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positioned himself between her long, smooth
legs. They were totally feminine, but strong and firm. He leaned
down to within an inch of her vulva and breathed in her
woman-scent. Blood rushed to his abdomen. The cruel plastic cage
would have none of it. He used his tongue to part her already moist
labia and relished the salty, musky taste and smell. Bridget came
quickly, aroused by shaving and pseudo-castrating Nathan.
    Bridget slipped from beneath him and walked
in the bathroom. Nathan heard water filling the bathtub. “Slave,
come in here. I want you to bathe me and shave my legs.” Nathan
knelt beside the soaking tub and watched the water rising around
her body. He washed her with a natural sponge and organic body
wash, methodically caressing her perfect skin with the brown
sponge. She rested her legs on the side of the tub as he lathered
and shaved them, and rose on her knees for him to shave her vulva.
His cock twitched inside its prison as he worked. He held a towel
as she stepped out and dried her off.
    “I feel like cooking tonight,” she announced
as he helped her don a silk robe. I think I’ll do Chinese. She
pointed to a wicker hamper. “There is a load of dark clothes you
can run while I’m cooking.” She stepped into a pair of satin
slippers and left him in the bedroom.

CHAPTER THREE
    “Where are we going, mistress?” After two
weeks, Nathan was comfortable asking questions within the scope of
their arrangement.
    “To a shop that does tattoos and body
piercing.” Nathan broke into a cold sweat.
    “Am I getting a tattoo?” he asked meekly.
    “Not today, anyway. The chastity device I’ve
selected for you is integrated with a Prince Albert piercing. It’s
impossible to pull out.”
    “Prince Albert?” She turned he head and met
his gaze. She smiled showing her perfect white teeth.
    “It’s a piercing that passes through the
urethra and out the bottom of the glans, where it meets the penis
shaft.” Nathan shivered as a bead of sweat tickled down his
side.
    “Why are you doing this to me?”
    “I want to ensure there are not accidents. I
want you secure in your chastity device. You’re doing it for me,
Nathan. Turn left at the next light.” She directed him into a strip
shopping center and had him park in front of a storefront with a
sign Body Art by Jeremy . Nathan felt perspiration trickle
down his back as they walked across the lot. Bridget held his arm,
as if they were a real couple. The men they passed stared with
envy. Bridget’s smile disarmed them, making them act and look like
schoolboys. He opened the door and stepped in behind her. A burly
man in a black tee shirt and jeans hung up the phone and smiled.
“Jeremy?”
    “You must be Bridget. I never forget a
voice.” He looked stupid as she smiled and offered her hand.
    “This is Nathan. He wants a PA and the
Steelheart chastity device.” Nathan swallowed hard as he looked at
the pink and blue designs that snaked up the man’s muscular arms
and disappeared under his black tee shirt. Jeremy smiled as he
looked Nathan up and down.
    “Excellent choice-- complete security and the
utmost in comfort for long-term confinement.” He led them to a
jewelry display. “I’d suggest starting with a 12 gauge captive bead
ring. You can go up to a 10 later.”
    “How soon before he can wear the Steelheart?”
Bridget’s eyes sparkled like a little girl’s on Christmas morning.
Nathan felt his stomach turn.
    “Not until it heals... well he can wear it
before then, just not with the anti-pull out device attached. I
think you’ll find it plenty secure even without it.” Nathan signed
the consent form without reading it-- the last thing a successful
attorney in his right mind would do. But Nathan wasn’t in is right
mind. She’d taken over his will and he was helpless to resist.
Jeremy led them through a door into the salon area with private
rooms. The smell of disinfectant and traces marijuana smoke filled
his nostrils, as he looked