Nusquam

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The drive home offers moments for reflection. Kelly Devers smiles inwardly with thoughts of m**********g the tormented Pattie LaMange. Having finally bathed her nakedness, removed her cranial hair, palpated her entire body in search of any follicles which escaped the extensive and expensive laser removal, she finally offered mercy ending the enema with a gush, foul water and male semen surging to the tiled flooring, to be sprayed away to a waiting drain. Then, in an act of clemency, Kelly offered the expertise of her hands and fingers, culminating with a vibrator to the girl’s love button. When Kelly sensed pending climax she mischievously withdrew... perhaps cruelly withdrew... laughing as Pattie squirmed, clenching her thighs in desperation. Finally the girl was able to finish herself, bringing a climax not full... the frustration of the ruined orgasm apparent. Pattie, being one of those few girls who ejaculates, ultimately squirted, her essence spurting to join the remnants of the expelled bodily fluids.

It was only then that the exhausted client... physically, mentally and emotionally spent... was released from the stocks.

Collared and leashed, Kelly’s eidetic mind pictures her hand leading the girl crawling to the kitchen, supervising as she was fed some foul concoction indecorously slathered into a large dog bowl.

Ah, such stultifying degradation, Kelly mulls... but such welcomed degradation.

Her thoughts move to the brief reference to Nusquam. Remaining under contract, Kelly still receives a limited monthly stipend from the curious organization, ostensibly for consulting. Yet in the many months since she departed, there has been no consultation. She has become convinced that the funds are to ensure her continuing silence, a very short but significant contract paragraph emphasizing confidentiality... and that violating such not only ends the arrangement but gives rise to the return of all paid emoluments as well.

Thus her reluctance to elaborate and her brief response to Pattie’s query. Nusquam is truly not something she can talk about.

Still, David’s succinct advice is to be given consideration. Would Nusquam indeed be good for the heiress Patricia LaMange?

The girl subjects herself to the whim of sadists. And she truly enjoys... the thrill of submission not to be denied with her love nest dripping in lust. And she is to spend her nights well bound, not only restrained but held absolutely motionless by the many Segufix straps drawn and locked to implausible tightness.

And to think such can be reversed... so simply reversed... with the clever magnetic device... for Pattie always in sight... and always out of reach. Ah such mental frustration to enhance the physical!

Whom will release her... and when? And then what evil antics will be undertaken... no doubt more narcotic for the addiction of masochism.

Perhaps David has a point. Not all are considerate. Not all are expert in bondage and corporal punishment and the subtle yet mandatory safety requirements and responsibilities which come with the role. Who visits the bedroom turned dungeon of Patricia LaMange? And where does the young but ardent masochist find them... contact them? Complete strangers? There is sure to be a mishap. Would a sojourn to Nusquam divert pending harm? With Pattie’s fervor, her dive into the abyss of sadomasochism will surely give rise to haplessness... probably worse.

Kelly has the phone number, the Director of Nusquam. Should she call? Recommend the wealthy heiress as a Nusquam prospect? In order to discuss the Nusquam protocol, describe to Pattie LaMange the details of the bizarre and exotic facility, inform her, perhaps more aptly phrased as convincing her of the merits, she will need to be reprieved of the confidentiality clause in her contract.

The subject matter will need to be carefully broached, concerns that the clause has already been violated not to arise. But then again she has not. It was David that planted the seed.

Kelly has the little used number in her cell phone. Within moments the car’s blue tooth connection rings the administrative office of Nusquam. Though well into the evening, Kelly knows of the quirky hours, members and guests to be served 24/7.

“How may I be of service?” the humble but suggestive salutation always bringing a smile.

“Kelly Devers for the Director.”

“Good evening, Miss Devers, I’ve so much missed you. I will put you right through.”

The soft high pitched voice brings not recognition. It seems impolite not recalling a name, perhaps Kelly’s silent reaction considered somewhat aloof. But there were so many... so many to be cared for and nursed.

Before Kelly can strain with a reply, a ring indicates she has been immediately transferred.

“Kelly, long time no speak. Enjoying your retirement?”

At age thirty-five, Kelly knows the Director jibes, remaining somewhat offended by her resignation. And the perceived offense amplified when an offer of more money failed to change her mind.

“I’ve been building my practice, Director. Aftercare for dilettantes... those who occasionally place a toe into the hot water of D/s.”

“Many burned digits, I’m sure Kelly. And with your experience with branded flesh, I’m sure your expertise with burns is well appreciated. What prompts your call?”

“I have a client who... well... has immersed more than a toe. She’s dived in... and I am concerned. Quit her job and offers herself daily. And possibly not overly discerning to whom.”

“Goodness. Seems reckless. You’ve talked to her about Nusquam?”

Kelly immediately sniffs a trap, the Director clumsily attempting to gain an unwitting confession... a violation of her consulting agreement.

“I have not. The girl brought it up. Told her I could not talk about it.”

“And how is it she is aware of us?”

“David Lapierre. He offers her a weekly caning... and more,” Kelly’s sense of etiquette obviating disclosure concerning the condition of the Pattie LaMange’s ravished rectum.

“Yes, David will keep you busy, Kelly. He has his peccadillos, doesn’t he?” the Director rejoins with a snort. “But he should not be disclosing anything about our little enclave. He’ll have his membership suspended.”

“Nothing more than the name... the girl new nothing more than that I would be a potential source of information... which I have not been.”

“Good. We need to protect our privacy. I’ll speak to David on his next visit. Remind him of our congregational vows.”

“Of course, Director. But... well... the girl may in fact be a prospect. She’s young... well shaped... generous breasts... buttocks that indeed invite correcting rattan... and rather pretty... until I shaved her head this evening. You know how much the degradation seems to thrill them... complete hairlessness.”

“Yes, of course. And you would agree with my initial reaction?.. reckless?”

“Yes, I am concerned. David handles her well, taking the girl to her limits and not beyond. A perfect caning this afternoon. Evenly spaced... not a stroke crossing... no broken skin... and yet I imagine excruciating... and oddly welcomed. But there are others... that I do not know... unaware of their ultimate intentions. And what’s worse the girl is equally unaware... naive. She seeks in... in... well... in curious desperation.”

“And you say she quit her job? How is it she can support this... this praxis?”

“A recent inheritance. Apparently large enough to both support herself and indulge deeply. Transformed a second bedroom into part dungeon part medical clinic. When it comes to tormenting the flesh, there’s not much lacking in terms of devices, supplies and equipment. To my knowledge she has not been made to ride her horse. But she has installed one... a plank most scabrous inviting the soft pink of her neglected cunny.”

“Ahh... the horse. Slow, cruel and fascinating that she finds appeal. Well... send me measurements... and photos. You know the mandated poses. If she’s found to be adequate, and I’m sure she will be, you can offer the girl an overview of Nusquam. And make sure you make her aware of the protocol... that our novitiates succumb... totally... and from the real world disappear... never to return.”

“Of course, Director. I can have measurements and photos for you tomorrow. The girl has engaged me to visit daily.”

“I see. Well, if she can so often afford your fine care it must be an impressive inheritance, Kelly. That will mean quite the commission for you. Twenty percent... your retirement nest will be even more tidy. Do remind the girl... if she chooses to walk our path... she will leave all funds... all assets behind. There are no free riders here at Nusquam.”

“Yes, I will make her aware. Was that Robert answering your phone?” Kelly finally pairing a name with the soft high pitched voice. “His voice has changed.”

“I have denied him his hormones. I want him feminized. I think he serves better.”

“Yes, I suppose some do.”

As Kelly turns off the highway, the phone clicks, the Director abrupt as always. She considers. In thinking of the heiress Patricia LaMange and Nusquam, Kelly recalls her years of service there. Is she doing the right thing? Servitude at Nusquam begins as voluntary, but then?

For Kelly Devers it was a high paying job, offering her expertise and many years of medical experience to ensure the health and relative well being of the many masochists. Those who make the one time irreversible and irrevocable decision to offer themselves for the joy and pleasure of the sadist members of the secretive... highly secretive... organization.

Yes, it was just a job, Kelly Devers constantly convinces herself whenever reminiscing, recalling the many shackled, branded, pierced and chronically excoriated and whipped naked forms. Yet, deep within, beneath her facade of professional caregiver, she enjoyed as well. Within months of departing, Kelly found herself deviating from her intension of establishing a vanilla visiting nurse service, instead once again tending to the many Patty LaManges... those wounded by their own demented psyches.

Well, as the Director urged, Kelly will be very forthright in describing servitude at Nusquam. That there is no turning back, no changing of the minds for those selected to serve. She envisions Douglas, apparently anointed as the Administrator’s personal servant, and smiles in once again hearing the metallic pings as left gonad then right plunked into the waiting surgical basin.

‘All gone’, Kelly pleasantly sang, mother to helpless toddler, as she sutured closed his plundered scrotal sac. Curious how respectful he has always been to her... considering. And he truly has missed her... both her and his testicles.

Yes, there is no going back in becoming a Nusquam plaything.