The pain was incredible. I was unable to offset the pressure because I could not reach the floor with my feet as he lowered me onto it. Tears fell as he clamped my most sensitive points. Silence. I was alone. Where had my master gone? My mind wandered as I endured for hours. I was on the brink of madness. I entertained the thought of death. Finally seeing my parents again and my beautiful sister. I fantasized about my brother coming to save me. Mostly, I envisioned my loving master releasing me.
I may have slept or lost consciousness. My dreams were lurid and centered on him entering me slowly. My thirst was almost unbearable when like magic, my master would appear to feed me clear broth and water and check the bindings. I came to love him for this.
Sometimes he would tighten the bindings, but the pain was no longer my main concern, my mind separated from my body. My sole reason for existence was when he came to me. Once a day, he would relieve me of the internal burdens, only to fill me with larger phalluses, making the pain grow. I thought I would break in two. Hour after hour, day after day I endured this pain, when at last he took the apparatus away, leaving me empty, barren, and open. I hung like this for another day or two before he released the bonds.
I was in the small room adjacent to the master suite. He fashioned it after the French dungeons he said, and then led me back to our rooms and tethered me to the footboard of our bed, where I was made to watch him pleasure Na'nie. I stayed in this dreadful pose for another day or so while he included the Creole boy in his escapades. He, Na'nie, and the boy in blissful relation while I was bound like a dog begging for scraps but receiving none. I wanted my master more now than I ever dreamed possible, and so the morning he awoke and released me, I rejoiced. He bathed me gently and fed me glorious food. I was clean, nourished, and satisfied when he threw me down and entered me in every way possible. I thanked him for showing me the way.
I woke from my nap with a start. The thunderclap shook the house and rain pounded the large windows in sheets. Mr. Delacroix stood at the window.
“Come, Nez, come see.”
I reluctantly got out of the warm bed and stood at his side.
“See the oak, how it twists in the wind?”
The great oak twisted like a corkscrew when the winds came. Just when you thought it would break, it bent some more or the wind would subside.
“No wonder the bark on the trunk looks so twisted, my lord. I guess I never realized how literal Twisted Oak is.” I watched as the branches turned and bent. “I’ve never seen a tree do that before.”
“This is how it survives.” He put his arm behind me and grabbed my ass to pull me closer to him. “It’s how we all survive, my love.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed.
“But as long as we have our place, our home to put our roots, we can bend and twist. Without a place, a family, we’ll break and die.” While still gazing at the mighty oak, he asked, “Do you think I’m doing the right thing for Jackson?”
“I suppose so, sir. I mean, I dunno what happens when you’re lent out like that. Do you lose all contact with him?”
“Yes, he won’t even be coming to work. His days will be filled with exercises that enhance his . . .” He paused. “Activities that promote correct thinking. The idea is that he’ll return here ready to be the good sub he is meant to be. He’ll be refreshed, regain his center and core happiness. He’ll be able to continue his path toward finding his fullest human potential. I can’t do it alone. I need help. He needs some new approaches from a firm hand.”
“Punishment, sir?” I asked.
“Yes. Punishment day in and day out until he breaks.” His eyes were the color of the sky, gray and stormy. “Until he breaks through to find his true spirit, that good center I know is still in there.”
“Face his demons, sir?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he said.
“I think you’re doing the right thing, sir. And without him here, maybe Marie-Louise will gain some perspective too.”
“Darling, don’t expect her to support me on this. She’s not gonna be happy, especially given what you’ve told me—how she’s scared to be alone, to not belong to anyone. I really doubt she’ll deal with this very well, and we’re heading back to town at the end of the week.”
“Oh dear, my lord, I never thought of her being here alone. I wonder if she can manage.”
“Maybe Ty and Sunny can go stay at Ty’s place and we can bring her with us. I should call Sunny,” he said and went to the phone.
“I sure do wish they were here, sir. I miss those guys.”
He picked up the phone and set it down. “It’s okay with you if Marie comes to the city with us, right?”
“Yes, sir, but I really like our arrangement we have now with Ty and Sunny. I was looking forward to the four of us being together before coming here for good.”
“Yeah, me too. We need to get used to it, having Ty in the picture all the time. That alone is a big change for me, and certainly for Sunny. I was looking forward to more of what we did Sunday afternoon, the four of us. I like it when you’re the only girl in the group.”
“Yes, indeed, my lord, I like that too.”
“You’ve got three holes to fuck, so having three dicks around works out pretty good for you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed.
He rang Thomas on the house phone to let him know we’d be taking tea in the parlor at 3:30.
“I’m gonna see if whomever takes Jack will send someone here to babysit Marie-Louise while we’re away. That might work,” he said, “but it might be asking too much.”
“Sir, it might be a treat for someone to come stay here. I don’t think it’s asking too much, but if it is, maybe the dom can come here and look after both Jackson and Marie,” I suggested.
“Nope. Not gonna happen. I’m the only boss around here. Not a fucking chance some other dom will come here and run the show, and besides, the whole idea is to get Jack out of here and away from Marie-Louise. They need a clean break and he needs some serious readjustment; some serious correction. And as long as he’s here, it won’t be effective.”
“So we won’t take her with us to the city, my lord?”
“Not if I can help it. I honestly don’t think it would be good for her just now anyway. We’ll see what kind of deal I can make tonight, but be ready for an interesting reaction from both of them at tea when I tell them what I’ve decided. Come, my dear, time to get dressed.”
The short nightie he chose for me was luxurious gray silk and barely covered my bottom.
“Wear Maw-Maw’s robe over it,” he said and handed me a pair of gray, soft leather sandals with a slight heel and a flower on the front.
“Sir, can I ask a question?”
“You know you can, my love, anytime.”
“Thank you, my lord,” I smiled, knowing in my heart that I pleased him. “Was your grandmother a submissive as well?”
“No, she was the master,” he smiled.
“Oh my,” I said.
“Bend over,” he said, his voice compelling and strangely gentle. “Bend over and grab your ankles for me.”
I gladly obeyed and he lifted the robe over my head. Without warning or malice, he struck my ass with enough force to almost knock me over. The sting was warm and made my insides twist with delight.
“Stay there.” He went to the armoire and came back with a riding crop. “You know why you’re being spanked?”
“I’m not sure, sir.”
“One thing you absolutely cannot forget tonight, my love, is to address me properly, and so hopefully this experience will help you remember.” He paused, then said, “This is harder for me than it is for you.” He sighed and continued, “Oh my what?”
I felt the end of the riding crop shallowly enter my anus. “My lord,” I said as my legs began to shake, and I knew I would
come. He shoved it in deeper and then made circular motions. I spread my legs further for him.
“That’s better, my dear. Much better.” He pulled the riding crop out of my ass and smacked my right and then left side hard. “That’ll make a nice mark for you to show off tonight, while you’re on display for all to see. It’s nice how the marks I gave you yesterday have blossomed throughout the day, your badges of courage.” He placed the riding crop on the chaise. “Stand up. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Thank you, my lord, for reminding me. I promise to try and do better.” I stood and the robe fell elegantly around my torso and legs. My buttocks tingled with stinging pleasure pain.
“Thank me for the marks on your body,” he said, his eyes becoming more ghostly.
“Thank you for showing me new limits, for helping me reach new heights, for marking me with your love, my lord. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And my darling, if you keep forgetting, the punishment will get worse until you can’t forget. And for the love of god, do not forget this evening.”
“Yes, sir, thank you,” I said, looking down at my feet.
“There’s a good girl,” he said as he took my hand. “Tea time, my love.”
The parlor, darkened by the weather outside, glowed with the low crystalline amber light. Thunder rolled across the sky. Marie-Louise sat dutifully at her master’s feet as we entered. She wore a modest pink robe. Her hair was in a long silken ponytail and her feet were bare.
“Good afternoon, children. I trust you’ve had an insightful afternoon?” Mr. Delacroix asked as he and I sat at the table. “Please join us,” he said.
Jackson glared at Marie-Louise, who slightly coiled in on herself as he rose to join us. She stayed on the floor.
“Something the matter, Jack? Marie’s allowed to join us, you know,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Come, Marie-Louise.” He held his hand out to her.
“She’s being punished, sir,” Jackson said. “If she must have tea, she’ll have it on the floor.”
“I see,” said Mr. Delacroix. “As you wish. After all, she is yours, isn’t she?”
“For now, yes, sir,” he said and sat next to me across from Mr. Delacroix.
“That’s an interesting answer to a pretty straightforward question, Jack,” he said as he poured the tea. “Nothing for you to eat, Jack. Not till supper, but you can have tea.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Nezzie, this morning while you and Marie-Louise had your visit, I reminded Jackson that I’m on top. I wish you could’ve been there to watch.” Mr. Delacroix sipped his tea and turned to Jackson. “It was a firm reminder, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
“I’m fucking on top, Jack. I own you and I can do with you as I wish.” Mr. Delacroix’s eyes grew shadowy and Marie-Louise put her face into the sofa.
“Yes, Mr. Delacroix, you’re on top. You own my sorry sore ass,” Jackson said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Jack, you’re being surly considering your punishment earlier.” Mr. Delacroix took a butter shortbread cookie, broke it in half, and fed me a bite. I recognized it from the strawberry shortcake we had had the previous evening. “Good girl, Nez,” he said and pat my hand.
“Thank you, my lord,” I said, rehearsing for the evening’s display. It was probably a good idea to be powerful in front of present company as well.
“Ya know, Jackson, you could’ve used the safe words,” Mr. Delacroix said, “but I can’t seem to break you. Either I’ve lost my touch, or you need to be retrained. Which do you think it is?” His eyes were spectral and intense as they locked onto Jackson.
Marie-Louise sat up again, but she kept her head low. The robe pulled away, revealing a new mark on her shoulder and neck.
“Sir,” Jackson said, “it’s my fault. I’ll try to do better.”
“Marie, my dear, would you like some tea?” Mr. Delacroix asked.
“No, thank you, sir.” Her voice was thin.
“Are you okay, Marie?” Mr. Delacroix asked with genuine concern, and I began to think, like him, that she was not. I looked to Mr. Delacroix for some insight as to what to do, and he glanced in my direction.
“I . . . sir, I dunno,” she said, “but I’ll be fine in a while. Thank you.”
“Jack, what the fuck did you do?” Mr. Delacroix said in a low growl. “Gave her what she deserves. Besides, I own her ass and I can do with her as I wish, sir,” he said in a defiant tone.
“Nez, take Marie-Louise in the bathroom. Marie, you are to show Miss Nez what he did to you. Show her everything, all the marks,” he said in a calm, low snarl.
“Yes, my lord.” I went to Marie-Louise and took her hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go have a look,” I said in a calm voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said and slowly got up with a wince.
As we entered the small bathroom, I flipped the switch and closed the door. Marie-Louise immediately fell into my arms and sobbed, tears staining the beautiful antique robe. “Oh honey, what happened?” I asked.
She untied her robe and let it fall. Her collar was gone. That’s why she looked so different. The mark on her neck and shoulder appeared to have been made by the collar itself, a long abrasion that broke the skin from just under her ear to just above her collarbone. She was crying so hard that her words were hardly audible.
“He hurt me, miss. He hurt me bad this time,” she said as she sobbed uncontrollably. “And I even used safe words.”
Her voice became angry. “So I broke the collar. It’s done!”
The piercing on her right nipple had been replaced by thick bandages horrifically stained red with blood. The other piercings were intact.
“Did he do this to you?” I was enraged and began to turn toward the door.
“Wait, miss,” she grabbed my arm, “please, wait. You need to know that I did it. I did it to myself when I took the collar off. It was an accident because I forgot they were attached, but in a way, I’m glad it happened because I wanted to show him what he’s done to me. To show him what a bad master he is.”
“Oh, Marie,” I said.
She sobbed even harder and I held her close until she settled down. “He told me to bleed if that’s what gets me off. It hurt, miss. I was crying and then he said I was probably so stupid that I didn’t realize they were attached to the collar. He was right, miss. I was stupid and I forgot because I was so mad.” Her cries had to be heard from the parlor by now. “When I agreed with him, he helped me with the bandages.”
“You said he hurt you,” I said, trying to keep her on track.
“Yes, before that.” She bent over to show me her anus, bruised and red all around. “He hurt me there pretty bad so I used the safe word for him to stop but he didn’t. Maybe I didn’t manage it well and said it too late. Please don’t let Mr. Delacroix hurt him,” she said desperately. “It’s my fault.”
“Does this sort of thing happen very often, where he causes you that much pain and ignores safe words?” I asked, incredulous.
“Miss, I like pain. It’s okay. It’s normal,” she said. “I just don’t want Mr. Delacroix to overreact. Please don’t tell him.”
“Marie, he’s going to know sooner or later anyway. It’s best to tell him. You know what he’s like when he doesn’t know what goes on in his house,” I said.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered as tears dropped to the floor.
“Marie, leave your robe there and come with me out to the parlor.” I took her hand.
“No, miss,” she said and pulled her hand away.
“No?” I asked. “Are you telling me no?”
“Please, miss, I’m afraid,” she paused, “and ashamed.”
“Marie, you said you trusted me this morning. Don’t you trust me anymore? You know there’s no judgment in this house. Mr. Delacroix will n
ever judge you. He has things he needs to say to you, things I think you might want to hear, so come on and I’ll explain what happened.” I took her hand again.
“I’m so stupid, miss,” she said as she reluctantly followed me out.
“No, you aren’t,” I insisted.
When Mr. Delacroix saw Marie’s naked body, he leapt over the table at Jackson, upsetting the whole thing. The tea setting crashed onto the floor in a million pieces. Mr. Delacroix pinned Jackson against shards of porcelain teacups.
“Sir, it isn’t what you think,” Jackson said, his voice shaky.
“What the hell kind of fucking monster did you become, Jack?”
“I didn’t do it, she did!” he said in short breaths.
Mr. Delacroix relaxed his grip on Jackson’s arms and sat back with his ass on Jackson’s groin. “What the hell?” Mr. Delacroix asked no one in particular. “What did you do, Marie?”
“She’s a fucking mind fuck, that’s what she is, sir,” Jackson said.
Mr. Delacroix slapped him in the face. “Shut up!”
Marie-Louise was crying so hard that I had to do all the explaining. Jackson and Marie both corroborated my account amid loud thunderclaps and stabbing lightning. The rain pounded the windows in a torrent.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Okay, that settles it. Jack, I’m lending you out as soon as I can find someone to take you.”
Jackson tensed up at the notion and shook his head.
“You can count on at least six months, Jack. Marie, you’re staying here. I’ll hire a nurse to care for your wounds along with a supportive sub from whomever has one to spare. Additionally, we’ll draw up your divorce papers as soon as possible.”
In a perfect harmony of dread, Marie-Louise let out a cry and Jackson denied Mr. Delacroix’s ability to lend him out.
“Then you can take a long walk, Jack. You won’t be welcome here anymore,” Mr. Delacroix said. “I can’t entertain this dysfunction anymore, not if Nez and I are gonna get on with our lives together. Either you get your head straight or you get out.”
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