“Did you bring the jewelry?”
She nodded, then rose quietly and went to her purse. Fishing out a small box, she brought it over. Her eyes were wet.
“Here, Master Carl,” she said softly, putting the box in his hand.
He took it carefully, as if it were the crown jewels. Opening it, he saw two gold nipple rings, what appeared to be a belly-button ring and four small gold rings that had to be for her labia.
“Show me where these went.” He handed her the four rings.
She took the rings and held them carefully in the palm of her hand. Carl could see her lower lip trembling. Her memories must have been spilling over.
“Is it too painful? Would you rather not?” Carl felt he’d gone too far.
“Will Master Carl make Naughty Girl wear them?”
“No, not if it’s too painful a memory.”
Nodding, she came over and sat down next to him on the couch. She spread her legs and grabbed the fleshy lips. “Here,” she said, showing him the tiny indentations, dots of white against the skin, two on each side. She held up one of the small gold rings, a shiny contrast to her pale smoothness.
“He had you pierced?”
“Yes. He took me to a friend of his, a woman who had a lot of piercings in her body. I was surprised he knew someone like that. After all, he’d been a professor for many years. He told me he had a secret life and now that he had met me, he could explore it more.”
“What was that life?” He already knew the answer.
“He corresponded with members of a bondage and discipline club.”
“Like that Master Turk?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever see him again?”
“No.”
“Did Master Stephen ever force you to make love to anyone else?”
“No, he didn’t. Thank god.”
Carl decided to move on. “Did it hurt to be pierced like that?”
“A little. The woman numbed it up first.”
“Why did he do that?” he asked.
“He-Master liked to tie his Naughty Girl’s pussy up…and do…other things.” Her voice was almost inaudible.
“What kinds of things?”
She hung her head. He couldn’t imagine what her Master would make her do.
“H-he hung bells from them, for example.”
“Bells?”
She nodded. “On little gold chains. They’d hang down an inch or so. They…they would tinkle when Slut moved.”
Carl began to see how this could be quite embarrassing. “He’d take you out in public like that?”
“Not around here,” she said. “We’d drive somewhere, where no one knew us. When we stopped, he’d ask me if I wanted to wear panties. It was our little game. I always said no, just like he expected me to, just like when we were in his office. Then he’d clip on the bells, telling me I was bad and had to be punished.” She seemed to shake with the power of the memory. Carl could see her pussy was slick with juices. The effect on her was obvious.
He was so taken with the story that he had quite forgotten that she had stopped calling herself Naughty Girl. Carl’s cock thrust hard against his pants. “Then what?”
“He’d make me get out of the car and walk with him. People could hear the bells, but didn’t know where the sound was coming from. They’d turn and look. Once in a while, someone would look down and catch sight of the tiny bells, hanging right about the level of the hem of my short skirt and they’d laugh. I was mortified.”
“But all you had to do was wear panties and he’d stop, right?”
“Yes.” Carl had to lean in to hear her. “But I-I liked it. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why is that, do you think?”
“I-I don’t know. I think I liked being a naughty girl. At least, with him.”
“So you both enjoyed public displays like this?”
DeeDee just nodded.
“It turned you on.” Carl could hardly believe his ears.
Again, the nod.
“Bring me your clothes,” he ordered, an idea forming in his head. He wondered if he had the nerve.
She looked up sharply at him, her eyes questioning, but she said nothing. She rose fluidly, a sheen of wetness on both thighs and went to her pile of clothes. She’d worn a black skirt that came down to just above her knees and an ivory silk blouse with tiny pearl buttons. A pair of black sandals completed her outfit.
“I suppose this will have to do.”
“W-what do you mean, Master Carl?”
“This skirt is too long, but it’s all you’ve got. I think the blouse is all right, if we unbuttoned a couple of buttons. The shoes could be a little higher too.”
She looked confused, glancing down at her nakedness then up to his face. “You want me to put on my clothes?”
“Yes. We’re going shopping.”
She dressed quickly, clearly nervous. She started to head to the bathroom then stopped to ask permission. “I’m-I’m wet. Down there. May I go wipe up, Master Carl?”
“No. And you’ll have to be spanked for using that euphemism. What word should you have used?”
“P-pussy.” The word came out softly.
“Or?” he pressed.
“Cunt.”
“Get the ruler.”
She rose and went to his desk, then returned with a wooden ruler. Carl could see red marks high on her cheekbones. She appeared flushed and nervous.
“Get into position.” She dropped down and turned around in front of him, presenting her ass. He flipped up her skirt and gave her two quick whacks on each rounded globe, leaving red stripes. He did not hit her too hard. Just a wake-up call.
He escorted her to the car and they drove to the mall. On the way, he made her raise her skirt up so he could see her nakedness. She seemed flushed and yet strangely excited. When they arrived, he turned to her. “You’ve also forgotten your pronouns, you know. You’ll have to be punished for that.”
She blanched. Carl could tell she thought he was going to spank her here. “No, not that,” he added, seeing a visible sign of relief in her eyes. “I want you to roll up your skirt a little bit.”
DeeDee opened her mouth to say something then quickly closed it. She attempted to obey him while still sitting down, but he stopped her with a hand on her forearm. “No, get out of the car first.”
Her eyes widened. “You want me…um, Naughty Girl to get out and raise up her skirt?”
“Are you being disobedient? Does Naughty Girl need more punishment?”
“No, no, sir.” She got out, leaving the door open as a shield. Carl watched her from inside the car. Nervously, she rolled up the skirt an inch.
“Keep going,” he said.
Another inch disappeared. Now it came to mid-thigh. “A little more.”
She made an inarticulate sound and looked around fearfully. She rolled the skirt until he could see the slick juices on both of her inner thighs. The skirt hung just about two inches below her damp pussy. “Okay, that’ll do.”
He got out and locked the car. She came to him, nervous as a cat. He leaned over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She looked very slutty. She also seemed to vibrate in her shoes.
“Is this what Master would do?”
She nodded, her eyes wide. She looked around, as if she was prepared to hide if someone saw her. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it?
Carl started to walk. DeeDee raced to catch up. “Oh, and one more thing. While we’re inside, don’t forget your name.”
He thought DeeDee would faint. He could see her blushing all the way up the front of her chest to the tips of her ears.
They entered the mall and strolled over to a young women’s store, someplace that would cater more to girls from teenage to college years, not a twenty-seven year-old like DeeDee. Rock tunes played loudly and colored lights spiraled around, making the store look like a rave.
Carl went up to a Goth clerk, hair dyed black with a purple stripe, a silver ring piercing an eyebrow and a nose ring through one nostril. Perfect, he thought. “My girlfriend needs some new clothes,” he said over the boom of the music.
She stared at DeeDee, her eyes moving up and down, taking in the altered outfit, the loosened buttons. “Yeah,” she said, her mind clearly working as she glanced back at Carl. “I think I can fix her up. And I’ll bet you’ll want to approve everything.”