From: elf@coho.halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: Journal Entry 169/0412 [ Kathy On The Beach, Part I ] Date: 13 Nov 1994 09:44:22 GMT Organization: Northwest Nexus Inc. Lines: 227 Message-ID: <3a4n5m$7rh@news.halcyon.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: coho.halcyon.com Cerim 24, 0412 I breathed in the warm night air of an alien world, and contemplated what I was going to do, that night. The sea was green, yes, at night, but the moon was small, and the sands were volcanic black, and the trees, using some sort of hemophyll, were a rust color. But they did burn, and I collected firewood. I glanced at the display on my securor-droid, Voll, to see the weather report, and found it satisfactory. It's shaped like a dog, only a stainless steel one. It's not sentient, and Wendy watched me through it. I glanced at the time. Magic. I felt it all around me, the magic of nature, of Clarke's technology, and most importantly, of what it was I was going to do tonight. For tonight I was going to do something I had sworn was on the other side of my limit. My relationship with Kathy was spectacular, both in our affection, and the heights to which we drove our understandings of power, and submission. We discussed our scenes beforehand, and she had never yet used the word. But I stopped at breaking the skin. I did that once, when using a light whip, and immediately stopped the scene. She was disappointed, but she understood. That was my limit, I was making a mark. But tonight, of her own free will, I would shed Kathy's blood on this sand, and leave a mark on her body nature could not erase. "You have got to be kidding." I was sure she was. "No, Ken, listen, I'm deadly serious. I want this." "But, but... Look, remember that time with the whip? You know I can't stand blood." "Bullshit. You've a registered medical degree, you're registered on the Cutter's list." Her voice softened. "Look, Ken, it's symbolic. I love you. I want to do this as a symbol of just how far that goes. Look, I know you. You write in your journals every day, you write poetry, position papers. I know you, I know you write. I haven't lived with you for almost a year now without knowing that. You've a romantic soul, and you know it. You can understand, can't you?" she said, in that frustratingly pleading voice that always melted my heart. And the most damning thing about the whole thing was that Yes, I did understand what she meant, what she wanted. I'd seen the vast and profound depths of her soul she wanted to explore; I'd even seen them in me, and that's scary. From behind me, I heard her whisper one word, "Please?" I stood there, my back to her, and said, "Okay. Three days from now, Isilya, okay? Meet Lance at transporter room three, and he'll know where to send you." She looked at me, unsure. "Are you sure you want to do this, Ken?" "No, I'm not sure at all. Yes, I am. Yes, I do. But, Kathy..." "Yeah?" "One thing. You realize that once I start, the word doesn't work. Once it's begun, there's no way to stop it." She looked at me, then nodded. "I know." I looked up. The moon was almost overhead. Ian had been ticked that I'd asked for shore leave today, but he knew he didn't need me and Gods know I deserved some. Besides, I could always pull the 'personal emergency' crap on him. I picked up the magnesium charge I'd brought and threw it into the firewood. The bonfire lit, and with the way I'd made it, it would burn for hours. It cast a great glow over the black beach. I checked my pocket, for the three needles, the hook, and the lock. They were there, all in their respective boxes. I sighed. My watch chimed. There was a shimmering over to my left, and I turned to see Kathy becoming solid from the teleporter. When the statis field dropped, she fell to her knees. "I am here, my lord." "Yes, slave. I know. And you know for what you have come?" "Yes, my lord. I am here to serve, to submit to your desires, no matter what they may be." "Then rise, remove your clothing, and follow me." She stood, and I led her to the driftwood log I'd found and moved near the fire, not too near to burn, but enough light. "Sit." I'd placed a blanket on the ground and under the log, so there wouldn't be sand everywhere. She sat, and I moved around to the back of the log. I grabbed a wrist, and stretched her arm out along the log, and secured it with a fetter. Then the same with her other wrist, so she was tied down to the log, her head resting aginst it, her body laid across the blanket. I put the firm pillow I'd brought under her ass, raising it up. I spread her legs, and knelt between them. I reached over for the little leather box, hiding its contents, the sterilization field and the three needles. I opened it. She noticed it. "Ken?" she asked. As our relationship had progressed, we'd learned what names were appropriate when. "Yes, slave?" "Three? I thought..." "Kathy, if you want this as badly as I think you do, you will do this my way, is that understood?" "Yes... yes sir." She looked at me, nervous, and I think a little disbelieving. Just three days ago I'd been arguing against this. I took out one needle, and the small bottle, and the cloth. I spread her pubic hair, and exposed her cunt. It was wet, from her excitement, which was there even frightened as she was. I gently, softly tugged at her inner labia, watching it swell with her heat, and I gently swabbed it with the wetted cloth. I looked up at her, and her eyes flicked back and forth between my hands and my face. "Are you ready? Are you sure?" I asked, one last time. She looked at me, and she nodded, and one whisper, one "yes." I took the needle, and high on the inside of her smaller labia, I pressed the tip gently, the cuirboil pad on my finger ready to receive it, and in one sharp thrust I drove it through her flesh and into the leather pad. She whimpered, a high keening sound, a single peal of pain escaping her lips and fading into the quiet surf. Tears streamed down her face. I removed the needle, and found the little hook, and I put it through the hole I'd made, and I slid the small metal posts along the gold until they were at both sides of her labia, holding it in place. I slowly laid the rest of the charm against her mons venus. She was breathing hard, staring at her cunt, her tears still sliding down her cheeks and dripping from her jawline onto her breasts. I took out the second needle. She stared at it, and I held it up, between us. Just by refocusing our eyes, we could either stare at each other, or the needle. She looked at it, and slowly, she nodded. I moved the little box nearer to where I was so I could reach the third needle quickly, because I was going to have to. I tugged gently on her labia, again, the same one as before, only further down, closer to her vagina, and with the same deliberate slowness, I brought the needletip to her flesh, and with the same force I drove it quickly through her labia. She whimpered, much quieter this time, and looked. Her breathing was still ragged. I quickly removed the needle, grabbed the third one, and this time, much faster, repeated the same act on her other labia, across from the hole I'd made with the second. I reached into the box, and grabbed the lock. It was a reproduction of a terran antique from their 1800's, tiny, intricate, maybe two centimeters at its longest axis. I pressed the open latch through her first labia, and it slid through. I quickly slid the two tiny gold rings over the latchpiece, and separated them, and crimped them. Then I slid the latch through her other labia, and then, with a final click, I closed the lock. I looked up at her face, then, for the first time since I'd picked up the second needle. There were tears, but her face was one of bewilderment. I very quietly explained, "Katherine Hawkwind, you are mine. This lock is on the very door of your womanhood, and I hold the key. If you are to submit to me, then you will wear this lock as a symbol of just how much I own you." She looked at me, then, and slowly, I could see comprehension coloring her eyes, and, equally slowly, she smiled, and then she nodded. With a single command, her fetters let her go, and she hugged me, fiercely. "You're crying," I said. "Does it still hurt?" She smiled, again, her eyes dancing alight in the glow of moon and sea and fire, and said, "A little. But I cry because I'm happy, Ken. You understood! You did, you really did, you knew. Oh, Ken, you've made me so happy, so wonderfully happy." I smiled, and began picking up the three needles, and I threw them into the fire. Then, with the light disinfectant, I gently wiped the blood from her sex, and she winced as the peroxide bubbled a little. Then I looked up into her eyes, again, and said, "I thought I had," my smile coming to my mouth unbidden, again. "It was a real debate. I didn't know if you would want three, especially when you saw what the extra two were for, but I told you you had no choice." "I know." Her face was radiant. "But your idea is perfect. Oh, gods, they're both so pretty." She was holding the charm carefully, a small hook charm with a black diamond and an eagle's feather. I held up the small key. "See this?" I asked. She nodded. "I've got one copy, Wendy has one, and Ian has one, so if one should ever get lost, or if something should happen, you'll know who to ask." She nodded, all seriousness there, even if she was yawning. Starship crewman is a hazardous job, and we both knew it. But then she smiled again. I pulled an extra couple of blankets out of the duffel I'd put aside, and a few pillows. "Kathy, let's go to sleep. And you be careful, you're going to be sore for a while." But the excitement of the past hour was just now catching up to her, like it was to me, and once I'd put the pillow under her head and the blanket over her, she was groggy, and she simply said, "I'll be okay, Ken... just... lemme get some rest." And she was out. I shrugged, and gave a command to Voll. The droid turned on a blanket field over the fire, and it went down, and I ordered it to bank the fire slowly over the night. I grabbed a pillow and gently joined my love in sleep. -- "Kathy On The Beach, Part I" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al. are copyright (c) 1989-1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribute freely via electronic media. This copyright permits individual users to make single hardcopies for their own use. 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