The title of the story, after all, is "On the Seventh Day." So what happens then? What happens next?
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On the Seventh Day (3)
SATURDAY: Masochism
Robert took her out to dinner. He
bought her expensive food, he took good care of her. He complimented
her beautiful collar. He asked how she was doing. At no point in the
conversation did has ask Danni about what she had done so far that
week. At no point did he say anything that was the slightest bit
insulting, degrading, or humiliating. He didn't give her any orders,
didn't even order food for her.
After dinner, he asked whether she
would rather go back to her place or to his.
When they got to his apartment, he
offered her coffee, or wine. Told her to make herself comfortable. When she asked if that meant stripping, he smiled, told her that was
up to her, then went to get the coffee.
He came back with two mugs, let her
choose the one she wanted. Then he sat down opposite her and took a
sip.
“What's going on?” she asked after
a few seconds had passed.
“What do you mean?” He took
another sip, crossed one leg over the other.
“You haven't done anything to me.”
He laughed. “Was I supposed to?”
“I thought that was the plan. I
thought that was the whole idea of the week. Each of you would have a
go at me, in your own special ways.”
Robert nodded. “Yeah, that's right.”
“So what's this? You're just being
nice to me. Is this some kind of kink I've just never seen before?”
“There's nothing wrong with being
nice,” he said. “Besides, today is all about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“The sixth day,” he said. “The
last M, the last letter. Masochism. Today is about you feeling pain.
And enjoying it.”
“I don't enjoy pain.”
He smiled at her. “You will. Now,
are you ready to get started?” He put down his coffee and waved a
hand towards a closed door.
Inside, there was a padded stool, a
half dozen lit candles, and a number of the tools that Owen had shown
her yesterday.
“Take your pick,” he said. “Would
you rather be bound to the stool, to the floor, against the wall, or
not at all?”
“I get to choose?”
He nodded. “You can choose whatever
you like. If you want to be bound, I'll even let you choose how. But
you don't have to be. I'd recommend it, though.”
“Why?”
He smiled. “It's more fun when you
struggle. And more fun, for you, when you can.”
She walked over to the stool. Bent
over it, let the padding press against her stomach. It was actually
pretty comfortable.
He gave her the choice of whether or
not to have her ankles bound, then let her choose how. He let her
choose how to have her wrists shackled, and how much movement she
would be allowed to have.
Once she was secure, he took out a key
and unlocked her chastity belt. She moaned happily when it fell to
the floor, hoping that meant Robert was going to fuck her. Danni
wriggled her ass at him.
He put his hand on her ass, rubbed it
gently. Then he gave her a little smack. Not hard, but it made her
jump.
“Sorry,” he said. “But I didn't
let you out for that.”
She groaned. He spanked her again with
a flat hand.
“There's something about pain,” he
said, spanking her again, a little bit harder. “We feel pain to
warn us that there's something wrong.” Another hit. “It's meant
to let our brains know before any real damage is done. That's why it
burns when you touch something hot. But if you touch something too
hot, you don't feel it. The nerves burn away too fast.”
He hit her again. She gasped, bit her
lip. “When we first register pain, it's just the body trying to
warn you.” Another spank, harder than before. “But that's only at
first.”
He rubbed where he had been hitting,
the gentle touch making her skin burn even more.
“The brain is a powerful thing.”
Robert walked away from her. Danni pulled a little at her bonds,
struggling. He was right. It was better when she could struggle.
He came back and she heard something
swishing through the air. Then a blast of pain lanced across her ass.
Another swish, and another flash of pain.
“After a little while, when the pain
continues but damage isn't done, you adapt.” He hit her again, and
she gasped, but it wasn't pain. Not exactly. The sensation was there,
strong as before. But Danni wasn't entirely sure what it was.
“It's confusing, isn't it?”
another flash of sensation.
Then she heard Robert move again, and
he bent over in front of her. He reached up to her breasts, fondling
them gently, then played with her nipples a bit. She moaned in
pleasure.
Then she gasped as he pinched. He
stepped away, but the pinching didn't stop. She looked down, and saw
little clamps on her nipples, dangling free in the air. She took
several shallow breaths, as much gasps as anything else, as he walked
around behind her again.
He rubbed her ass, then gave it
another spank. She moaned. Smiled.
“You see?” He said, hitting her
again. “After a while, when the sensations continue but the body
isn't damaged, the brain starts releasing endorphins.” He rubbed,
then spanked. “A lot of sensation means a lot of endorphins.” He
hit her, and she moaned again.
“That's the trick of it.” He let
her enjoy the feeling and stepped away again. “Enough sensation,
and a little switch goes off. The brain is releasing endorphins to
deal with what it thinks is a whole lot of damage.”
She hissed when the first drop of wax
hit her skin. It cooled almost immediately. Didn't hurt. It was hot,
but it felt good. Then another drop hit. She moaned.
“You see?” he said. “As long as
we build up slow, things stop hurting. They start feeling good.” He
let another drop of wax fall onto her skin. “It feels good, doesn't
it?” She moaned, then nodded.
“And we're just getting started.”
SUNDAY: The bet
Danni woke up sore all over. Her skin
felt raw, her muscles felt tense. She wanted to shower, to relax in
the hot water, but she was afraid what it would feel like on her
skin. Besides, she had to meet with the boys for lunch. That was the
deal. Robert had left her a note to remind her before putting her to
bed.
They were all smiles when she got
there. They had a seat of honor ready for her, and they even
applauded when she got there.
On the plate in front of her was a
small key, the key to the lock around her neck. There was also a box
on the table, wrapped like a gift.
“What's going on?” she asked,
sitting down and smiling at all of them.
“That's your key,” Kyle said.
“Your week is up, you did it all, experienced everything we could
show you. What did you think?”
She laughed. “It was amazing,” she
said. “And degrading. And horrific.” She stretched her neck. “And
wonderful.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Danni looked over at Mike, remembering
her time in his clutches. She shrugged. “Not necessarily,” she
said. “I don't know if I can keep up like last week. But that
doesn't mean I have to stop. Right?”
The boys exchanged glances. There was
a bit of laughter. Some looks of gloating.
“No, you don't have to stop.”
Brian smiled at her. “But you're right. We can't keep up that kind
of pace. Not forever.”
“So you have to pick.” Danni
darted her eyes over to Owen. He raised a glass of water to her in
toast. “Which was your favorite?”
“What?”
“Which one did you like best?”
Robert cleared his throat. “Did you like bondage, discipline,
dominance, submission, sadism, or masochism best?”
“I have to choose just one?”
“More or less,” Kyle said.
“Doesn't mean that's all we'll do. You just have to pick out which
one you had the most fun with.”
She looked between the boys, replaying
the last week in her mind. Going through each of them, one by one.
“If you want to keep going,” Kyle
said, “Just hand the key to whoever you want it to go to. Then take
the box into the bathroom and put your belt back on.” He gestured
at the box.
Danni took a deep breath. Which was
best?
She looked at Brian, thought about the
sensory deprivation. She looked at Frank, thought about the way he
had used her like a servant, just given her instructions and
expecting her to follow them. Then at Kyle with his complete control
over her body, over her orgasm. At the way Mike had forced her into
the depths of submission. At Owen's cruel sadism. At Robert and his
gentle style as he brought out the masochist within her.
She stood up and picked up the box.
“I'll be right back,” she said. She headed for the bathroom.
“But who do you pick?” Owen called
after her. “Who wins the bet?”
She smiled, though they couldn't see
her.
“I do,” she said.
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