****** Christie's Clit by Razi ******
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Christie's Clit


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permission of the author. For my Master.


Christie knew what was coming. She knew he would not like what she had done.
She had defied him yet again, and knew that her pain would far outweigh her
pleasure. She did fear him. How could she not? He had proven to her time and
time again that his whip packed a mighty wallop. She looked in the mirror, her
once long red hair, now short and blonde. Where once his silver nipple rings
appeared,

hung gold ones, more pretty ones, she thought. She went over her excuses in her
head, knowing none would appease. No he was going to be furious. The phone
rang; she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Christie."

"M-master! Hello."

"What's wrong, you didn't expect to hear from me?"

"No, Sir. You have caught me off guard. Sorry, Sir."

"Tell me slut, have you been good since last we saw each other?"

"Yes, Sir. Very good." She lied. She figured if trouble was going to come then
it might as well be worth it.

"I want to see you. Tonight, nine o clock, at the club. Oh and Christie, wear
the red, it matches your hair."

"Yes Sir." He hung up. "Shit." She said out loud. She looked at her watch. It
was already seven-thirty. She rushed around to find the tiny red dress he had
bought for her, and the red heels that matched it. She dressed and looked at
herself in the mirror. Her knees shook, knowing she was about to walk into the
longest night of her life. She called a cab and waited for it to come. He never
let her drive anywhere alone. He didn't want her to fall prey to just any
pervert on the street, only the ones he chose. The cab arrived and she hopped
inside, gave the driver directions and sat back to try to relax during the
ride. She noticed that every so often the driver would peer at her through the
rearview mirror. She opened her mouth enough to allow him to see her caress her
tongue with her painted red nail. She parted her legs just enough that he could
see she wasn't wearing any panties, but not enough to let him see her pussy.
The cab pulled up in front of the club, and she opened her purse, pulled out
her wallet and was pleased when the driver refused to take her money. She asked
him to wait ten minutes and if she didn't return to drive away. She removed her
collar from her purse and placed it around her neck before exiting the cab.

She approached the door of the club. She flashed his card at the two large men
at the door; they nodded at her, opened the door and stepped aside. She entered
the club and looked around. He wasn't there yet. A deep sigh of relief escaped
her as she slid into the appointed booth. She wanted a drink badly, but knew
she wouldn't be served until her Master arrived and ordered for her. A lot of
people passed her by; Masters, Mistresses and slaves alike, some she knew and
some she didn't. Those who knew her looked at her in awe, secretly wondering to
them selves if her Master knew of her new look. Suddenly the silence had broken
by an all too familiar voice.

"Excuse me, but you are sitting at my table without permission?" it was him.
She could hear his annoyance.

"It's me Master." She looked at the floor.

"The voice sounds like that of my slave Christie, but I know my slave would not
defy me so." He slipped into the booth beside her.

"I'm sorry Master. I know how you like me to appear. I disobeyed you and I am
sorry." He ran his hand through her short tresses.

"And?"

"Excuse me Master?" She looked at him, questioning what response he was
expecting.

"You lied to me. I asked you if you had been good and you lied to me slut." He
pulled back hard on her hair. " You have disregarded my wishes and defied me. I
did not give you permission to alter your look Christie. You did not even ask
me if I might have had an opinion. Tell me slut, what else have you done?"

"My rings, Sir. I changed my rings." She was looking directly at him and could
see his fury rise. He reached up with his other hand and pulled down the front
of her dress, exposing her breasts for the room to see.

"You mean MY rings slut! You have removed MY rings! You will pay for this
Christie." Tears welled up into her eyes. She knew what she had done was wrong
from the very second she had decided to do it. She knew that the risk was high,
but had decided it was worth it. She was beginning to regret it now.

"I'm sorry Sir. I truly am. Please Sir, let this slave make it up to you."

"LIAR!" he was shouting now and all eyes were on them. "You will make it up to
me here and now for all to witness." He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her
from the booth. Once out of the booth she dropped to her knees in submission to
her very angry Master in an effort to please.

"Stand up!" he pulled her up by her hair and in one motion ripped the dress
from her. She stood still, naked as she listened to him speak. " I have never,
in all my years had a slave as defiant as this one. She has changed her
appearance and removed my rings. I call on all of you here to be my witness as
I ask her; is it your desire to be free of me slave?" Christie's eyes widened.
The thought that he might release her had never crossed her mind. She panicked;
she loved him and wanted him. She needed him and she knew it.

"NO Master please!" her tears turning to full sobs. Once again she fell to his
feet begging he forgive her.

"Then slut what will you do for me in return?" he knew she would give more of
herself tonight than ever.

"Anything Master. Anything for you! Just ask it!" she was groveling and didn't
care who was watching. He looked down at her again and smiled. He called out
across the room.

"Is Andrew in tonight?" he waited for his answer. A voice called back, "Yeah
I'm here. Something you need?" A tall blonde man approached them.

"Yes I do require something tonight Andy. You see I have this little slut here,
who has decided to put her wants above that of her Master. Now she claims that
she is sorry and wishes to make amends for her mistakes. What I need from you
is this Andy; I need those rings removed from her tits and ones she cannot
replace put in. I need her to know that it is I that control her and it is I
that own her body and soul. So in addition to replacing her nipple rings I want
you to pierce her pretty little clit for me with a ring to match. I also offer
to you as part of your payment, my whip. I want her selfish little cunt on
fire, so that this night will not be too soon forgotten. Are you game?"

Andrew smiled as he answered. "Always!"

Master attached his leash to Christie's collar and handed it to Andrew. Andrew
gave it a hard yank up and Christie rose to her feet. She spoke not a word, she
knew she had to do this. For her there was no choice, either she complied with
her Master's wish or he freed her. The thought of being without him now, after
almost a year together terrified her even more than what she was about to face.
Andrew tugged at her again and she compliantly followed him. He led her to the
center of the room where a table was set up for all to witness. The table was
constructed in a way to allow pieces to be added or removed. Andrew removed the
piece at the end and Christie's legs dangled for a minute. He then added two
separate pieces and placed one of her legs on each. Now spread into a 'v', he
proceeded to tie her down. The thick leather straps were tightly secured giving
her legs no room to move. He then lifted the upper part of the table so that
she was in an almost sitting position. Andrew bound her hands together and
pulled them over her head securely, and tied the rope that bound them to a ring
on the back of the table. He started with her breasts, removing the gold rings
Christie thought so attractive. He replaced them with ones made of surgical
steel. Larger and heavier than the first she'd been given. They stretched the
hole and her nipples burned. Using a soldering gun he closed the rings, so that
they not be readily removed. He wiped her nipples with alcohol and Christie let
out a yelp as it found it's way to her newly opened wound. He stood back and
waited as her Master inspected. He nodded in approval and instructed Andrew to
continue. Andrew was indecisive. Should he whip her pussy first or wait until
after she had been pierced? He looked to her Master. He just shrugged his
shoulders leaving the choice in Andrew's hands. Andrew decided that first would
come the whip then the ring. He took the whip with the frayed end and focused
on his mark. A loud crack echoed as it made contact with Christie's sacred
flesh. Instantly the first welt appeared. Christie remained silent, determined
to take her punishment and make her Master proud. Again and again the whip
fell, each strike felt like embers on the mound of the ever-silent slave. When
Andrew was satisfied with the blush of Christie's cunt he put down the whip and
retrieved a set of clamps from the barrage of instruments at his disposal. He
opened the clamps and held them up so that Christie could see them. He then
spread her labia so that her clit just slightly peeked out from under its hood.
He clamped her open so that her Master could see any pleasure gained from what
she was about to receive. Quickly and with the skill of his reputation Andrew
skewered through her clit and the labia encasing it. As hard as she tried,
Christie could not hold back her cries. And the crowd applauded as a small
stream of blood trickled down the length of her very bruised slit. Her Master
approached her and inspected Andrew's work. He was very pleased and paid Andrew
twice the set fees. Andrew in turn handed him a length of chain, which he
promptly attached to the triple pierced slave. Christie's tears still flowing;
he leaned into her and kissed her on the forehead. "Almost forgiven." He
whispered to her as her released her bonds, and allowed her rise from the
table.

He led her around the room by her new chains and allowed each Master and
Mistress a gentle tug, to remind her of her place, she was instructed to offer
herself to each and thank them once they had finished.

Christie and her Master went back to his booth. He seated himself, but allowed
Christie to remain standing. She dared not look him in the eye. Her shame would
not permit her to do so. He patted her ass.

"How do you feel slut?" he was smiling.

"Sore, Master. Very sore."

"Have you learned something tonight Christie?"

"Yes, Sir I have." Christie was alone in her misery.

"And what was that little one?" he was anxious to hear her response.

"That I am truly your property Master. And as you have said this is no game."

"At last I see, you have learned. I own you Christie. All of you for now and
forever." Now open your legs and let me see your pretty clit. Christie opened
her legs and he attached a small medallion to it. It read, 'Christie's Clit-
Property of Master Riley'. He admired it as he flicked it gently, watching it
swing and glitter as it caught the light.

"Now," he said, "You are forgiven."


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