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I gave her a quick kiss on the lip she was biting, and was happy I hadn’t bitched at her about it like her mother. “I can share a little more with you now that we’re married, but still not everything. Now that you know this, though, you’ll need an appointment with Zeke, our main attorney, so he can coach you through what to say if LEO wants to ask you questions.”

“I don’t say anything. I call an attorney to speak for me.”

“Exactly right, but you’ll still need a conversation with Zeke. Club rules for ol’ladies we share anything at all with.”

Chapter 49

Daisy

The appointment date arrived with the piercer, and Master forbid me from speaking starting about twenty-four hours before. He’s relaxed those rules a lot, but I was nervous about it and I got on his nerves, so he put chopsticks on my tongue for about twenty minutes and then told me no talking for any reason unless asked a direct question until after I had all the holes in my body I’d agreed to.

We’d already gone over all the paperwork the piercer would want me to sign, in detail, as well as the other printouts the guy had given Master — what would happen during the piercing, what I was likely to feel, and exactly what to do for aftercare. I knew everything I needed to know, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t answering my questions. I was just nervous.

The guy finally arrived, and I could only stare at his big hands. Thin, with really long fingers. He had kind eyes, thank goodness, because his hands were a little scary.

“You don’t need to know his name,” Master told me. “You’ll call him Sir. Tell him all of the piercings you want.”

I ran down the list, he asked me a few questions about my health in general, whether I was feeling as if I might be coming down with something, whether I’d had a fever in the past week, and if I’d been around someone sick in the past week. Later, when I asked Viper why he’d asked me that, Viper said when you get that many piercings all at once, it’s a shock to the system, andyou don’t want to do that at the same time your immune system kicks in to fight off an illness.

“Have you had alcohol, marijuana, or any other mind-altering substance in the past two days?”

“No, Sir. Master gave me a little wine on our wedding night. That’s the last I had anything to drink.”

He looked at Master, who told him, “Monday night.”

Finally, the piercer guy said, “This is important, Daisy. Do you give your Master authorization to make all decisions about placement, hole size, and jewelry for the fourteen piercings you want?”

I nodded, realized he needed more, and said, “Yes. Master gets the final say in all of that.”

He had me sign all of the documents. I’d already read through them, so I only glanced to make sure they were the same, and I signed and dated them all.

Once I was finished, Master told me, “Go downstairs, put the largest wiffle ball into your mouth, get your full-faced hood from its stand, and sit on the new gynecological table — it’s finally time to break it in.”

I sat on the table at least ten minutes before Master and Sir came downstairs. Master put the hood on me, with the thick straw sticking out of my mouth and through a tiny hole in the mask so I could breathe, but with the eyes completely closed.

He bound my hands to the sides of the table, near my thighs, and Sir told Master, “I need to hear her safe signal.”

“Let him hear it, Daisy May.”

I don’t have a safeword, but Master had told me I’d need one to show the piercer. He’d also told me if I used it in any way other than to confirm it when asked, I’d eat nothing but asparagus, plain rice, and sardines for a week, it would take me months to earn hot water in the shower again, and I’d bepunished for an hour per day until I could prove I’d learned my lesson.

I snapped my fingers three times for Sir, and then I listened while the two men decided on exactly where on my nipples they were going to pierce.

I knew they were getting close when I felt the forceps on my left nipple, and I followed instructions when Sir told me to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Letting it out slowly turned into a squeal, which ended in something between a scream and a yelp, because it fuckinghurt. I found out later, they used a ten-gauge needle, which is a bigger hole than normal.

The second hurt so much worse, possibly because I was evenmoretense than I’d been for the first.

And then Master talked me through lying back and putting my feet into the stirrups, and I felt the lid over them snapping in place. Trapping them.

Master put headphones over the hood, so I heard relaxing music and could no longer hear their conversation. When I started to panic, he lifted the one from my left ear away and told me, “I’ll take them off once it’s time to start the piercing. So long as the headphones are on, no needles will go into you. We’ll be marking the spots and doing a lot of measuring, and this part might take thirty minutes or more. Relax, my little flower — that’s an order. You don’t want to displease me today, do you?”

I shook my head, and he said, “Once the earpiece is adjusted, give me a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down to let me know if it’s comfortable.”

He settled the earpiece back and then adjusted the whole thing, and I gave him a thumbs-up. Despite the fact I was naked and wide open, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

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