Birthday Girl

Chapter Thirteen

Zoe slept like the proverbial log that night and it was all she could do to drag her weary body out of bed in the morning. Her pussy lips and clit felt incredibly sore and when she touched them during her shower, she found that both seemed swollen and very sensitive. It was all she could do not to climax but she was glad that she resisted as Lydia asked her if she had when Zoe reported to her, kneeling obediently at her mistress' feet.

"Those pellucid eyes cannot lie, can they?" mused Lydia stroking Zoe's hair tenderly before kissing her once on the lips. After making Zoe drink from her pussy as usual, Lydia told her to pull up her skirt and remove her panties completely.

"You won't be wearing those today," she stated with a little smile flickering across her lips, taking the scrap of lace out of Zoe's hand and tossing it dismissively onto the kitchen worktop. Zoe watched as Lydia took two golden ornaments out of her jacket pocket and shook them gently. A tiny, bell-like sound echoed through the room and Zoe's heart jumped in fear and fascination as she realised what they were.

The walk out to the car afterwards was both embarrassing and agonising. The twin clamps, jaws fastened onto her swollen pussy lips, tinkled with every step as well as pulling at her sensitive flesh. Only by almost squeezing her thighs together could Zoe stop the telltale sound and that made her clit ache with desire. Sitting down on the seat was better although the clamps still bit into her flesh and the leather stuck to her bottom cheeks. Could she survive a whole day at work wearing them? At least, she would be sitting down designing jewellery for the first half of the day, she thought with some relief before she groaned as the car went over a speed bump much too fast.

Unfortunately for Zoe, Lydia tormented her for most of the morning by sending her on messages or tasks especially designed to get her walking around the shop. Every time, Zoe had to remember to squeeze her legs tightly together in order to prevent the tiny bells dangling from her pussy the chance to sound. Every stride made her pussy hurt as the clamps bit into her soft, delicate flesh and also aroused her greatly and, by the time lunchtime arrived, Zoe felt as if she was going to burst with longing and desire. It was all she could do not to come as she sat on her chair trying to design a new necklace and her face went bright red with embarrassment when Lydia called her into her office as the seat beneath her bare bottom was wet with droplets of love juice mixed with sweat where her buttocks had stuck to the leather. A hasty wipe with her tissue ensued before she obediently, taking her designs, went in to see Lydia, shut the door behind her then knelt to swallow her golden offering.

It was only when Zoe got back from lunch, one spent sitting on the nearest bench to avoid too much walking, that she noticed that her designs had been returned. Attached was a note from Lydia saying that she liked the last one a lot so Zoe opened up her book and flicked through until she came to it. Her very last design of the necklace had the word 'owned' inscribed lightly into the solid gold choker. She had also doodled a padlock with the hasp sliding through two gold loops to lock it into place. Her face flamed while her blood ran cold. Had she really done that without thinking? She quickly shut the book, tucked it away in her drawer and then went out into the shop to serve customers during the afternoon, remembering at the last moment about the infernal bell that threatened to tinkle with every sway of her hips.

"It is my birthday next Thursday," announced Lydia that evening as she cuffed Zoe's ankles tightly then looped a chain through the cuffs and a pulley. Making Zoe lie down on the floor, she slowly wound a handle round that cranked the chain through the pulley and her slave found that her legs were lifted up and soon she was dangling upside down in mid-air, blood rushing to her head. "What present are you going to give me, my dear slave?"

"Anything you wish, mistress. Well, anything that I can afford!" replied Zoe, quickly qualifying the original enthusiastic statement.

"I do believe that a collar would be a lovely present," Lydia mused, cuffing her slave's hands together behind her back. "A gold one just like the one you drew the other day. My present but you get to wear it...when I wish you to! Shall I make you one?"

"If you wish to, mistress," answered Zoe, shivering with fear at the thought yet oddly intrigued too. Would she have to wear it at work? In the street perhaps? What would other people think?

"And as another little present, I wish you to be pierced...here," Lydia remarked, touching Zoe's nipples, "and, of course, here!" The second touch was on Zoe's pussy lips and she felt her throat go dry with fear.

"But I hate needles, mistress," Zoe murmured forlornly, fighting back tears at the thought of her body being stabbed by the sharp little pins.

"I know that, slave. You told me and I do not forget what my slaves hate as proof of their dedication is to make them confront those things! So I wish you to get pierced then I am going to hang little gold rings through each pierced labia and padlock them together. Then you will realise that you are completely owned by me, won't you? The collar will also remind you whenever you look in the mirror, won't it? In fact, once I have finished arranging things here, I am going to go and start on working the gold into the right shape for the necklace you designed. Creating the letters is going to be a challenge as I don't wish to make it too weak or it might break."

Zoe dangled uncomfortably from her cuffed ankles, part of her mind wondering what Lydia was going to do with her that evening while the rest concentrated on the future threat of being pierced. Should she refuse? Would that end their relationship? Fear made her want to say no but the deep desire to please her mistress in everything that she did meant that Zoe also wanted to suffer the agony of being pierced and then padlocked. She stifled a sob as she realised that she could not let her mistress down. Zoe had committed fully to being Lydia's slave and that meant the other woman had the right to do as she wished with her body.

Just as she was now, thought Zoe suddenly, mind distracted as Lydia picked up a thick candle and twirled it round in her fingers as she added some lubrication from a small bottle. Expertly, Lydia worked the candle into her slave's pussy, teasing the plump labia open fully then easing the wax cylinder deeper and deeper into Zoe's tightness until only a couple of inches remained outside. Zoe sighed with pleasure as she was filled by the candle and her clit throbbed in desire. Puzzled for a few moments, she saw Lydia pick up another candle, one slightly smaller in girth and curved rather than straight, and again lubricate it. Lydia spun Zoe round and pushed the thick end of the wax against Zoe's tiny bottom hole and she squealed as she realised where it was going. Despite her protests, Zoe found that she started to relish the strange feeling as the candle slid ever deeper into her anus until it was well and truly lodged there while the curvature brought the thin wick into view between her thighs.

"Please don't, mistress," pleaded Zoe, voice high-pitched in fear as Lydia picked up a matchbox.

"For that I will, leave you here even longer, slave," responded Lydia sternly as she struck the match and waited for the flame to burgeon into life. She touched the orange flicker to each wick and Zoe stared up in absolute horror and terror as she waited for the wax to melt. "I shall return eventually, slave girl. Until then, feel free to squirm and squeal and scream because nobody will be coming to rescue you!" Lydia laughed then gave Zoe's dangling body a hard push before she blew out the match and walked out of the play room, leaving her submissive to suffer.

It was about half a minute of agonised waiting before the first dribble of wax ran down the side of the candle in Zoe's pussy. The pain sliced into her as the hot liquid touched her soft labia and she jerked, making her body swing even more. A fraction of a second later and another droplet hit her inner thigh and she squealed loudly, helpless to prevent the burning pain that shot through her senses and exploded in her mind. Each time that a droplet flashed onto her flesh, Zoe twitched or jerked and those movements made things worse as they dislodged more wax. Despite knowing that, she still could not stop her body reacting. The curved candle started to drop hot globules onto her skin too, striking the sensitive area of her perineum or running down the outside and scorching the stretched whorl of her anal entrance. Her voice rose in a mindless squeal of anguish as the burning agony rose up through her body and every nerve ending seemed to be on fire.

Time lost all meaning for Zoe as she swung there, dangling from her cuffed ankles. Every fraction of a second, the wax dropped on a sensitive part of her pussy or anus and she could only endure until, surprising herself once more, she felt the first stirrings of pleasure as heat insinuated itself deep in her pussy. She longed to be able to reach up and touch herself but that was impossible with her hands cuffed too and so she could only try and control the sweetness of the agony as it flowed through her senses in wave after wave of torment. Gradually, the sharp sting died down as the fresh wax trickled down onto parts of her body already covered by whiteness and Zoe was left with the deep burning heat instead although occasionally an untouched part of her would be struck and she would squeal and start swinging wildly once more.

Lydia walked in and stood there watching Zoe for a while before her slave even noticed her. Zoe's pale eyes were screwed tight shut and so she only realised that her mistress had come back when she was sent swinging through the air once again with a hard push on her bottom. Wax tipped out and went spraying across her thighs and stomach and she hissed out in pain then did so once more as Lydia brought her to an abrupt and jarring halt.

"Shame to waste this nice hot wax, slave, isn't it?" remarked Lydia, pulling the candle out of Zoe's pussy and staring at the liquid contents. Then, before Zoe could react, she tipped it and sent a stream of shining silvery-white pain into the gaping, moist slit. Zoe's scream threatened to burst her eardrums as the white-hot pain rushed into her wetness and her whole body contorted, pulling wildly against the tethering cuffs. Even as the agony continued to flood through her, Lydia reached down and pressed the pad of her thumb against her slave's throbbing bud and Zoe came instantly, desire rushing through her.

Another climax followed as the wax cylinder in her anus was pulled out and then the remaining liquid was carefully poured into her stretched bottom hole and along her perineum while her mistress' thumb stroked and rolled gently over the tortured girl's clitoris. This time though, Lydia sensed her slave's incipient climax and pulled her thumb away at the last minute before she started to remove some of the congealed wax, pulling it sharply away and making Zoe cry out as tiny pubic hairs were removed with it. After a few bits had been ripped off, Lydia returned to stroking Zoe's pulsing bud and once again brought her swiftly to the point of desire before teasingly taking her thumb away and removing more wax instead. Lydia kept tormenting her submissive in the same way, alternating between playing with her pussy and ripping away solidified wax while Zoe squealed and moaned as she hung helplessly upside down. Finally, when the last piece of wax had been removed, Lydia kept her thumb in place and allowed her slave to come, feeling the ripples of pleasure shiver through her own flesh as well while Zoe groaned out in ecstasy.