Elisabeth Dowling was well known. She had a talent for litigation, which revolved about her ability to sink her immaculately done nails into her victims, holding them immobile while she sank her fangs into the jugular. She looked the part too, well tailored pinstriped suits, thick high heels, (which made her 5’10” height even more imposing) silk blouses, and a look that was like a death ray. She could be disarmingly charming, as she set her victim up for the kill, and then she pounced, leaving only mangled remains. She was good.
She also had a secret. For months she had been seeing a local doctor of Sports Medicine, who had made her his submissive. If anyone could have done it, it was Joseph Weinstadt. He too was imposing, going 6’3” and keeping in shape via a local gym. He was also cold, like other orthopedic surgeons, he had all the warmth of a dead lab frog. The first time I had seen them play, he was busy inserting pins into her breasts, and afterwards, she reverted to her standard bitch goddess persona, not noticing anyone below her. I was one of these.
I had just broken into domination after years as a sub, and was enjoying myself immensely, having acquired a male TV who delighted in being dressed and serving my every need. I dommed others on occasion just for fun, and had acquired a certain reputation. How does all of this come into play? I was present when Elisabeth made a very big mistake. She and the good doctor had been dining at an upscale resteraunt, when she had one too many drinks, and had gotten into an argument with the good doctor, culminating in her slapping him, and stomping out of the establishment. I was sitting at the bar, and saw it all. As he passed out by the bar, the good doctor, paused to greet me and said that he might have use for my talents, and would I be amenable to discuss this in detail the following Thursday? I smoothly agreed and we met at a pub, where he laid out his plan.
Elisabeth had called him the next morning and had been very contrite, and Dr. Weinstadt had assured her that she would be given the opportunity to show her true contrition. This is where I came in. Elisabeth had never subbed to a woman, and indeed viewed most of her sex with contempt. I was to change that. We talked for awhile, and decided on a course of action that would get her attention in a most dramatic way. He was to bring her to me for her punishment, which was to include, (unbeknownst to her) the piercing of her nipples and clit. She was kept unaware of what was to happen, other than I would be seeing to her correction. The good doctor saw to it that she got a heavy dosage of antibiotics the previous week, to keep down the risk of infection.
The Saturday evening finally arrived, and I had my slave dress me in my leather corset, and then help me with my boots, which were a part of my reward for aiding in the comeuppance of Ms Dowling. They were simply exquisite. Black leather, polished to a high sheen, they reach all the way up my legs and continue up the side of my hips where they loop over a Custom belt that rests over my corseted hips. My slave loved them, and had spent all day polishing them. Drawing on my gloves, as he fastened my ankle length leather skirt, I allowed him to put a final touch up on the toes with his tongue. I then went to the freezer and drew out the centerpiece for tonight’s activities. A Water bra that I had carefully frozen over the past two days. I had filled it, and allowed it to dry, then smeared Vaseline in the cups, and inserted a pair of slaves’ old breast forms into them. I carefully had laid it all out on the top of the cold meat in the freezer, and left it for two days. It was good that I had my gloves on, for I believe I could have gotten frostbite by handling the bra if I hadn’t. I took it and my crop and cat out to the car, putting them in the trunk, so that the frosty air would keep them cold, kissed slave, told him not to wait up, and drove to the Doctor’s clinic. During the drive, I thought with some annoyance that it would have been better had my period not started last night, but the more I though about it, the more it fit, and when that Silly beer commercial ditty came on, I laughed out loud as I substituted the Lyrics. Elisabeth, I thought, “This blood’s for Yoooouuuuu!”
Using a key I had been given, I entered through a discreet door, and proceeded to the Physical Therapy room, where the games would begin. I laid out my toys on an examination table, and went to let in Lenny, the professional piercing artist in, where I filled him in on the festivities to take place. He went to work immediately, taking his needles, and the three 10 gauge rings, and placing them in the autoclave, along with a pair of Pennington Forceps. By this time it was Eight O’clock, and Doctor Weinstadt and Elisabeth had arrived. She had on a trench coat and high spiked heels that were locked on. When the doctor removed the coat, I and Lenny saw that she was wearing a prisoner’s chain belt with a pair of handcuffs, that kept her bound with her arms in front, and a stainless steel collar, and nothing else. If this bitch could blush, she gave a very good imitation of it when the coat was removed. Part of the reason Doctor Weinstadt had chosen me was because Elisabeth had never submitted to a woman, and Lenny only added to her embarrassment. Come to think of it, since she was bare-assed, she had good reason to be embarrassed. The doctor released her and I directed her to the examination table, and told her to put on the bra, she seemed grateful until she touched it, then her mouth and eyes flew wide open. I told her to hurry since we didn’t have all night to wait for her.
