This is the twenty-sixth installment of
Mrs. Hart's Ache
Chapter XVII Post-piercing play
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Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar.
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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.
James Mark Masterson.
Just your typical teenager. Smart... sexy... sophisticated... and always horny. With the time and bank to do pretty much what he wants to do.
And to do who he wants to do.
Oh Mrs Hart! Just what have you done now!?
Veronica appears to be less than overjoyed with her new jewelry. Despite repeated warnings, she demonstrates her displeasure. Bad move dear.
So while Mrs Hart gets some remedial education courtesy of Mistress Gwendolyn, James and the gang relax.
And, as usual, Mr Snake is sniffing fresh pussy...
Happy Reading.
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XVII Post-piercing play
'...
Deal with it Mrs Hart. Or don't. It's gonna happen anyway
...'
Veronica was uncharacteristically subdued when Mistress Saundra and I released her from the examination table. I think that she'd had too many shocks in too little time. Her only comment when Saundra unbuckled the ballgag was a croaked, "Thank you..." she swallowed then added "...Mistress Saundra." Her hesitation had more to do with a dry mouth than any reluctance to pronounce the title.
That Saundra had her quirt looped around one wrist again probably had little to do with it.
Personally, I think Mrs Hart decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She was desperate to leave the confines of that dungeon with her ass intact. She assumed that the tenderness she was feeling from being pierced four times in one sitting was quite enough.
As usual, she assumed wrong. Mistress Gwendolyn had yet to receive her thanks, and knowing Veronica, she was bound to screw that up somehow.
Saundra nodded imperiously, then stalked out of the room. Veronica turned toward the screen to get dressed, but I stood blocking her way. I gestured toward the door. Veronica's face fell, but I remained unmoved.
"You have a couple of tasks to complete before we leave, the first of which is to thank Mistress Gwendolyn for the use of her facilities. For that, you need to be properly arrayed. You've seen how she prefers submissives to be dressed while in her dungeon. It's time to don your harness, lest she take offense. And you don't want to meet Mistress Gwendolyn when she's pissed. Trust me."
Mrs Hart had regained a bit of her personality once freed of the table. Her color was high; her eyes flashing again. But the thought of enduring a session with a pissed off Mistress made her bite back any argument. That and I think she was a little bit afraid of what I might do too. Finally.
Her ultimate goal was to get the hell out of Dodge as quickly as possible, with as much of her skin and dignity attached as possible under the circumstances. She appeared to remember that at the last second. Rather than say that which was so obviously on her mind, she squared her shoulders, dropped her eyes and nodded. The flush on her face demonstrated the effort it had taken. She didn't see the brief smile that twitched across my lips at her capitulation.
She stood passively, but vibrating with fury, fear – and if the truth be told – at least a little bit of excitement as I buckled the thick collar around her neck, then secured her wrists in the cuffs. She bit her lip and gave a quickly suppressed moan when I tightened the strap, lifting her wrists higher. When her back was arched to my satisfaction, I buckled the strap in place, then turned her to face me. She didn't like it, but submitted quietly as I checked her oil. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as my finger pressed through the folds of her sex, then out.
Mrs Hart was wet again.
She looked fabulous in her new jewelry, particularly as she was naked but for the thick leather collar with her arms cuffed high behind her back. She shifted, widening her stance at my gesture. With her arms pulled up and the collar tight around her throat, her back was bowed slightly and her head held high. Her heavy breasts were pulled up, jutting from her chest. Her bare nipples stood tall and crinkled cherry, both from the influence of the rings dangling and the terror and excitement of the moment.
The muscles of her belly tightened under my gaze. The dangles danced from the sapphire tear covering her navel. Below, centered about her hairless vulva, three beads and the ring twinkled in the light, all framing the delicate flesh over her clit.
I stepped close to brush a fingertip over the silver ball centered upon her clit. Veronica shivered. Her cheeks flushed anew. Her eyes remained lowered, but I could see them widened with surprise at the sensation. Once the wounds healed and the soreness disappeared, there was no doubt that Mrs Hart would quite enjoy the effects of her piercings. Veronica was definitely gooey.
As much as I wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her senseless, I resisted the temptation. Mr Snake was not pleased, but the last thing either of us needed was for Mrs Hart's piercings to become infected.
Neither did Veronica herself.
Saundra had a little bag of goodies prepared for her, including antibacterial soap, sterile saline solution and a set of instructions for the care and treatment of the piercings. I knew that Saundra had already placed the bag in my car.
Mrs Hart shivered again when I fastened a leash to her collar. Humiliation flashed upon her face; anger too. But she maintained her silence. She seemed to realize that nothing good could come from a show of defiance when standing in a dungeon naked with her arms cuffed behind her back. Smart girl.
Finally.
I turned away that she wouldn't see the smile twitching my lips. I looked her over again, then gave her a last warning.
"Be nice now, Mrs Hart. Remember: though you have a sharp tongue, Mistress Gwendolyn has no use for a visitor to her domain that doesn't know his or her place, and she's the one carrying the whip. As you can imagine, she knows well how to use it too. If she wants something, give it to her, and give it to her fast. Without the hesitation and/or histrionics that you give me."
I nodded toward the door. "Head up. Shoulders back. Be humble, as difficult as that may be for you. Now come. Let's show Mistress Gwendolyn your new jewelry, and be sure to thank her too."
Veronica loathed to be ordered to do anything, let alone to display herself dressed – pardon me, undressed – as she was. Particularly since I had the handle of the leash in my hand following her through the door.
The burst of applause sounding at her appearance startled her into looking up. All four women were there clapping. Tinkerbelle was as yet unrecognizable in her bondage hood. Wendy was clapping the loudest. I think the sight of her bitch of a boss naked and bound in a harness while displaying her various unwanted piercings made her very happy. She and Cassandra knelt on pillows at the feet of the two Mistresses, who sat at ease awaiting her entrance.
Their seats were more thrones than anything else: massive baroque chairs of dark, intricately carved wood with plush padded cushions and high, arched backs. A closer look revealed that the back, legs and arms were carved in the shape of men and women wearing bondage harnesses and very little else. The carvings were detailed and the details were very explicit.
Veronica was still embarrassed by the attention, but somehow pleased, almost preening. That is until she realized that the others were congratulating me and especially Saundra for Veronica's presentation and the exquisite nature of her adornments. Not unlike Eliza, Mrs Hart was getting no credit. She didn't like that. Tough shit Mrs Hart.
She liked it less when I led her up to Gwendolyn, who closely examined each of the piercings and proclaimed all the best aggregate that she had ever seen. With magnifying glass in hand, she fingered each jewel and the flesh surrounding it without any apparent regard for Veronica's modesty. One finger slipped through the divide of her vulva to gently lift the ring for better viewing.
Mrs Hart really didn't like that, though her areolae and nipples were bursting from her bare breasts, and her pussy was puffy before Gwendolyn sat back and laid the glass aside.
"
Exquis! Merveilleux! Simplement parfait!
" she exclaimed with delight. "Mistress Saundra, you have outdone yourself. Master James, your selection is simply perfect. And look, the engraving are there for all to see who would do so. There can be no mistake what this one is, nor to whom she belongs. If they could see it, all the members would be jealous of your taste. You must display it soon. I'm certain that I speak for Mistress Saundra when I say that we would be glad to accompany you, should you choose a formal unveiling of your collective work."
Mrs Hart had no idea of her meaning, but suspected that it meant nothing good for her. She was right. Veronica would be so not happy displaying her finery for one and all at the B&D club of which we three were all members.
Tough shit Veronica. I see a coming out party in the near future, with you as the featured performer. After all, there are plenty of ways to keep one's identity secret, even when one is, shall we say, formally undressed.
I smiled guilelessly. "I have an idea for that which we can discuss later. I'm sure that you both will approve. Let's leave it for now though. The idea needs some careful thought. Meanwhile, my 'baggage' has a few things to say to both of you."
Veronica stiffened, then gasped when I passed the handle of the leash to Gwendolyn. Oh she didn't like that. At all.
