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)
He busied himself for a moment at the worktable, first pulling on a pair of surgical gloves, and then unwrapping a number of the needles. He placed them neatly on a small tray. Returning to Lia, he swabbed her nipples and areolas with antiseptic wipes.
He glanced at Hannah. “You good over there?”
“Yes, Sir,” Hannah replied, unable to drag her gaze from all those sharp needles.
“You’re lucky, Lia,” Mason said, turning his attention back to the girl. “I wasn’t especially impressed with your rather pathetic show of submission just now. But I’m going to go ahead with the needle play for our newbie’s edification.”
He turned back to Hannah. “Your job is to watch and learn. Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. Got it?”
Hannah swallowed hard, not sure she was up to this after all. “Yes, Sir,” she croaked, her mouth suddenly dry.
She watched in horrified fascination as he slipped the tip of a needle into the delicate areola around Lia’s left nipple. Lia winced, but then sighed, the sound sexual to Hannah’s ears. When the needle was about halfway in, he slid a second needle into the flesh just beside the first. He worked quickly and methodically until there was a ring of green plastic hubs around the poor girl’s nipple.
Hannah’s own nipples throbbed in sympathy. Her knees felt a little wobbly, and she was glad of the cuffs holding her upright. He made quick work of the second nipple, ringing it like the first.
There was no trace of pain or distress on Lia’s face, only bliss. Her eyes were closed, her lips softly parted.
“What do you think, newbie?” he asked, smirking at Hannah as she stared, wide-eyed at the needles circling Lia’s engorged nipples. “You want to try it next?”
Hannah swallowed, her nipples tingling almost painfully at the thought of his sliding needle after needle into her tender flesh. “No, thank you, Master Mason,” she managed.
He chuckled. “We’ll have to work on that.”
No, we won’t, Hannah thought but did not say.
He turned his attention back to Lia. Placing a hand on her cheek, he said, “You handled the needles well, as I suspected you would.”
Lia’s eyes opened, a saucy smile lifting her lips. “Please, Sir. May I have some more?”
Mason grinned. “You want me to cut you now. Don’t you, pain slut?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she blurted. Then, flushing, she backpedaled, “I mean, yes, Sir. Yes, please, Sir.”
Mason didn’t look impressed. “You’ll have to earn it.”
Mason withdrew the needles one by one, wiping Lia’s areolas periodically with antiseptic wipes. As he worked, he said, “I’m curious, Lia. Would you consider yourself submissive?”
After a brief hesitation, the girl replied, “Yes, Sir.”
He continued to remove the needles. As he worked several droplets of blood beaded at the tiny wounds. Lia didn’t appear in the least bit perturbed. Hannah, on the other hand, in spite of her previous assurance that only the sight of her own blood was an issue, felt a little queasy at the sight of that impossibly red blood against Lia’s pale skin. She looked away, trying to catch her breath.
“Are you willing to prove it?”
“I’m sorry, Sir?” the girl asked.
“I know you want to be cut. I know you’re a pain slut who gets off on erotic suffering. But to be a fully realized BDSM slave, submission is essential.” He released the straps that held Lia down.
Taking a step back, he pointed at the ground. “Get back down here on your knees.”
Lia sat up slowly, a play of emotions moving over her face that Hannah couldn’t quite interpret. Trepidation? Defiance? Fear? Longing? All of the above?
The girl swung her legs over the side of the table and hopped nimbly down. She lowered herself easily to her knees in front of Mason. They were both in profile to Hannah, affording her a good view of both of their faces.
Mason picked up one of the knives from the worktable. Its long blade looked as sharp as a scalpel. Hannah held her breath, suddenly keenly aware of her own vulnerable state, bound and helpless.
The knife balanced lightly in his hand, Mason stared down at the kneeling girl. “Define erotic submission for me, Lia.”
She looked up at him. “It is the exchange of power, Sir. The sub gives the Dom power over her body and he, in turn, meets her needs.”
Mason shrugged. “That’s one definition, I suppose. But here at The Enclave, we take things further. Your needs are not our concern. Submission isn’t about you getting off on blood play or wearing sexy outfits at clubs or choking on your boyfriend’s dick while his friends watch.”
Lia flushed as he spoke, making Hannah wonder if Mason knew this stuff about her or was just throwing out generalizations.
He continued, “You are here to serve at the pleasure of your Masters. Submission is about surrendering yourself, both physically and emotionally. It’s about service, obedience, grace, endurance, selflessness, courage and passion. A fully realized erotic slave derives her emotional and sexual satisfaction from pleasing and obeying her Masters. Do you understand?”