Chapter 8
Healing
We spent the night in the hospital, basically for observation. Cindy was clinging to me like a vine. She had just seen her worst fears almost come true and her mind, as well as her heart, was about to snap in two. I held her in my arms all night long, but even then every few hours I could feel her sobbing against my chest.
The next day we went back to the hotel and I called a meeting of my legal team. I told them that I would be out of New Orleans within a week and if the deal wasn't finished by then, we would just have to complete it via FedEx. I worked with a friend of mine, who also happened to be a travel agent, and ask him to find me a villa someplace in the Caribbean, beautiful views, great food and a very laid-back atmosphere.
He came up with this fantastic looking place in St. Bartholomew or St. Bart's for short. The villa sat on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean, had expansive decks, an infinity pool and steps going down to the beach. I had been to St. Bart's before, so I knew it as the very liberal and forgiving French island it is. It sounded like this could be the answer to her prayers.
I also spend the next week with police and prosecutor interviews. I kept Cindy out of it as much as I could. She was a witness and had to be interviewed, but I had some of my lawyers be in there with her. In the end, they concluded that the old woman tried to shoot me for trying to sell my company and I had succeeded in keeping Cindy out of it.
Seven days after the shooting, Cindy and I left for St. Bart's and the plan was to stay there for at least six weeks. St. Bart's is like taking a section of Paris and dropping it in the Caribbean. It's a unique place that's perfect for healing Cindy and me.
The first week we were there we spent most of the time resting in each other's arms, making love and we both spent a lot of time exercising and getting us both back in shape. Cindy even started to learn how to surf and believe me if you haven't seen a topless goddess surfing you haven't seen anything. I have to admit watching Cindy surf topless or in the nude elevated the sport of surfing to a whole new level.
We had a French chef at the villa and the meals were fabulous and everything about that idyllic 1st week was fabulous. But it seemed that Cindy wasn't making the kind of progress I had hoped for. Every time I saw her look at or touch the scarring on my side, her eyes teared or she broke down crying altogether. I think I needed to reassert her bondage.
So one day we went into town and found a jeweler and had him make some very specialized bracelets for Cindy's wrists and ankles. There were about 2 inches wide and had locking rings as well as a concealed chain. Cindy's face lit up when I locked the bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and when she looked at me, I could once again see that look of unquestioning devotion. I could tell this was going to be the right thing for Cindy's healing, but it was also going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
For the next few days I didn't do anything too exotic, but I did have her walk around with her hands cuffed behind her. Sometimes I had her cuffed topless, sometimes completely nude and sometimes dressed provocatively. The more I bound her, displayed her and showed everyone that she belongs to me, the more she seemed to forget about all the bad that had happened.
She was starting to heal, but I needed to keep moving forward with this highly unusual therapy. I decided to take Cindy for a very specialized shopping trip. It was a very specialized leather shop in a dark corner of St. Bart's. I spotted this particular shop when we were looking for the jeweler. I realized they specialized in very sexy and exotic leather outfits; many could also be construed as bondage outfits.
The day of the shopping trip I dressed Cindy in a very small tube top that was slightly wider than her aureoles and kept much of the top and bottom of her breasts exposed. I gave her a very small miniskirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass. She had some small flat sandals to walk in and of course she had her bondage bracelets and anklets, but the crowning touch was her collar around her neck to which I attached a leash.
The store was about eight blocks away so I locked her hands behind her and my Pet and I walked to the store. With her arms locked behind, Cindy's astounding breasts threatened any minute to explode out of her tube top and being so exposed had her nipples hard enough to rip holes in the top. Her tiny waist and muscled flat belly only seemed to make her breasts much more prominent.
By the time we reached the store, Cindy was breathing so hard but I don't think this has anything to do with exertion. Every time somebody stopped to ogle her as we walked by she would quiver, get a little more turned on and breathe a little harder; I could see lust starting to burn in her eyes. As we entered the shop, I greeted the owner and he closed the door and started to pull the curtains close.
"No," I said, "Let's leave everything open."
Cindy looked at me with desire showing plainly on her face and shivered. I took off her leash, unlocked her hands from behind her back and told her to undress. She quickly removed her top and skirt in the middle of the shop waiting patiently for my next command, as she stood there, her unbelievable beauty and unwavering trust once again made me realize just what a special sub she really is.
I reached over and locked her hands into chains hanging from the ceiling and then spread her legs and locked her ankles to chains bolted to floor. Anyone walking by the shop could see her alluring naked beauty on display; I could see the impact this knowledge had on Cindy. Her breasts were heaving and she was trying to catch her breath and her nipples puckered into hard pleading knots, her pussy lips were swollen and gleaming in the sunlight with her juices.
Her eyes were telling me that she loved every minute of this, but as she licked lips and then began to nibble on her lower lip I knew she wanted more. She wanted me to take her right here in the shop with everyone watching. I walked over to stand in front of her as she looked up at me I bent down to kiss those delectable lips and palmed her breasts in my hands. As I pulled back from the kiss I said, "I know what you want, my vixen Pet, but you will have to wait."
The owner, Mr. Ricardo, began to measure every piece of Cindy and started running the tape measure over her skin taking various measurements and writing them down. The more he rubbed his tape measure over her skin, the more her body shivered and the more excited she became. Her breasts were wobbling with the exertion of her heavy breathing and her pussy was absolutely dripping with her musk permeating the room.
I told him I wanted several types of tops from small aureole covering bikini top, small vests with center ties, tops with keyholes and back less and finally a couple of open chain mail top that would only accentuated her breasts and display her nipples. Mr. Ricardo also had a suggestion on a similar rhinestone top, it was strings of rhinestones loosely tied together and he said would display and draw attention to those perfect breasts. I took his suggestion, ordering one of those as well.
I wanted several different styles for the bottom of her outfits. Micro and miniskirts, short shorts, micro shorts, leather thongs and g-strings all with easy exits. I made sure Mr. Ricardo understood that all skirts, shorts, underwear and pants all allowed me free access to my pet. I wanted a waist and a full corset that has tightening lace ups and again easy exits. Cindy has such a tiny waist that I didn't know if we would ever use the corsets and besides I prefer that tiny muscled belly to be exposed for everyone to see.
I wanted several dresses with unique designs that showed Cindy in an unbelievably sexy light, along these lines I thought of two the ideas one was just a series of leather straps and the other was what they call a shred dress. A shred dress is basically a dress with slashes through it showing the skin underneath, the amount of skin is determined by how close the slashes are together, how many of them there are and how much is the dress they encompass. I thought we could do the same thing with a series of leather strings that create a very titillating dress with lots of skin, breasts and nipples peeking through.
Lastly I wanted some things that Cindy could wear in mixed company, lace up leather pants, leather tops, skirts and dresses. But I wanted them all to be short formfitting and also display Cindy as the beautiful sexy lady she is. I added in a long leather overcoat and a leather cape.
For the next two hours Mr. Ricardo hurried back and forth showing the different designs and items on Cindy. When he would rub some leather against her skin Cindy would catch her breath and sometimes moan, but as he left to try the next item she would calm down only to be brought back to the edge with the next series of fittings. So, the two hours were pure torture for Cindy with constant titillation. Every once in a while somebody would walk by the shop and this would further escalate Cindy's arousal.
By the end of the two hours Cindy was a quivering basket case of sexual need. Towards the end of the two hours, Cindy pinned me with her smoke-filled eyes and whispered, "Please master, end this torture ... please take me and show everyone who I belong to."
I walked over to her took one of her nipples in my mouth and pressed between my tongue and teeth and at the same time I slid a finger into her succulent cunt. She sucked in deep breath pushing her nipple deeper into my mouth and screamed.
"OOOHH MA ... MASTER IM GOIN TO CUM ... OH GOD MASTER ... LET ME CUM ... CANT STOP"
"You can't cum yet, my Pet ... wait."
I pulled my finger out of her as her eyes began to focus on me again I put the finger in my mouth and sucked on it and said, "You taste delicious, my pet."
Her whole body shuddered and she whispered breathlessly, "Plleeaassee master, please I need you in me. Please, my loving master."
Realizing that Mr. Ricardo was still around, I asked him if he could take a 30-minute break. As he was closing the door, I fed my cock into my Pet's hungry pussy. And when I finally gave her permission to cum, she exploded into an orgasm and lasted until I shot my cum inside her 10 minutes later. She was a breathtaking sight, chained naked in the middle of the tailor shop writhing in sexual ecstasy with her master pummeling his cock into her.
When I finally pulled out of her sweaty body, she quivered with the strain of cumming as my cock pounded into her cunt while standing. Her beautiful face was a mask of contentment and exhausted ecstasy and I could see the look of complete, unwavering and boundless love as her eyes pinned me.
