Nusquam

“I’ll want you to crawl for me... to the bathroom. A nice hot bath and then I’ll also want some photos and take some measurements. If you’re a good girl for me I will masturbate you before binding you for the evening.”

With her words, Kelly’s right hand lowers, her finger tips diddling a chafed yet well exposed mons, the spreader bar dictating a pose of both humiliation and vulnerability.

Is that a smile Kelly detects?

Chapter Six

Once again Kelly ruminates during the drive home. Pattie LaMange was quite obedient, as expected, despite her apprehension about being photographed completely nude and made to pose most explicitly for the camera. For the Director, the spread shots will be telling, Pattie’s inner labia nearly crimson with the rush of sexual delight brought by such forced exhibitionism, her vagina glistening with feminine juices.

What is it that so thrills the likes of Pattie LaMange... thoughts of Kelly’s masturbating fingers? Exposing herself and her most intimate anatomy through the camera lens to unknown eyes? Being weighed and measured as would a piece of beef?

Then Kelly’s thoughts divert to the danger. Another hour or two on the horse and Pattie’s exhausted legs would surely have succumbed to the excruciating agony of having her most delicate feminine parts pressed by her full weight against the unyielding and gruff plank of th

e horse. Without timely relief, damage would follow, resulting perhaps in a lifetime of having to utilize catheters to pee.

There is also the peril of orthostatic syncope which, if not countered, can lead to death. If Pattie’s long ordeal resulted in fainting, not uncommon when the body is long held upright, her circulation system would ultimately shut down if not relieved.

The visiting sadist, real name unknown to Pattie, was sloppy in that regard. No doubt she will not be returning and knew such when she began her afternoon of amusing torment.

Where does her demented client find them? And on this occasion submitting to a woman!

Yes, Kelly becomes convinced that, putting aside her sizable commission, Nusquam will be best for Pattie LaMange. No subjugant was ever in mortal danger or seriously injured there during her tenure at the discrete enclave. Conversely, she recalls the first rate medical facility, the many hours of nursing care offered, the exacting diet... tasteless yet balanced... the nutrition levels measured with scientific precision to compensate for the demanded exertion, desired shapeliness, and role to be fulfilled by the subjugant.

Pattie will live out her days in masochistic bliss... owning nothing... being nothing... real name known to no one... a non entity in the vanilla world... having no obligations other than to serve... obediently serve. She will be bathed, groomed, fed, exercised, shaped, have not a care... and be masturbated... perhaps masturbated. There are those that are held in endless chastity when such is deemed best. But with Pattie’s ability to squirt, she will certainly be put on display from time to time... her cunny made to perform as a source of obscene entertainment.

Yes, Kelly wonders indeed what will be the role of heiress Patricia Lamande... what function she will fulfill. Well shaped, alluring before submitting to baldness, she will certainly gain attraction... but from whom?

If she is fortunate she will appeal to a male member... young and virile. The sadism and resulting torment will be notable, but ultimately it is sex that is desired and such culminates any escapades. But being under the tutelage of the women! That can be daunting... sex being secondary to what Kelly can only term as revenge... unending revenge for being sweet... youthful... attractive... naively innocent.

As Kelly guides the car to her driveway, she plans a late evening. Some dozen photos are to be uploaded and emailed, many measurements... wrists, biceps, neck, waist, thighs at the knees, ankles, even the depth of her vaginal sheath... to be transmitted.

And the breasts... yes the mammoth cup size will surely gain attention.

Kelly is confident... she will be given the nod... permission to discuss Nusquam... and urge heiress Patricia LaMange to offer herself as a candidate.

Chapter Seven

Kelly grasps her medical bag, steps from the car then pauses, turning her head to stare at the thick packet of paperwork on the passenger seat. Should she bring the Fedex delivery with her?

The Director forwarded the many legal docs overnight, the photos and data on Patricia LaMange receiving an enthusiastic response. Would it be premature to present the legal paperwork concurrent with her explanation and overview of Nusquam?

Kelly steps back, opens the car door and retrieves the envelope. It cannot hurt to have it ready. Pattie may find herself equally enthusiastic.

The paperwork joins the medical bag and Kelly locks the car and proceeds to the posh apartment building of Patricia LaMange, mentally planning her words and explanations and also speculating in what form, what condition she will find her client. Who has tormented her on this afternoon... fed her addiction.

Past the doorman, into the elevator, Pattie’s neighbors have come to assume the girl is ill, disabled, not able to leave the apartment, requiring daily a visit from a tending nurse. If they only knew the details of her aftercare... or more shocking... the deviant antics undertaken in Pattie’s expensively equipped chamber of pain and degradation.

The doorlock yields and Kelly wonders how many keys to Pattie’s swanky abode are in circulation. It seems half the New York D/s community has access... has visited... has tormented.

Entering, the vast penthouse is silent... no moans... to pleas for attention in response to the rattle of the lock and latching of the door.

No afternoon play?

To the dungeon, Kelly pushes open the door. There is more silence as a hand reaches to the light switch. The room alights and Kelly encounters a sight which would shock the neophyte.

The motionless naked and hairless form of Pattie LaMange hangs upright inches above the floor in suspension, wrists restrained behind her back, the spreader bar obscenely forcing apart enticingly proportioned thighs to expose the girl’s sex. Kelly is relieved in noting the well endowed chest heaves, the girl is breathing. The suspension gear was purchased at great cost, a transformed parachute harness, safe and ironically comfortable. Yet Kelly realizes that indeed her prognostication of orthostatic syncope has overtaken the voluptuous form... and perhaps mercifully. For protruding from all parts pink... nipples, labia, and she must assume clitoral hood... are dozens of needles.

An extinguished Sterno can on a nearby table evidences that the excruciating agony was augmented with searing heat... which ironically also serves to cauterize and suppress bleeding... and inhibit infection.