Nothing Like The Sun: Ten (F/m)
Friday        
        
   Mistress allowed me only two visits over the next week. i'd made some phone
calls on Monday, and by Wednesday night, i had my next surprise for Mistress
well in hand. Unfortunately, before i could set the stage, She had me
participate in a particularly humiliating new "game."         
        
   Like so many of Her "games," it started pleasantly enough. She actually gave
me the massage for once, concentrating on my neck and shoulders. Twice i tried
to ask Her about Her plans for Friday, but She shushed me, and by the time She
was finished, i felt so completely relaxed i actually forgot.        
        
   She climbed out of the bed and left the den. i lay there for a while,
luxuriating in my somnolent state.        
        
   Mistress returned and moved in front of me. In Her hand was a nasty looking
toy that resembled a two-headed dildo, stuck through a wide leather strap. One
end was shorter and thicker and the other was long and highly detailed. i had a
moment to look at Her in shock before She shoved the fat end in my gaping mouth
and pulled the strap tight around the base of my skull. i now had a seven inch
penis sticking out from my face. Mistress crawled back into bed, spread Her
legs wide and made it very clear what i was to do.        
        
   "you didn't think I softened up those muscles of yours out of the goodness
of my heart, did you?" She purred.         
        
   i was lucky She had; bobbing my head in and out between Her legs became a
taxing job for my neck after only a short time. The whole gag was pushed deeper
into my throat with each forward thrust.        
        
   After She had come several times; She made me keep the gag in for an
intolerably long period afterwards. i even had to massage Her with it on. When
it came time to tend to Her asshole, She chucked a small packet of lubricant at
me and i had to smear it liberally over the dildo and my face before fucking
Her ass to another orgasm.        
        
   When She finally removed the filthy thing, i took a minute to massage my
jaw.        
        
   "Mistress?" i asked, making wide yawning motions.        
        
   "Yes, michael?"        
        
   "Have you made any plans for Friday yet?"        
        
    She gazed at me curiously. "Not as yet, michael. Why do you ask?"        
        
   "i... i'd like that to be a surprise, if you don't object, Mistress." i
managed a sly smile.        
        
   She returned it. "I've come to like your little 'surprises' michael.
Consider me free on Friday."        
        
   That just left Lindsey.        
        
   i entered the office Thursday morning and instead of slinking off to my own
little hidey-hole, i strode instead boldly up to Lindsey's desk. There were a
couple of guys loitering in the lobby, and they suddenly stopped gabbing and
began to watch me intently.         
        
   "Morning, Lindsey!"        
        
   She looked at me askance, but with a hint of a grin at the corner of her
mouth.        
        
   "Why, good morning, Mr. R-."        
        
   "Say, I don't suppose you'd be free Friday night around eight, would you?"  
     
        
   "Why..." her eyes darted to the slack-jawed gawkers, "...yes, I believe I
would be."        
        
   "Great!" i slipped her a plain white envelope. "I think you should find all
you need in here!"        
        
   i turned on my heel and walked right past my troglodytic coworkers.        
        
   Ten minutes later, Lindsey erupted into my office, throwing her arms around
me and showering me with kisses.        
        
   "Oh My GOD!" she cried. "You're a God!"        
        
   "I do my best," i demurred, trying to act cool with a beautiful woman
slathered all over me.        
        
   "How did you get these tickets? She's been sold out for weeks! God, I LOVE
her!"        
        
   i thought about being a shit and not telling her unless she told me what
Mistress had whispered to her at the restaurant, but it was kind of difficult
to be an asshole with her pressed up against me like that so i spilled the
story.        
        
   "I have an aunt who works in the front office for the City Symphony. Since
they're practically married to the auditorium she knows all the guys who work
in the ticket office. So... I pulled some strings..."        
        
   "La  Familia," Lindsey said, joking. i shrugged.        
        
   "Front row, though?" she asked, still amazed. i just nodded.        
        
   "So, does Betsy like her as much as you do?" i asked.        
        
   "Oh," she said softly. i'd included a second ticket. "Um, we're kind of...
not... right now."        
        
   "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there... I mean you can bring whoever..."        
        
   She handed me the second ticket back. "Everyone I know who wants to go is
already going... with somebody, y'know?"        
        
   i felt that pang of possessiveness again. Even though both Lindsey and
Mistress had separately indicated they weren't interested, i still didn't like
the idea of it just being the three of us; chiefly because my fear was it would
end up just the two of them. But i'd already committed. Still, i handed the
ticket back to Lindsey.        
        
   "Just in case," i said, smiling. She kissed me on the top of my head and the
dashed out the door as dramatically as she'd entered. A small crowd had
gathered outside. i winked at them and they scattered like billiard balls after
the opening break.        
        
   Friday night seemed to take forever to arrive, and when it finally did i
drove to Mistress' house around six-thirty, walked up to the front door and
rang the bell.        
        
   She opened the door still dressed for work, smiled, and invited me in. i was
still as struck by the sterility of the mid-level of Her home as i had been
before. She gave me a long, soulful kiss.        
        
   "Now michael," She said when She had finished, "what have you got in store
for Mistress tonight?"        
        
   i handed Her one of the two tickets i still held. She examined it
thouroughly before gazing up at me with wonder in Her eyes.        
        
   "Tori Amos?" She asked. i nodded.        
        
    "How did you... how did you know?"        
        
   i thought that a bit of an odd question. "You, uh, you posted a couple of
times to rec.music.tori-amos," i said.        
        
   She shook Her head. "Not with THAT account." She sounded uncertain.        
        
   i nodded. "P.t.altaic@******.com," i confirmed.        
        
   She scrunched up Her face in concentration, trying hard to think back.
"Jesus! I must be getting really sloppy. What else have you dug up about me
that I didn't know was out there?"        
        
   i began to feel guilty. "Uh, several posts to talk.politics.animals, a
couple to alt.religion.wicca."        
        
   "And you read all of those?" She asked with awe in Her voice.        
        
   "Well, the wiccan ones were kind of hard to follow, but yes."        
        
   It was one of those moments i'd come to live for. For a second all the
collars and leashes, all the whips and dildoes and snakes, all faded away and
left the woman. The beautiful, beautiful woman.        
        
   "Wow," She said, effectively summing up my feelings as well.        
        
   On the drive to the auditorium i told Her i'd gotten tickets for Lindsey as
well, as it seemed like as good a "social" situation as any. Mistress seemed
even more pleased than before. i also explained in a little more detail than i
had with Lindsey about my aunt, and Mistress had a similar sort of reaction.   
    
        
   "you're proving to be a surprisingly resourceful young man, michael."       

        
   "Just lucky, i guess."        
        
   She grinned at me. "It's NEVER about luck, michael, remember that."        
        
   We arrived at the auditorium early enough that parking was merely bad as
opposed to horrendous. As cities went, we lived in a fairly smallish
metropolitan area, but we had several major burgs within an hour's drive so the
concert ended up being packed.        
        
   We waited outside for Lindsey to show up. The weather had turned again and
it was cold and drizzly.        
        
   As we scanned the crowd, i noticed a young woman with brown hair and large
glasses peering intently at Mistress.        
        
   "Doctor K-?" she asked, a little hesitantly.        
        
   "Doctor?" i asked, astonished. Mistress rewarded me with a hard slap.       

        
   The woman hung back, nervously, but Mistress smiled at her.        
        
   "Hello, Mandy, I should have expected to see you here. michael," She said
turning to me, "this is Mandy S-, a woman I work with. Mandy this is michael,
My slave."        
        
   Mandy didn't look too shocked about that. On closer inspection i noticed she
had a stud in her nostril and her ears were even more decked out in jewelry
than Lindsey's.        
        
   "Is Jeffery here with you?" Mistress asked.        
        
   "No," Mandy said angrily. "He was supposed to meet me, but I bet the son of
a bitch has gone off somewhere with his buddies to get high!"        
        
   i was only moderately following the conversation when i felt a tug at my
sleeve. i turned and saw Lindsey.        
        
   "Hey," she said, looking a little shy about interrupting.        
        
   Mistress noticed her and introductions were made all around.        
        
   "Isn't Betsy joining us?" Mistress asked and Lindsey went over that again,
finally admitting that she hadn't been able to find anybody else for the
remaining ticket.        
        
   "Mandy," Mistress asked, "where are you sitting?"        
        
   "Mezzanine, fifth row."        
        
   Mistress had a twinkle in Her eye. "Not anymore."        
        
  *  * * *         
        
    Everything i knew about Tori Amos came from a pair of badly dubbed tapes a
female friend at college liked to listen to. Seeing her in concert was a
revelation.        
        
   Seeing her pour her passion out on the stage, i couldn't help but be
reminded of Mistress in Her dungeon - they even had the same shade of red hair
- and i, quite boldly i suppose, put my arm around Her as the concert went on
and held Her tight.        
        
   Even though i enjoyed it, i was still sort of glad when the concert ended.
my hearing had always been incredibly sensitive and even when listening to
music i loved, i kept it down. Front row seats were a little too much for me.  
     
        
   We all left the auditorium feeling as though we'd been drained. The
experience had been intense, cathartic.        
        
   Mistress sent me off to fetch the car while She and "the girls" waited in
the relative shelter under the marquee. When i pulled around in Her car, i saw
Mandy writing something on the envelope i'd given the tickets to Lindsey in.
Mistress ordered me to drive them to their respective cars, which were both
blocks away on opposite sides of the auditorium. Good-byes were said by all and
eventually i drove Mistress and myself back to Her home.        
        
   For the first time, She went around to the back with me, pulling me along by
the hand. She dragged me all the way to Her den with my clothes still on and
tore off Her pants.        
        
   She still had enough energy left from the concert to pull my head down
between Her thighs, and i still had enough, barely, to satisfy Her.        
        
  *  * * *         
   i spent the rest of that night and most of Saturday experiencing heavy
bondage for the first time in our relationship. my legs were bent back to my
buttocks, shins strapped to my thighs; and my wrists were cuffed to their
opposing ankle so my arms formed an "X" behind my back.        
        
   Lastly, a latex hood completely covered my head, with a thick ball gag built
into the inside lining jammed into my straining jaw.        
        
   She left me on the floor like that for nearly eighteen hours: cold, cramping
and alone.        
        
   At six o'clock She released me and allowed me a half-hour to stretch out and
limber up before we headed out to the club. We had to inconveniently go by way
of my apartment, as i hadn't thought to bring my gear with me to the concert.  
     
        
   Again, She gave me the key to my chastity belt only upon our arrival, and i
had to find a vacant toilet stall in the men's locker room to take it off in;
smuggling it back out to my locker in a gym bag. i also re-experienced that
uncontrollable urge to masturbate once i was freed, but again i got control of
myself in time. i hated the way my hands flew to my groin the instant the belt
came off. It made me feel like an animal.        
        
   We hit the ball around a few times in practice, and then got down to
business. i played better the second time around; which was to say that instead
of losing 15-3 / 15-0, i lost 15-7 / 15-3.        
        
   When it was over, Mistress put Her hand on my arm and informed me that for
the second time i didn't have to put my belt back on in the locker room. That
made me very, very nervous.        
        
   It was dark out by the time i'd finished showering and changing. Mistress
was waiting in the lit parking lot by the trunk of Her car, which for some
reason was open.        
        
   As i drew near, She held up a piece of severe looking headgear. i looked
around the lot frantically. There were a few people about, but no one seemed to
be noticing.        
        
   "Put it on NOW, michael," She warned me sternly. It had a padded blindfold,
a fat, pear shaped plug for the mouth and even little rubber projections which
went into the ears while leaving most of the outer cartilage exposed. i pulled
the straps over my head and carefully eased in the various plugs. Mistress
pulled the buckles tight and i could feel a lock being snapped into place.     
  
        
   With a shove, i tumbled into the trunk and the jolt of it slamming shut
rattled my body.         
        
   Being in the gear itself was a bit like being out on a moonless winter night
when it's snowing and there's no wind. In spite of my deep sense of isolation,
or perhaps because of it, i was acutely aware of the way my body would be
pulled one way or another as Mistress made turns. The pattern didn't seem to
correspond to the route i remembered leading back to Her house; but if not
there, where were we going?        
        
   After a while the car stopped and the trunk opened, causing a flood of cold
air to spill over me. She hauled me out of the trunk and i got my footing.
Taking me by the waistband of my pants, She led me across a paved surface and
up a slight stoop, which tripped me up.        
        
   We entered a room that was incredibly hot and stuffy. It smelled like a
continuous war had been waging between the heavy stink of animals and the
noxious fumes of disinfectants. A cacophony on vibrations assaulted me as if
dozens, maybe hundreds, of dogs and cats were all barking and crying at me at
once.        
        
   She led me into another room where the air was very still and the smell of
disinfectant had clearly triumphed. my clothes were peeled from my body.       

        
   i felt another vibration in the air from across the room. Someone was
talking, and it wasn't Mistress. Mistress pushed me forward and a second pair
of soft, but unyielding, hands took hold of me. Together, they hefted me up
onto a freezing steel table. It was only about a third my length, and felt
unusually high up off the floor. my hands were tied up above my head and my
legs were pulled down and backwards over the sides of the table and strapped
into place, leaving my privates totally exposed. A final, seemingly superfluous
belt was strapped around my ribs, holding my torso firm against the frigid
metal.        
        
   What transpired next was a conversation i experienced entirely as sensation
against my skin. i could identify each participant by their position and the
unique "feel" of their voices as they spoke. There were in fact two other
people in the room besides myself and Mistress; and i quickly decided they were
both women, which only relieved me slightly.        
        
   Mistress stood just to left of me, and the other who had helped Her get me
on the table stood at the right. She, the other, began to tenderly massage my
straining chest and i was powerless to conceal they physical manifestation of
my... gratitude.        
        
   The third woman took up the position Mistress had been occupying. She began
to talk, and to play with my left nipple. Initially i thought there was
something odd about her fingers until i realized, after it was too late, that
she was wearing surgical gloves. She was tugging and twisting the little knob
of skin, coaxing it to harden.         
        
  Suddenly, something metal and unforgiving clamped down on it. The stranger
who'd been comforting me withdrew one hand and began to pull the clamp taut. A
wet cotton ball was swabbed around the trapped nipple and for a second it went
all tingly. i actually enjoyed the electric sensations as they shot through my
chest.        
        
   i guess my nipples were atypically soft for a man's, because the needle slid
right through my left one before my mind could even register what had happened.
       
        
   The pain hit me all at once and i convulsed wildly. my body tried to thrash
and buck but that "superfluous" strap held me down. Inside my gag, i screamed. 
      
        
   There was a lot of excited talking going on, with Mistress' voice coming
across as a solid, unwavering force that impacted on my body and sapped all
hope of resistance.        
        
   In a deft move, the needle was removed and what felt to be a ring was
emplaced. The cotton ball, or one just like it, was reapplied to the area, and
this time it stung. Then the two women, the fondler and the piercer, switched
sides. The padding of my blindfold absorbed my tears as i began to cry.        
        
   The right nipple was so much worse because i knew what was going to happen.
Despite the fondler's best efforts, my body was tensed up from the roots of my
hairs to the tips of my toes. Where i hadn't even noticed the first needle
until it was through me, the second felt like a skewer being methodically
shoved through my tender, screaming flesh. The second ring was put in, and the
blood was wiped up. Apparently i was so frightened, my pulse went through the
roof which made me a "gusher" in Mistress' words.         
        
   The piercer withdrew and seemed to get into a heated argument with Mistress,
who ended it with such a formidable bark of command that i began to shiver. The
fondler continued to try and soothe me, speaking soft, comforting words which i
read as warm, gentle breezes across my mortified flesh.        
        
   Not that anyone noticed, but i moaned like a man condemned when she cupped
her hand around my genitals and began to lift them away from my body. The
strong sobs that wracked me must have been apparent, though.        
        
   The piercer returned and started to pinch and play with - not my privates -
but rather the ridge of tissue just behind them and in front of my asshole.
Again, confusion and curiosity on my part helped distract me until the deed was
done and the hurt was upon me. Later, looking back on the experience, i was
amazed at how a part of my body i'd scarcely even been aware existed could
suddenly feel so excruciatingly alive.        
        
   A tiny set of "barbells" was screwed into place down there.        
        
   i thought that might be the end of it, but the last piercing was the worst,
in spite of its banality.        
        
   There was a snap-hiss loud and distinct enough for me to hear through the
plugs; accompanied by a monstrous tearing sensation in my left earlobe. i
howled in my mask like a maddened beast and whipped myself against my bonds so
savagely that they actually gave a little.        
        
   The piercer and Mistress began talking in low, hushed tones and left the
room. The fondler took the opportunity to plant a small kiss on the top of my
head. i caught a whiff of familiar perfume, and inside my gag gasped -
"Lindsey?" - and then she had left the room too; leaving me in the cold and the
silence to languish in fresh pain with every beat of my heart.        
        
   Eventually Mistress returned for me and undid the straps and ropes. She led
me - still naked - through the discordant room filled with animals and back out
across the parking lot where i was dumped unceremoniously into the trunk and
driven back to Her home.        
        
   The headgear stayed with me every step of the way as She guided me through
the house and into Her den, where She left me to stand quietly for a few
minutes. Then She returned and brought me to the bathroom and gently, but
firmly, eased me into a tub filled with warm water. The heat in the water
seemed to leach away the pain and calmed me greatly.        
        
   The lock on the buckles clicked and Mistress removed the straps and plugs as
tenderly as i had put them on. i kept my eyes closed at first, opening them
cautiously to deal with the sudden influx of light; but She'd seen to that as
well.        
        
   The bathroom was dimly, but comfortably lit by a handful of candles strewn
about on the sink and the toilet tank. In their flickering light, i timorously
glanced down and inspected the changes that my second loss had wrought.