Security (open) - Darius and Crew

When she came back into the room, she was still dripping slightly, and her skin was rubbed raw.

"Clean enough?"

He smiled at her and gave her a once-over. Then he nodded and pointed to the bed.

"Sit there. And yes, you are clean enough."

She sat where he pointed, nearly bouncing with her eagerness.

The scent of rubbing alcohol filled the room. He was careful about it, but soon, she felt not one... but several bites of a needle through her flesh. Down her back and both sides. He was silent as he worked, obviously concentrating on what he was doing... then there was tugging as he did something else with the piercings, causing them to tug at the sore, tortured flesh.



(This and this are the two things he's doing to her.)

She stayed absolutely still while he worked, hissing and moaning in turn. And she kept her head turned forward, not trying to look. Waiting for him to tell her she could look.

When he had finished, he peeled off the latex gloves he had been wearing. He was very conscientious about her safety, after all. He brought over a large, standing mirror as well as a small hand mirror.

"What do you think?"

She stood and turned, her face brilliant.

"Oh, they are beautiful. Thank you!"

He had threaded bright green ribbon through the little rings there. A green that matched the color of his own eyes.

"I'm glad you like them."

She twirled, looking at herself in the mirrors. Smiling at the ribbon.

"And I will keep them very clean."

He laughed softly.

"They are going to be difficult, just so you know. They are an odd piercing. But if you come to me twice a night, I'll make sure to clean them for you -- especially the difficult to reach ones."

She grinned up at him, bouncing lightly.

"I will. I don't want them to fester. And don't want to heal with speed, as they might be rejected."

He smiled.

"Very good. They look beautiful on you."

She beamed.

"I will have to buy clothing to show it off. Thankfully, it is summer now."

He laughed.

"It's always summer in Florida."

She laughed.

"Yes. It is."

He smiled.

"We'll get you some open-backed shirts. Maybe some little halter tops as well."

She bounced.

"Yes, to show the world the pretty that Master has given to me."

He smiled.

"We shall go shopping tomorrow."

She bounced up and kissed his cheek. Then she went back to admiring her new body modifications.

He smiled and let her admire his work. Sitting down on the bed, he picked up a magazine -- women's fashion -- while she modeled and looked herself over.

She was lost in the beauty of it for a good five minutes before turning again to him. And moving to his feet to kneel there, head resting on his knee. She was a very happy, naked girl.

He smiled, reaching out to pet her.

"Do you like your pretties?"

She nodded.

"Yes. Very much. Thank you."

He smiled.

"Good. I am very fond of you, Elizabeth."

She smiled and sighed happily.

"I am glad."