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But how silly, darling! Is that why you haven’t wanted to play bondage games lately?

I told you at the time, didn’t I? I just wanted the branding irons in my initials as a symbol of your submission to me. I wasn’t planning actually to use them!

And I can see if you were thinking that already, that you might find it a bit worrying when I got those workmen in, to unblock the fire in our bedroom.

But I just thought it would be sexy sometimes to have a real fire going, you know? Just imagine the reflections of the flames on my shiny leather or latex, hmm?

And don’t the branding irons look awfully nice fixed to the wall above the fire, like that?

Really, though, I can’t believe you thought I might burn my initials into your flesh without consent! I mean, after all that fuss you made when I tried to play just a little with a lit cigarette against your skin? Do you remember? I’ve never heard such a noise! Imagine if I held a hot iron to your buttocks for a slow count of three. You’d scream the place down wouldn’t you? And we’d have the neighbours calling the police!

Well, unless you were really, really tightly gagged, obviously. Like with a couple of balled-up panties under that new muzzle gag I got you.

Or the inflatable gag, I suppose. That would be OK. And you’d need a harness, so you couldn’t struggle much, so the letter comes out nice and clearly.

But anyway, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going to do it, am I? So can you stop being so paranoid, and let your goddess wife start tying you up again, hmm?

Look – I’m wearing your favourite outfit. How about you let me tie you up tightly, just like I used to – OK? And do terrible, evil things to you.

Tell you what – I promise not to burn my initials deep into your quivering, naked flesh if you can get me to come three times!
Deal?

Joking! I’m joking… Good grief, darling. Try to keep a sense of proportion, OK?

A little talk

Hey honey. You wanna talk about what you saw Mommy and Daddy
doing last night?

No, I know you don’t honey.
But I think we should. It’s
nothing to be ashamed or afraid about.

Mommy and daddy were just a bit surprised when you burst into our room
like that, that’s all.

See… when a man loves a woman very much he wants to… well,
to make her happy. And Daddy likes to
make Mommy happy you see, because he loves me very much. And when a man and a woman are married, what
you saw last night is one of the things they do.

Well, sure it hurts Daddy, honey. Like at school, when Mrs Andrews hits you
with the paddle. Only Daddy takes his shorts off, so I guess it hurts even
more.

Yeah, I have a cane too, honey. And you know how much that hurts from when
you had to see the Headmistress that time, don’t you?

But see, Daddy doesn’t really mind that it hurts. Because he wants to make me happy and he
knows that I’ll only do that to him when there’s something he’s done that makes
me cross, you see.

Yeah, I know how much you hate being paddled, honey. But that’s Mrs Andrews. She’s an old lady. Daddy wouldn’t like being paddled by an old
lady. But when a man and a woman are
about the same age, it’s different, see, because –

Like you and Suzie?
What do you mean, like you and Suzie, honey? Suzie Franklin?

No, really honey, just tell me. Mommy promises not to be angry.

Did she? Wow. Over her knee like a little boy, huh? Did she pull your trousers down when she
smacked you?

Mmmm. Well, yeah, OK.
That’s kinda the same thing. I used to
spank boys across my knee when I was a teenager too, actually! It’s a good game. Did you enjoy it?

Yeah? It got
stiff? Did that feel good? Sure, no, that’s great.

Well yeah, see, that’s just like it feels between me and
Daddy, honey. Only Daddy’s thing can’t
get stiff because of that tube.

Suzie’s a really nice girl, isn’t she? I’ve always liked her – big and strong, like
her Mom!

So… do you wanna invite Suzie round some time? Maybe for Sunday lunch? You could help Daddy with the cooking, how
about that? Girls really like it when boys cook for them, and serve them at
table and stuff like that. And maybe if Suzie’s not happy about any of the food
or your attitude, maybe she could take you upstairs with a hairbrush, huh?

Well, yeah. Kinda
like a girlfriend, honey. Do you think
she’d like that?

Well, I think she’d like that. You’re a cute boy – I’m sure lots of girls
want to put you across their knee!

Oh – hey! Don’t be
embarrassed honey! I’m not embarrassed,
am I? No. I’m really glad we’ve had this talk.

Now why don’t you go and tell Daddy he can come down? He’s up on the landing, standing in his
naughty corner with his face against the wall.
You can tell him we’ve had this little talk, and that it’s all OK now,
OK? It was really Daddy’s fault see – he was supposed to lock our door. So Mommy got quite cross with him, and he’s
probably still quite sore. But actually,
I think I’m glad all this happened, so we could have this talk! Aren’t you?

I’m sure Suzie will be. I think I’m really going to like Suzie.

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begin

Priorities

He paused. There was
something about the way the crease folded that reminded him…now what was it?

… and then it all came flooding back. His doctoral thesis on optimal protein
folding. How after three years of study
he had had to admit defeat in trying to find a universal enzyme that could take
instruction from injected RNA. Yet this
was it! Yes! If the outer sulphite chain just
folded back – right back, doing a quarter turn around and then running parallel in almost a
mirror image to the main sequence then… well, the possibilities were endless.
Any RNA chain could be processed straight through into an optimally folded protein sequence. Tailored enzymes could repair nucleotides damaged by… well, anything. Even old age could be curable with the right combination of instructions. And of course, it was the breakthrough cancer researchers had been seeking since the 1980s!

Excitedly, he began to imagine how he could put these
insights out there – a post on the Genzyme blog, for instance, to establish
priority as the originator of the idea, then a short paper in Enzyme Research. Of course, he’d need some lab time to demonstrate the technique, but he was sure the biotech labs would be queuing up to –

Then he paused. This
wasn’t getting the ironing done, and She’d said that it all had to be done
before Kurt arrived, so there would be time to do all of his laundry too. And his socks and underpants had to be carefully hand-washed.

Plus, he admittedly mournfully to himself, the last time he
had tried mentioning anything about his doctoral studies, he’d been soundly
paddled for being ‘too clever for his own good’. She didn’t approve of his having ideas above his station. And his station was so low, he’d yet to encounter an idea that was not.

Perhaps it was better just to forget about it. Anyway, it had been almost eight years since
he’d ben allowed to look at a book, or watch TV or access the Internet. Probably cancer had been cured by now. It wasn’t the sort of thing She’d have mentioned to him, after all. They didn’t have conversations about that sort of thing.

It was all a matter of priorities, he told himself. And with his bottom still extremely sore from
the consequences of that spilt milk yesterday, he knew where his priorities
lay.

Switching the iron to ‘steam’ he firmly smoothed away the
complex twisting shape that had appeared by chance before him, leaving just a
neat, straight crease. Not too sharp.

Just the way She liked it.

Croaked

The Frog Prince

The frog sat still on Princess Maria’s palm, its only
movement an occasional bulging out of its throat, as its big round eyes watched
her.

“A prince?” she said thoughtfully, after a while. “Prince of where?”

“Of Lower Lotharingia”, the amphibian croaked. “A land of prosperous farmers and merchants
waiting to welcome me back with my beautiful queen, if you would do me that homour. It is blessed with a fine climate, and
limitless wealth from its – “

“Silver mines” she interrupted. “Yes, I know all about them. Daddy lets me sit in on the military
briefings. We’ve 200,000 men poised on the
borders, and we’ve made a deal with Upper Lotharingia to split the country
between us. The enemy army’s just a bunch of part-time soldiers – merchants and farmers. They won’t last two days against our armoured divisions. Then we can enslave the survivors and put them to work in the silver mines. Daddy thinks we can double
the output! A chain-gang of 30 miners can produce almost 30 ounces of silver a day, if they’re whipped hard enough.”

“So why would I want to marry you?”

“But… but you could be a beloved queen, and – “ the frog
began.

“Or a despotic empress” she laughed, picking the animal up
by its back foot, where it dangled helplessly for a moment, before being tossed
onto the sun-baked flagstones for the crows.

Try clicking on ‘fairy tale’ in that word cloud to the right, if you liked the words, and on ‘heart-stopping beauty’ if you preferred the pictures.

Price discrimination

Good session for you?
Great.

Yeah, it got pretty intense there in the middle, didn’t
it? I really thought you were about to
use the safeword. You were like – oh my
god, I can’t take this. But you just
about got through it, didn’t you? You look pretty exhausted now, though!

Oh – while you’re getting dressed. There’s something I wanted to mention, about
session rates.

See, I’ve realised I’ve just got too many clients and it
seems crazy that a session I really actually enjoy with some devoted old slave
costs the same per hour as a one-off with a businessman visiting from Tokyo, or
something.

So I got together with Anne, and we, like, went through the list of
all my regulars, you know. So the ones I
actually like sessioning with were rated ‘A’ and they’ll only pay half rates
and so on.

Yeah, it’s a good idea isn’t it? Should have done it ages ago.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you were rated
‘D’. So if you want to keep on
sessioning with me, you’ll be paying five times as much as you have been.

Hmm? Oh no! It’s not
that I don’t want to session with you any more!
You’re not an ‘E’. I just need a
lot more money to tolerate spending time with someone as irritating as you,
that’s all.

OK, you can go and get
dressed now.

Still here? Go on – fuck off.

The part of the lovely Tiffany Naylor in this little tale was played by the lovely Tiffany Naylor. Who, I am sure, never tells her clients to fuck off unless that’s what they want. Or need.

Let down your hair

No – don’t try to struggle.
I tie men up for a living you know!
I do know how to make sure they can’t get free. Just wait quietly while the glue sets.

I said quietly!
There’s really no point in trying to talk. I can’t understand what you’re saying through
that gag. And anyway, I don’t care.

You know, I thought I recognised your voice, when you phoned
to make the appointment? But I couldn’t
place it. But the very moment you walked
through the door, I remembered of course.
Billy. Billy the bully.

I suppose you call yourself ‘William’ now, do you? Maybe
you’re a reformed character too, hmm? Or
are you just as unpleasant to the people you work with as you were to us at
school? Hmm? Especially the women, I expect. Unless you want something from them – I’ll
bet you’re a real arse-licker to boss, hmm?
You always were.

So now here we are.
Dominatrix and client. Helen and
William. God – that year when we had
French together with Madame Kerguelen! I
was sitting right on front of you. I
don’t think my head ever stopped hurting that year. You were such an evil little bastard. You know I even got detention once for crying
out, when you tugged really hard? Maybe
I should do that to you too – make you sit alone in a room for a few hours.

But it’s the hair-pulling that I really want you to
try. You see all that apparatus up
there? Well, when that glue has set in
your hair, the cords I’ve threaded all the way through it will be meshed firmly
into your hair. And I’ll attach them to
some of those chains and then we’ll start to have some fun.

“A bit of fun”?
Wasn’t that how you always described it?

Well, Billy boy, this is a pro-domme dungeon and I really
know how to have fun. Pull the hair and
make her cry, that was your favourite game, wasn’t it? Well, here we’ll play it with grown-up
equipment.

I’ll attach the chains to some of those little pullies I’ve
got up there, and I’ll put weights on them.
And we can slowly pull your hair.
You see – I’ve got some on the side, as well? So I can pull parts of your hair in different
directions. And I think from time to
time I’ll pick one up in my hand and attach a particularly heavy weight – and
then I’ll drop it. For a good old-fashioned
tug.

Just like old times.

The part of Domina Rapunzel in this tale was played by the original, mysterious, alluring and occasionally terrifying Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

Trustee

Ah, now that’s Servitor. Nasty perverted little piece of work, but
he’s a trustee now so he’s allowed outside.

You see, we had this competition among
inmates for ideas on how life here could become less pleasant. And Servitor came up with the daily branding.
Of course, we already knew that the inmates hate the branding iron, more than
anything else. But you can’t burn them
every day, they wouldn’t last their sentences.

So this clever little weasel came up with
the idea of strapping each inmate down every day. The guard stands behind the prisoner, and
grabs a red-hot iron, but she also grabs one that’s just slightly warm. Then another guard rolls two dice. If she
rolls two sixes, he gets the glowing brand, if she rolls anything else he gets
the cold one. But the movement is just
the same each time, so he won’t know until he feels it.

We do them in rows of 10 or so. According to this little worm, there’s a 25%
chance of at least one of them being burnt in each row. Every single day, back
they come, for their branding time.

Quite the clever little worm! But not a very lucky one are you,
prisoner? Show Sergeant Woods your arse!

See? Got three already. He probably goes around all day dreading
it. They all do. More than two years of his sentence to go… how many more double sixes, eh Servitor?

Every one of them richly, richly deserved.

The parts of the lovely (but firm!) guards in this short tale were played by Mistress Eleise de Lacey and Miss Woods. The part of the clever servitor was played with some difficulty by the real, stupid, Servitor.

Making babies together

Hey there! Morning
tiger! How ya doing?

You want to ring a doctor? Oh! Why? Is something wrong?

Awww… not too personal to tell me, surely honey?

Not gonna tell? OK. Let me guess. The end of your prick has swollen up and it’s
red and sore, right? And you’re feeling
kinda woozy?

Uh huh. Well, I know
what that is.

What!?? No! It is NOT a sexually transmitted
disease. Honey!

No, it’s much more beautiful
than that. We’re going to have a baby!
Well… I am. But you’re going to
hatch it.

Remember when we fucked last night, and you felt a sudden
sharp sting at the end of your cock?
Well, that was me! And it wasn’t a sting, it was an egg-laying
proboscis. And right now my lovely
little daughter is all curled up inside your cock, ready to grow.

No…no, don’t try to leave, honey. She wants to be with her Mommy. And if she senses we’re growing far apart,
she’ll release more of the paralysis toxin.
The only reason you’re conscious is that I’m here. She only needs to do that for a few days,
though. She’s got filaments spreading
along your nerve fibres, and when they reach your brain she can take
control. You’ll be free to move and
speak and stuff, but she’ll be in charge.
That way she can keep you safe as she incubates and feeds. It’s like being carried around wrapped in a cushion
of your favourite food!

Hmm? Oh, about nine
months, rather like you humans. She’ll
burrow up into your torso in about a week or so, though, there’s not enough
flesh in your cock to sustain her for more than a few days. She’s got feeding
tendrils that’ll spread throughout your body… muscles, liver, lungs. She’ll take a little from everywhere, try to
keep you alive as long as possible. Your brain’s probably going to be last on her menu – it’s kinda yummy but if you eat it up too quick, the host dies too soon.

Anyway, have some of this fruit. You’re probably hungry,
right? That’s her as well, trying to
fatten you up. I’ll fix breakfast. You want some
pancakes? I can do pancakes, the old-fashioned way. With maple syrup!

Legal niceties

Well, I
don’t know which out-of-date law books you’ve been reading, Mr Harris, but as
your attorney I have to inform you that you are labouring under a complete
misapprehension. There hasn’t been
‘alimony’ for over ten years, now.
There’s no question of your retaining any money, once you’re no longer
married! Your joint bank account will be
closed so of course any income you receive will be paid into hers, for a period of time of not less than eight years.

What? Division between the parties? What are you talking about? In a lesbian marriage sure, there’s a need to split the property. But there’s only one female party in this case, so of course everything goes to her.

No – the
only question for the judge is whether you’ll be sufficiently self-motivated to
continue to work hard under these arrangements, or whether she should be given
possession of you for a period of time to ensure collection.

Hmmm? Well, yes of course that would be slavery Mr
Harris. What else did you expect?

Now… your
wife’s lawyers are insisting on 25 years slavery with full punitive rights as a
non-negotiable item in the settlement.
But that’s probably just a tactic.
If we offer – say – ten years in her service, with whipping rights but
no branding, we’d probably get into a negotiation and with a bit of luck you’ll
be out of chains in, oh, fifteen years at the most, without too much damage.

Hmmm. Oh dear.
Except we have Judge Elliott.
She’s not usually very favourable to men. How do you feel about offering your wife
castration rights? That could sway
things quite a bit. We can try for a
guarantee of anesthetic, if you’re squeamish.

My fees, Mr Harris? Oh don’t worry about that. The question of legal fees won’t even arise until you’ve completed your period of servitude to her. Then the accumulated sum and interest is converted to a simple annual payment, with a court-appointed overseer given whipping rights to ensure collection. But my fees will be quite light – don’t worry. Of course, you’ll have to pay her lawyers too. But in any case, that’s at least fifteen years away, so I wouldn’t worry about it now.

Now… your wife’s likely to want to put you over the witness bench and have you cross-examined. So the court can determine how badly you’ve behaved to her. So, let’s make a list of all the ways you have wronged her over the years. Selfishness, harsh words, betrayal, unkind thoughts about her… that kind of thing. It’s best to be as honest as possible with me at this stage, as it will all come out in court, anyway. Opposing counsel can be very persuasive and they can keep you strapped there over the witness bench as long as they like.

What’s that, Mr Harris? Have I ever been through a divorce? What a peculiar question to ask your lawyer. Yes, I have as a matter of fact. Twice, actually. So I suppose I do know a bit about what you’re going through.

Hmmm? Yes, I suppose my ex-husbands do know all about it too! I don’t know much about what they thought of it, though. I don’t really speak to them very often. And of course, they’re not allowed to speak without my permission or in response to a specific order, so we don’t talk much.

No, they’re not here. I don’t keep them in the office. The man scrubbing the floor you probably saw on the way in belongs to Julie, my secretary. I handled the case for her, actually. Believe me – you do not want to end up like him! We ended up setting a legal precedent there – he’d only been married six months but she got him for twenty-seven years! Quite a triumph. But I’m on your side in this one – so you’ve really nothing to worry about. Have you?

As you might have realised, the part of the helpful divorce lawyer in this tale was played by the glorious Eleise de Lacy. Yeay!