Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Master Anthony is excellent with newbies, Hannah,” Lucia assured her. “You couldn’t ask for a better introduction.”
“You’ll be fine,” Anthony added. “I’ll see to it.”
“If I may have your attention,” Brandon said in a loud voice. “We’re ready to begin.”
Lucia sank at once to her cushion while Anthony took a seat on the sofa. Hannah turned to sit beside him, but he stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No, Hannah,” he said, capturing her again in his powerful gaze. “Tonight you will kneel beside Lucia.” It wasn’t a question but rather a declaration.
She glanced at Lucia, who knelt with her back straight, her hands loosely clasped, her expression calm and serene. Feeling as if she were entering one of her own novels, Hannah lowered herself to the free cushion beside Lucia. Her knees creaked and her skirt hampered her movement a little, but she managed to assume the position without toppling over.
Someone dimmed the lights in the room, leaving only a spotlight on the hearth. Jim and Brandon stood on one side of the bondage table, Charlotte and Marjorie on the other. The silent, naked slaves remained in position, hands clasped behind their backs, heads bowed.
Once the room was silent, Brandon said, “We are here tonight to celebrate the formal collaring of slave Charlotte by Master Jim. Before the actual collaring, as a demonstration of her devotion, Charlotte has chosen to be pierced by her Master.”
At a nod from Jim, Marjorie moved behind Charlotte and unhooked her bustier. As it fell away, she handed the garment to one of the kneeling slaves.
Charlotte, now bare-chested, her miniskirt riding low on her hips, allowed Marjorie to help her onto the table. Charlotte lifted her arms over her head, crossing them at the wrist. Standing at the head of the table, Marjorie placed both her hands around Charlotte’s wrists to hold her in place.
Charlotte had pretty breasts, small and round, the nipples prominent. Brandon matter-of-factly swabbed her nipples with alcohol while Jim opened a small kit and removed the hollow piercing needle.
While Hannah had never had the chance to attend a piercing demo, she’d done plenty of research on the topic, and had written many scenes involving needle play. She was in awe of Charlotte for having the courage, despite her admitted nerves, to undergo a public piercing as a way to show her love and submission for her man.
Hannah’s own nipples tingled in sympathy and anticipation as Brandon gripped one of Charlotte’s nipples, pulling it taut. His expression calm and assured, Jim bent over and placed the tip of the sharp needle on the side of Charlotte’s nipple.
Hannah held her breath, her heart beating high in her throat as Jim pushed the needle through flesh. She forced herself not to look away as he slowly threaded the jewelry through the hollow piercing needle. Suddenly dizzy, she closed her eyes as she swayed slightly on her knees.
A small hand closed over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. Opening her eyes, she glanced toward Lucia.
“You okay?” Lucia whispered.
Hannah drew in a breath and let it out, her dizziness falling away. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Thanks.”
When she looked back at the stage, it appeared Jim had completed piercing the second nipple. As he helped Charlotte to a sitting position, Hannah saw the tiny diamonds glinting on either side of each nipple.
Charlotte stared down, pure delight lighting her face. Looking up at Jim, she cried, “I love them! Thank you so much, Master Jim.”
While the room erupted with cheers and applause, Jim helped Charlotte from the table, proud as a peacock. As he pulled Charlotte into a careful embrace, he dipped his head to whisper something in her ear. In response, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth, eliciting another round of applause.
The two slave trainees rose to their feet and moved to the satin-covered bondage table. Hannah couldn’t help but notice that not only the young woman, but also the man was shorn of his pubic hair. The head of his rather large cock was pierced with a captive bead ring.
The pair carried the bondage table to the side of the hearth and then resumed their positions on their cushions. Meanwhile, Marjorie produced a small bottle of water, which she handed to Charlotte. She drank its entire contents in one long gulp and handed it back.
“Well done, both of you,” Brandon said. “Now for the formal collaring.”
Charlotte radiated a quiet joy. Jim gazed at her with such naked love it took Hannah’s breath away.
The room quieted again as Brandon took an oblong box from the small table beside him, opened the lid and held it out for Jim. Jim removed a burgundy-red leather collar with a heart-shaped silver padlock clasp, much like the one on Marjorie’s collar.
As Charlotte sank gracefully to her knees, he said, “Charlotte, by accepting this collar, do you agree to be my slave, my property, my most cherished possession to use and adore as it pleases me?”