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“How novel!” was all she could think to say—knowing at the same time that she was pleasing Miles, and that mattered significantly now.
Crossing the street was exhilarating—even though most of the passersby hardly noticed the indecent sight of the blonde with the full lips and the half naked breasts, walking in nothing but a man’s suit coat.
They pair stopped at the door of a small salon tucked between a Chinese grocery and an upscale beauty parlor. Entering the shop, the front door rattled and the bell inside tinkled like a chime. Behind a desk, an exotic black woman sat as if she was waiting for them all day. Her wares were ethnic artwork hanging on the walls, baskets along the floor and gold jewelry artfully displayed inside a glass case. The air was filled with heat, and the smell of exotic perfume coming from the woman’s body.
“I told you about Tessa,” Miles said, showing the statuesque woman the smiling blonde in his suit jacket. “This is Maya,” he made the simple introduction.
The proprietress was attired in a draping, clinging, sensuous garment, colored in vibrating exotic hues—red, burgundy and mauve that blended with her dark, chocolate skin. Gold dangled from her ears, bedecked each long slender finger and pierced her nose with a tiny ring. Tessa could see the woman’s smooth body through the fabric of her dress, especially as she walked toward them through the tiny sliver of sun that bolted in the shop’s front window. She was nude underneath, appearing to Tessa like a tribal flower, straight from foreign jungles—though her thick voice was clearly American.
“So white,” Maya said, fondling Tessa’s golden locks, which billowed about her shoulders. The woman stood before the beauty engaged in some purpose that only she and Miles understood. Tessa’s Dom watched the black woman inspect his lover with careful attention to every aspect of her body, as she parted the top of the suit coat to view Tessa’s chest, to appraise her full breasts and the nipples.
“You want these pierced?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Maya pushed the coat off Tessa’s shoulders to better view the woman’s bodice, her gaze trailing down to Tessa’s trim waist, and the classic curve of her flat abdomen below. While the coat rested at Tessa’s waist, covering her upper thighs and pubic mound, she was otherwise quite naked, eyed like another of Maya’s trinkets.
“She’s your submissive?” Maya prodded the fleshy breasts and pinched the nipples as Miles had done, and then took Tessa’s face in her hand, inspecting the line of her jaw and startling dark eyes.
Miles nodded in reply to Maya’s question.
“Then you’ll want her pierced below, too,” she said, ready to remove the coat completely in order to inspect the nether regions of Tessa’s body.
“No, not today,” Miles answered without explanation.
“Ah, too bad,” the woman grimaced her disappointment. “She’s like rich cream—and so unadorned. But perhaps you’ll let me have her again?” She looked toward Miles, hopefully.
“Perhaps,” he nodded.
Taking Tessa by the hand, Maya led her to a stool behind her desk.
“Sit,” she ordered.
Miles coat still draped the hesitant Tessa below her waist, leaving her torso vulnerable to the eyes of anyone who passed by on the street, and glanced in the window. She looked at Miles, while Maya turned to her worktable preparing the jewelry that would soon adorn the submissive’s nipples. Tessa viewed the man as her conqueror; he’s so quickly climbed inside her elemental self and become the master of her body—and even her thoughts. With his cool detachment, he’d caused her sexual fires to roar. She’d become his prize, his acquisition, his to do with as he chose. She’d dreamed of such subjection, though living it was quite different than fantasy. Something about the reality made her more silent and more sultry, as she waited for Miles’ next command.
Tessa cringed from the chill of cold disinfectant applied to her nipples, then shuddered as Maya pinched them between her cotton-covered fingers. The cold air made them colder still, the buds of purple flesh shriveling into knots.
Tessa eyed the needle—wondering about the prick of the sharp point, and that point jabbing through her flesh. She tried the pain out in her imagination, fear quickly overcoming her poise, “I can’t,” she suddenly voiced.
“Look at me,” Miles’ voice commanded over her objection. His eyes were icy; his stare astounding for its calming effect. “You’ve given yourself to me, and this is what I want from you now.”
Tessa bit her lip. She didn’t want to disappoint him, or herself. She wanted to see the gold at her breasts, to feel its hot and cold, to bask in its heavy feel as a reminder of her station as his submissive love. But still, she trembled too much and her eyes watered with tears.
Maya turned away, and Tessa watched her pour a glass of amber liquid. “Drink this,” she said offering her subject a quick flight to intoxication.
Tessa took a sip.
“Gulp it, blonde one, I don’t have all day.” If Maya was annoyed, she showed so only in her words; her sensuous and fluid manner made it appear as if she were floating just inches above the floor.
Two gulps, the glass was empty, Tessa’s head was spinning and her stomach took a nasty turn.
“You should beat her ass for being so squeamish,” Maya suggested.
“I’ll consider it,” was Miles’ reply.
She was left for several moments sitting on the stool, while Miles and Maya slipped into the back room as the pair waited for the liquor to quell Tessa’s anxious nerves. It must have been some potent brew, for Tessa’s head was soon swimming delightfully, her body seeming to drift away on the sensuous liquor. When the two came back into the room, it was as if they’d awakened her from a sound sleep.
Maya was quick. This time, the needle rapidly pierced Tessa’s flesh. First one nipple and then the second. She let out a quick gasp each time, her body enduring the exhilarating spike of energy. Only after it was over, did she realize that Miles was at her back, holding her arms firmly to her side so she wouldn’t jerk away. Looking down, she saw the gold studs piercing her nipples, from one side to another, with round gold screwed to the end of each post.
