Jackie found herself on her hands and knees with all four fingers of his left hand deep in her vagina. The index finger of His right hand was rhythmically thrusting in and out of her ass.
Two hours earlier she was still undecided. The confrontation they had had was stupid and she knew she was at fault. Why she had become so upset when He had to finish their last phone conversation abruptly she still couldn't fathom. The feelings that had welled up through her body to invest her mind were inappropriate and not recognizably submissive at all, at least in her as yet incomplete enlightenment. She had no right to feel jealous, no reason to consider herself threatened, but even with the continual reinforcement He fostered of her true position and standing human emotions could tear at her psyche with overwhelmingly destructive force. Certainly her being in the midst of menstruation hadn't helped, her nerves were jangling under the bombardment from the flow of hormones and she knew that given an excuse she could flair into violent and extreme reactions. The scariest thing had been His reaction, total calm and understanding. That in itself was a frustration beyond measure. To be directed like a marionette by her own seemingly uncontrollable passions and have Him be as unaffected as a Buddha was desolating.
The text she received was neither forgiving nor conciliatory. Simply put it stated her new bodice was ready for fitting and she should call at her convenience. No reference to her foolishness, no mention of punishment, no suggestion of fault. She was perplexed and disorientated. Always He managed to get her on the back foot and it was perhaps that more than anything that wrapped her comfortingly tighter and tighter in the skein of His ropes.
The smile that greeted her on arrival calmed her nerves. No hint of anger or displeasure in any way, it as if the incident had been erased from existence.
"First things first, we need to fit the bodice."
Without a thought jackie reached behind her neck and allowed her halter top to fall to her waist. As always He was totally unmoved at her nakedness.
"You seem to have caught some sun on your arms."
His eyes passed over her flesh with an ease that was disconcerting. Most men in this situation would be compelled by natural instinct to focus on her large pierced orbs but He always seemed totally immune to any seduction by flesh.
"Slip this on and let us see what we can do."
The red patent bodice cupped her breasts perfectly in its web.
"I seem to have been a little under generous with the back strap."
His fingers fought to adjust the strap without success. His hands felt like fiery torches as they passed over her back and she knew she was getting extraordinarily wet.
"I am going to have to redo that entirely. Won't take but a few moments. Lets get the nipple chains cut to length first though."
The chains that stretched across her breasts to the rings designed to enclose her nipples felt momentarily cold till tension made them press hard into her flesh. They instantly turned to burning strands of pleasure.
"The rings seem to accept your nipple studs quite nicely."
Her knees weakened as His fingers adjusted the positioning of her pierced hard nubs. Quick snips of His cutters removed any excess chain links and just momentarily she wished they were biting into her wanton flesh instead. She was now dripping onto her pant crotch quite freely.
"Ease yourself out and I will replace the back strap and tighten all the rivets."
Jackie sat and watched as He immediately went into craftsman mode. His hands reached for tools with knowing eyes always coming up with exactly the one needed like a surgeon with instruments placed for his access. In what seemed like a moment the task was complete and He turned back to face her. She sighed, the sight of His hard buttocks flexing and relaxing as He worked had been a very pleasant interlude.
"This should be much better."
The bodice fitted perfectly and she felt happily enclosed.
"Keep it on while you manicure My feet. Let's see how it works in action."
Retrieving her manicure box jackie placed a towel on the floor in front of His chair.
"Sit down and relax while I get some water please."
Returning with the full foot bath and another towel jackie squatted happily in front of His reclining form. She was in service mode, comfortable, at peace and looking forward to the contact with His naked skin she was to be allowed. She was very proud of her skills and focused her mind on the task fully. His feet were a work in progress to her, something she alone did for Him and a task she found rewarding beyond imagination. That He trusted her was a great joy, that He praised her for the effort exhilarating, that she pleased Him everything.
