I’ll go with those, for now anyway, but I’ll take a set of bars and brackets with me for later, when it heals up.”

“Good choice,” Lady Jane said, writing something down on a form she had with her on a clipboard.

“Can we do it now,” Stacy asked, softly?

“Of course,” Dr. Peters said.

“Jane,” Dr. Peters said, “Please get a piercing kit and prep her for me.”

“Yes, Dr. Peters,” she said.

“C....can I hold sara’s hand when you put the needle in me,” she asked, fear taking over.

“Of course,” he said. “You’ll be fine. It really only hurts for a second or two, and then the pain quickly subsides.”

Lady Jane began prepping Stacy, first with alcohol wipes, then with generous amounts of Betadyne solution. “What gauge needle, Doctor,” she asked, finishing up the prep.

“Number 4 for this one, I think, Jane.”

“Don’t watch,” i advised Stacy. Just squeeze my hand. It’ll be over before you know it.

Stacy buried her head in my shoulder, her face against my breast. i felt her hand tighten in mine as Dr. Peters put the clamp on her breast.

“Pull on this for me,” he said to Jane.

i watched as she took the clamp and pulled Stacy’s breast, stretching it slightly, but not distorting it.

He took a marker and placed small dots on either side of her areola, indicating where he wanted the needle to enter and exit.

“Ready, Stacy,” he asked?

“Y....yes,” she half whispered, squeezing my hand as tightly as she could.

Dr. Peters placed the tip of the needle against one of the marks, and said, “Pull it a bit more, please, Jane.”

She pulled, lifting Stacy’s breast out more. Slowly, Dr. Peters applied pressure to the thick needle. Stacy started to wince as the sharp point broke the skin.

She didn’t scream, rather, biting her lip, she cried softly as he slowly pushed the needle through her. He did it slowly, owing to the fact that it was a long distance from one side of her pancake sized areola to the other, and he wanted it to be straight.

i could see the point of the needle pushing against the skin just before it popped out the opposite side.

“All done,” Dr. Peters said. “Jane, please set the ring for me.”

Jane took one of the big rings and unscrewed the ball at one end, before inserting it in the open tip of the needle. She pushed the needle back through the breast with the ring, until the needle came out and the ring was in place. She screwed the ball back on the ring and said, “Take a look, Stacy. What do you think?”

Stacy opened her eyes, and looked down at her breast, without letting go of my hand. “Wow,” she remarked. “It’s really big!”

“Like I said before, Stacy,” Dr. Peters said, “Your areolas are rather large, so a larger diameter and thicker gauge ring is necessary. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she smiled, proudly. “I love it!”

“Alright then,” Dr. Peters said. “Let’s do the other one, shall we?”

Forty-five minutes later, Stacy’s cab was dropping me off in front of my building. “See you Friday for our work-out,” she said, kissing me on the mouth as i got out.

“Sure thing, Stace,” i answered her, adding, “Can’t wait to hear what hubby thinks of your rings!”

“I’ll let you know.”

Sir Campbell demanded a full report of my day’s activities, and then he punished me soundly for not offering to satisfy Dr. Peters’ new receptionist. After the beating, he had me bend over a footstool placed in front of a full length mirror, use my hands to spread my cheeks and offer my rear passage to Him. He made me watch my face as he fucked my ass long and hard, spilling His seed deep inside me. Of course he had me clean Him with my mouth before sending me to the bathroom to sleep naked on the tile floor.

The following Friday, Stacy came over for our weekly exercise session. As per Sir Campbell’s directive, i answered the door already naked, fresh welts adorned my body from the front of my thighs to the tops of my breasts. They aren’t to be hidden, and are, quite in fact, an enormous source of pride for me, when my Master wishes me to carry His mark for Him.  i had decided to push the envelope a bit, and made her strip in the hallway before allowing her to come into Master’s apartment. She only hesitated a few seconds before obeying me and disrobing. Once she was naked, i allowed her in.

“So,” i began, “What did your husband think of your jewelry, Stacy?”

“He loved it, sara. And you were right, he wants me to get some rings in my pussy lips soon as well, after these heal some more first.”

“i was pretty sure he’d love them, Stace. They really look great too. How do they feel?”

“They’re still sore to the touch, but they seem to be healing just fine. The redness is almost gone see,” she lifted her mammoth right breast for me to inspect.

Placing my left hand under the floppy flesh, i lifted the ring with my right, looking carefully at the piercing. “Looks really good, Stacy. The redness is alone gone, so it’s healing the way you want it to.”

We did our exercise routine together. It seemed to me that Stacy was much more into it than she had been in the past. 

Afterwards, we showered together, lathering each other and washing each other all over.

i invited her to stay for lunch, as i always do, but this time, she agreed, something she had never done before. We ate salad and low-fat yogurt, with unsweetened iced tea, naked.

As we were finishing up, Stacy said, “sara?”

“Yes?”

“Do.....do you remember l......last week, ........I...........I....I asked you if you w....would w....w.......whip me?”

“Yes. i remember.”

“Would you do it......today?”

i looked at her, and took both her hands in mine, “Are you sure, Stacy?”

“Yes. I.......I’m sure. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all week.”

She looked at my new stripes and said, “I don’t think I could take anywhere near what you have there,” she pointed to my breasts, “But, I want to feel what it’s like.”

i never thought she would ask this of me, even though she had only mentioned it a week before. i had thought it would be something from the intensity of the moment, not something she might follow through with.

i decided to make it as real as possible, without her suffering to my levels.

“Alright then. i’ll whip you, Stacy. But first, you must agree to two rules that i’m going to make of you. And you must agree to them without me even telling you what they are.”

She looked at me strangely, not sure what it might be that ii was going to require of her.

“Okay. I agree, I agree to do anything you say, sara.  To anything you say,” she said, her head down.

“Kneel down,” I said, with a loud voice!

Startled, she got on her knees.

“Keep you back straight. Knees apart! Fold your hands behind you head, and stick those tits of yours out!”

She did exactly as she was told. i left her like that for over five minutes, letting the thoughts of what was about to happen to her build in her imagination.

“First off, slave,” i said, watching her wince at my use of the word, “Before i whip you, i am going to put a gag in your mouth so i won’t have to listen to you and you don’t disturb my concentration.

“You must accept that it is i who decides how long you will be whipped, where you will be whipped, and how hard. You must trust me. You will not be able to ask or even beg me to stop. i will stop when i feel like it, and not before.

“Secondly, i want you to beg me to whip you. Tell me why you deserve to be whipped! Understood?”

She looked up at me with those doe like eyes of hers, and said, “Please sara, please whip me. Whip me like a useless cunt slave. Let me taste your gift of pain. Punish me for being so fat and ugly.”

“As you wish, slave,” i said. Reaching over, i slapped her right breast, then her left one, very hard. The pale white skin turned pink right away.

After strapping a large red rubber ball gag into her mouth, i took a soft leather flogger and dangled it in front of Stacy’s face. “This is called a flogger,” i said by way of introduction.  i let the strands caress   the tips of her nipples. “It can be used in various ways,”  i continued. Starting with light strokes across her back, “It can have a soft, almost sensuous warming effect on the skin.”   i established a slow, steady, rhythmic pulse with the whip. All light strokes, just the weight of the leather bringing the flogger down, nothing from my arm.

i paused and felt her skin. It was starting to get a little warmer, so i began striking her again, with the same intensity as before, only now with occasional hard strokes interspersed with the light ones. She yelped behind her gag when a hard stroke landed, but she seemed to be enjoying the lighter strokes, even moaning softly. i increased the frequency of the harsher strokes, watching her back as darker pink lines began to emerge. She opened her eyes as the pain got stronger, searching me out, pleading with her eyes to stop.

Another thirty strokes and i stopped. She was breathing heavily behind her gag, and spittle was leaking from around the red rubber ball. It had run down her chin and was dripping onto her heaving breasts. i waited patiently as her breathing calmed, then ii bent over behind her head and whispered in her ear, “i’m going to whip your pussy. Would you like for me to do that Stacy?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide as they starred into mine. i pinched her nipples and massaged her tits and let my hands play across the broad expanse of her belly. my right hand slid between her parted legs, “Let’s see how much you enjoy being whipped, my little slut slave, i’ll bet you’re good and wet!”

Stacy’s face flushed, probably as much from my name calling  as well as the feeling when i slipped two fingers of my right hand into her soaking pussy. i played with her for a bit, fucking her with three, then four fingers. Not wanting her to have too much pleasure, i removed my hand, and wiped it across her face and under her nose, so her potent scent would linger long for her.

Taking a position behind her, i began to softly bring the flogger up between her ass cheeks so the ends would snap very gently on her mound. “Spread your legs wider for me,” i ordered Stacy. “i want total access to your cunt!”

She waddled a bit as she got her legs further apart. It was awkward for her with her hands behind her head

The lash fell wherever i intended it to now, snapping on her mound, or by pulling back a little, on her clit. i got a nice steady rhythm going, and ever so gradually increased the severity of each stroke until she moaned as each one of my lashes found it’s intended mark. i made a point of laying in the occasional stroke quite hard. One was so strong that she broke position and grabbed her crotch with a yelp.

“What do you think you’re doing,” ii admonished her severely?  “Only i decide when the whipping stops. Get your hands behind your head and stick your tits out. Your pussy isn’t hot enough for me yet!”

Reluctantly she assumed the position again. i whipped her pussy some more, the mound now a bright pink. i stopped sooner than i really wanted to, as i wanted her to learn to enjoy and accept the whip.

i knelt in front of her and licked her spittle from her flabby tits. Moving up her chest, i licked it from her chin and then from around the red rubber ball gag. Looking her right in the eyes, i said, “Would you like a little more attention, slave?”

She looked back at me, and nodded.

As ii unbuckled her ball gag, ii said, “I want to whip those udders of yours, Stacy, but i want you to offer them to me.”

She was stretching her cramped mouth as she said, “What does that mean, sara?”

“It means, slave, that you will hold those floppy milk bags up for me while i whip them. Is that clear enough?”

“Yes, sara.” She put her hands under her tits and lifted them up as instructed.

i put aside the flogger in favor of one of Sir Campbell’s riding crops. i held it in front of Stacy so she could see the new implement, before striking her breasts with it. The sound of the sharp slap as the leather end hit the soft flesh filled the room. Her tits were turning more pink with each lash, and she’d winced and cried as the strokes got harder..

Finally, ii stopped. “Thank me,” i said.

“Thank you, sara,” her head down, looking at her reddened chest.

“Thank you sara, for what, cunt?”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, and she said, “Thank you, sara, for......for wh.....whipping me,” she corrected herself.

We hugged and kissed each other for a long while, before she worked up the courage to ask, “sara, would you kiss me down there, like you did last week?”

“Yes, Stacy, but that’s not how a slave should talk. You sound like a nervous schoolgirl.”

“Would........would you..............would you li........lick my cunt, sara,” she asked furtively?

“i would be glad to lick your cunt, slave.”

After our little lovemaking session, Stacy showered and went home. i went on the computer and found an email message from my Owner. It said simply: “Mistress Ilsa’s slave, slut, will come by at 2:00 to pick you up. Be outside waiting for her. You will only need toiletries. Nothing else. Wear your great cape, and four inch spikes. I will see you Saturday. ‘C’. ”

It was already 12:30, so i grabbed a quick container of yogurt, two granola bars, and took a quick shower. After blow drying my hair and combing it out, i applied three heavy doses of perfume, waiting for it to dry between applications. While waiting for it to dry, i did my face up: eye liner, mascara, lip gloss and liner. Then i rouged my areolas and outer labia with dark red blush.

At 1:55, i was on the street in front of my building waiting for slut to arrive. It turned out she was a few minutes late, but then ii saw the black Jaguar come down the street and pull up in front of me. i opened the passenger door and got in. slut was behind the wheel, dressed as i was in a great cape, and stiletto heels. Like me, she was naked beneath the cape.

slut handed me a dildo and butt plug connected by a chain harness. “Put these in,” she said.

Lifting myself up from the seat, i slid the dildo deep into my pussy and then worked the dry butt plug up into my ass. Once they were in place, i wrapped the thin steel connecting chains around my waist and locked it in place with the small lock.

Looking at slut’s exposed thigh, ii could see that she was wearing a similar harness as well.

i didn’t ask her where we were going, not that i wasn’t curious. It really didn’t matter. Sir Campbell was sending me somewhere, for His purpose. That was all i was entitled to know, or needed to know.