Author's note:
First: THANK YOU for the lovely response to chapter one. The positive feedback -- comments, emails and votes -- really made me feel good and I'm truly grateful. This is the second of probably four chapters describing a consensual and affirming D/s relationship between two fictional adult women. Chapter two is written from Ashley's perspective, and Kara's perspective returns again in chapter three. I hope you enjoy the story, and thank you again for reading.
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"Okay, hold still," Miss Kara said as she carefully slid the mouth of the wire cutters over the steel septum ring.
Ashley took a breath and slowly released it. Her Governess had a gentle touch and was careful not to pull or twist the ring as she got the cutters into position -- a big change from the horrible jerking and tugging the inside of her nose had endured from Master Chad and his friends. They would clip a dog leash to the septum ring and use it to lead her around as she crawled behind them, making her eyes water badly from the pain.
Although...he wasn't 'Master' Chad anymore, Ashley corrected herself. Just Chad now.
"One...two...three," Miss Kara counted, then squeezed the handle of the wire cutters. There was a brief pause, then a 'click' as the ring broke. There was no pain, not even a little! Her new owner took a few moments to disinfect the open ends of the ring and make sure there were no jagged parts that would cut the inside of her nose, then smoothly removed the metal.
"And that's the last of them," she said, giving Ashley a smile that caused her heart to beat faster and made her smile back without even thinking about it.
"Oh, thank you, Miss. Can I see?"
Miss Kara sat down on the bed and nodded in the direction of the full length mirror propped up on the floor of Ashley's room. Well, it wasn't really HER room -- it was the guest room. But her Governess was kind enough to let her stay there rent-free.
Ashley stared at her reflection, amazed by the difference. Without the thick ring hanging out of her nose, her face looked totally different. Her green eyes stood out more now that the ring wasn't there to steal attention away from them. She'd always liked her eyes. Miss Kara did too -- she said so often.
She stepped back and looked down her body. Her nipple rings were gone now, too, and she couldn't see the holes unless she bent her head down and looked closely. She didn't have great boobs; they were too small and her nipples weren't very long or thick. But at least now no one would be using her nipple rings like handles to pull her around or force her to her knees to give blowjobs. Not that Miss Kara would ever do that.
The navel ring was gone too, along with the chain and engraved dog tag that had dangled from it. One side said 'owned slut -- please return if found' and the other side had Chad's phone number. Her Governess had thrown it in the garbage as soon as she'd snipped the ring off.
And just like that, her piercings were gone! Ashley ran her hands over her bare skin as though feeling it for the first time. She could see her owner in the mirror reflection watching her and smiling. It felt a little weird to be only wearing panties in front of another woman, especially one she'd only known for a couple of weeks. But it wasn't TOO weird, especially now that all the rings were off.
Miss Kara owned her, so of course it was okay for her to see Ashley's body whenever she wanted. Plus, her Governess was the one who had paid for the panties, so it made sense that she should be able to look at them.
Her eyes dropped to the black 'Fucktoy' tattoo peeking above her panty waistband and she sighed to herself. She remembered how painful and humiliating it had been to sit on a towel in the reclining chair, bare below the waist, as a middle-aged man bent over her shaved slit and jabbed it with the needle over and over again for two hours. She hadn't even wanted the tattoo, but the rules were she had to do whatever Master Chad said.
Her new owner had different rules: the Five Principles. Obedience, Submission, Openness, Diligence and Honesty. Ashley repeated them to herself at night when she drifted off to sleep, and the few times Miss Kara had quizzed her she'd been able to repeat them without stumbling.
She tried to use them in her daily life too, whenever she got the chance. She was good at Obedience, Diligence and Honesty -- she always got those right. Openness was tricky but Ashley was working hard to learn everything her owner was trying to teach her -- not just the physical things like foot massages but the mental things too, like speaking up if she didn't like something. That one was difficult and still kind of scary. Slaves weren't supposed to give their owners any back-talk, a lesson Chad had painfully taught her many times.
'Submission' was the one Principle that Ashley hadn't figured out yet. It was the same as Obedience, wasn't it? If she did everything she was told, that was basically submission, right? But then why had Miss Kara made them two separate Principles?
There was no way that had been an accident -- her Governess was super-smart and knew all about this stuff from her Master, who had just died. But if Obedience and Submission were different, HOW were they different?
Normally she could have asked Miss Kara about it, but it was too late now, more than a week after the ceremony. It would make her look bad to have waited this long before asking, and her Governess would think she hadn't been paying attention. Ashley was determined to figure it out on her own, somehow.
"Well, what do you think?" Miss Kara asked from behind her. Ashley realized she'd been standing in front of the mirror for a long time without talking and silently cursed herself. It was bad for a slave to be inattentive. Master Chad would have given her a session with the crop, but her Governess didn't hit her, not even when she messed up. Somehow, that made Ashley MORE determined to please her, although she couldn't figure out why that should be.
She turned and knelt in front of her owner who was still sitting on the mattress. The hardwood floor was painful on her knees but she ignored it.
"I'm really grateful, Miss. Thank you so much. I feel better with the rings off."
Miss Kara reached down and stroked Ashley's cheek with her fingertips. It gave her a tingly feeling and made her forget about the pain in her knees.
"I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Byron to get those tattoos checked out. The lady on the phone said plain black lettering would be easy to remove."
To think she might someday be free of those gross tattoos! She'd given up hope after Chad told her they were permanent, and that she'd spend her whole life marked as his property, as a 'fucktoy' and an 'anal whore'. She didn't even like anal but he'd forced her to get the tattoo as a punishment.
She felt tears come to her eyes and she tried to hold them in. "Oh, wow. That's...beyond amazing. Whatever it costs I promise I'll pay you back double."
Miss Kara chuckled and continued to caress her cheek. "Let's have the appointment and go from there. Regardless, you won't be paying me back double -- that wouldn't be fair."
Ashley did cry then, letting the tears roll down her cheeks and sniffling quietly. Miss Kara was incredible. She was like an angel, only a hundred times better.
With every day that passed, Ashley got more determined to become the slave girl her Governess deserved.
After all, Miss Kara had saved her life not just once, but twice! The first time, she'd stopped breathing and almost died at a bondage show and her now-owner did first aid and brought her back to life. The second time, she'd run away from Chad in the middle of the night and probably would have frozen to death if Miss Kara hadn't come to get her. How could she even begin to repay something like that?
Her Governess had bought her clothes and gave her a warm place to sleep -- all for free. Ashley felt bad about that part, and was determined to find a way to pay back all the money. At least she was doing all the household chores so she wasn't a total leech.
One way or another, she'd find a way to pay the life debt she owed to Miss Kara.
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The next day, in the afternoon, Ashley was in her room getting ready for her first full-body massage lesson. She and her owner had just come back from a quick appointment so the doctor could see how hard her tattoos would be to remove.
It had been humiliating to pull down her yoga pants and panties to show the doctor her obscene tattoos, but he was a doctor after all, so he'd probably seen all sorts of stuff like that before. And after three years with Chad, she was used to being humiliated, so showing the doctor had just been one more thing to endure.
"Two thousand dollars per tattoo! I didn't think if would cost so much," Ashley said, sliding her pants down to her ankles and stepping out of them. It still felt a little embarrassing to strip in front of her Governess but not as much as before. Miss Kara had seen the tattoos already and didn't seem grossed out by them.
Over by the bed, Miss Kara was removing the down comforter and laying a huge, plush white towel over the sheets.
Ashley still felt awfully stupid for crying over her tattoos the first time and ruining the first full-body massage lesson. But her owner didn't seem to mind at all, and had hugged Ashley tight for a long time, stroking her hair and face and saying nice things until she got a grip on herself.
She liked being touched by the other woman -- even being kissed on the cheek had felt good and not weird at all. Ashley had never been too attracted to girls, but Miss Kara was no ordinary girl.
"I was a little shocked myself. It's a lot of money," Miss Kara agreed, then patted the towel-covered mattress.
Ashley stripped off her top and bra and lay face-down on the bed. Her owner covered the lower half of Ashley's naked body with another soft, white towel.
"Yeah, and six months per tattoo," Ashley said, then sighed. "I guess I'll have them for a while longer."
She cursed herself for complaining -- she should be happy they could be removed at all!
"Okay, same as with the foot massage, if something feels uncomfortable, tell me to stop. There shouldn't be any pain at all."
"Yes, Miss." Ashley felt excited for the beginning of the massage. Her owner's hands felt so good.
Miss Kara took a few moments to sweep the hair away from Ashley's neck, and after a brief pause Ashley felt warm, oily hands at the base of her skull, lightly pinching and kneading the muscles there. The hands slowly worked their way down to her shoulders, then back up again. The feeling was hot and tingly and soothing and she felt her muscles relax. No one had ever touched her this way. It felt sexy to surrender to Miss Kara's hands, just letting her do whatever she pleased.
