Gazing up at her tormenter, she softly and sincerely says, "Thank You, George!" just as Tom walks besides them and says, "You did well, Honey. The five minutes are up. It's over, when the blood starts to circulate again it will hurt even more, so brace yourself.", as he gently removes the two gruesome instruments of torture from her swollen throbbing nipples.
"O-Ow!" She screams and involuntarily grabs both tormented breasts and squeezes them in a mostly futile effort to help stop the excruciating pain.
Tom hugs and holds her as she sobs onto his shoulder and tells her it's all right and that it's all over. She can get dressed and he'll take her home. Relieved, she nods and then remembers he said she was to be punished twice. Once by George and then by him.
"But what about my second punishment? Aren't you going to do it?" She asks.
"I don't think so tonight! I think you've had enough and I don't want to you to endure more than you can stand. I was a little too carried way right then." He says.
"But you're the one who said I had to learn to be held responsible for what I do?" She accuses.
"Honey, you've proved enough? You've been so wonderful and already suffered so much. We'll talk about it tomorrow and decide where we want to go from here." He remonstrates.
"Well, if you say so, it's just that that..." She halts.
"Just that what?"
"Well, I love you so much and I've learned so little! I'm confused and worried. I know you want me as a Slave, but then you tell me you don't think I can! We didn't come over here until after noon and just really started playing at supper. It's only nine now. That's just three hours. I want to be yours forever. If I can't stand or you don't think I can stand more than three hours, how can I-we ever know?" She asks tearfully.
"I don't know, dear. I believe that for you to reach that decision that things have to become progressively harder and harder. I can't think of anything more to do that you're ready for right now." He gently tells her.
"B-but what if I lose my nerve? If I go home now, all I'll do is think about how awful it was and what George and Virginia here will think of me. I'll be ashamed and embarrassed every time I see them or you, unless I know for certain I can be a true slave. You had something in mind for punishing me yourself, what was it?" She asks tremblingly.
"Well, I was... No! I don't think..." He starts.
"Well, you can at least tell me! Even if you won't do it at least tell me what it is." She begs.
"Well, uh, I was going to pierce your breasts with some of George's mom's needles." He apologizes, "Now are you satisfied? Go get your clothes on."
"P-Pierce my breasts?" She stammers, "With a needle?"
"Y-Yes! With a damned needle! I saw some pictures on the internet, and I was angry at you when you jerked George's prick, even though it was kind of funny, and I was frustrated at him for not letting you suck him." He yells, "It was a stupid idea and dangerous to boot!".
"Pierce my breasts? To put rings in them? To disfigure me?"
"No, never disfigure you. Darling, you're so beautiful; I'd never even fantasize about disfiguring you. No, in some bondage books and internet sites they use needles to punish girls. That's also where I got the idea about the clothespins. The needles are small and they heal quickly." he confesses, "The idea kind of turned me on and I just lost my head. I'm sorry!" He finishes with a sob and starts crying.
"Oh Honey, don't be sorry!" Alicia cries, throwing her naked body against him and her arms around his neck, "Why not?".
"W-why not what?" He stammers.
"Why won't you do it?" She cries, "If you wanted to, then go ahead. If girls can do it for money on the internet, then surely I can do it because I love you so much!"
"No! It's too much!" He objects.
"No! Please! If George's mom can poke those in herself every day, surely I can stand it. Please let me prove that I'm worthy enough to belong to you. Teach me about what you really expect of me as your slave." She begs.
"You're sure!" He asks incredulously.
"Y-yes, well not s-sure. I don't know if I can stand it. But I'm sure I want to try. Have George hold me if I panic or flinch. Treat me like I'm already your slave, please." She responds tearfully.
Still uncertain, Tom looks at George who is sitting on the couch next to Virginia. His pants are still open and the buxom redhead is using both hands to fondle his erection as they sit quietly watching and listening. Embarrassed, Virginia pulls her hands back to her own lap and George covers himself and starts to shove the swollen organ back in his trousers.
"What do you think, George? Do you want to help?" Tom asks him.
"Whatever you say." He replies as he fumbles trying to get his rock hard penis under his shorts.
"OK. Don't put that away. I think if Alicia really wants to do this, we'd better try to do as good a job as we can. I think if you sit in the corner chair is the best way to do this. Pull your pants down and quit trying to hide that prick of yours. We've all seen it and as hard as it is I don't think it'll fit back inside." Tom instructs him.
Turning to the shaking nude girl in front of him, he says, "Now Alicia, since you're sure you want to act the part of my slave, we'll play it as a realistic role. You're sure you want to?"
Although still fearful, she looks lovingly up at him with a smile and says, "Yes Master!" in a clear voice.
"That's my girl!" He smiles back and then, "Oh I almost forgot! Virginia, could you bring me a wet washcloth and the bottle of rubbing alcohol from the bath please."
As the redhead goes to do his bidding, he turns to Alicia and says, "Now Slave. You've agreed to be punished. Is that right?"
"Yes Master!" She answers clearly.
"How are you going to be punished?"
"B-by being pierced with needles through my b-breasts!" is the much more uncertain reply.
"Why are you being punished?" Is the next question.
Caught off guard Alicia stutters, "Uh-uh, for spilling the wine, f-for being rude and insisting with George, for resisting you when you put your finger in my b-bottom in the shower, for fighting you both when George touched me, for c-cuming when he rubbed me and for-for not pleasing you enough, Master!"
"That's right except for one thing. You are not being punished for cuming for George. Being inexperienced, you have not yet been taught not to cum unless given permission, so that was not a punishable offense. Although it might become one later if you prove yourself worthy enough to become a true Slave. Do you understand?" He tells her.
"Yes Master."
"Now what is the most important reason you are being punished?" He quizzes.
"For being rude and insisting with George, Master." She answers promptly.
"No that's not right either. Although you did include it in your list of transgressions which is very good for an inexperienced Slave. Punishment is always inflicted primarily for being insufficiently pleasing. However, the secondary purpose is to teach the slave its proper role and help it to improve itself." is his correction this time.
"Yes Master, this slave is sorry she is not pleasing." she answers with a slight smile.
"Be careful, flippancy is not becoming in a Slave." He warns.
Lowering her eyes, she replies, "Yes Master."
"Now slave, because you are required to be always open and sexually available, you will go to George and sit on his lap. Let his hard-on slide into the crack of your ass so it will remind you during your punishment that you are a slave and always available for sex by anyone your Master chooses." He orders.
Blushing at Tom's coarse language, the nude girl turns and sees George sitting with his pants below his knees and his erect penis and dark scrotum fully in view. She turns around and gingerly sits on his lap, wiggling to let the thick rod enter the topmost part of her back cleft and looks questioningly at her boyfriend.
"No, not like that. You are to make yourself available at all times as much as possible. Open your legs wide and slide back onto his cock all the way."