My Life Ch 07 1

The heavy door knocker made a resounding, "clack" as it contacted the metal strike plate against the solid wood door. I slammed the knocker down three times and then stepped back to wait. A minute passed and the door opened. Miriam stepped into view and smiled when she looked at me. She wore a knee-length skirt and a fitted oxford shirt. Her black pumps added almost six inches to her already considerable height: hoop earrings and a link bracelet finished off her outfit.

Stunning was the only word that came to mind when I looked at her. She waved and smiled at my mother who was waiting in her car. We watched together as my mum drove down the long driveway and out of view. A feeling of apprehension coursed through me and I had to take several calming breaths. Miriam stepped to the side and motioned me in. I looked past her into the house and couldn't help but feel that I was walking into a lioness's lair. The only question was whether I was meant to eat or to be eaten.

Miriam closed the door behind me, "Welcome home... little Nymph."

I swallowed and let out a deep breath. Well, that answered one question, I thought. I returned a nervous smile, "Thank you, Mistress," I said, hoping my voice wouldn't shake any worse.

"Relax, little one," she said, motioning for me to follow. "I'm not going to bite you—yet," she looked back, a teasing grin transforming her features. "Let me show you where you'll be staying while you're with me."

I followed her up a winding staircase to the upper floor, we then went down a corridor with the tallest ceilings I'd ever seen. Beautiful paintings hung between dark walnut-stained doors and small sculptures decorated an occasional table as we walked. Miriam's heels clicked against the stone floor.

She stopped in front of a set of double doors and opened one side, "You will be staying in the master bedroom with me while you are here," she said as she stepped inside. My brow rose and my heart rate doubled as I followed her into the room.

The room was amazing! An enormous bed topped with a hundred small pillows was to the right, and a fireplace that was accessible from three sides separated it from a sitting area that was furnished with a darkly stained table and cushioned chairs. The wooden floor was covered in several large, foreign-looking throw rugs, the material looked soft.

"But won't your husband..." I stopped, unsure of how to finish my sentence.

Miriam gave me a seductive smile, "He has his place and I have mine," she said and then pointed toward the door, "You may leave your things on that chair while you're here. You won't be needing anything. I'll be providing everything you will need during your time with me."

I nodded and set my backpack with my clothes and toiletries on the chair, it looked oddly out of place against the ornately hand carved chair.

I turned around to walk back to her when she spoke, "All of your things, little one," she said firmly.

I paused, racing to think of what else she meant. The answer came the moment I saw her eyes look down at my body. She meant my clothes... make sure to please her, my mum had said. I knew my mum had no idea what Miriam's plans were, and if mum knew, she would never make me stay here. But would she believe me if I told her that Miriam meant to use me as her submissive? Yeah right. And, if I was being completely honest with myself, deep down, I was curious.

Mum had made me dress as if I was heading to work in an office, so I removed my skirt and blouse, carefully folded them and placed them on the chair. I slipped off my knickers and my unclipped my bra and pushed them inside of the big pocket in my bag. Finished, I walked back to Miriam.

"Very good," she said, causing a small ache deep inside my pussy, "I keep my home a little warmer so that you'll be comfortable like this. If, however, you are too cold in the mornings, you may wear a nighty and slippers. But it would please me to see you like this as much as possible in my home."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied obediently, my nipples betraying me and hardening as I stood there. Something Miriam didn't fail to notice.

"Hmmm, very nice," she cooed, touching each nipple gently. I shivered. "So sensitive," her smile widened, "I will give you a quick tour and then I do have work that needs to be done. I do plan on

using

you to your fullest. I hope you are up to the task, little one."

"I will do my best, Mistress," I said honestly, trying to keep my breathing calm.

"Good, because I think I can make this a very pleasurable experience for you. I promise that I will give more than I take, but I will be taking quite a lot," she explained, "and once your service comes to an end, and you return to school, you will at least know more about yourself. You will also have many of the answers to the questions you asked me at your boyfriend's house."

"Will I see Kyle when I'm here, can he come over?" I asked hopefully, thinking that he might be allowed to see me since they were good friends. It would be so much easier to see him here than when I was at home. Mum had told me that she and dad were going to make sure they were home when I was home so that we could have some quality '

family time'

together.

My short hope was dashed when she shook her head, "No, little Nymph. I am going to be selfish in my time with you, and you will be far too busy to have time for him. I've already spoken to him about this, so he's planning other ways to rendezvous with you when you're not here."

For the next hour, Miriam showed me around the spacious home, starting with the loo and the personal toiletries I was to use and including what cleaning duties I was to perform. I made a serious effort to remember all the details because I remembered the thwacks with the spoon Kyle had given me for simply being a few minutes late. I was fairly certain that Miriam wouldn't hesitate to do something similar, or even much worse.

At the end of the tour, Miriam led me into her office, and, of course, it was as lavish as the rest of the home. Her desk matched the rest of the wood in the house and several large computer monitors stood facing the chair. Miriam took her seat and motioned me to her side. I hesitantly made my way next to her, working to control my breathing as I went.

"I know a woman's vagina is nothing new to you, correct?" she asked.

I shrugged, uneasy with her attention, "Only with my roommate at school," I told her.

Miriam placed her fingers between my thighs and moved them up until they touched my sex.

"Yes, that's what I thought," she said, her smile growing more intense. Miriam turned her chair to face me and crossed her legs, "Kneel, little Nymph, we need to talk."

I did as instructed and knelt onto the throw rug, feeling a strong pulsing in my vagina.

"Jamiee," she began, her tone light and cheerful, "you got yourself into some serious trouble last week."

I nodded but kept silent. What could I say? I fucked up big time.

"And I had to spend a considerable amount of political capital in order to have all of the charges dropped. The prosecutor wanted to charge you with a dozen offenses: you tested positive for drugs, there were illegal drugs and firearms in the car you were in and both the driver and the other male passenger had several outstanding warrants for grand larceny. You were with some very unsavory characters, Jamiee."

I sighed and hung my head. What a fucking mess... why didn't I just stay home and watch a movie? "Do you know what will happen to Stephanie?" I asked

"She'll get off lighter than her companions, but she's probably looking at two years in jail, which she'll likely serve half with good behavior. Then she'll have another year or two of probation. But what will really hurt her will be the two felonies on her record. That's permanent. That will affect her for the rest of her life."

"I was so stupid," I said, "I didn't think—" I stopped myself and looked up, "thank you, Miriam, thank you so much for helping me out of that mess. I promise I will make it up to you."

Miriam's smile grew even wider, "Good girl, I know you will," she said happily, "but this arrangement isn't simply about paying me back, although that is part of it," Miriam sat back in her chair and brought her hand to her chin pensively, "You are almost a blank canvas to me, little Nymph."

A blank canvas... what was she on about?

"What do you want, little one? Where do you want life to take you?"

I thought for a long time on how to answer that question, "I don't know yet, but I like to write, so I've been thinking about doing something with writing."

"Good to know," Miriam noted, speaking slowly, thoughtfully, "I can probably teach you quite a bit on that topic, although the papers you would help me write aren't the most exciting, it would be a good exercise for you. But what I'm trying to decide is what do I really want to do with you... "

"You are so full of wonderful potential: but what to do with it... Do I transform you into a lesbian goddess—a cunnilingus master, or maybe a cocksucking whore who's addicted to the taste of cum," she paused in thought, "Or perhaps I whore you out to my friends—I have many friends."

"Mistress, I don't know—I mean, I'm not sure—" I sputtered nervously. Was she having me on? I dismissed that thought as soon as it came to me. No, this was Miriam Brandt. She was serious.

"—You have a sharp mind when you choose to use it, little one. So I want to make sure we make the most of that. I see two sides to you that we could develop together. First would be the overachieving student. You have several more years of education to get through so let's let our minds be settled on that matter. You will return to school each year until you present me a bachelor's degree in the subject of your choice."

I felt a small sense of relief when I heard that. Finishing my education had always been my goal—something that could have been completely derailed if Miriam hadn't pulled me from the fire.

"...second," she continued, "you will be the sexually insatiable slut," Miriam paused until I looked up and met her gaze, "You are already a very sensual person, little Nymph, so it would not take much to train that little body of yours to react to the simplest of commands. If anything I think I'll have to be careful not to go to far with you—it would be so very tempting."

A silence stretched as Miriam continued to look at me appraisingly. After several minutes I simply said, "I'm not sure what to say..."

Miriam shook her head as if rousing herself from a daydream, her smile returned, "We'll take this one step at a time," she began, "I will honor your safeword, but remember, Jillian Aimee Boyack, the charges I got dropped can easily be reinstated. Give yourself to me completely and I will make sure that doesn't happen. Serve me well and I will reward you nicely."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, intending to try as hard as I could to please '

my mistress'

. I repeated the word several times silently in my head. It had an erotic feeling to it that was difficult describe.

"I

am

your

Mistress

, little Nymph, and you will address me as such. Ma'am, you will reserve for your mother."

"Yes, Mistress," I corrected.

Miriam stood and motioned me to do the same. She ran her fingers once through my hair and then caressed my cheek, "We'll have time to play later, but first we must get you ready for your new role. My husband is waiting for you in his office. Please report there now," she had said please, but it didn't feel like I had an option. "I have several conference calls I'm afraid I have to be a part of, so when you're done, you will come back here and help me with a few tasks."

Feeling the dismissal, I nodded and left Miriam's office. It felt good to be by myself for a minute as I tried to remember how to get to John's office. I had known deep down that this is what Miriam's game would be, but I couldn't help but feel a touch of relief now that it was out in the open. Miriam was a woman that knew what she wanted, but it was interesting to hear that she hadn't decided what to do with me yet. Perhaps it wouldn't be too late to figure that out myself and maybe have some influence on that decision.

After several wrong turns and having to backtrack, I eventually found John's office and knocked on the door.

"Jamiee, it's so good to see you," he greeted me warmly, "please come in."

Doctor Brandt had an amazing bedside manner. I felt immediately comfortable with him, I realized as I entered into his office. He led me to the table and helped me to get situated, lifting my legs back into the stirrups but leaving me unrestrained.

He touched my pussy gently, "How have you been—any cramps—any discomfort?" he asked.

I shrugged, "A little in the beginning, but I haven't noticed anything lately."

He inspected the skin above my pussy, "I'll go over this one more time with the laser to make sure we've gotten it all," he said more to himself. He then looked up at me and asked, "Did my Mistress Miriam tell you what we would be doing today?"

I shook my head. The comfort I had felt only a moment ago evaporating like steam from a kettle.

"Would you like me to tell you, or would you rather not know?"

"I think I'd rather know," I said quickly.

John smiled and handed me a small paper cup that contained a dark, viscous liquid in the bottom, "This is what you would take at a dentist's office if you were going in for a root canal. It doesn't put you completely to sleep, but it'll feel like it. Let me explain what your Mistress has planned for you and you can decide whether you'd like to take that or not."

I held the cup shakily in my fingers and nodded.

"I'll start by piercing your nipples," he began, acting like this was was something he'd said a thousand times—maybe he had, I thought as he continued, "...you'll be wearing these," he held up two silver rings, each about an inch in diameter. "You have perfect nipples; they should support a large ring quite nicely.

"I'll also be putting this smaller ring in your clitoris," he held up another ring, "and these will line each side of your vagina," he opened his palm and I counted eight small rings. "Oh," he said suddenly, "I almost forgot. This one will be in your navel."

I totalled up the rings quickly in my head and felt light headed when I realized the doctor was planning on piercing me twelve times, and doing so in the most sensitive places imaginable.

"Can't I just do a couple of them?" I asked, my voice wavering nervously.

John moved his chair to be by my side and rested his hand on my forearm. He smiled pleasantly, "Jamiee, trust me on this one when I tell you that you're much better off just getting this over with. I know your mistress better than anyone—I'm married to her—and I know that she always gets what she wants in the end. If you go along and do as she asks the first time, she'll be pleased and that will be the end of it. But, if you try to negotiate, you might win a round or two, but in the end you will have twice as many piercings along with many, many other modifications."

"Modifications?" I asked.

The doctor smiled but shook his head, "A conversation for another day," he dismissed. I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything further on that topic.

"So just the piercings today?"

"And some further laser hair removal treatments. Your mistress wants me to do your legs and arms today, too."

I looked down at my arm, the few hairs that were there were small and thin and hardly noticeable, but I knew the hair on my legs was much thicker. This might not be so bad.

"I guess that will save me a few quid on razors," I said, trying to stay optimistic.

I looked down at the cup in my hands and made a decision: the liquid tasted awful.

_-_

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was a stinging sensation in my breasts and my crotch, but as I took stock, my legs and arms also felt a slight burning sensation. I looked down at my chest and saw the two rings immediately. They were perfectly smooth and very large. They didn't look bad, in fact, they looked quite erotic—but they were so big. My nipples were large enough already and with the added thickness of the rings they looked enormous. This was all well and good in my fantasy, but how was I going to live in the real world wearing these. I was going to have to wear huge pads in my bras, so people wouldn't be able to see the rings. What was Brooke going to think of all this when I showed her?

"How's the pain?" the doctor asked, rolling his chair back to the table.

I touched the right nipple ring with my fingertips, "Bearable," I said, pulling on it ever so gently, the distended bud moving easily with the metal ring.

"You will need to take care of the new piercings so they won't get infected. I'll put some salve in your bathroom and I want you to use it a few times a day for a couple of weeks."

I looked down at my navel and lower lips, "Bloody Nora," I gasped as I looked back at my navel. A single, silver ball about an eighth-inch in diameter stood alone a half inch above my navel; it was connected to a small ring that was set inside of my belly button, from which a short, jeweled chain hung. I touched it cautiously, but it gave me no discomfort.

What had shocked me, however, were the numerous rings in my lower lips. Four small rings were evenly spaced down each labia and one more in my clit, just like the doctor had explained. I touched each one delicately and was glad they didn't cause more than just mild irritation. But then I touched the one in my clit and it made all my the muscles in my abdomen contract.

I inhaled and pulled my hand away. It had felt like every nerve in my lower body had just fired.

"That one's going to take some getting used to I'm afraid," said the doctor, "We're lucky that your clitoris is a large one, too, or we wouldn't have been able to put that ring in."

"I don't know if I can take it," I said honestly, still feeling uncomfortable spasms from my poor cunt, "It's too much—it's too sensitive."

"Many women cannot take it. That's why piercing the hood is much more common, but your Mistress wishes it, so I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to it, just give it time."

My brow furrowed as I looked back to the rings in my nipples, "How do I take them off? I don't see how they come apart," I asked, inspecting the metal ring closely.

"You don't silly girl," the doctor chuckled as if I'd just made a joke, "It's a proprietary secret of mine, but trust me, they're as permanent as it gets."

I was dumbfounded as I looked at him, "Seriously? There's no way to take them off, ever?"

"Well, I suppose you could use bolt cutters, just be careful you don't cut your nipple off if you try it."

I stared at the doctor. He was smiling happily, and what's more, he was expecting me to return his smile. There were definitely two sides to this man, I was starting to understand. I gave him a tight smile and looked back at the new rings in my body. They didn't look bad, it just felt odd—it was different, and if they weren't so permanent I would probably be pretty happy with them. But that I couldn't take them off was beginning to freak me out.

Things felt a little foggy as I walked out of the doctor's home office. The first few steps were the hardest as my legs felt weak and shaky. I found I had to try to walk with my legs slightly apart so I wouldn't rub my new clit ring as much. Every step I made caused a wince and catch in my breath. Twice I had to stop and concentrate, I felt so light headed, but I eventually made my way back to Miriam's office.

Stepping through the door, I found Miriam chatting away on her mobile. She motioned my attention to a low table against the far wall where I found finger sandwiches and bottled water. It was well past noon now and I ate several of them before opening a bottle of water and downing it quickly. Miriam sounded all business and I watched her pacing her office with my mouth full for almost fifteen minutes before she finished her call and placed her phone on her desk.