Dr. Winthrop Samuels Series

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

For the cost of a dinner, I have enlisted Louise into my recreational pursuits, not to mention being the recipient of one of her renowned hand jobs.

Louise is one of the those women who are not stimulated by penile penetration. Sorry news for many virile males, there are female types who prefer more unconventional forms of sensuality. For Louise it needs to be oral, and the gender of the benefactor is meaningless.

She graciously strokes... I lick with zeal.

On Tuesday evening I check with Sunny to assure she will be taking time off from work. She concurs that Wednesday will be a final day before a leave of absence... unpaid.

“You will help... with the bills.”

I reiterate that all will be taken care of... bills, rent, food. As with most submissive psyches, the thought that shedding such responsibility is really one more aspect of capitulation does not phase. My disposable income is considerable. Salary more than comfortable... stock options enriching me year after year... the financial burden of assuring Sunny’s needs is negligible.

No need to contact Louise. Our arrangement is to meet after work on Wednesday and share a cab to Ludlow Street.

Meanwhile I check the grommet device and the two small but most meaningful implements to be added to Sunny’s collection of controlling nickel cobalt. Limited in diameter, as are all my finely milled trinkets, each penetrating tubular shaft is long, much like those adorning her buttocks. For the most part this pair will also go unnoticed when appropriately attired. Still, Louise has suggested just the items to conceal the dull adornments in the vanilla world.

***

Since Sunny does not know Louise will be joining me, we conspire. As always my plaything is to greet me in the lobby, naked and ready to be leashed, hiding when residents and visitors enter before me.

Since I know her place of concealment, I send Louise in ahead. In her starched white uniform she can be quite the authoritative figure with young nurses and unruly patients. With the naked and the subserviently pierced she will be received as a Goddess.

I wait a few moments and follow, the door creaking as always. In entering I see Louise has extricated Sunny from the pile of crates. As we conspired, she has the naked minx standing in plain sight with her hands on her head, threatening Sunny with a call to the police. Sunny looks downward, is delightfully bashful and blushes divinely, obviously not recognizing Louise without her special Spankers attire. Louise ‘entertains’ there masked and in leather..

With women, Louise is wonderfully dominant.

“Sunny, you’ve been discovered,” I interrupt with a laugh.

I note that the n*****s are crinkled evidencing the odd arousal of the submissive. She dares not look into the face of her castigator, instead nodding as Louise lectures over her exhibitionism.

“They’ll put you in jail,” Louise wickedly exclaims raising her dour matronly voice.

I step forth and end the ruse, clipping Sunny’s leash to her nose grommet.

“You see, Sunny, there can be a price for your depravity... exposing yourself like that...”

I hand Louise the leash.

“I think the lady needs to speak with you in your loft.”

With that we summon the elevator, an obedient Sunny follows the leash, confused with the interaction of Louise and me.

***

I am glad to have Louise present for the final grommets needed for my envisioned form of arroycoo.

Though my device is quick, there will be trauma and more required aftercare than with the buttock grommets. We begin by placing Sunny in the frame, nose leash tied to the front pipe, elbow grommets connected high and to the sides. Louise is fascinated by the corset cord and watches in amusement as I thread right then left down the spine. This cord is long. Ignoring Sunny’s neck collar I attach one end to the front pipe and the other end to the rear pipe. I tighten and Louise chuckles in seeing Sunny’s torso become constricted and her breasts presented so prominently.

For the first time the buttock grommets are utilized as intended. As with the elbows, separate cords connect to the side pipes, one right, one left. When I tighten, Sunny moans as the gluteus maximus muscles involuntarily contract in reaction to the stress.

“You must learn to relax the muscles there Sunny,” I once again admonish.

When finished, Sunny stands within the frame, stooped over at the waist, elbows high, the cords tied to her buttocks offering a salacious presentation of her perky backside.

“Two more grommets, Sunny. Deep... painful... and required so I can hang you.”

I speak in a soothing voice as I load the device. But I know my words serve to build the apprehension. Sunny stirs... and her motion brings cramps to her buttocks. It is delicious to see her struggle against herself.

“These go in your ankles, Sunny. There’s a convenient spot between the bone and the Achilles tendon. Centuries ago slaves were hobbled by either cutting or piercing there.”

I pick up the dainty right foot and Sunny yelps as motion again cramps her gluteus maximus. Louise, well trained, steps forth to assist. She intuitively knows to hold the foot quite firmly, freeing my hand to swab the heel with alcohol then align the prongs.

“Very painful, Sunny. You will truly enjoy this.”

The press. The click. A momentary delay as the stem penetrates. A howl from Sunny. The snap as penetration is completed and the leading edge rolls to hold the circle of nickel cobalt in place. The usual modicum of blood. The dab.

I feel the gastrocnemius muscle contract as the Achilles tendon tightens in reaction to the intruding grommet.

“Just as with the buttock grommets you’re going to have to learn to relax, Sunny.”

Initially, such is impossible. That is why I have drafted Louise into my plot.

I gesture to my white uniformed companion and she releases the foot. Sunny lowers her leg most gingerly. The pain is intense. Anyone who has torn an Achilles tendon remembers the suffering... later the immobility. So I wait. Sunny the masochist needs to feel every iota of agony before I begin again. There is no rush.

“Louise, I believe you’ll find some wine in the kitchen area.”

Meanwhile I reach forth to gauge my barometer. My thumb and ring finger splay the outer labia. An marauding middle and index finger glide inward with notable ease. Sunny’s wetness bespeaks of her proclivity.

***

We’ve enjoyed two glasses of wine, entertained by my naked plaything, watching her struggle in being restrained by cords and grommets. Her right foot remains pointed, the pose relieving stress on an Achilles tendon irritated by the invading grommet. Thus Sunny’s weight is born by her left foot, the corset cord and the cords attached to her elbows and buttocks. Not quite the arroycoo she desires, but approaching it. Unfortunately it will require days of care to recover from this latest trauma... and much training to walk with any degree of proficiency.

“Shall we?” I nod to Louise.

It is thrilling to see Sunny begin to shake in knowing the agonizing penetration of her right ankle will be repeated with a grommet in her left. But she is helpless to resist. And that once latent masochism challenges her to accept the pain... more than welcoming the brisance of nerve impulses which will soon overwhelm the cerebral cortex.

“I waited so all the endorphins brought forth by the first penetration have dissipated, Sunny. You’ll feel just as much as the first.”

Louise knows to lift the left foot. This simple act brings discomfort on its own as the weight must shift to the recovering right foot... or the buttocks... or the elbows... or the corset cord. Not an envious choice.

I swab with alcohol. The procedure repeats... the press. The click. A momentary delay as the stem penetrates. Another howl from Sunny. The snap as penetration is completed and the leading edge rolls to hold the circle of nickel cobalt in place. More blood. The dab.

“Please no more,” Sunny begs, bringing a smile to both Louise and me.

In releasing her foot, it lowers to the floor and the legs struggle to find a comfortable position, both sets of toes pointing. But ironically, in such struggle, the motion brings more stress. I once again admonish.

“Best stay still, Sunny. Motion will cramp the muscles.”

Yes, just as I have intended.

Louise and I step to the kitchen area for more wine. Sunny cannot find comfort, spastically thrashing about, once again like a new born foal attempting to stand. She’s hurting herself.

Taking a glass of chilled Chardonnay into the bathroom along with some tools, I perform one last chore before bidding adieu. Henceforth Sunny will be kept totally controlled, not able to move unless under my governance or that of Louise. To ensure she understands the extent of her submission I move to her oversized old fashioned steel and porcelain bathtub. It requires little effort to drill small holes in the brim and screw in some eye hooks under the lip. We’ll be bathing Sunny often, working kinks out of muscles which will involuntarily contract and cramp. While in the tub, she will be bound there as well.

***

I shut my office door and call Louise on her cell phone. In switching to the night shift, as I requested, she will stay with Sunny during the day. I will visit evenings.

“How’s our little toy?”

“Crawling about like a toddler. The calf muscles still cramp so she can’t stand... can’t even sit on the toilet. So I put her in the tub and gave her a massive colonic to regulate that need. I have her urinating in a bowl for the other.”

“Massage?”

Louise chuckles.

“Delightfully nubile body, Winnie. She is shy in being touched by a woman, but she’ll come around. Been kneading those calves, thighs and buttocks regularly.

“I have her lick my feet for anything she needs...food... drink... the bowl. She may not like women, but she’ll soon be trained to please.”

I join in the merriment. Such wonderful discomfort. Louise will overcome the homophobia... and the process will be fun. But the muscles do need attention. I don’t want Sunny crawling forever... though right now it’s quite entertaining.

“I have to leave by three o’clock,” Louise proclaims. “But can be back by midnight.”

“Leash her to the heating pipe, elbows and ankles tethered. I’ll get there by five and she’ll be eager to see me.”

Two hours alone is acceptable. Otherwise Sunny will be supervised around the clock.

***

For a change I leave work a little early, the grommet device staying in the office.

A cab ride to Little Italy. A take out dinner. A stroll to Ludlow Street. I miss being welcomed in the lobby by my naked plaything... but my disappointment is not for long.

Entering Sunny’s loft, I feel like a pet owner being greeted by the family dog. Louise cruelly left only three feet of slack on Sunny’s leash and the hard wood floor is most uncomfortable. Sunny smiles. Had she a tail it would waggle for me.

“Evening, pretty girl.”

I untie the leash and remove the double ‘D’ clamps connecting the elbows behind her back and the two new grommets embedded in her ankles. I marvel that, though the tendons and muscles have not acclimated, the skin has readily accepted the nickel cobalt. Once again it is as if being injected by a hypodermic needle, little noticed skin damage. Other than the circle of metal and resulting hole, the surrounding epidermis shows little reaction.

“Come.”

Even crawling is cumbersome. Still Sunny struggles to a basin which I assume Louise has used for her excretions. It was frustratingly placed just beyond reach of her tether.

“Miss Louise made me drink a lot of water before she left,” Sunny blurts as I reach down to assist, parting her labia as she positions and spreads her knees.

Accustomed to my handling, her flow begins.

“How are your legs?”

“Sore. I cannot stand.”

“You will in time. You’ll learn to control the contractions and minimize the cramping.”

“Did you have to do that?”

“I could use cuffs. But penetrating you offers much more drama... the notion of permanency enthralls. In time you will feel that the grommets are part of you... like a new finger or toe. Nickel cobalt is readily accepted by the body. Over twenty years of data have proven that.”