Chapter 8

Sunny has become somewhat accustomed to her walks, unfortunately. Still I believe there remains the inner thrill of being outdoors and naked, akin to the childhood quiver of delight experienced in skinny dipping, the fear of being caught.

She now relieves herself upon command and knows not to resist the leash when an interloping truck or car turns onto the isolated street... that I am in control and that she is to quietly obey... that I will decide whether to exhibit her or lead her to the simple cover of a nearby garbage bin or alleyway.

“Tonight will be quite painful, Sunny. I am going to penetrate deeply. Snag a muscle. You’ll be somewhat lame over the weekend. I will check on you.”

She nods. In her reticence it is difficult to judge her level of apprehension... eager for the arroycoo to begin, yet knowing the pain to be borne. The mental conflict is oddly welcomed in the masochist.

We return to the building. The elevator grinds away as Sunny kneels at my feet.

“You will hang me soon?” that deep voice unusually sullen.

A condemned prisoner inquiring about his/her execution?

“In time. I’ll want you thoroughly restrained. No nominal bindings such as in those pictures you gave me. I’ll want you and my frame to be one. I’ll want you to sense complete helplessness.”

She nods as the motor stops and I work the massive metal elevator doors.

Into her apartment I lead to my frame. The nose leash is tied first. Then the elbows are disconnected, drawn high and secured right and left forcing her to bend further at the waist. Thereafter, it is time to corset my naked toy. Another cord is strung from the front pipe, tied to where the nose leash is secured. I then unravel and thread the loose end through the spinal grommets... top right, top left, second right, second left, third pair, fourth, fifth... there are eight pairs. Then the free end is pulled taut and tied high to the rear pipe. In tugging, the cord becomes a defacto corset. Sunny gasps as the single strand forces the sets of grommets to move together, tightening her flesh, pulling the skin of her torso and more forcefully presenting those marvelous breasts.

Yes, a skin corset, bringing a sense of total confinement as every square inch of flesh, neck line to belly, is stretched to tautness.

“Feel good?” I taunt, knowing the sense of thorough bondage can overwhelm.

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

I load the modified grommet device. I swab the top of the left buttock with alcohol, a larger expanse than at the elbows and spine. I pinch a massive section and align.

“This will require a moment, Sunny. I want to catch some of the gluteus maximus muscle. The penetration will be quite deep.”

I press, there is an initial click then snap, the device strains. Sunny howls. One moment. Two. Then comes the final click indicating the penetration is complete and the grommet perimeter has been thrust completely through and the edge rolled for permanency. I dab. More blood than other penetrations, but limited considering the size and depth of the newly made aperture in Sunny’s skin.

I step to her side and caress her left breast to sooth. Her knees begin to buckle, for the first time sensing a degree of arroycoo as the cords bear more of her weight. In feeling the pain, her flesh holding her weight, she struggles to renew normal posture.

“Yes, quite cathartic, deeply penetrating to catch the muscle. You will be lame until you acclimate.”

I move to the rear to swab the right buttock. Sunny pleads.

“Please not again!”

“Just one more, Sunny. Be a brave girl for me.”

I take my time, not only enhancing Sunny’s apprehension, but also ensuring a symmetrical penetrating grommet. I detect a sob as I carefully align the device. Then a muffled cry of anguish as I press and the grommet forcefully works its way through thick layers of epidermis and a modicum of muscle. With the final click, I think to myself as I dab away... Sunny has no concept of what such deep penetration can bring. But as her knees give way... she is beginning to learn.

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