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Surrender: Day 7 (final edition)

Todays the day, he thought to himself on his way to her chamber. All his hard work and persistance paid in full. The last day of training was always very invigorating for him. No one truly understood what he does the first week. The total transformation from, metaphorically, a block of clay to the masterpiece they all become. It fed his inner desires. Watching them break apart into thousands of pieces, to be put together the way He wanthed them. Grovelling before him begging to be used.

Today her transformation ends.

Careful not to jostle her piercings to much, seven crosses her legs on the bed. Unable to sit still she gets back up to pace. The insufferable boredom would be the death of her! Why didn’t He put a book in with her to ease the mind numbing boredom? He probably thought it would distract her. If she only knew how close to the truth she really was. Everything had its purpose, even the lack of activities.

Unlocking the door to her chamber the last time, he opens her door smiling at what he finds. Apon his enterance she had dropped to her knees with her legs open. Her pussy lips gleaming with a light sheen of wetness around her piercings. Her excited smile a wonderous sight by itself. Add the utter devotion in her actions and he was swelling with pride. This was why he had picked her!

Unable to conseal her wince fully, she wiggles a little to lesson the throb. How was He suppose to use her when all her bits were so sore? A horrible thought occurs to her but she pushes it back and out of her head. She watches Him move over to her bed and sit down. He becons her over and she obeys willingly. She loved being close to Him. His callused hand caresses her cheek. Dread fills up inside her when he says, “I think a spanking is in order. It looks like you need one.” With no further warning He dragged her across His knees pinning her wrists behind her back with one of His hands.

His free hand landed on her firm ass. The whimper accompanying each smack music to His ears. Shortly after His starting her ass was a nice shade of red and hot to the touch. Satisfied she would bruise nicely, he rubs up her spine.

Looking at his watch he states with a pat to her ass, “Time to go. Up!” A whimper is her only protest at his leaving. Holding the door open he calls to her. “Well, come on we haven’t got all day.” A squeel of joy escapes her as she follows him out the door… Unblindfolded!

He leads her to the first room other than her she visited. THis time she noticed it resembled a tattoo studio. With wide eyes she looks around for anyone else. Happily its just the two of them. Sitting down on a stool he motions for her to lie down on the table. “On your back.” he commands. The crinkling sound of the paper is the only noise in the room. When she stops fidgiting she looks at him, waiting. “Before I continue I have to explain a few things. After this, you will address me as Master. You will have a few days grace period to adapt. Understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand.” her curiosity peaks to uncontrolable levels.

“This tattoo is the last and final mark you will recieve. It signifies what was and what will be. Your past and future. No one else has the same marks/tattoo. Do you understand the gravity of the situation?” his features firm demanding a no-nonsense answer.

“Yes Sir!”

“Good girl!” With that he shaves an area three inches wide, two inches tall on her right hip. The drone of the tattoo gun roars to life as he begins the tattoo himself. After an hour of nonstop creation he cleans the excess inch off her flesh admiring his work. “Go look.”

With trepidation she stands in front of the mirror. What she sees startles her. The roman numeral Seven is in bold print with the BD/SM symbol in the background. It was fitting in so many ways. Standing behind her He wraps His arms around her. She leans against Him and says, “Its perfect Master, thank you!”

“Your welcome slut. You are officially home, your intense training complete.” With that he kisses her shoulder looking at his finished creation in the mirror.

Surrender: Day 6

Her nipples throbbed like crazy. Every time she would move and her breasts would jiggle a sharp pain would course through her. The only reprieve was when she got to clean them. The cold liquid Sir brought her in the morning felt devine! When He came that morning He told her after lunch, He would take her to get another marking. She didn’t know how much more she could take of His markings. The leather collar felt acward and made her blush when she thought of the words. Plus the constant heat radiating from her nipples made her brutally aware of exactly what she was. With every mark it was becoming clear it was perminate. Her only hope was one day she could get a better room or even go outside! If she could feel the sun on her skin and the grass under foot with Sir, the whole perminate thing wouldn’t be at all bad. Maybe even quite enjoyable.

Her nerves kicked into high gear when her food was delivered. A ham and cheese sandwich, apple slices and tea today. She was revved up to do anything but nibble on apple slices. She knew now it was only a matter of time until He came for her. She was torn between dread and excitement. No matter what He did to her, she always looked foreward to His next visit. Did she want this visit over with or drawn out? Deffinately over with, she thought as she sipped her tea.

The locks clicked open a moment before the door opened. He strode in looking her over. The straw was still in her mouth as she gulped down a mouthfull of tea. Her nipples were hard swollen nubs. A nervous smile lit up her features, his cock twitched in response. THe mind game was already at play. “Finished?” he motioned to her barely touched food. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded. “Good, come here then.”

Setting her tea down she padded over to Him. Wincing at the sway of her breasts, she stops in front of Him and looks up to meet His eyes. He was so tall! It intimidated her sometimes. The top of her head barely reached His shoulders. He lifts a strange looking gag at her. She obeys the silent comand and opens her mouth wide. THe ball fits into her mouth better than the other gag; leather wraps around her mouth and chin, touching the top of her collar. He secures it in the back with a buckle then snaps on a Y shapped piece that goes over her head and around her nose. It feels strange on her nose, vaugly distracting.

There’s no cuffs this time but the blindfold is secured with a huff from seven. How she longed to see where He leads her! His hand waves in front of her eyes before He tows her across the hall and into the room across from her own room. Under a single spotlight sat a reclining chair with sterrups the ob/gyn uses. Attached to it was a very intimidating fucking machine. A blue dildo already connected to it. On a stand next to it was an electric wand-like cattle praud but smaller, a leather crop and leather restraints. This was by far His favorite room.

Lifting her into his arms he walks to the chair. Sitting her down he walks around her securing her arms to the bar above her head. Her feet he puts into the sturrups, legs secured to the chair so she cant move them on her own. He stands behind the device between her legs. Her lips are swollen and slick with her juices, all but begging for his abuse. He slipps a finger into her fuck hole teasing her. Her muscles clench around the invading finger greedily. With drawing, he positions the head of the dildo between her slick folds at the entrance of her cunt.

A flick of a switch and the dildo comes to life. Thrusting in and out of her at one punishing speed. Her body grows taunt with built up pleasure. She crys out around the gag unable to voice her pleasure. The electric wand zapps her flesh above her sensitive mound. The pain an instant snap over riding the pleausre of being ruthlessly fucked for a second. Both sensations vie for her attention. A power struggle that makes her cum over and over with no reprieve in sight. Body slick with sweat, heart racing, her breath coming out is ragged pants. Her inner thighs saturated with her juices. A puddle forms under her ass.

With one last zap, this time on her clit, he shuts off the machine and puts the wand away. With a coold wash cloth he cleans up her juices. Once clean he moves the machine and opens the door. One of the men from yesterday enters surveying the scene before him. He drags in a stand of his own and a small stool in with him. Positioning himself between sevens legs the Man inspects her folds. WIth a sharpi he marks her out labia three times on each lip.

An ok from his employer be begins piercing. Sevens body jerks at the intense stabing pain as each mark is pierced than a silver ring is perminately put in each hole like her nipples. The hoops are placed evenly along her outer lips six in all. Tears coat the blind fold as a new sterile needle pierces her clit hood. A muffled scream echos around the room. A silver barbell is put in place. A disinfectant is smeared along all the piercings. Finished he leaves His employer and his slut.

Her Sir removes the blindfold and gag. She looks up at Him with tears in her eyes. So that was His mark. Yup, Deffinately worse than her nipples. Her whole body throbbed from the ordeal. Exhausted she succumbs to sleep. Dreams of sunshine and Sir dance before her eyes…