"I just love a good pain slut," commented Robin as Innocence hung limply on the cross.
"Yeah," said Kaitlin. "I never knew that about her."
"It looks like she's a natural black collar," said Jillian as she pulled her very wet hand out of the captive's body.
"I guess so," agreed Kaitlin.
The rest of the party was humiliating but the incident with the needles turned out to be the worst part of the evening. She was removed from the cross when she reawakened and turned so she was facing it. She was fucked in the pussy by two of the males. One of the girls used a strap-on to fuck her and one of the guys fucked her ass. Between fucks, her bottom was paddled once and her back was whipped. She continued to howl out garbled protests around her gag as her body was abused. The only saving grace about that part of the evening was that she did not have to look at her abusers. Instead, she looked at Kaitlin who stood in front of her and smiled as she watched her girl being enjoyed by the others, occasionally toying with the ripe breasts of her slave.
After her ordeal on the cross, she was secured to another cross, although this one was horizontal and could be rotated. Nipple clamps were placed on her sensitive little buds, causing her to howl again. And then she was fucked. She lost track of how many cocks and dildos were plunged into her body and even some of the male subs were allowed to enjoy her body. She also lost track of the number of times she climaxed but knew it had to be more than a dozen.
The party finally broke up at about two o'clock in the morning. Kaitlin secured the cape on her and bound her arms again in the leather straps. Then she was returned home and released from all of her bindings. She slept the night with Kaitlin, spooned up against her young owner's back.
Chapter 11
Innocence struggled downstairs at about noon the next day. Richard was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.
"There's my lovely," he said. Even with her hair a bedraggled mess, she was still beautiful. "Kaitlin told me about last night. It all sounded so thrilling."
Innocence stopped in her tracks and just stared at her husband. She was astounded that he could think her evening had been thrilling. What had Kaitlin told him that would indicate that?
"Richard, I was fucked," she replied. "I was sodomized and fisted and paddled and whipped. My nipples were crushed with clamps and my breasts were skewered with needles. What part of that sounds thrilling?"
"All of it," he grinned. "And it's Master, by the way. I especially liked the part about the needles. I've never thought about that. We'll have to try that at home some day. It should be fun."
"You can't be serious!"
"That's you can't be serious, Master," he corrected her. "It looks like we'll have to have a little remedial training later."
"Sorry, Master," she said, chastened by his words.
He stepped up to her and reached out, opening her robe and sliding it off her shoulders. He dropped it to the floor and then lifted her breasts, examining them closely. "These look none the worse for wear. It couldn't have been all that bad."
"It was all very humiliating, Master," she replied. "Please don't make me do that again. Please."
"I didn't make you do it this time," he said. He squeezed the breasts that rested in his palms. "Your other owner did."
"Yes, Master," she sighed. "But do I have to have two owners? Can't I belong to just you?"
"Well, I can ask her," he offered. "But I already know the answer. She adores you and wants very much to own you."
"Master, I am supposed to start classes next week," she said. "With Katy going to the same school, it could be awkward if she owns me."
"You will be working on your doctorate," he replied. "She's just an undergrad. You'll never be in the same classes."
"Yes, Master. But I could run into her on campus."
"I don't intend to let people at the school know that I own you," he explained. "There is no reason for anyone to know that Katy owns you either. I'll talk to her to make sure she understands that."
"Thank you, Master."
"Oh, and speaking of your classes," he continued. "I would love to be your advisor but that would not be appropriate. Conflict of interest; nepotism; that sort of thing. I have arranged for Dr. Grimm to be your advisor."
Innocence gasped. Dr. Susan Grimm was just what her name implied: grim. As far as Innocence could tell, she had no sense of humor whatsoever and struck fear into most students.
"Oh, Master," she responded. "Couldn't I have a different one? I hardly know Dr. Grimm and I have such better relationships with others in the faculty. Surely one of them would be a better choice for me."
"You will just have to trust me on this, Cency," he said to her. "She will be a perfect fit for your doctoral thesis topic."
Innocence blinked. "I have a topic for my thesis already? I didn't think I had to come up with a topic until my second year. I haven't even thought about it yet."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you,' he smiled. "Yes, you have a topic. I selected one for you to help you along."
"Oh," she nodded slowly. "What is my topic?"
"The Emotional Aspects of Surrender: The Politics of Submission in a World that Romanticizes Domination." He smiled proudly as he announced it to her. "It has the potential to be groundbreaking."
"Oh," she nodded slowly again. "And Dr. Grimm can help me with that topic?"
"Oh my, yes," he replied. "You'll have to read some of her papers. She's an acclaimed expert in domination and submission theory. And she has done extensive field research on the matter. In fact, she's getting ready to start a new study and was starting to look for a research assistant when I talked to her about you. It should be a perfect fit and should be some thrilling research."
"Wow," exclaimed Innocence. "I had no idea. What exactly will this study be examining?"
"I'll let her explain it to you," he smiled. "I told her to expect a call from you to schedule an appointment."
"Wow," Innocence repeated.
Two days later, Innocence was seated in Susan Grimm's office. She sat nervously across the desk from the stern looking professor.
Susan Grimm was actually an attractive woman when you ignored the way that she dressed herself. The thirty five year old professor was much taller than Innocence at close to six feet. She had black hair and a pretty face. And as near as Innocence could tell, she had a nice body.
But she seemed to do everything she could to make herself unattractive. Her hair was always tied up into a bun. Her face was always adorned with an ugly pair of glasses that made her look like a spinster. And she always wore black. The color worked well but there was never any variety and never any brightness. It all worked to make her look so stark.
"Dr. Blackwell tells me that you wish to research submission as part of your doctoral work," the professor started.
"Yes, Dr. Grimm," replied Innocence, even though she was not sure that was the topic that she really wanted to focus on.
"Very good," said the professor. "It's a topic that is relatively unexplored from an academic point of view, aside from what little research I have published. There is much that we can explore together."
"That would be very good, Dr. Grimm," Innocence responded. "I appreciate you considering me for your research."