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     I  breathed  in  the  warm  night   air  of  an  alien  world,  and
contemplated what I was going  to  do,  that  night.  The sea was green,
yes, at night, but the  moon  was  small,  and  the  sands were volcanic
black, and the trees, using some  sort  of hemophyll, were a rust color.
But they did burn, and I collected  firewood.   I glanced at the display
on my securor-droid, Voll,  to  see  the  weather  report,  and found it
satisfactory.  It's shaped like a dog, only a stainless steel one.  It's
not sentient, and Wendy watched me through it.  I glanced at the time.
     Magic.  I felt it all around me,  the  magic of nature, of Clarke's
technology, and  most  importantly,  of  what  it  was I was going to do
tonight.
     For tonight I was going to  do  something  I  had  sworn was on the
other side of my limit.   My  relationship  with  Kathy was spectacular,
both  in  our  affection,  and  the   heights  to  which  we  drove  our
understandings of  power,  and  submission.   We  discussed  our  scenes
beforehand, and she had  never  yet  used  the  word.   But I stopped at
breaking the skin.  I  did  that  once,  when  using  a  light whip, and
immediately  stopped  the   scene.     She  was  disappointed,  but  she
understood.  That was my limit, I was making a mark.
     But tonight, of her own free will,  I  would  shed Kathy's blood on
this sand, and leave a mark on her body nature could not erase.

     "You have got to be kidding." I was sure she was.
     "No, Ken, listen, I'm deadly serious.  I want this."
     "But, but...Look, remember  that  time  with  the whip?  You know I
can't stand blood."
     "Bullshit.  You've  a  medical  degree,  you're  registered  on the
Cutter's list."  Her voice softened.  "Look, Ken, it's symbolic.  I love
you.  I want to do this as a symbol of  just how far that goes.  Look, I
know you.  You write  in  your  journals  every  day,  you write poetry,
position papers.  I know you, I  know  you  write.  I haven't lived with
you for almost a year now without knowing that.  You've a romantic soul,
and you know it.  You  can  understand,  can't  you?"  she said, in that
frustratingly pleading voice that always melted my heart.
     And the most damning thing about  the  whole  thing was that Yes, I
did understand what she meant, what  she  wanted.  I'd seen the vast and
profound depths of her soul she  wanted  to explore;  I'd even seen them
in me, and that's scary.  From behind  me, I heard her whisper one word,
"Please?"
     I stood there, my back to her,  and  said  "Okay.   Three days from
now, Isilya, okay?  Meet Lance at transporter room three, and he'll know
where to send you."
     She looked at me, unsure.  "Are you sure you want to do this, Ken?"
     "No, I'm not sure at all.  Yes, I am.  Yes, I do.  But, Kathy..."
     "Yeah?"
     "One thing.  You realize that once I  start, the word doesn't work.
Once it's begun, there's no way to stop it."
     She looked at me, then nodded.  "I know."

     I looked up.  The moon was almost  overhead.   Ian  had been ticked
that I'd asked for shore leave today,  but he knew he didn't need me and
Gods know I deserved some.   Besides,  I could always pull the 'personal
emergency' crap on him.
     I picked up the magnesium charge I'd  brought and threw it into the
firewood.  The bonfire lit, and with  the way I'd made it, it would burn
for hours.  It cast a great glow over the black beach.
     I checked my pocket, for the three needles, the hook, and the lock.
They were there, all in  their  respective  boxes.   I sighed.  My watch
chimed.
     There was a shimmering over to my  left,  and I turned to see Kathy
becoming solid from the teleporter.   When the stasis field dropped, she
fell to her knees.  "I am here, my lord."
     "Yes, slave.  I know.  And you know for what you have come?"
     "Yes, my lord.  I am here to serve,  to  submit to your desires, no
matter what they may be."
     "Then rise, remove your clothing, and follow me."  She stood, and I
led her to the driftwood log I'd  found  and moved near the fire, not to
near to burn, but enough  light.   "Sit."   I'd  placed a blanket on the
ground and under the log, so  there  wouldn't  be  sand everywhere.  She
sat, and I moved around to the back of  the log.  I grabbed a wrist, and
stretched her arm our along the log, and secured it with a fetter.  Then
the same with her other wrist, so she was tied down to the log, her head
resting aginst it, her body  lain  across  the  blanket.  I put the firm
pillow I'd brought under her ass, raising it up.  I spread her legs, and
knelt between them.  I reached over  for  the little leather box, hiding
its contents, the sterilization  field  and the three needles.  I opened
it.
     She noticed it.   "Ken?"   She  asked.   As  our  relationship  had
progressed, we'd learned what names were approriate when.
     "Yes, slave?"
     "Three?  I thought..."
     "Kathy, if you want this as badly  as  I  think you do, you will do
this my way, is that understood?"
     "Yes...yes sir."  She looked at me,  nervous,  and I think a little
disbeleiving.  Just three days ago I'd been arguing against this.
     I took out one needle, and  the  small  bottle,  and  the cloth.  I
spread her pubic  hair,  and  exposed  her  cunt.   It was wet, from her
excitement, which was  there  even  frightened  as  she  was.  I gently,
softly tugged at her inner labia, watching it swell with her heat, and I
gently swabbed it with the wetted  cloth.   I  looked up at her, and her
eyes flicked back and forth between my hands and my face.
     "Are you ready? Are you sure?" I asked, one last time.
     She looked at me, and she nodded, and one whisper, one "yes."
     I took the needle, and high on the  inside  of her smaller labia, I
pressed the tip gently, the  cuirboil  pad on my finger ready to receive
it, and in one sharp thrust I  drove  it  through her flesh and into the
leather pad.  She whimpered, a high keening sound, a single peal of pain
escaping her lips and fading into  the  quiet surf.  Tears streamed down
her face.  I removed the needle, and found the little hook, and I put it
through the hole I'd made, and I  slid  the  small metal posts along the
gold until they were at both sides of her labia, holding it in place.  I
slowly laid the rest of  the  charm  against  her  mons  venus.  She was
breathing hard, staring at her  cunt,  her  tears still sliding down her
cheeks and dripping from her  jawline  onto her breasts.  I took out the
second needle.
     She stared at it, and I held it up, between us.  Just by refocusing
our eyes, we could  either  stare  at  each  other,  or the needle.  She
looked at it, and slowly, she nodded.
     I moved the little box nearer to  where  I was so I could reach the
third needle quickly, because I was  going  to have to.  I tugged gently
on her labia, again, the same one  as  before, only further down, closer
to her vagina, and with the  same  deliberate  slowness,  I  brought the
needletip to her flesh,  and  with  the  same  force  I drove it quickly
through her labia.  She whimpered,  much  quieter this time, and looked.
Her breathing was still ragged.  I  quickly  removed the needle, grabbed
the third one, and this time, much faster,  repeated the same act on her
other labia, across from the hole  I'd  made with the second.  I reached
into the box, and grabbed the lock.    It was a reproduction of a terran
antique from their 1800's,  tiny,  intricate,  maybe  two centimeters at
it's longest axis.  I pressed the  open  latch  through her first labia,
and it slid through.  I quickly  slid  the  two tiny gold rings over the
latchpiece, and seperated them, and crimped them.  Then I slid the latch
through her other labia,  and  then,  with  a  final click, I closed the
lock.
     I looked up at her face, then, for the  first time since I'd picked
up the  second  needle.   There  were  tears,  but  her  face was one of
bewilderment.  I very quietly  explained,  "Katheryne  Hawkwind, you are
mine.  This lock is on the very  door  of your womanhood, and I hold the
key.  If you are to submit to  me,  then  you  will  wear this lock as a
symbol of just how much I own you."
     She looked at me,  then,  and  slowly,  I  could  see comprehension
coloring her eyes, and, equally slowly, she smiled, and then she nodded.
With a single  command,  her  fetters  let  her  go,  and she hugged me,
fiercely.
     "You're crying," I said.  "Does it still hurt?"
     She smiled, again, her eyes dancing alight  in the glow of moon and
sea and fire, and said, "A little.    But  I cry because I'm happy, Ken.
You understood!  You did,  you  really  did,  you knew.  Oh, Ken, you've
made me so happy, so wonderfully happy."
     I smiled, and began picking up the three  needles, and I threw them
into the fire.  Then, with the  light  disinfectant,  I gently wiped the
blood from her sex, and she  winced  as  the  peroxide bubbled a little.
Then I looked up into her eyes,  again,  and said, "I thought I had," my
smile coming to my mouth  unbidden,  again.   "It  was a real debate.  I
didn't know if you would want  three,  especially  when you saw what the
extra two were for, but I told you you had no choice."
     "I know."  Her face was radiant.   "But  your idea is perfect.  Oh,
gods, they're both so pretty."  She  was  holding the charm carefully, a
small hook charm with a black diamond and an eagle's feather.
  I held up     they  small  key.   "See  this?"  I  asked.  She nodded.
"I've got one copy, Wendy has  one,  and  Ian  has one, so if one should
ever get lost, or if something should happen, you'll know who to ask."
     She  nodded,  all  seriousness  there,  even  if  she  was yawning.
Starship crewman is a hazardous job,  and we both knew it.  But then she
smiled again.  I pulled an extra  couple  of  blankets out of the duffel
I'd put aside, and a few pillows.   "Kathy,  let's go to sleep.  And you
be careful, you're going to be sore for a while."
     But the excitement of the  past  hour  was  just now catching up to
her, like it was to me, and once  I'd  put the pillow under her head and
the blanket over her, she  was  groggy,  and  she  simply said, "I'll be
okay, Ken...just...lemme get some rest."   And she was out.  I shrugged,
and gave a command to Voll.  The  droid  turned  on a blanket field over
the fire, and it went down, and  I  ordered  it  to bank the fire slowly
over the night.  I grabbed a pillow and gently joined my love in sleep.
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