Shelby
didn’t hear what the man said in reply, but she heard what her owner said next:
“I’ll pierce her cunt lips with rings tomorrow to mark her more permanently as my property.”
Another shudder of fear and thrill tripped through her body. A moment later, she heard his next command:
“Kneel with your back to me.”
At first, she didn’t understand what he wanted; a blur of emotions kept her from thinking clearly and he had to repeat himself.
“
Shelby
, on your knees now.”
This was completely new territory in their relationship, taking her places she’d seen only in her dreams; a command that made her quake, her frayed nerves rendering her almost unable to respond
She trembled, as scared as she’d ever been.
“Now open your blouse,” he said.
Her eyes were brimming with tears as she unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist. He’d never demanded that she bare her body for him. Oh, her ass had been bared for him plenty of times, but in her mind that was much different. This was so intimate, so personal, a very different kind of exposure. Not only that but in front of a complete stranger as well – her humiliation couldn’t have been greater. She was glad that her back was facing the two men so that she didn’t have to meet their gaze.
“Now the bra,” he said.
The bra!
Tears began streaming from her eyes as she realized how far the man might go – he might have her naked, right there in his office! After some hesitation,
Shelby
finally reached back, unhooked her lacy bra, and set her breasts free. Her entire body rushed with a depraved erotic thrill. Though she tried to hold back her feelings, this sudden surge of energy was too powerful to ignore.
“Not a word from you now,” he said. “Not a whimper, not a sound.”
She trembled waiting, biting her lip, her hands clinging to the sides of her skirt. Her torment was worse not knowing what was going to happen next. Then suddenly, a strong cut from Mr. Darcy’s tawse lashed across her back. She lunged forward, gulping for air.
“Straighten up!” She instantly obeyed.
The strikes came on ruthlessly from that point, maybe a dozen, maybe twenty, the number was lost in the savage sensations. Never had she experienced such pain, but by force of will, she managed to suppress her urge to scream, knowing how much this would displease him.
“This is what a slave will do for her owner. Obey without question. Offer up their body for their owner’s pleasure, whether it is their owner’s pleasure to use them sexually or inflict pain. A slave gives without question,
Shelby
, without hesitation, holding back their own hurt. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, fighting back her desire to cry.
Despite the pain, the fear, and her profound humiliation there was something far deeper at work here. Completely bewildering to her was the weird satisfaction she gained becoming Mr. Darcy’s slave. Yet, it also felt so right, as if she were destined for slavery, fated to be the property of a man. Mr. Darcy had been right when they first met, that he knew her better than she knew herself.
Once she’d been used for sex and soundly thrashed, her owner suddenly returned to his initial command of her. “I believe we started today with my wanting to see you come by your own hand. Do you recall that?”
“Yes, sir.” Oh, please don’t make me do that!
“Well then, stand up and turn around.”
She could barely move to her feet, her legs were shaking so fiercely that she could hardly maintain her balance. And once she managed to turn around, she felt the men’s eyes focus directly on her bared breasts.
She turned her face away
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