Behind the heavy curtain she could hear the noise of everyone that was gathered. Her heart was thundering so loudly in her head she could not hear herself breath. She was wondering if she had taken leave of her senses. She had been coming to this place their house for months. She knew what would happen tonight and she knew how it would work. She would be safe and she would get to enjoy what she needed most. Looking in to the glass she fixed her hair. Karen was with her behind the curtain but she was setting something’s up and she was watching. Making sure she did not want to back out. Keeping her from doing something she might not want to do. Every so often the question of the moment was ‘are you ok.‘ and then the answer a very slow but very sure ‘yes’ it went on like that till her hair was up. She was wearing a simple white tank top and white boy shorts, inhaling her breath yet again. All in all the time was coming to an end.

Mark came behind the curtain to make sure everything was set. Checking to make sure she was alright before he left. The last details being seen to as she nods softly Karen taking her hand as she moves to the chair. The chair was high backed but it was not a back. It was really the front of it. However the one sitting in it was displayed from behind not the front. She ran her fingers over the leather that was bolted to it. Karen did not ask she simply left. Upon the chair was a set of chains that ended in wrist shackles. A small pin locked them to ones wrist and was easily enough broken. However the point of tonight was to appear bound not actually be so. She takes one more step and straddles the chair the seat of it was about twenty inches wide, unpadded, she was nervous but not scared. The feel of the wood under her bottom and between her thighs causing her to shift against it, the bell rang she knew that meant that she had a minute left.

Hands to the top of the chair as she leans forward, her feet slipping in to the leather straps designed at the front feet of the chair. Simply to hold not restrain, her heart flipped in her chest, leaning forward crushing her breasts against the padded leather of the back. Inhaling softly senses filled with the smell of leather and wood. Hands trail down over the back of the chair, fingers wrapping around two small pegs, the only adjustment that had been made to the chair, the chains resting upon them. Each time she moved her hands the chains rang out as if they were attached to her. She closes her orbs. Letting the darkness settle around her as she heard the noises louder now, inch by inch her world displaced with the one on the outside of the curtain. From the gallery she looked bound to the chair; however the one who was going to do the show tonight knew her hands were not. Knew that it was a test of herself and that she could easily slip the chains on but not lock them herself.

After a few moments the people gathered lowered to sit, and stopped talking in more than whispers. The stage had been set. Her dark hair captured and taken off her back in two braids, curls framed her face. Her head was turned to the left her cheek against the leather and wood. Her body shifted a little as she settled in. the silence was lethal to her senses right now. Karen was the one that broke it. From somewhere far off or so it seemed. “Tonight one of you has asked to demonstrate self restraint. What that entails will be fully revealed before this is over.” Silently the one who was going to do it stepped forward. An older man came up on to the stage and leaned in to whisper to her. It was the only thing she figured he would say to her she was not doing this to be a person in the entertainment only the flesh of it. “It is only too late to back out of this, when it is finished.” With that he simply placed a bell near her foot. Close enough to kick it and yet not to close that she might kick it over by mistake.

The meaning of course was clear. She said nothing, he knew from one talk that she would not he knew what she could not handle and what she was willing to take. Karen was the only one who would not take a seat to watch. It was her place to watch, to wait and to ensure that if something was going wrong it would be stopped. A table near her back was set. Anything one could want and need was set there, for Him he had spoken with Mark haggled on items he wanted, in the end losing to two of his requests. In his hand he took up the Enfield No 5 Jungle Carbine Bayonet complete with Scabbard. From the table, she heard him draw it from the Scabbard. That sound of the blade being extracted from its silken steely case a small shiver passed thru her body. The blade of the Bayonet caressing along her shoulders over the back of her neck. Then down over her shoulder blades, and silently thru the straps of the tank top. The thin silk of the straps just gone, hot knife thru butter would have looked the same.

Taking in a breath, filling her lungs to capacity as she felt the knife flow down between her shoulders down her spine. Down along the delicate curve as she felt it jerk ever so slightly, slicing thru the tank top with a haunting sound. Unseen to her as the knife travels along her flesh the red trail it caused on pale canvas. She shifted against the chair, feeling the heated chill of the blade. Feeling the tip as it etches along her flesh baring her back to him for his task. Fingers curl over the pegs as she feels every little ounce of pressure against her. The chains jingle along as she moves, her feet shifting in the leather. At some point he flipped the knife and let the handle flow along her skin, tracing along her flesh along her spine, pressing it in deeply against her then scribing something unseen over her back. Before she felt it gone! She blinks and turns her head just a tad. He was standing to the other side she could not see him. Giving up on that she looked to the bell it suddenly became her focus.

A feather in his hand as he traces it along her back the click of a lighter catching her breath. The smell of burning wick filled her for a moment. Then gone was that distraction as he moved in closer to her on her left side so she could not see. But she could feel, he was watching, planning the next move. Her breathing was soft and low as she felt the tip of the knife walk over her back from shoulder to hip then to her other shoulder down to her hip. The feather trailing along just behind it causing her to shiver against the sensations. Then harder the knife turned to walk across her flesh upward rather than downward. The pressure a constant contrast to the feather, gulping down the moan that was threatening to come from her. Leaning in to her as the knife left her flesh. Red marks against her pale skin seeming to jump off the canvas of her flesh. Her body jerks as she feels the bite sinking of teeth against warm skin.

The moist pressure of his mouth along the slender curve of her neck. Low murmur from him against her skin. Causing her to feel the vibrations. Then again his mouth left her only to take up along her spine teeth raking down over her. Her hips shifted her body moved forward against the chair. Then gone heavy foot falls marked his retreat from her. Silence was all that surrounded her. Then something set to the table, and something moved shifted picked up she could not tell. Every ounce of her being screamed to look to see. Wanting to see wanting to know. She did not she remained as set. Remained silently obedient to his whim. Eyes once more to the bell watching it, as if willing it to do some trick. Several things happened at once, seemingly so to her. First or maybe not seemed to be the swish of air that moved around her, and came to her hearing. The second almost instantly was the feel of her pressing her body tighter to the chair.

Crushing her breasts against it as she felt it. The swing of the leather strap against her back. The first perfect line rose from her back as she tightened her fingers on the pegs. Unseen white knuckles keeping her hands in place. Then another and another till her back was stripped from side to side, top to bottom red welts left in wake of the strap. A sound something catching her hearing over the sound of her breathing soft shallow pants from her lips. Suddenly so many soft leather straps playing against her flesh soothing as they should not chilled from the water that they dripped down over her back, as droplets flow down over her back to disappear against the white boy shorts. Her back tingled with chilled heat as she shook her head some. Her braids play over her shoulders only to settle against her arms again. Crimson lips parting as she slowly presses breath out exhaling deeply before drawing in more breath. her full breasts tingle as she feels the sensations settle in deeper to her body, unable to control even this slight reaction.

She felt him raise the flogger the drops falling to her flesh were no longer chilled. Then down it came with a wet snap against her back. Criss crossing the marks from the leather strap. Her head spinning as the welts cross filling her back leaving no part unmarked. A Master painter to his canvas. Paying the close attention to his work that would one expect and nothing less. Her hips sway in little figure eights pressing her body against the wood unable to remain still unable not to feel. Her body shifting against the chair, seeking a comfort from it, as she fights herself to not let go of the pegs. Tension building in her gut as she felt the steps that took him away again. Her mind swirled around tantalizing ideas of what he might do next. Soft prick to her back was the answer as she jerks and tries to turn back to look at him a gasp leaving her lips. She cringed away from the sickening feeling of the prick, eyes wild as she looked to Karen who simply shook her head silently. She could not relax could not figure out what the feeling was the sensation.

She could not force herself to calm down her hands trembled as she fought hard not to pull them off the pegs and push of the chair taking in a deep breath one then two then three. The third was almost enough and then he pressed the item against her back more. It was not sharp it was pointed. A million ideas ran through her mind as to what it was then suddenly one stuck. She could almost feel herself pale but wait Karen shook her head no surely Karen would know she thought it was a needle. Then the object rolled over her spine, pressing rather than pricking at her as she held her breath eyes closed as she tried to breath unable to force the air in her lungs. The Wartenberg wheel stopping as she felt Karen press her. The object gone and she saw it in Karen’s hand she shook her head softly as she forced air in to her lungs. The sensation of the object still fresh against her skin. Blinking softly taking in what she could see her gaze slightly colored. As she feels his hands shifting her moving her. She was not upset she knew he had not done anything more then press a limit.

That is what this was about right the question washed thru her as she drew in a breath, shifted to half turn on the chair exposing her side and her breast. Nipple peeked to perfection as she shivers softly the instant before the flogger came down again, and again against her flesh. Her body shifting turning slightly hands held firm behind the chair. The pegs captured tightly in her grip as she bows her head. Her heart thundering against her chest feeling as if it might jump out. Then the flogger stops shifts she had not looked to him she did not know what was coming till she smelled the heavy scent of a blown out candle. The wax poured from the candle, landing against her tender breast feeling it harden almost the same second as it hit. Her eyes opening as she growls softly watching as the drops he pours hit and harden. Watching as they paint her pale flesh. Watching as it all sinks in to her feeling the sensations he wants her to. Her fingers tighten then a snap heard wood splintering as she looked up to him. The candle removed from the equation.

As he speaks. “ you were all told this was a demonstration of self-restraint. Did you understand what that meant? “ the question was to the people that watched. As she shifted in the chair, releasing the peg and letting it hit the ground with a soft plop. Her whole body quivered with the sensations that captured her mind and body. “ show them poppet.” Her arms stretched out to her sides slowly trembling seen in the way they were held then to her thighs they came. As she shifted hiding her face in the chair. Nothing had been done to hurt her, the few things that were done were simply to help her to in some odd way understand her strength.

Tonight she learned a good many things. Anyone who had the ability to test out there submissiveness by pressing things they never felt they could do knew what strength it took to be submissive even as a one time show. The curtain lowers and nothing more is said. She was watched as she gathered her brain forced it to function. “ Thank you poppet. Find me later.” He said as he left leaving Karen to help her. Slipping her feet from the leather, and then tossing the tank top aside as Karen undid her braids. Breathing slowly she could feel the night air wash over her back and the little marks that would all to soon fade. Nothing to firm or hard. She asked to see the thing Karen had taken. It was placed in her hand as she looked at it wondering if the teeth could be filed just a bit more. With a soft laugh she rose from the chair. And turned to find her robe.

Trembling hands slipped it on then she kissed Karen’s cheek and left to find the bathroom. Not long later she was dressed cleaned up and found her way out in to the crowd. The lights still dim as she used her curls to hide her face moving thru the crush of people and talking softly to few. The night was one she would not soon forget. She found Him and talked for a little while. Declining his suggestion to return another night. Soon she was ready to leave and she did so returning to her real world. Her normal little world with her normal job her normal thoughts and hidden needs and desires. Why did everything have to be so black and white. Where was that one that could make the two become one? She had asked that question more than once in her life. And she knew it would not be the last time. The night air was chilled as her heels made the soft click click along the sidewalk. Slender arms wrapped about her stomach pulling the sweater tighter over her back. Brushing the feeling of the light welts. Her body humming in happiness as she faded in to the shadows of the real world.

~~the end~~