Chapter 4

Sunny shivers deliciously. Though not a cool night the fear of discovery heightens her enjoyment of the abject humiliation of awaiting totally naked in the converted lobby of her building. It was once the loading dock of the converted warehouse and is thus an expansive area partially partitioned to offer a ground floor apartment along with access to the elevator. There are places for her to duck out of sight if neighbors descend on the elevator. But arriving occupants could enter with little notice. Thus Sunny lingers as instructed, prepared to bolt like a frightened rabbit with the creak of the outer door.

I enter and spot her peeking out from behind some crates. I waggle my finger and hold up the little clasp and thin cord, her nose leash. She knows to obediently approach.

“Maybe I’ll walk you up and down the street again, Sunny. So shy.”

She steps forth and I once again admire the girlish form. Breasts which belie her one hundred pounds. Rounded buttocks which enticingly roll with each footfall. She places her hands behind her neck and politely smiles as the clasp enters one nostril, my fingers directing the tip to exit the other. It clicks closed.

“Been a good girl?”

She nods as my right hand raises the cord and with it her face. My left lowers to her pubes. Sunny shaves there, of course, knowing that body hair distracts. My limited training in gynecology offers a quick splay of the outer labia, my middle finger plunging inward... with ease. The minx parts her feet to offer better access.

“You’re wet. Lurking about naked excites you.”

She smiles quite shyly, listening for the descending elevator... or more significantly another creak of the outer door.

“We have work to do. I will walk you outdoors and naked at another time.”

The dripping fingers of my left hand press against her lips. She knows to lick them dry. I direct her to the elevator. In pressing the button, I can only imagine the mental torment as the industrial motor grinds, Sunny wondering whether the car will arrive empty.

“How will you explain this to your neighbors, Sunny? Naked and walking about leashed.”

Stepping into the vast car, I do believe it could lift automobiles, I have Sunny kneel at my feet for the long ascent to the top floor.

“Stay,” I command master to dog.

I do so enjoy the beseeching look as she stares directly up at me. She is more deer in the headlights than canine. The thought that a neighbor may be skulking about offers genuine concern.

Still, the six floors are negotiated without mishap and I bring Sunny into her loft to the sound of a sigh of relief.

The grommet device is ready in my jacket pocket. She’s been waiting and thinking all day about this visit. Over and above the apprehension of prancing about the lobby naked is the brief but intense pain she will soon feel. I again place her kneeling and step behind her. I tie off her nose leash to a heating pipe, the bondage more symbolic than real. In drawing back her arms I inspect. Just above the right elbow at the inside I swab the surface of her skin with alcohol. Then I pinch the flesh, align, press and the contraption clicks then snaps. Sunny cries out. A second grommet instantaneously pierces her flesh. As stated, it is the equivalent of a hypodermic needle upon entry but the grommet expands the opening and then folds over. Not to be removed. Never to slip back out the opening.

I dab away the blood of a pinprick. I reload.

“Every evening, Sunny. One by one I’ll have your body altered for quick bondage.”

The left elbow is next. The swab. The click. The snap. The yelp. The blood. The dab.

“Good girl,” I compliment as I inspect the two new openings.

Small, as with the nose grommet, there are open circles of about a centimeter thrust through a tuft of epidermis, as thick as I could gather. The resulting holes are quite limited in size. Wearing clothing, the traces of metal would not be noticeable to the unwary.

A double ‘D’ clamp unites the two new grommets and thus her elbows. Though supple the short connection renders her hands useless. This is now real bondage.

My hand lowers again. Under the buttocks, slipping past the rose bud of her anus, I explore again to find even more wetness. I smile knowingly. The girl yelps with each snap but she enjoys.

“Come.”

I release the leash and walk her to the pile of pipes and fixtures delivered days ago.

“You can watch as I work.”

A supporting pillar awaits. I take the time to tie off her nose leash high above. Elbows held behind her back, her bondage is no longer symbolic and I take the time to assure she must stand on her toes. Whereas I found her shivering in the lobby, now she shudders. I know it to be a systemic reaction to both the pain and the intrusive action of the grommet device. Similar to having a tooth pulled or some other seemingly minor procedure... the mind shrugs but the body mourns.

“Arroycoo,” I announce with evil glee. “Only a girl with your nasty mind could contrive modern fantasies from such an ancient custom.”

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