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Claire had to tolerate Jean carrying her again but she'd been mentally prepared for that - how else was she going to get to the bath otherwise? However, the size of the bath was unexpected and Claire was amazed, excited and then disappointed because she realised its luxurious size permitted Jean to join her. More than that, he held her in his lap and then started to wash her back. Claire felt a little shiver run through her body and tried to relax although she could feel his rigid frame pressing everything into her.

He started to wash her front from behind and Claire did everything she could to just sit still and not wriggle. It took conscious effort not to pull away, without her feet to support her, she couldn't really just leap from his arms. Her nipples hardened beneath his touch against her will nonetheless.

“You’re a very attractive young lady Miss Sutton. Tell me did you long to be a man’s BDSM bitch like you wrote online?”

"A fine question to ask after you kidnap me." She blurted out like uncontrolled word vomit.

She let him guide her hand, confused as to what he wanted to do with her...oh!

“Please yourself Miss Sutton.”

She snatched her hand back like it was on fire, "You cannot be serious!"

She blushed so brightly, her face matched her hair. She'd never masturbated in front of someone else before, that was far too intimate. Actually, if she thought about it, Jake had never done it in front of her either. They'd never deemed it a necessary part of their relationship, though really, they talked little about sex in general.

 

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Claire Sutton’s bath to say the least was a sensual and deeply humiliating affairs as she was forced to sit on Jean Batard’s lap. In no time the course texture of the sponge had the young redheads nipples swollen and erect. Clair’s nipples hardened beneath his touch against her will nonetheless, and that pleased him.



“You’re a very attractive young lady Miss Sutton. Tell me did you long to be a man’s BDSM bitch like you wrote online?”



"A fine question to ask after you kidnap me." She blurted out like uncontrolled word vomit, her tongue as sharp as ever, Claire Sutton’s spirit still fiery as ever. This young Miss needed to be broken and then remolded into an obedient young sub. Yet the young redhead let him guide her hand, he knew she was confused as to what he wanted to do with her...oh!

“Please yourself Miss Sutton.”



That simple command brought an immediate response. Claire snatched her hand back like it was on fire, the humiliation of such and act in front of him was unbelievable to her.



"You cannot be serious!" Claire blushed so brightly, her face matched her hair.



“I am quite serious Miss Sutton!”



There was a note of exasperation in Batard’s voice as he forcibly grasped Claire’s hand and placed it back to her pussy. It was clear what he was demanding of her.



Either please yourself with your fingers Miss Sutton or I shall pierce your nipples, and I can assure you it will be a very painful experience for you.”



With his free hand he gripped one of Claire Suttons nipples and pinched than twisted it until tears shimmered in her soft expressive eyes.



“Well Miss Sutton which shall it be.?”

 

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“I am quite serious Miss Sutton!”

His tight grip around her wrist forced her hand down between her thighs again though she fought to wrest it from his grasp the entire time.

"Either please yourself with your fingers Miss Sutton or I shall pierce your nipples, and I can assure you it will be a very painful experience for you.”

She'd moved her other hand in to aid the wrist he held in his grip but she froze at his threat. And as if he felt the need to punctuate it, he pinched one of her nipples and twisted it viciously which forced a cry to tear from her lips.

“Well Miss Sutton which shall it be?”

She whimpered, "I'll...I'll fuck myself."

'It's not fair', she thought to herself about the choices he offered and then realised that was a stupid thought, of course it isn't fair. It wasn't intended to be fair to her.

She began to move her fingers beneath the water line to rub her own clitoris, stirring a gentle warmth within her pelvis as she worked herself up and tried to ignore the fact that Jean was there, pressed against her. Her lips pursed together and her eyes closed because it was easier to block him out that way. Claire tried to take it slow at first, not wanting to endure the humiliation of bringing herself to orgasm for him but then she wondered if going faster would make this end. Of course she didn't know, she didn't think it would matter either way but she drew it out because she feared what came next.

It was difficult to relax and enjoy herself even if she tried though, she did her absolute best regardless because she didn't want to give Jean an excuse to pierce her. She let soft moans escape her because when she clamped them down initially, it made it much harder to relax and coax her orgasm forth. She started breathing a little harder and frigging her clit just a little faster. Finally a strangled cry escape her and her thighs tensed as she came, leaning back against Jean in spite of herself.

 

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Claire Sutton started breathing a little harder and frigging her clit just a little faster. Finally, a strangled cry escape her and her thighs tensed as she came, leaning back against Jean in spite of herself. One of his hands had rested on the young redhead’s hand as she masturbated. Batard loved the staggard cry that escaped the gorgeous young beauty’s lips as she came. His other hand was busy massaging the girl’s breasts and nipples with the coarse sponge. After Claire had cum she leaned back into Jean’s chest.

“No one told you to stop Miss Sutton! Lets see how many times you can cum in the next thirty minutes. Shall we say at least twenty-five times my dear.”

He kissed the nape of Claire’s neck, his hot moist breath sensually stirred the stary whips of hair at the nape of the young redhead’s slender neck.

“If you only cum less that twenty-five times I will pierce your nipples. If you only cum fifteen times I pierce your clit as well Miss Sutton………… Of don’t try faking your orgasms or if you do then you automatically lose my sweet.”

Batard knew he had given Claire Sutton a nearly impossible task she would have to cum nearly once per minute. It was a recipe that was doomed to have the gorgeous young redhead fail or to be a willing little slut much to her shame and humiliation.



“You may start now Miss Sutton.”

 

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“No one told you to stop Miss Sutton! Lets see how many times you can cum in the next thirty minutes. Shall we say at least twenty-five times my dear?”

"What?" Claire asked dumbly as he kissed her neck, she panted gently as she came down from her high.

“If you only cum less that twenty-five times I will pierce your nipples. If you only cum fifteen times I pierce your clit as well Miss Sutton………… don’t try faking your orgasms or if you do then you automatically lose my sweet.”

Claire's eyes widened noticeably as she took in the implications of what he was telling her to do and the consequences of failure.

"That's impossible!" She blurted out in response automatically.

“You may start now Miss Sutton.”

"I can't! That's not fair!" Claire told him, the panic evident in her voice.

Even as she argued though, her fingers found her clit again and began moving rapidly. Her chest rising and falling quickly as adrenaline began coursing through her veins. Her brain was ticking a mile a minute trying to find any possible escape hatch from the scenario he presented and inevitably, she only came to the conclusion that she'd try to make herself cum as much as possible in the next thirty minutes.

The first one came within a few minutes and it was strong, perhaps that was the panic or the adrenaline. Claire barely had the time to enjoy it, she was consciously aware of how many she had to go and her fingers barely stopped ticking as she rode that wave of warm pleasure. She didn't care that she threw her head back on his shoulder as she rode the second orgasm after it. Or that she spread her legs wider by the third, the thought of Jean marking her permanently spurred her to give her dignity little regard.

By the fourth though, she was feeling the fatigue and it had been at least ten minutes. Her body tensed each time and stressed her muscles. She wasn't counting them by the sixth orgasm, she just desperately drove herself onwards but her moans were softer and the climaxes were less powerful. The ninth orgasm was bordering on painful and though she didn't know how long it had been, the water had cooled a few degrees. Her skin was hot all over so it barely registered.

"Please, it hurts. I can't. I can't." She gasped with her eyes half closed though her fingers never ceased moving, their determination swayed by the fatigue and the notion that drawing another orgasm wasn't something her body wanted.

It had most certainly been thirty minutes and she hadn't reached the tenth orgasm by that point. Her clit was burning, her fingers were aching from the repetitive movements and she was sobbing a little from the exertion and the stress. Claire was trembling against Jean's frame, desperate for the end but at the same time she didn't want him to tell her she'd failed though she knew she most certainly had.

 

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"Please, it hurts. I can't. I can't."

Claire’s gasped her eyes half closed though Jean could feel the young redhead’s fingers never ceased moving. Their determination swayed by the gorgeous young girl’s fatigue and the notion that drawing another orgasm wasn't something her body wanted. Claire Sutton was learning that pleasure could become pain, and for Batard the young redhead’s pain was delicious.



It had most certainly been thirty minutes and she hadn't reached the tenth orgasm by that point. Claire was trembling against Jean's frame, he knew Claire was desperate for it to end, she'd failed and he knew that she knew she most certainly had.

“Miss Sutton I am very disappointed in your performance you only came ten times Miss. You know what that means?…………..”



He let his words hit the young redhead like a punch in the guts. He had loved the way Claire had thrown her head back on his shoulder, spread her legs wider like a common little slut in her desperate attempt to do as she was commanded.



“…………….Do you wish to be bound on the rack again or on my bed?”



Batard stroked hiss chin. “The bed I think Miss Sutton so you will be more comfortable. If you fight your fate I assure you, you will suffer greatly.”



There would be pain there was no escaping that. The only question was how much pain. Once more Batard swept Claire Sutton into his arms, first carrying her to a bench by the grotto to dry her. Then he carried her up to his bed and laid her on the dark silken sheets. “Raise your hands above your head, and spread your legs wide Miss Sutton.”



The moment had cum for Claire to accept her fate, her feet would not let her run. Clair’s choices were limited. If she submitted would pain become pleasure?

 

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“Miss Sutton I am very disappointed in your performance you only came ten times Miss. You know what that means?…………..”

'Ten? Was that all?' It was the only thing that came to mind. It had certainly felt like many more.

“…………….Do you wish to be bound on the rack again or on my bed?”

Claire could only whimper softly in response, she felt so defeated that she sagged in his lap.

“The bed I think Miss Sutton so you will be more comfortable. If you fight your fate I assure you, you will suffer greatly.”

'Like my comfort matters.' Claire sighed softly as he carried her from the bath and to the bench to dry her off. She shook her head gently in silent contemplation as he moved the towel over her limbs. She'd known deep down he'd find an excuse to pierce her eventually the moment he'd brought it up and this was intended to make it seem as though she'd had any say in it. Claire had known she didn't, that the game was rigged from the moment he set the rules. Still, every step towards the bedroom made the knot in her stomach twist just a little tighter. He deposited her on the bed and she looked up at him slowly.

“Raise your hands above your head, and spread your legs wide Miss Sutton.”

Claire couldn't help it, she whimpered anyway as much as she tried to hold it back and the dread flowed through every pore, every vein, everywhere. She stretched herself out to obey him very slowly, as if she could draw it out just a little longer. Stall just a little more. Claire didn't want to think what new consequences he'd invent if she chose to fight him and what would she do? Crawl away?

"You were going to do this anyway. You just invented something impossible that you knew I'd never be able to do." She told him earnestly, "why even bother with the game at all? You should've just done it the first time you threatened to."

She scowled up at him with her legs spread and her hands above her head as he'd told her to. Her voice and her body almost in total opposition - one in agreement and the other annoyed and defiant.

 

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Batard could feel Claire’s gorgeous supple young body tense as he carried her up from the grotto to his bedchamber where she would pay for her failure. This voice was pleasant as he said, “Raise your hands above your head, and spread your legs wide Miss Sutton.”



Jean watched Claire, as she whimpered, he could see the dread in her soft expressive eyes and yet the gorgeous young redhead stretched herself out to obey him, though it be very slowly, as if she could draw it out just a little longer. The young beauty stalled just a little more. Her thoughts were her own but the most important thing was Claire Sutton obeyed the command he had given her and obedience was a learned habit, one that would lead this stunning young beauty more fully into her knew life as Jean Batard’s adorable little obedient sub.



Batard made the binding of Claire Sutton’s to the headboard of the bed and her delicate ankles to the foot board a slow, almost sensual affair. The binding secure he kissed each wrist and each ankle when it was bound. She was gorgeous as she lay there on the dark silken sheet spread-eagle and bound for his pleasure. The first thing he did was to place a pillow at the small of Claire’s back. It tilted her hips up, tightened the pull of her bounds, and exposed her clit, her little pearl of passion.

“You are very beautiful Miss Sutton.”



"You were going to do this anyway. You just invented something impossible that you knew I'd never be able to do." She told him earnestly, "why even bother with the game at all? You should've just done it the first time you threatened to."



“But like a good little girl you tried your best to do as I had commanded Miss Sutton.” It was true but no less galling, leaving Claire to ponder her own actions.



Jean Batard was pleased with the young redhead’s fiery outburst as it showed her spirit was not broken yet her obedience, her bending to her fate, pleased him. He leaned over and his lips brushed hers in a fleeting kiss.



“Now don’t scowl Miss Sutton for you have been a very good and pleasing girl.”



Another kiss this one not as fleeting as the last, just a bit deeper and lingered for just a moment longer then he drew back and disappeared from the Claire’s view. He went about his preparations, the ruby and diamond bar bells studs for Claire’s nipples, the golden ringlet for her clit, and two little golden hoops, as well as a bowl of ice.



When Batard returned to his bound beauty he drew a shard of ice from the bowl and he brought it to Claire’s left nipple and massaged that sweet bud with the ice until her nipple was fully engorged, standing proudly on the puffy pillow of her areola. He placed the little hoop so it lay either side of her erect nipple then threaded the sharp point of the stud through the eyelet of the hoop, and then twisting the stud as he pierced Claire’s nipple. He smiled down into her tear shimmering eyes as he capped the stud and then toyed with the little hoop.



“One down and two to go My Pet.”



Likewise, the diamond stud and its hoop pierced the hapless redheaded beauty’s right nipple in the same twisting manner.



“Now for your clit ring my naughty little beauty.”



Batard’s finger caressed Claire’s enflamed clit. The shard of ice massaged it. Then he took the golden ringlet, held in the jaws of what looked like a strange set of pliers, then drove the serpent sharp points home.

 

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Claire felt a small shiver each time he kissed her and a bright blush lit her cheeks when he placed a pillow beneath her, it made her feel more exposed and open than she already was.

“But like a good little girl you tried your best to do as I had commanded Miss Sutton.”

'Condescending prick.' She scowled at him and then looked away, it was humiliating to be in this position and hear him put it like that.

“Now don’t scowl Miss Sutton for you have been a very good and pleasing girl.”

She wished she could hide her face from him completely, instead he kissed her and it punched at all the conflicted feelings she had inside about not fighting this in the first place. It was made worse every time he called her a 'good girl' knowing full well he was about to literally put holes in her. But when he brought the ice forth to lightly numb and harden her nipple, Claire began to shake as she looked down on herself, watching him work.

"Oh god..." She whispered hoarsely right before he punctured her areola and she threw her head back as her whole body shook for a moment.

Her breathing came rapidly and loudly as she tried to get hold of the pain and manage it. To her credit, she didn't cry out even if her body trembled in response to the assault on her nipple.

“One down and two to go My Pet.”

She watched him move to her other side and begin to repeat the process while she took rapid, controlled breaths to prepare herself. Ignoring what he deigned to call her as he went. She grunted softly when he punched through her flesh and secured the other barbell and hanging ring beneath it.

“Now for your clit ring my naughty little beauty.”

This was the one she was really dreading. Logically she knew he'd puncture the hood of her clitoris but that really didn't make the idea of having a needle anywhere near that area easier to bear. Especially as she'd just spent thirty minutes aggravating that area so it was still quite swollen. His fingers touching her forced a whimper from her lips and this time she stared straight up at the ceiling, willing herself to handle the anxiety.

As soon as he punched through her clitoral hood, she screamed - that area is much more innervated than cartilage or even the nipple and she'd never so much as had it clamped prior to this. She sobbed as hot tears that had simmered, finally fell and dripped down her face. Her body jolted and her thighs tried to clench and close but they were held fast by the ankle bindings and she only managed to close them a little while Jean secured the horizontal ring.

"Fuck! It burns! It burns!" She sobbed out in desperation, her voice wavering in pain.

'He did it. He really fucking did it. God, how is this real?' Her thoughts were racing, interspaced with pain, fragility and a little terror.

Unconsciously, she knew it'd take days to heal enough from all these wounds before she'd be properly mobile again and she didn't want to live through that part either. She hoped it'd keep Jean at bay and at the same time, doubted that highly. She slowly relaxed her muscles again in her bonds as the pain ebbed into a throbbing ache. She just hoped it was over now.

"Please...no more..." She couldn't properly articulate what she meant, the words wouldn't form to beg him not to put anymore holes in her.

 

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Jean Batard loved every little shutter, shiver, and Claire Stutton’s gasped "Oh god..." She whispered hoarsely right before he punctured her areola and she threw her head back as her whole body shook for a moment. The young redhead’s breathing came rapidly and loudly now as she tried to get hold of the pain and manage it. Jean as pleased that she didn't cry out even if her body trembled in response to the assault on her nipple.



Claire watched Batard move to her other side and begin to repeat the process. desperately she strived to controlled breathing, to prepare herself. She grunted softly when he punched through her flesh and secured the other barbell and hanging ring beneath it.



“Now for your clit ring my naughty little beauty.”



As soon as he punched through her clitoral hood, she screamed so sweetly and Batard’s wicked smile broadened as the young redhead sobbed as hot tears that had simmered unshed in her soft expressive eyes, finally fell, and dripped down her cheeks. Her body jolted and her thighs tried to clench but bound as they were Claire Sutton met with little success.



"Fuck! It burns! It burns!" Claire sobbed out in desperation, her voice wavering in pain.



Batard stepped back to admire his handy work. He stroked his chin as he regarded the young redhead’s piercings. “They are beautiful Miss Sutton………..jewelry always brings something special out in a ravishing young beauty such as yourself.”



Batard continued his appraisal of Claire’s piercings. “But My Pet something is not just right,…………something is missing……………Ah I know!”



Jean opened the draw of the night stand by the bed and drew out two large rubies, and a large pearl. He laid the three jewels on Claire Sutton’s navel. He clipped the rubies two the hoops of her nipple studs. He knew that they would tug at her newly pierced nipples. He then took the pearl and clipped it to Miss Sutton’s clit ring knowing that every time she moved it would massage her clit and keep her sexually aroused. He admired his sensual gifts to Claire and was pleased.

 

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Claire heard him praise his handy work vaguely and then distantly heard him mention something missed.

"What?..." She asked in confusion and tried to look across her arm at what he got from the drawer.

She didn't have to wait long before he placed the jewels on her taut stomach and she groaned, her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Haven't I had enough?!" She asked, directing her question towards the ceiling for all the good it would do to ask Jean.

Indeed, even as she spoke, he went about attaching the pretty trinkets to her fresh piercings and she hissed as he jostled her clitoral ring. Claire just wanted a moment to feel sorry for herself. A few days with Jean felt like a month in the trenches at this point, it'd been intense to say the least. Claire exhaled slowly and calmed herself down so she wouldn't snap and say something Jean would make her regret.

She didn't want to move, in fact, she was scared of moving. Scared of pulling or brushing those fresh wounds in such delicate places. She'd be happy to lie there in her bondage for as long as Jean would allow it even. She avoided eye contact with him as he admired his handiwork. Claire felt a little like a table centrepiece in those few moments, it was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least.

Much of the day had worn away by that point and the sun had begun to go down, Claire only realised because the room had become dimmer. It had been Friday afternoon when Jean had stolen her away but she'd lost track of time, being that, she didn't know how long she'd been unconscious when he'd initially kidnapped her and had woken up in the windowless sterile room and then moved to the wet-room which also had no windows. Jean had been in tight control of most of her movements the entire time.

"It's almost night time...what day is it?" She asked wistfully, just breaking the silence between them but not really expecting him to answer her.

 

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"It's almost night time...what day is it?" Claire asked wistfully, just breaking the silence between them but not really expecting him to answer her



Claire Sutton had been through so much sense Jean Batard had kidnaped her and she came to in the sterile room where she first encountered him and the life she had so often longed for on line. Now it had become a reality for the gorgeous young redhead as she lay in his bed her supple young body bearing the symbols of her status as a BDSM sub. He had shaved her pussy so her stunning young body was totally revealed to him. He had pierced her nipples and the hood of her clit, Then he had hung jewels from them to constantly remind Claire Sutton of what he had done to her. Yet through it all, though beaten down at times, her fiery young spirit remained and for Batard it pleased him for who would want a sub that was just a sniveling little thing?



“It is Thursday Miss Sutton. Why do you ask? Were you hoping for a rescue party?”



He asked casually, his voice moderate neither dismissive, nor agitated.



“As I have said your would be rescuers would have to know where to look Claire.”



It was an honest answer but one that was not of any comfort to the stunning young redhead laying bound to his bed. It was also the first time he had called her “Claire” as opposed to “Miss Sutton.” It was time to show Claire Sutton the other side of being a BDSM sub. One of a gentle and caring hand. He knew she was not read as yet to ask for the dark pleasure of pain that she seemed to long for, that she had expressed so many times on line where she was anonymous, just a screen avatar, this was reality.



Batard knew that it would be the better part of a week before Claire’s feet would hold her weight to walk, and for her piercings to heal. It was a week where Jean Batard cared for the stunning young redhead and took care of her every need. Yet he knew, from what she had written on line that she needed the dark sweet taste of pain. He ran his thumb over her nipples and tweaked them just to give Claire Sutton a taste. For a BDSM Dom had to know how to give pain to his sub from a knowing and loving hand.



“Do you miss the taste of pain Claire?”

 

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“It is Thursday Miss Sutton. Why do you ask? Were you hoping for a rescue party? As I have said your would be rescuers would have to know where to look Claire.”

"No." She shook her head, "I just wanted a sense of time, I guess..."

But the fact that he called her by her first name for the first time caught Claire, she'd not expected that. Jean leaned over her and gripped her raw nipple, squeezing it gently and she gasped with the sudden bloom of pain. She writhed when he moved to the other one and pulled on her bindings.

“Do you miss the taste of pain Claire?”

"You don't give me a chance to miss it!" She snapped at him, "my whole body is raw with pain."

She tore her eyes from him and looked straight up at the ceiling, willing herself to calm down again. It would do her no good to lose her head and goad Jean into punishing her again. It was true though, she ached in her breasts, her cunt and her feet at that moment. She shut her eyes firmly for a moment and reopened them with a long, shaky exhale of breath. Then she looked over at Jean again.

"I...I'm sorry."

God, was she? She wasn't sure why she was apologising but she didn't take too long to question it. Claire wasn't sure if she was merely fearful of further punishment or if she'd genuinely not meant to snap at him. It was very confusing. The things she'd wanted before the bath no longer seemed to matter either and she felt so very tired again.

"I forget to use a filter sometimes and I wasn't thinking of escape when I asked what day it was either, I swear. I'm just not used to not knowing that..." She blushed and mumbled, she felt more exposed before Jean than ever.

 

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"You don't give me a chance to miss it!" She snapped at him, "my whole body is raw with pain………………...I'm sorry."



Claire’s world had been turned upside down. The things she had posted on line on the BDSM site had suddenly all came true. It was no longer a sexy little game on social media. It was real and every raw nerve and shutter of pain was also very real as well.



"I forget to use a filter sometimes and I wasn't thinking of escape when I asked what day it was either, I swear. I'm just not used to not knowing that..." She blushed and mumbled, she felt more exposed before Jean than ever.



“Claire to run your life by an I-phone, to make your life an unending counting of days, and hours wears one down. You must learn to feel, to experience, just as you had written on the site. Again, Batard reached in to the draw and took out a jar of a special ointment then spread the cooling ointment on her injured feet to take the sting away.



As he worked on Claire Sutton’s feet he asked, “Do you have any questions for me Claire?”



He stilled himself for a verbal attack from the gorgeous young redhead. He knew, even if Claire didn’t, that this stunning you creature was a masochist. He also knew that until Claire fully embraced that fact she would never be truly happy.

 

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Claire rolled her eyes - as if she could just show up at work whenever she felt like it and not check the time. That thought stilled her, if she hadn't shown up at home or work by now then she had certainly been reported missing, probably days earlier and there was no rescue magically coming for her. They might never find her. She didn't let the despair that arose at that idea take her over though. She was nothing if not resilient.

She felt the cool salve wash away some of the ache in the soles of her feet and sighed, it felt so good. So relieving. Her eyes fluttered closed, she just enjoyed that sensation for a moment and they peeled open when he spoke again.

“Do you have any questions for me Claire?”

"You're...you're inviting me to ask? But you never answer me, not really. I don't even know your name..." She would've liked not to have been in such a vulnerable position to have this conversation but she actually couldn't recall a moment within the house when she hadn't been in such a position anyway.

"If I asked, would you even tell me? What's your name? What's your job? Where am I?" She asked in a ramble and then stole a breath.

"Don't worry, I won't bother with the stupid ones like 'will you let me go?'" She grumbled that a little angrily and took a deep breath.

She then decided to ask the question she both most and least wanted the answer to, "W-what are your plans...for me?"

She wasn't exactly sure what kind of answer she really wanted out of that question, it was a whole can of worms. She hoped he'd elaborate on whatever he said though and she wouldn't be left asking even more questions.

 

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“Do you have any questions for me Claire?”

"You're...you're inviting me to ask? But you never answer me, not really. I don't even know your name....... If I asked, would you even tell me? What's your name? What's your job? Where am I?" She asked in a ramble and then stole a breath.

“My name is Jean………Jean Batard Miss Sutton.” He smiled down into the young redhead’s eyes.

“As to my job shall just say I am independently wealthy.” That meant he would not believing Claire alone for he seemed not to need to work.

“As for were you are that is quite simple Claire you are in my home on a very exclusive and private island.

"Don't worry, I won't bother with the stupid ones like 'will you let me go?'" Clair Sutton grumbled, that a little angrily, then took a deep breath.

Jean saw that there was still a question that the young redhead wanted to ask but hesitated then Claire asked.

"W-what are your plans...for me?"

Claire Sutton had been very direct with her questions first to know who had kidnaped her. Second, to know where she was. And finally, what were his intentions for her future. Jean had answered all but the last one. She had been honest and direct with her questions, she deserved an honest answer.

“ I intended that you become my sexual concubine and more fully experience the BDSM life style you have written so often and eloquently on social media Clair. It is what first attracted me to you my dear.”

As he had finished treating Claire’s feet he bandaged them in soft linen strips.

 

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Jean...at least she had a name for the face now, not that it was in any way familiar to her. The words 'independently wealthy' and 'private island' reverberated around in her brain over and over. That was not what she'd expected whatsoever and it was not good news. The idea of escape shrunk about a million times - short of finding a boat that she didn't know how to bloody drive, she wasn't sure how she could expect to leave. Her only hope was that perhaps he was lying, after all - she was still locked in the house so she couldn't very well ascertain his honesty. But the pit in her stomach said she doubted that he was lying to her.

“I intended that you become my sexual concubine and more fully experience the BDSM life style you have written so often and eloquently on social media Claire. It is what first attracted me to you my dear.”

She wasn't sure what answer she'd been hoping for but she took it like a gut punch. It did confirm everything she suspected but that did nothing to make her feel better. She couldn't lie that some of what she'd experienced thus far had been intense and extraordinarily pleasurable, even some of the pain had been exquisite and sent her to heights she'd never imagined reaching. But living that life 24 hours a day...that was vastly different from imagining it and all of this was vastly different to how she'd imagined it.

"And if I...if I don't want to? I suppose that doesn't matter." She wasn't sure if she was talking to Jean or just talking aloud.

He'd gone to great lengths to bring her here so she was sure it didn't matter what she wanted - after all, most women would hardly agree to be involuntary kidnap victims. She felt him applying the bandages, it gave her relief from some of the pain thankfully and she hoped that the salve and care meant she might be able to walk again soon.

"Are you going to...change anything else about me?" She swallowed, "I mean...more p-piercings or...stuff like that?"

It was the worst question to ask but she essentially wanted to know if he intended to modify her body or mark her any further. It seemed like the most important question after those piercings that decorated her body. It probably wasn't the most pressing question, she considered that for a moment.

"If we're on a private island, does that mean you'll let me go outside?" She felt a stab of irrational guilt asking that question, as if she meant to ask for her own escape.

'That's fucking weird...' she thought to herself, 'I should not feel bad about wanting to escape, right? What the fuck?'

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard could see that the words 'independently wealthy' and 'private island' had come as a shock to Claire and to a degree dashed her hopes of an escape, at least for the foreseeable future, any possible escape would be dependent on so many factors that it was depressing. Then things turned even more difficult for young Miss Sutton when he answered her question of what her fate would be. “I intended that you become my sexual concubine and more fully experience the BDSM life style you have written so often and eloquently on social media Claire. It is what first attracted me to you my dear.”



Again it became obvious that her world was turned upside down. Some of it had been intense and extraordinarily pleasurable, even some of the pain had been exquisite and sent her to heights she'd never imagined reaching.

"And if I...if I don't want to? I suppose that doesn't matter."

“No Claire, it does matter………….unlike on line, on social media one can not live and intensive BDSM life 24-7. Neither the body, no matter how enchanting, nor the mind could survive it.”

Their was the unmistakable ring of truth in what he said.



“In your postings on line you never mentioned a safe word or how to use it Claire. So far I have only given you what you wanted according to your post. But a BDSM life is very different than what you wrote Claire.

"Are you going to...change anything else about me?" She swallowed, "I mean...more p-piercings or...stuff like that?"

“No Claire not unless you ask for more.”

Jean could see the look of confusion at the words, unless you ask for more. It was clear that Miss Claire Sutton had no idea that it was a sub that actually started a BDSM encounter.

"If we're on a private island, does that mean you'll let me go outside?" She felt a stab of irrational guilt asking that question, as if she meant to ask for her own escape.

“Yes that can be arranged Claire. Just a moment.”

The young redhead was left alone. Soon Jean returned with a wheel chair, a pair of thick woolen socks, and a parka. “Here put these on.”



Was he crazy it was summer why did she need winter gear? Jean had dawned a parka and winter boots. He picked Claire up and eased her into the wheel chair. He took her to an elevator that took them up to the main level of his mansion. It was snowing how could it be snowing in August? He wheeled the young redhead out on to the patio. It was clear of snow and there was a subtle heat that rose from the flag stones. Yet the gardens and lawns were covered in a foot of snow or more.



“It is beautiful Clair don’t you think?”

 

[monique_minx]

"Yes, beautiful..." She whispered.

Inside, her brain was screaming at her, running over everything he'd said and all the new information she'd just been given in the past 30 minutes. Because if it was snowing...that meant she woke up in the sterile room in an entirely different hemisphere. That meant she'd been unconscious for...days? Not just hours. It hadn't been the quick car and boat ride she'd begun to imagine it was, Jean had possibly even flown her here. The ideas and possibilities left her reeling where she sat.

"I'm not...nowhere near home...am I?" She said a little louder, the gears still spinning as she felt a kind of shock come over her where she sat.

The idea of escape was distant before but she felt it just about flicker out when Jean took her outside, the cold seeped into her legs to help her entire body process the truth of what she was seeing. It meant no one would know where to start looking for her and she slumped in the wheelchair a little.

"I'm not leaving you." She murmured quietly, letting that thought fully sink in, "That's why you were so confident about it. That's why..."

Something dawned on her, "...you had a fire going...I didn't even realise..."

She was quiet for a moment but something he'd said nagged her and she had to bring it up, "This isn't a traditional BDSM arrangement, you brought up a safeword...I would have used it a thousand times over if I had one, you know that surely. And if I can't live a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle...but that's what you intend for me, isn't it?"

God, she was so confused. It felt like the most absurd conversation to be having with him in a clearly foreign land.

She started to laugh, which seemed so out of place, "Oh god, why even lock me in the house at all?"

She covered her face with her hand and then rested her elbow on the arm of the wheelchair, cradling her forehead in her hand as her laughter slowly subsided.

"Is there even another soul on this damn island?" She scoffed, "It's not like I would have been able to run to a..."

She stopped short of saying 'phone' - she hadn't considered her phone until that moment. She'd had it on the seat next to her when Jean abducted her and had no idea if it was still sitting in her car or if Jean had taken her bag when he took her. Claire thought it unlikely, he'd probably left it there but how had she not thought to search Jean's house for a phone?!

'God I'm fucking stupid! So damn stupid!' She angrily berated herself for not having thought of something as simple as a phone!

 

[cgraven]

"Yes, beautiful..." Claire whispered.

The new realization of her position of were she was struct the young redhead like a fist to the gut. Yet in the last 30 minutes he had turned her knowledge of the BDSM life style upside down like the rest of her young life.

"I'm not...nowhere near home...am I?" She said a little louder, the gears still spinning as she felt a kind of shock come over her where she sat.

“No Claire your not. I fear the home you have known is a few thousand of miles away.” Jean saw no sense in lying to the ravishing young beauty. He knew that in essence the BDSM life style was based on trust and that would be very hard to establish with Claire Sutton being a masochist and he being a sadist. It would only brought by establishing that implicit trust. So, it meant back to basics, safe words, the true relationship between Dom and sub. Then it would be slowly expanding Miss Sutton’s boundaries and her abilities to trust.

"I'm not leaving you." She murmured quietly, letting that thought fully sink in, "That's why you were so confident about it. That's why..." Then something dawned on Claire, "...you had a fire going...I didn't even realize..."

Claire Sutton was quiet for a moment "This isn't a traditional BDSM arrangement, you brought up a safe word...I would have used it a thousand times over if I had one, you know that surely. And if I can't live a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle...but that's what you intend for me, isn't it?"



“No Claire that is not what I had in mind for you.” Jean drew as steading breath before he continued. “All BDSM relationships from simple bondage and discipline, to more intense sadomasochisms and sadism are based on trust Claire.”



Claire started to laugh, which seemed so out of place, she covered her face with her hand and then rested her elbow on the arm of the wheelchair, cradling her forehead in her hand as her laughter slowly subsided.

"Is there even another soul on this damn island?" She scoffed, "It's not like I would have been able to run to a..."

“Run to a phone Claire? I am afraid that would have been of little use as there is no cell service hear.” Jean changed the subject.

“Claire did you know it was not the Dom but the sub that initiates a BDSM encounter. And like you most subs you my dear are an Alpha type?” Jean could see the disbelief in the young redhead’s soft eyes. “A Dom, sub relationship is symbiotic. The Dom meets his subs needs, and the sub meets her Dom’s needs. You do know what safe words are don’t you Claire?”

 

[monique_minx]

“Run to a phone Claire? I am afraid that would have been of little use as there is no cell service here.”

"Good to know." She mumbled, slightly embarrassed he'd guessed her thoughts though she offered no affirmation of that.

'So down to what? CB radio or...a fucking landline or maybe WIFI...he has to have internet, he has to because he accessed the SRP boards and found me there...' The cogs kept turning for Claire but internally, she just knew he wouldn't let her anywhere near any of those things, he had been quite clever and she hadn't seen a computer so wherever it was, it was locked away and most certainly password protected. That was enough to deflate her and he broke through her thoughts as he spoke.

“Claire did you know it was not the Dom but the sub that initiates a BDSM encounter. And like you most subs you my dear are an Alpha type? A Dom, sub relationship is symbiotic. The Dom meets his subs needs, and the sub meets her Dom’s needs. You do know what safe words are don’t you Claire?”

Claire lifted her head and rolled her eyes, "Of course I do, just because I haven't lived it out doesn't mean I didn't do my research, hard to know what you're into if you don't. Why? Are you about to give me a safeword? Cause I would've used it for the piercings...and my feet, oh and the needles. You know, just to name a few."

The sarcasm dripped heavily in her tone as she spoke. She was not about to share the fact that perhaps she wouldn't have safeworded long into the needles session. Claire had yet to come to terms with what happened during that session and some of it was a little fuzzy for her. Her response to such extreme pain had surprised no one more than herself. But given the choice, she didn't think she'd have pushed herself that far either so that was a bit of a double edged sword.

Her shuffle in the chair made her keenly aware of the piercings and the cold raced up between her legs which she kept parted for her comfort. It was both a welcome breeze and not - at least her clitoris felt some relief though the rest of her froze.

"So if you don't intend to have me living this lifestyle 24/7, what do I do the rest of the time?" Claire was ever lost for a word to describe their dynamic and situation, 'lifestyle' seemed as ill fitting as any other word.

"And for the record, I don't recall being the one to initiate anything between us to date. Hard to feel very 'Alpha' in a wheelchair, ya know?" Claire scowled though he couldn't see her expression from behind, she was certain it registered well enough in her voice.

 

[cgraven]

“Run to a phone Claire? I am afraid that would have been of little use as there is no cell service here.”

"Good to know." She mumbled, Jean could see by her tone and blush that Claire was slightly embarrassed.

“Claire did you know it was not the Dom but the sub that initiates a BDSM encounter?”

Claire lifted her head and rolled her eyes, "Of course I do, just because I haven't lived it out doesn't mean I didn't do my research, hard to know what you're into if you don't. Why? Are you about to give me a safe word? Cause I would've used it for the piercings...and my feet, oh and the needles. You know, just to name a few."

Sarcasm dripped heavily in her tone as she spoke.

“Give you a safe word Claire? I don’t give you a safe word you choose one. One that you would not normally use, a word that you can remember and use when your almost at your wits ends and need a breather. Yet did you plead, beg, for me to stop or did you embraced the pain, did you savor it Claire?”

Jean knew that this was would be a challenged to the young redhead, to face, something, that perhaps she was loathed to admit even to herself, that she enjoyed the pain and it enhanced her dark pleasure. He prepared for her outraged at such a suggestion. Yet she shuffle in the wheelchair made her keenly aware of the piercings.

"And for the record, I don't recall being the one to initiate anything between us to date. Hard to feel very 'Alpha' in a wheelchair, ya know?" Claire scowled though he couldn't see her expression from behind, she was certain it registered well enough in her voice.

“But Clare you certainly did initiate this encounter when you wrote what you longed for. I merely gave you what you asked for.”

What he said was true, as she had written her dark passions more than once on the BDSM web site.

You asked if we are alone on this island. Well yes, and no. My staff is on vacation at the moment. They will be back in three weeks or so. I wanted to have some time alone with you Claire as we got to know each other’s and our need.”

Would Claire Sutton open up or would she keep up her foolish little fights.

“Shall we starts with the basics and go from their Claire?”

 

[monique_minx]

It was getting darker and colder at this point and Claire was starting to long for the warmth of Jean's loungeroom. It was nice to know that they'd only be alone here for so long but Claire wondered what kind of staff Jean had? Cleaners or cooks perhaps? She wasn't sure. She wondered if they knew their boss spent his vacation time kidnapping and sequestering young women. That thought almost made her snort.

"I didn't ask to be kidnapped and I, god, this is absurd. And alright, fine, let's start with the basics. Like I'll select red as my safeword so, umm, red! I doubt that saying it means you'll just send me home on my merry. You know I did beg you many times to stop too, you ignored me." Claire was agitated and a little angry.

"God this is so crazy!" She sighed and stopped herself short of an outburst, clutching the arms of the wheelchair tightly.

"I'm cold." She murmured reluctantly, "can we go inside, please?"

The very last thing she wanted was to be stuck inside with Jean again but there was clearly nowhere else to go here and she lacked the mobility to decide anything for herself physically. She was at his mercy, though she was sure he enjoyed that quite a bit.

Claire was also busy turning over many of the kinks she'd shared on the SRP boards. She had more than a few that she fantasized about and reading other stories only served to expand her own list. But Jake was not open to sharing his girlfriend in a gangbang, he wasn't keen on spanking her except lightly and that was quite boring for Claire, like most masochists who desired to see how far they could go. Claire was particularly stubborn too but that translated into a lot of areas in her life - including telling Jean to basically go fuck himself.

Jake had used handcuffs on her a few times but had no idea what to do with a length of rope - he tried and she'd had to stop him after a few minutes because she lost circulation to a limb. He was also reluctant to tell her what to do sexually. He didn't know how to humiliate her or verbally degrade her, it sounded so fake when he tried, like he was just repeating her words back to her. It didn't arouse her the way she imagined it. It felt like topping from the bottom and it wasn't at all satisfying.

So Jean wasn't lying, not really, she had shared her fantasies and expressed a desire to live them out but who hasn't?! That was innocent and didn't come with any expectation anyone would take her up on it. Okay so a few had offered and she'd turned them down because she was in a monogamous relationship. Jake wasn't fantastic but he paid his share of the bills and was reliable - who didn't want that in this financial climate? It was a convenient relationship, it just wasn't an overly satisfying one.

 

[cgraven]

"I didn't ask to be kidnapped and I, god, this is absurd. And alright, fine, let's start with the basics. Like I'll select red as my safe word so, umm, red! I doubt that saying it means you'll just send me home on my merry. You know I did beg you many times to stop too, you ignored me." Claire was agitated and a little angry.

Batard’s hand flashed and it caught Clair Sutton on her right cheek.

“You will keep a civil tongue in your head Miss Sutton and keep that temper of yours in check! I am the Dom and your are the sub. Do you understand Miss Sutton?”

His voice was sharp, commanding, and his displeasure was apparent. It also was no longer Claire, but Miss Sutton again.



"God this is so crazy!" She sighed and stopped herself short of an outburst, clutching the arms of the wheelchair tightly.



"I'm cold." She murmured reluctantly, "can we go inside, please?"



“Better Miss Sutton.”



His tone was almost dismissive of the young redhead beauty. She was apparently deep in thought Jean hadn't lied, not really, she had shared her fantasies and expressed a desire to live them out but who hasn't?! That was innocent, and didn't come with any expectation anyone would take her up on it. Yet Jean Batard had just done that, he had taken Claire up on those fantasies. He wheeled her back into the warmth of the house.



“So, Miss Sutton It is back to basics for you. Seeing you are incapable of any true bondage we shall have to fore go them for now that leave discipline Miss Sutton. Shall we start with you scrubbing the kitchen floor. You can’t stand so it will be on your hands and knees…………” He paused for a moment. “I shall get you a bucket and a scrub brush and while I am doing that you can strip for you shall do your scrubbing naked.”



That was just the first day of Claire going back to basics. It seemed that no matter what the task Batard set the young redhead it was never good enough and he always found fault with her work. And was met with, “Can’t you do anything right Miss Sutton.”



Claire Sutton’s feet were almost back to normal when Jean called her to him. She was naked as usual. “Miss Sutton on your hands and knees by my chair I have need for an end table and you shall have to do…………..Do you think you can manage that……….or is that beyond your abilities.?”



Jean had every intention of resting his coffee cup in the small of Claire’s back.

 

[monique_minx]

Claire had reeled herself back in when Jean reminded her with the flat of his hand that she was still at his mercy entirely whether they were inside or not and she'd fallen silent as he pushed her back inside the house.

“So, Miss Sutton It is back to basics for you. Seeing you are incapable of any true bondage we shall have to fore go them for now that leave discipline Miss Sutton. Shall we start with you scrubbing the kitchen floor. You can’t stand so it will be on your hands and knees…………I shall get you a bucket and a scrub brush and while I am doing that you can strip, for you shall do your scrubbing naked.”

Claire felt herself wilt where she sat but talked herself around as he left her to fetch the bucket and brush, her fingers mechanically moved to unbutton the parka with a resigned sigh. She was in enough pain between the piercings and her feet but reluctant to give up the only clothing he'd granted her since she woke up in his home. She left the parka in the chair and slid from it to her knees on the floor as he returned.

It was humiliating. Mops had been invented and yet here she was, scrubbing a floor nude. Her breasts jiggled as she moved back and forth, the piercings ached and she was forced to keep her thighs separated a certain amount to avoid knocking her clitoris piercing. It reminded her constantly that she needed to be careful. It was entirely performative, Jean watched her work from across the room and judged anything she missed. Claire was sure it was only intended to make her move a certain way.

Still, he cared for her and ensured she was bathed and her feet redressed afterwards and then he'd hand feed her as some sort of reward. Her feet healed just enough to let her walk small distances after another day. He spent much of that time making her feel as though she was incapable of the simplest tasks though, that was as hard to take as some of his physical punishments.

“Miss Sutton on your hands and knees by my chair I have need for an end table and you shall have to do…………..Do you think you can manage that……….or is that beyond your abilities?”

"You want to use me...as a table?" She was dumbfounded as she moved nearer to him and knelt down as was becoming routine at this point.

She didn't know why she went to her hands thereafter, it seemed the thing to do and her thighs spread apart gingerly. The ache in her piercings was lessening but the jewels had become more of a hindrance, the ones on her nipples either tickled or felt particularly heavy and that pearl between her legs either rubbed or banged against her clitoris depending on how she moved. Occasionally it aroused her and that was disconcerting to say the least but in this position, all three merely hung away from her body which was almost a relief.

His coffee cup resting on her back was a surprise, it felt warm against her skin but didn't burn her. Still she hoped he'd not expect her to maintain this position long, her head hung so she didn't have to strain herself further. Nor look at him as he humiliated her this way. Claire hated to admit it to even herself but her cunt began to warm just a little whenever he made her do things like this. That surprised her most of all, she knew she had an affinity for pain but it was finding out she was aroused by other things, that hit her hardest. Things she'd never thought of.