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By the time he’s finished his instructions, I’m on my feet completely dressed, feeling only slightly woozy. Still I ache.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“I’m not really sure,” I answer.
He’s close, his body breathing with mine as we stand together in the sunny sunroom looking into each other’s eyes. He leans in and kisses my mouth tenderly. “Then take some time to sort out those feelings. We’ll talk about them later.”
My body wants him. My brain screams for his body pressed to mine. I can hardly stand this intimate closeness. My first thought is to throw myself at his feet and beg. Yet, I remain quiet.
Lockhart reaches to my short hair and plays with it affectionately. “Let’s let this grow out. I think I’d like it long. As far as your clothes, I want you in skirts, your crotch available. Be ready any day for me to call on you, though it might be weeks between my visits. I come when I’m moved. So far, you’ve been a compliant slave. I trust this willing obedience will continue. Your only function is to do what pleases me.” As he speaks, his voice seems to deepen, his eyes become more intense, his focus more keen. He becomes more masterful and I quake feeling a surge of passion in me rise. “You’ll think first of me, Anna. Put all other thoughts outside your mind. You have no other master, no other reason to be alive. I own you. These marks define you as mine. You belong to me. Your body, your mind, your will, your purpose.” He wraps a shroud around me that draws me inside him. I hang on to his next word. “In the next few weeks you’ll need to arrange your life to accommodate the times I want your undivided attention—when you’ll serve me in this house. Your young employee must be able to handle your business without you. Is that understood?”
“I assumed as much, so I’ve been making those plans.”
“Good.”
As I stare into his face and breathe him into me, it’s difficult to think of doing anything but serving him. At this moment, I am his and I have no fear. Will this feeling last forever? Will it prevent my natural defiance? I can be a miserable sub when I’m in a mood, like a wild stallion that needs to be broken. Now, I’m as subdued as a child asleep. Perhaps the defiant child in me is simply napping. I can’t be too careful with this master. Though he comes on so mildly, I feel the steel behind him. Though at first, I couldn’t imagine him with a harsh tone of command, I can now. It will be all I dream of until I hear the first punch of energy strike my ears and engage my humble response.
He takes me home in his Mercedes. I’m in a daze while he’s talking casually about the history behind the landscape we pass by, as though we have nothing more than a platonic relationship. The day is growing older
now, the shadows longer, clouds taking away the cloudless sky. My body throbs in five places; these piercings claiming all my physical and emotional attention as I know they will for some time. I won’t feel them without feeling Lockhart inside me, and that is as he designed.
“I’ll be calling you soon. Let yourself understand what you feel. These are my marks; they are a sign of permanency that will never disappear. You will always know who gave you these and for that reason, I am your master and always will be.”
In the days that follow, I bathe my new jewelry in the way Lockhart instructed. I think of him each time I do. The rings move with me, tugging, sometimes biting—ever present the first week and then less so as that first week ends. I fondle them before the bathroom mirror thinking of Lockhart behind me when he fondly stroked my naked back. I think of him owning me, and surely, he does now; there are few thoughts in my obsessive mind but ones of him, and what will happen next.
On the first week anniversary of my piercing, Lockhart enters the shop late in the afternoon. I’m alone, Ellie gone for the rest of the day. My great Grand Opening is underway, but it remains an understated event in this small town where few things disturb the regular quiet of this cozy hamlet.
“You’ve made great strides with the place,” he says, admiringly. “It looks great.”
“Thank you, there’s still a lot to do, but I needed to get a few customers coming through the door.” The shelves are stocked with books and there are assorted trinkets on one wall, a coffee bar that serves expresso, mocha, and cappuccino. And with that, I decided we have enough to handle. Seeing it through Lockhart’s eyes, I appreciate what I’ve done. It’s hard to assess my efforts when I’ve had such tunnel vision—thinking of little more than my sex life. I’ve lived each day going from one task to the next with little thought. This work is easy for me, while being submissive to a new master is a task that scares me.
“And Ellie, how is she?”
“She’s perfect. Works almost at my pace. She’s responsible—at least so far. And has lots of fresh ideas that seem to spur me when I’m at a loss.”
“You’re often at a loss?”
“I’ve been thinking a good deal about you.”
He doesn’t reply, but peruses the shelves as though he’s actually interested in buying something.
“I suppose I can special order from you?” he asks.
“Anytime.”
He nods, then looks back at several volumes of art photography, only to whip around a moment later. “Your piercings?”
“Yes.”
“They are healing?”
“Very well.”
“So, let’s have a look.”
I stare at him a little uncertain what he means. “Right here?”
“Yes, right here. Raise your sweater.”
