In the late summer of 2015, I had a blog named darkenedstories.tumblr.com . It’s gone now… It

In the late summer of 2015, I had a blog named darkenedstories.tumblr.com . It’s gone now… It was deleted by the heavy-hand of the Tumblr censors when the powers that be deleted my main account, thedarkmindedone.tumblr.com . Fortunately, I had been saving my erotic stories to my computer… This is a rebroadcast of one of my favorites. Please enjoy… More rebroadcasts and more originals will be coming in 2016.A Quick TrimNear Boston Harbor, adjacent to the Financial district, there was a rather unique and special barber. He specialized in services not usually rendered by any other of his profession. By day, assorted account executives, brokers and the like, from various high-power financial titans would march into his little out-of-the-way barber shop, all looking for a quick trim on their lunch breaks. All of his clients were obnoxious and rather oblivious. When they entered, each one had a Wall Street Journal or The Financial Times folded and tucked under their arms. They would take an available seat in his undersized waiting area, open their papers, and read in total silence. When called, they’d park themselves in his chair, grumble a styling order as if reading from a Chinese menu, then return to whatever financial article that absorbed their attention. None ever requested anything challenging or out of the ordinary – never anything more detailed than “short on the sides and back.”This was Gabriel’s typical day.At night, a very select clientele would enter his shop… and always with very specific requests. No, they were a whole different breed, as well as gender, and they were never there of their own accord. All of them had been explicitly instructed to obtain his… correctional and grooming services. They were all instructed to be at his shop at a specific date, a specific time, attired in a very specific way…Of course, it was his evening clientele that kept the shop financially afloat; his evening services were expensive. Quality dominant services were rare! And yet, he had a profound sense of pride in being able to supply his services that were well sought-after.– – –British Airways Flight 203 from London-Heathrow landed at Logan International Airport on-time and on schedule. Considering the usual airline traffic that flowed in and out of Logan, it was actually somewhat of a miracle. Kelly quickly made her way through the concourse toward the baggage claim area, carrying her purse and a rolling carry-on bag behind her. Her bangs occasionally fell into her eyes, but she would shake her head to the side, temporarily removing the visual obstruction.  At the bottom of the escalator to baggage claim area, there was a lone chauffeur holding a small sign with only her first name on it. She stepped off and approached him. He was a tall, rail-thin man with a boyish face and a smile to match. She had been previously instructed to locate him and give the baggage claim stubs. He greeted her with a tip of his black cap and said, “Welcome to Boston, ma'am,” in a heavy New England accent. He quickly followed with, “How many bags do you have, and what color are they?” Kelly politely answered.The chauffeur found her two suitcases and proceeded out of the baggage area to the curb. Kelly quick-stepped to keep up with his long stride. Outside, there was black limousine double-parked at the curb. The chauffeur opened the back door, then politely gestured for Kelly to enter. Once seated, he closed the heavy door, then immediately attended to her luggage. As if they were as light as feathers, he hoisted each suitcase with ease and placed them gently into the trunk and shut the lid.  The limousine eased away from the curb and departed the airport, speeding off toward downtown Boston. After a short 20 minute ride, the limo turned into Copley Square, then up to the front entrance of the Westin Copley Place Hotel. With as much ease as before, the driver retrieve Kelly’s luggage from the trunk. He carried the bags inside, and all the way to the front desk, where he announced her name to the awaiting clerk. He lightly settled the suitcases on the marble floor and waited for the clerk to attend her before giving a courteous bow and making his departure.The clerk typed on his keyboard, smiled, then said, “All of your expenses have been covered Miss.” He quickly processed a magnetic room key, and placed it into a paper sleeve. “Oh!… Just a moment…” he ducked beneath the counter and retrieved a large black box wrapped in red ribbon. He handed her the box and added, “This has been awaiting your arrival. Careful – it’s heavy!” Kelly wrestled with the large dress box; it was much heavier than it looked. The clerk snapped his fingers, summoning the attention of the bellboy. In a soft voice, he whispered her room number to him as he handed over the key card. The bellboy promptly picked up Kelly’s suitcases and escorted her to the elevators.– – –The lock disengaged and the bellboy pushed the door open with his foot. Kelly entered the room behind him and immediately noticed a wonderful fragrance. Placed on the desk was a large vase with two dozen red roses and stargazer lilies. She laid the heavy dress box at the end of the bed, then stepped up to the vase, bent forward and inhaled. Behind her, the bellboy had set her suitcases next to the closet door. Clearing his throat to draw her attention, the bellboy handed her the key card. Kelly instinctively started to dig through her purse, looking for her wallet. “No tip ma'am. That’s already been covered.” She smiled and thanked him. As the bellboy excused himself, Kelly leaned in for another whiff from the flower arrangement.She stopped indulging herself and returned to the bed. She slid the box aside and sat down next to it at the end of the bed. For a moment, all she could do was to stare at it. Finally, she pulled the ribbon loose. She lifted the lid and found a folded, hand-written letter lightly taped to tissue paper that concealed the remaining contents of the box. The note read:My Love,Be freshly showered, dressed and waiting in the hotel lobby at precisely 7pm. The limousine will return to pick you up and take you to your appointment. Once there, immediately hand the envelope labeled ‘Gabriel’ to the shop owner. From that point, you are to follow his instructions as if I have given them to you directly. I would highly recommend you not give him any trouble.Appointment? – appointment for what? Kelly, looked into the box and saw a smaller, 4 by 5 inch envelope with the name “Gabriel” printed in script on the front. She picked up the sealed envelope, giving it a quick once-over, then returned to her letter:Inside the gift box, you will find your attire for the evening. Wear only the clothing provided. Do not bring your purse, or anything more than what I have provided for you. These are Gabriel’s requirements for service.Setting the note aside, Kelly started to remove the contents of the gift box. It contained a lovely black corset with an ornate black inlay stitching and suspender straps. Next, she found a black bra, but no matching panties. Lightly setting those to the side, she next found calf-high black leather platform boots. The heels were easily 5 inches tall. The leather was glossy and soft to the touch. The boots had eyelets and laces running from the upper arch of the foot to the top of the boot with a long leather tongue inside. Returning to the box, the last item was a woman’s trench coat. Kelly picked up the coat at the shoulders, stood and held it up in front of her. She turned the coat around and laid it over her body. She noted the length of the coat; just above her knees. She glanced back at the box – there were no other garments. And then she realized that she would be going out barely covered and without anything from the waist, down. A mischievous smile crossed her face, but it covered a little trepidation building within her.In the process of removing the coat, the small envelope for Gabriel flipped out of the box and onto the bed. She laid the coat down on the bed and picked the envelope. She flipped it one way, then the other, finally looking at the back. It appeared that the envelope had been poorly sealed and the glue had only adhered in a tiny spot. Kelly kept flipping it back and forth; focusing on the loose seal, then on the name “Gabriel” on the front. She thought to herself, Who is Gabriel?In the process of all this mechanical motion, what little grip the glue had finally gave way and the envelope sprung open. As if she were not alone, Kelly looked around the room as if looking to see if anyone else was watching. The inside of the envelope was lined in gold foil paper. Inside was a thick card, embossed all along the edge. Using the ends of her fingernails, she tugged on the card, pulling it out far enough to read what was printed on it.The card had three sentences printed on it, all centered. It read:Quick trim.Unruly but manageable hair.Number 1; Number 2.Kelly thought,Well, that makes no fucking sense at all, does it?! Leaving the card dangling from the envelope, she turned the assembly to peek inside the envelope and on the back of the card. Nothing: no additional messages the card. Puzzled, she pushed the card back inside, licked at the tip of the flap and pressed it back into place. But there wasn’t enough glue left to seal the envelope shut again. A little panic set in; Kelly knew she shouldn’t touched Gabriel’s note. She licked the tip again, but that still didn’t change the fact the there was no glue left to activate. Panicking a little bit, she thought, Out of sight, out of mind. She took the envelope and slid the unsealed envelope into the inside pocket of the trench coat.– – –After a quick nap to knock the edge off her jet-lag, Kelly emerged from the elevator and stepped out onto the polished lobby floor. Her steps were made cautiously in her new boots. The bottoms were rubber-lined, adding an extra degree of grip and a small sense of security to her steps. She had her hands plunged deep into the outer pocks in a futile attempt to stretch the coat low over her legs. Holding the trench coat against body seemed as if the length would be closer to her knees, but once worn, the coat was barely reached mid-thigh. If she had been wearing pants or a skirt, it would have been of little concern. But all that was obscured beneath the coat was her bra and corset, and the free suspender straps were dangling and tickling her thighs.While dressing, she had become excited about reuniting with her Dom. As these throughs flowed through in her mind, her body reacted. Her heart raced and pounded strong, goosebumps had bristled the back of her neck. She recalled admitting to him that she was new to this lifestyle… a submissive woman, longing to find that one man she desired to submit to – completely and totally. In that admission, she harbored fears that she was somehow not up to His standard, nor unworthy of Him. As much as He reassured her, there was always that self-imposed fear, feeding her subconscious mind.All of the excitement she had felt privately in her room were still consuming her as she stepped of the elevator. While her lack of clothing might be embarrassing, the droplets forming between her legs was far worse. As she moved into the air-conditioned lobby, Kelly became acutely aware of a growing stream on her inner thighs as the overly cold air rushed between her legs with each step. She slowed her pace, not only to avoid the erotic cooling sensation, but she suddenly realized that the lower half of her coat was comprised of overlapping fabric; a long stride would unwittingly offer any seated hotel guest a private “peep show.”As she carefully walked past the main desk, Kelly peeked at the wall clock from the corner of her eye. Nervously, she was careful not to make eye-contact with the clerk at the desk. Thankfully, his attention was occupied with another guest. Without losing a step she noted she was five minutes ahead of schedule. While it was good to be punctual, it also meant that she would have to find a nonchalant place to “hide” while waiting for the limousine. For some reason, the lobby was bustling with activity. The lobby bar was overflowing with people, some of them spilling out into the atrium area and occupying the lobby furnishings. Every so often, the serene environment of the lobby was interrupted by cheers and jeers. Apparently there was a Boston Celtics and a Boston Bruins game being televised simultaneously.Kelly managed to find a seat far across the lobby from the sports fanatics. With most of the people in the lobby focused on either of the two games, they weren’t – thankfully – focused on her. She found a chair out of sight from nearly everyone, but still gave her a view of the main entrance. Kelly sat in the leather chair and began to sink into its upholstery. She settled lower than expected and her knees were above her waistline. The coat uncomfortably bunched up around her midriff, but she obviously couldn’t unbutton it to gain any relief. She sat nervously still, her hands folded in her lap, fingers laced together and legs tightly pressed together. Although the attention of those around her were either focused on a basketball or a hockey puck, Kelly still felt self-conscious. She tried to focus on anything other than the current predicament, but with her legs and hand positioned as they were, she could only conjure images of a previous bondage tie… her legs were secured above and below the knees. He bound her thighs tight with rope and finished by forcing an egg-shaped vibrator into her crotch. There was no escaping its vibrations. She remembered trying to resist the urge to cum as long as she could because once they started, they would roll one into the next. Kelly closed her eyes and recalled the details of that evening… the deep trenches the rope cut into her flesh, the feeling of her orgasms crashing in waves, and the euphoric feeling she had that night. Then going so deep into sub-space, she literally passed out from exhaustion.“Are you ready, ma'am?” Kelly’s blue eyes snapped open. She looked up at the chauffeur towering over her. Flustered, she began to blush uncontrollably, although there was no way he could have know what she was daydreaming. Kelly nodded in response to his question. The chauffeur extended a hand to her and helped her to stand. He gestured toward the main entrance and Kelly stepped toward the door, carefully controlling the length of her stride.  – – –The limousine rolled to a stop at the edge of a dark alley. From behind the relative safety of the limousine’s tinted windows, Kelly looked down the dark alley. This was not a location she had expected to be, and her perplexed thoughts were written on her face.The driver got out and hustled around to the passenger side door, then calmly opened it for her. Once standing, he stated, “The shop is down this alley at the end and on the left, ma'am.” He extended his arm in a direction down the dark, narrow alleyway. “Do you still have the message for Gabriel, the proprietor?” Kelly gave a light pat to the envelope in her breast pocket, not recognizing that he should have had no knowledge of the note. She nodded and forced a smile back to the chauffeur over her still puzzled expression, then started down the dark alley. Barely ten feet down the alley, Kelly stopped and turned. “Will you pick me up later?” The driver smiled and replied, “Yes, ma'am. The proprietor will summon me and I will return for you.” Forcing another smile in return, she turned and continued on her way down the alley, her smile disappearing once her back was turned.Walking on the cobblestone was difficult enough in heels… Walking in unfamiliar heels made matters worse. But she pressed on, paying acute attention to her balance with each step. The alley was dark because of the old, black-bricked buildings to either side. This only added to the precarious feeling crawling up her spine that intensified with each step.The long alleyway bent to the left, and once around the corner, it opened into a wider space. Against a drab brick wall was the store front. There was a big plate glass window, beside a old, windowless wooden door, all of this trimmed in red paint like it was a gate to Hell. On the glass, there was a logo of an empty barber’s chair beneath the rather obvious lettering “Barber” written in gold and black trim. Aside from the red paint, the entire exterior seemed old, including the logo, evident from the chipped and peeling paint.As Kelly cautiously approached, she could see the outline of a tall man through the window, attending to a client in the barber’s chair, nonchalantly reading an open newspaper. She opened the door and stepped inside, then softly closed the door behind her, both motions striking an old bell announcing her arrival. The barber – whom she assumed was “Gabriel” – turned his attention away from his customer and toward her. He looked at her, giving her a quick glance from head to toe. Kelly, quickly glanced him over too. He was wearing a white double-breasted smock, like an old dentist use to wear. He had black trousers, meticulously pressed with a razor sharp crease up both legs. His shoes were also black, but looked like they were from some expensive Italian store.Still standing with her back to the door, Kelly opened her mouth to speak, but Gabriel quickly cut her off.“You’re early!” Gabriel barked in an unexpectedly deep voice. His accent was Spanish …or possibly Italian? – she hadn’t heard enough of it to determine which. In either case, it was a gruff, thick voice.Kelly started to respond, but was cut off again. “Through there…” he motioned, tilting his head toward the back of the shop. Kelly saw a black curtained entrance to the back room of the shop. Instead of attempting to respond, she hesitantly stepped toward the back.She had only taken a step when Gabriel interjected again, “WAIT! Don’t you have something for me, eh?” Kelly stopped, reached into her coat and pulled out the envelope. Trying to maintain her distance from him, she held the envelope with the ends of her fingers, pressing the open flap shut. Sheepishly, she stretched her arm outward to him. With a scowl on his face, Gabriel snatched the envelope from her hand. He looked down at the envelope, and his face turned to a mix of shock, and then anger.“You! …you opened my message?! Is your – fucking – name Gabriel?? Well??… is it??”Kelly froze motionless, her mouth agape and no words were coming out. Air finally rushed into her lungs and her vocal cords tightened. This time, she managed, “But I… it was…”“Shut – the – fuck – up!” Without bothering to read the message, Gabriel tossed the opened envelope on the counter behind him. Trying to calm himself a little, he lowered his voice and said, “Go through the curtain and down to the basement.” He paused, then stepped across the short distance between them, closing the gap to an intimidating proximity. Looking down into Kelly’s upturned face, he calmly said, “You will take off your coat… Hang it on a peg. There is a chain suspended from the ceiling. At the end, a set of handcuffs.” Gabriel’s tone changed again. Using slow, deliberate wording as if he were speaking to a disobedient child, he said, “You will lock the handcuffs around your wrists… and you will wait.” His hazel green eyes bored into hers.The customer in the chair tousled his open newspaper, immediately catching Gabriel’s attention, as well as Kelly’s. All she could see of him were his hands, firmly gripping the newspaper. The newspaper had obscured a glimpse of his face. A cape laid across his chest. Apart from his black suit-coat arms, this was all she could distinguish about the customer. For a moment, Kelly’s mind drifted off to the details of the customer. There was a certain familiarity to him, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. “Hey! – Pay attention!” Gabriel barked. Again, he nodded his head in the direction of the curtained back room, signaling for Kelly to be on her way. Without giving her another glance, Gabriel returned to his customer and resumed trimming the hair around his ears.In the back room, there was a small desk cluttered with what appeared to be bills, a tall filing cabinet with a few drawers open and a file folders haphazardly stuffed in and handing askew. On the opposite side, there was a set of shelves, holding clipper guards, various hair products, all neatly arranged. Directly in front of her was an old wooden door left ajar. She opened the door. It creaked and moaned like a it was as old as the rest of this section of Boston. Behind the door was staircase that descended into the basement. She could see the flickering reflection of light at the bottom of the stairs – a dull yellow-green glow of old florescent lights, ready to die at any moment. Kelly stepped sideways down the steps and descended into the darkness. Her footfalls on each step seemed as precarious as the cobblestones outside.Cautiously, Kelly stepped onto the bottom step and stood motionless as her eyes scanned around the basement. All of the walls were made of odd-sized, unevenly shaped stones, held in place by crumbling mortar. On one wall, there were boxes stacked shoulder-high, pushed up against a seeping wet wall, blackened from mildew. The boxes looked like they hadn’t been displaced in years, and were left to absorb the water. Against the opposing wall and beneath the old florescent lamp, there was a workbench with a canvas tarp covering the tabletop. Tucked under the staircase was an old single-sized bed. Its mattress was torn and the cheap metal springs were randomly poking through what was left of the padding. But, most the most prominent object was an old steel barber’s chair, placed and bolted dead center on the crumbling concrete basement the floor.Kelly stepped off the last step, removed her coat and hung it on one of the available pegs screwed into the side of the wooden staircase. For the first time, she noticed the damp, musty air that was as much at part of this creepy environment as any of the other tattered furnishings.Her eyes focused on a silver chain suspended from the ceiling. As she was told, there were a set of handcuffs attached to the end, connected with an old, rusty padlock. It dangled center and askew from the ceiling, a few away feet from the barber’s chair. The chain ran through several pulleys hidden in the rafters above, and ended at some kind of electric winch. The handcuffs floated about even with her forehead and reaching them was no challenge at all. Looking up at the gleaming steel cuffs, she started to feel anxious with nervous tension. She reached up and closed one loop around her wrist, then positioned the other and locked it into place as well. She stood there in silence for a few minutes, then tested the strength of the chain, giving it a good tug. Across the room, the winch spun to life and retracted the chain about 3 inches, hoisting her wrists just above her head, then shut off. Kelly was hit with sudden panic and tugged on the chain again. The winch motor activated again and retracted another 3 inches. This incited even more panic. Kelly twisted her wrists and grabbed at the padlock, trying to test if its age was enough for her to pry it open. She jumped up a little bit and tugged again. The winch activated a third time and ran until her arms were drawn as straight as arrows, pointing into the darkness above her… Then, it stopped leaving her standing on the toes of her boots, the cold steel handcuff loops digging into her flesh. Standing on her toes was already starting to make her calves ache. It wasn’t bad, but if she was left suspended like this, it would definitely ache much worse.Out of fear, Kelly remained absolutely still. Above her head, she could hear footsteps on the old wooden flooring. Occasionally, a footfall would shake lose some dust, leaving it to fall like gentle snowflakes. Every so often, she could also hear indeterminate voices, punctuated with the occasional laugh from either Gabriel or his customer. There was long moment of silence, then a rhythmic pumping sound – presumably, the barber’s chair being elevated or lowered. Another long moment of silence, then there was the familiar sound of an old cash register bell and the thud of the drawer opening. This was followed by the sound of the bell over the front door and a resounding slam.She could hear Gabriel walking around above her. He would walk into the office… then out on the shop floor, then back to the office… long pauses and silence, then more pacing around. There was no way of telling just how long this had gone on. Kelly’s watch and cellphone were back at the hotel and there was no clock visible anywhere in the basement. In all this time, the arches of her feet had joined in the chorus of pain in her calves. Her thighs were also beginning to join in as well. But her legs were only background noise to the pain radiating through her arms and the throb in her palms and fingers. She tried to flex her biceps and forearms, doing her best to keep the flow of blood moving. This would make her arms relax and the tension increase against her wrists. She quickly responded by straightening her arms, fearing that she would activate the winch again.The basement door creaked and moaned. Heavy footsteps hit each step, growing louder as the person descending the steps drew closer. Kelly, still frozen in place from fear dared not turn her head, nor twist her body. Her view was blocked by her own arms, pinned to the side of her face. The steps were slowly growing closer until she heard the sound of shoes coming to rest on the peeling concrete floor. She could feel Gabriel’s eyes rolling over her back in disdain. He stepped forward and around to face her, standing a few inches away from her suspended body. Kelly did her best to control her breathing; every breath brought her breasts uncomfortably close to him.“I see that you chose to fight me, eh?” Gabriel said in slightly broken English, and in the softest tone she had yet heard from him. It was calm, collected and nothing like the anger he had displayed upstairs. Kelly kept her mouth closed, but her eyes expressed her quandary – she wasn’t sure what he was talking about. “Do you like my little trap?” he inquired. Out of view, he kicked at the loose, peeling concrete, propelling little shards onto the tips of her boots. “Ingenious, eh?”Gabriel stepped stepped back. He pulled a small remote from his pocket and repeatedly tossed it in the air like a baseball. “You standing on a pressure plate… it buried into the floor.” Someplace in the back of her mind, Kelly replayed the scenario of this “trap” as he explained it. “If you resist the chain, the motor goes on, pulling you up and up and…” he said in a sing-song expression, simultaneously raising his hands. “Well, you get the idea… And you see what happens, eh?” Gabriel smirked a little bit. “Most girls figure that out quickly…” He took a long pause, reached into his pocket and retrieved a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his coat pocket. “But you,” he frowned, “maybe you not so smart…” He pulled a cigarette from the box, returned to the pack to his coat pocket and retrieved a lighter in one seamless stroke. Gabriel stepped close to her, then flicked the cover open, the struck his thumb over the igniter and lit the cigarette. Kelly’s eyes focused on the burning end, a few inches from her face. Kelly had half expected him to blow the smoke directly into her face, but he pursed his lips and blew a column of smoke from the corner of his mouth.Gabriel stepped away again, this time turning his back to her. He stretched out his arm with the remote in his hand, aiming toward the workbench. He pushed a button. Across the basement, the winch beeped, activated and lowered Kelly back to the floor. Quietly, she sighed through parted lips, trying not to give any indication of her relief. She was still careful to keep her arms high above her head, just in case the pressure sensor beneath her feet was still activate. “Don’t worry… the trap, she’s off.”Gabriel turned and approached her again. He held the envelope in one hand instead of the remote. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then said, “So… what… am… I… go… ing.. to… do… with… a… no… sy… lit… tle… girl… like… you… eh?” thumping out each syllable with the end of the envelope on Kelly’s forehead, while breathing out smoke. He was obviously still annoyed with the open envelope, but outwardly less so now. He paused, took another drag from his cigarette, then asked, “Did you read it, eh?” He paused again, this time flicking ashes from the end of his cigarette at her. It hit her corset and disintegrated into tiny flakes, all of it falling between her boots. “I asked, did you read my message?”This was the first time Gabriel had asked her a direct question. In her mind, a sentence from her Master’s letter flashed: …you are to follow his instructions as if I have given them to you directly.“Yes, Master! I read your message… I’m sorry, I…” With a surprised look on his face, Gabriel thrusted backward. “Do you wear glasses? …Contacts maybe, eh? Do I look like your Master? Do I even resemble Him in even the tiniest way?” Clearly, Gabriel didn’t. They were about the same height, but that was the closet thing they had in common. Her Master was refined… A gentlemen even. Gabriel was a perfect opposite. His breath stunk of bourbon and coffee, and he had this acrid smell of hair products that enveloped him like an unseen cloud. He also seemed to have absolutely no refinement to him whatsoever. And clearly, he seemed much crueler.Risking responding to the question, Kelly started, “I was instructed to obey you as if my Master commanded me Himself.” She raced through the sentence as fast as she could, trying not to be cut off again.“I…” he replied. “I!” He took another drag from his cigarette, then dropped it to the floor. “THERE IS NO – 'I’ – HERE!” he screamed, nearly loud enough to shake free more dust trapped in the rafters. He slammed his foot down on the burning cigarette, snuffing its life out. To be sure, he ground the end of his toe into it. Looking down, Kelly saw flakes of rolling paper and ash where his toe had been.“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked calmly. Kelly shook her head no. “If I address you, you respond!” He reached up and grabbed her by the jaw and said in a stronger tone, “Do you know why you are here?” He didn’t give her the chance to reply, then added, “You read my message, didn’t you? The reason why was right there – in black and white!”Kelly went blank. She remembered the limousine… the hotel room… sitting at the end the bed, opening the box, even accidentally opening Gabriel’s message… But whatever the message had said was gone… blanked out, matching the expression across her face.“Mas… Sir… I don’t remember” she managed to articulate with Gabriel’s fingers digging into her jaw.“'I’?” Gabriel blurted out, squeezing tighter.Kelly quickly corrected herself and said, “This sub doesn’t remember what your message said, Sir!”“Ah… 'sub’ is it now, eh?” Gabriel managed to squeeze a little tighter. He twisted her completely around, pointing her face toward the cove under the stairs. “What is that?”“A bed, Sir!” He twisted her around back, and pointed her face to the center of the room.“And that? What is that, eh?!?”“A barber’s chair, Sir!”He centered her head again and looked her directly in the eye. His hand slipped to her throat and squeezed hard. “And what are these? What do they have in common – 'sub’?”Struggling to speak, Kelly squeaked out, “Things, Sir… Property?… Your… property… Sir?…”Gabriel released his grip. “Yes… Property! Things that I own… Hmm… maybe you not as dumb as I thought…” Kelly barely heard his acknowledgement over the ragged breaths she took. “You are my property. Your Master has entrusted me with… you. He has asked me to remind you a few disciplinary requirements of His you seem to have forgotten.” Gabriel reached up and unlocked the padlock from the dangling chain. With her hands at her waist, he freed her wrists as well.He turned his back to her, and for a split second, she had the urge to run for the stairs and escape. But she remained still and stood silently rubbing her wrists where the handcuffs had dug into her. Gabriel disappeared into a corner and quickly returned with a riding crop.“Kneel” he said. Slowly, Kelly bent one knee, then the other. She was settling into place as the crop cut the air and landed on her thigh. “Faster!” She quickly settled onto her knees. Before this stranger, a sense of modesty took over and she folded her hands between her legs.“No!” and the crop came down on her other thigh. “Kneel – Position Number 1!” Kelly quickly searched her memories for what that meant. She spread her knees wide then placed her hands laying on her thighs, palms up. He walked in a complete circle around her, testing where her eyes focused. She had been taught to look forward, not particularly focused on anything… Gabriel tapped her ass with the end of the crop, then added, “Knees wider!… Better!”“Position Number 2!” Kelly quickly planted her hands out in front of her, forming an arrow of her arms and thrust her ass into the air. Gabriel continued to walk around her splayed body in a tight circle, stepping over her arms.“Position Number 3!” Kelly sprung into a doggie-style position, her hands shoulder width apart, her back arched and her ass pushed up in the air. Gabriel would slap at her inner thighs, indicating she should spread her legs wider.Gabriel circled her like a predator. He would announce command numbers and Kelly would spring into the appropriate form. This continued on and on, drilling her in all her in all ten positions like Marine bootcamp. At first, Gabriel would called numbers in order, then he switched to randomly commanding positions. She would stumble occasionally, but the end of his riding crop would quickly remind her of the misstep. After what seemed like two hours of hard drilling, Kelly’s palms and joints were riddled with indentations from the crumbling concrete, but she had finally proven to Gabriel that she knew her numbered positions perfectly.Gabriel settled Kelly into Position Number 1. After what was effectively a calisthenics workout, her breathing was difficult. The corset around her torso restricted breathing. Releasing some of that pressure would be as simple as loosening the laces running up her spine. Even with Gabriel’s back turned, breaking form to adjust her laces would have been an unwise decision.Gabriel turned to face her as she regained control of her rapid breathing. He stepped up and stood with his feet together, his toes between her spread knees. Trapped between his thumbs, he held the gold-leaf envelope again. His entire focus was on the words written on the card. Shifting his focus to Kelly’s face, he grasped the card and envelope in one hand and absentmindedly tapped it against the thumb of his other hand. She could feel his gaze upon her, but being positioned meant not responding his glare. All he did was stand there, stare down at her, lightly rapping the envelope and card. Gabriel continued evaluating her positioning, looking for any error or voluntary movement. Although Kelly’s breathing was now much less labored, her sense of tension was rising at his minute inspection. Gabriel continued to hover over her for an additional five minutes.Apparently satisfied, he stepped back from her and walked over to the workbench. He threw back the heavy canvas cloak, hurling it against the wall. It hit with a resounding thud, then fell to the floor. He went to work preparing something; whatever Gabriel was doing was obscured by his body. From her periphery, Kelly could see his arms lift, rise and stir something yet seen.Walking back to Kelly, he tossed three coils of rope into the seat of the barber’s chair. In his calm yet gruff voice, Gabriel said, “Stand up.” With no hesitation, Kelly quickly stood. Gabriel grabbed her arm at the elbow and ruffly guided her to the barber’s chair in the center of the room. He picked up the rope coils, then ordered, “Sit.” Kelly sat, her knees tightly together and her hands in her lap, fingers laced together in an attempt to cover her exposed pussy. This drew another look of disdain from Gabriel, but he said nothing. He dropped the coils of rope at his feet, then grabbed her right leg and swung it over the right armrest of the chair. Reaching behind him, he grabbed one of the coils and began to wrap the rope over her calf and through the support struts of the armrest. He looped the rope around the open space between, completing a column tie. He reached for a second coil and repeated the tie for her left leg. When Gabriel completed the left leg, he stood up and inspected the rope bindings in the same manner he had been inspecting her all night.With her legs tied and splayed open, Kelly had let her folded hands fall between her legs, obscuring her sex. Picking up the third coil of rope, Gabriel grumbled to himself. He stepped behind Kelly, then harshly pulled her arms over the backrest. She laced her fingers again as he began to wrap rope around her elbows, drawing them painfully close together. He drew the long lead to her wrists and bound them so that they touched. Slipping the remainder of the rope between her now open hands, he tied it someplace to the back of the chair. The tie gave Kelly no slack and forced her arms to be straight, useless rods. Gabriel stepped around and faced her, inspecting his rope-work like an artisan craftsman. Kelly glanced up at his face and caught the tail-end of a satisfied sadistic smile. Gabriel’s smile quickly disappeared when he realized she was looking up at him. Grumbling again, he stepped to the back of the chair, then released a few metal catches. Using his weight, he propelled the backrest forward as heavy ratchets clanked against geared teeth in some internal mechanism. Kelly’s torso was pushed forward, her legs were compressed and folded tighter at the knee, and her arms were forced into an uncomfortable angle. Gabriel locked the chair in this position, then stepped around to the front again. The discomfort in Kelly’s arms screamed into her mind, catering directly to her masochistic desires for pain. She sucked it all in and relished it! In her mind, images of nights with her Master began to materialize. The imaginary further excited her… times when He had sated her love for extreme ties, forcing her into positions that could only be experienced tied and restrained. As those flashback images flowed into her conscious mind, Kelly completely escaped the reality of where she was. Her eyelids softly shut as the movies from her past continued to play.In her momentary absence, Kelly had not noticed Gabriel’s movements. He stood in front of her, eyes fixed on her cunt. Moving the backrest forward had pushed her ass to the edge of the seat, leaving her pussy hanging over the edge. Gabriel nodded, satisfied that his chair adjustments were perfect. But, looked closely at exposed lips and noticed her lips were flowering, the beginnings of dew making them glisten in the poor basement lighting. A droplet formed and dripped onto the crumbling floor.Kelly was abruptly returned to the here and now with a hard slap across her the face. As she centered her head and recovered, a mere moment of exhilaration crossed her face. Before she could completely shake the memories, the air flowing unencumbered into her lungs was cut off. Gabriel had his hand tight around her throat, trapping her windpipe and suppressing the blood flow to her head. She forced her eyes open to see his eyes glaring into her a few inches away from her face.“I was told you were a little bit of a pain freak,” Gabriel, softly spoke. His eyes traced down to her heaving chest, then back up to meet her dilated eyes. The smirk had returned to his face. “I think more than… just a little …eh?”He started sawing on her open pussy with the side of his hand. To Kelly, Gabriel’s fingers felt as thick as broomstick handles. His hands were so large that he could split her lips and maintain direct contact with her clit at the same time. She was already easy prey for him. Disappearing into her private cinema had already primed the pump, leaving only the need to be properly stimulated. But his touch was not what she desired, nor wanted… The stimulation – yes… just not from him. Kelly’s eyes glazed over. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids fell and darkened the room. Her will to not allow him the satisfaction of pleasuring her eroded away with each stroke of his hand. Her head started to fall backward as her mind focused on the subtle signs of an approaching orgasm.The basement walls suddenly echoed with the sound of a sloshy wet slap – Gabriel’s heavy hand had come down hard on Kelly’s pussy. She was so wet with excitement that the impact sprayed over her open legs. Her closed eyes sprang open, accompanied with a shocked, open mouth expression. The pain radiated down into her thighs and up into her stomach.Before she could scream, Gabriel started stroking again, this time raking his fanned fingers over her clit. The ebbing pain mixed with exalted pleasure, making the resultant feeling nearly incomprehensible. Gabriel released his grip around her throat and quickly resumed a tight grip of her head with her hair. The sudden free-flowing rush of blood to her head made her momentarily dizzy, weakening her resilience to Gabriel’s attempts to force her to cum. Kelly’s eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted like she was about to moan aloud in an uncontrolled display of unbridled ecstasy. She forced her eyes open, huffing and puffing, glaring back at Gabriel in as much of an aggravated expression she dare show him. He stopped stroking and slapped his open palm against her clit nine or ten times. Kelly screamed. She bucked and fought against the ropes in frustration. The barber’s chair rocked on its pillar stand, but was otherwise steady as a rock. “Scream all you want. You won’t be heard down here, eh!”Kelly was mentally and physically exhausted… And she was getting damn tired of that “eh?” expression of his. Gabriel showed no outward concern whatsoever. He reasserted his control over her by resettling his grip on her hair, this time twisting her neck and head so she was forced to look up into the rafters. He stroked on her pussy open-handed, running from her clit down the length of her wet lips. He did this a few times, evilly coaxing a calm from her, then he slipped two of his huge fingers deep inside her, pounding on her G-spot. He anchored his thumb on top of her clit. Every movement of his fingers translated through his hand and doubled her stimulation. Kelly’s eyes with cross. Her resolve was completely spent. She had no energy left to fight any more. If he was going to force and orgasm from her, then so be it!Gabriel pulled his fingers from her pussy and stood upright. He hung his hand about eye-level with her face, fingers pointed down to the floor. A thick milky-white juice wicked down his fingers and dripped onto the floor. Again, he had left her unfulfilled and unsatisfied. Breathing hard, Kelly tried to form words… perhaps even beg… she didn’t really know what she was trying to say. Gabriel wiped Kelly’s juices on her thigh. In a spacey gaze, she followed him with her eyes until he disappeared from view. He quickly returned. He stuffed an oversized ball-gag into her mouth and buckled it at the back of her head, saying “Yeah… Definitely a pain slut! …but I think we’ve heard enough from you tonight…” The gag forced her jaw open wide, but she was much too exhausted to protest or fight him. Drool started to flow from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and disappear into the cleavage of her corset.Gabriel tied a leather thong into her hair, braiding it into one long ponytail. Kelly barely registered what he was doing. He reached into his pocket for the winch remote and lowered the chain from the ceiling and pulled the excess length and the hidden pulley toward the chair. He tugged and pulled on her head as he finished braiding the leather into the chain itself. Gabriel activated the winch and slowly hoisted Kelly into air high enough that he ass rose from the chair. He stopped the machine when her ass was about six inches off the leather seat. As her body was hoisted into the air, Kelly moaned into the gag, propelling more drool and spit from the corners of her mouth.Returning to the workbench, Gabriel slammed something heavy onto a cart, drowning out the constant moaning from the woman helpless tied behind him. He pushed the cart around to the front of the chair, then retrieved an old metal stool from some dark corner of the room, dragging it across the floor, rather than lifting and carrying it. The shrill, grinding sound rang loud. He parked the stool between Kelly’s legs, then settled down onto it. Reaching to the cart, he retrieved a set of surgical gloves and worked his large hands into them.Gabriel paused for a moment, then went to work. He laid paper towels over the leather seat and beneath Kelly’s raised ass. He took a hot washcloth and washed her ass, then up between her legs and around her still-dripping pussy. He tossed the washcloth over his shoulder and took a clean dry towel and carefully dried her. Gabriel took a small metal container from the cart and opened it. Inside, was a small puff-pad, beneath that, talcum powder. He took the pad and shook off the excess powder and began to lightly applied the talcum along the same path he had cleaned.“Let’s start with the most difficult part first, eh?” Kelly didn’t respond. She only moaned softly and constantly through her ball-gag.Gabriel pulled a small can from the cart, along with a wooden tongue depressor. He reached between Kelly’s legs and speared the waxy substance over her anus and along the inner skin of her butt-cheeks with the wooden stick. Working quickly, he spread a strip of cloth between her cheeks, pressing hard, making sure the substance wicked into the cloth strip. He paused and noted the time on his watch. He carefully watched the second hand sweep past the numbers on the dial. After a minute and half, he reached deep between Kelly’s legs until his fingertips found the end of the cloth nearest the small of her back. Gabriel looked up into Kelly’s face as another gob of drool poured from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were sleepy and half closed.Gabriel pulled with all of his strength, ripping the cloth, the wax, and whatever hair was between from her body. Kelly’s eyes opened wide, quickly accompanied by a loud scream. She opened her mouth wide enough that the ball-gag sunk deeper into her mouth and near completely muffled the scream. Gabriel tossed the spent cloth over his shoulder to join the washcloth on the floor. Kelly took short, rapid breaths, trying to breath through the pain. As she did, Gabriel was already applying more wax along the right side of her pussy. She had just controlled her breathing as he pressed a fresh cloth into the fresh coat of hot wax. He again looked at his watch, counting off the seconds. When time had elapsed, he ripped the cloth from her, resulting in another muffled scream. He smeared more wax along the left side and applied the cloth. He looked into Kelly’s face as she was futilely muttering a through the ball-gag and shaking her head. With no regard, Gabriel ripped the patch. Kelly’s eyes opened wide, then squinted in the pain. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She was panting hard again, air whistling through her nose.Ignoring her reactions, Gabriel returned to his work. He smeared more wax over the neatly trimmed patch of hair over her pubic bone. This time, he pressed a wider cloth into wax. Kelly swiveled her hips, trying to stay away from Gabriel’s touch.“Hey – hey! Hold still, eh?!” He pressed his thumb and index finger into the freshly waxed skin along both sides of her pussy. A hot, searing pain shot through Kelly like a hot poker. She squinted hard and more tears poured from the corners of her eyes. “Besides, this is the last one… Stop being a baby!” Gabriel’s words had just registered when he ripped the cloth from her body. Kelly’s muscles twitched involuntarily.“You not deserve this for being such a bitch…” he said, tossing the can of hot wax back onto the cart, “but this is part of the service.” Gabriel retrieved what looked like a toothpaste tube and began to smear the ointment over her inflamed skin. The cooling effect was immediate and effective. Kelly settled down somewhat, but her skin was still red and tender to the touch.Gabriel went around to the back of the chair. He untied the end of the rope securing Kelly’s wrists to the chair. He took another loop of rope from the workbench and looped it under her armpits five or six times, then took the free end and attached it to the chain holding her head upright. Stepping on the height release, the chair thundered to the ground, leaving Kelly’s legs spread wide and suspended in the air supported by the new rope. Gabriel wrapped the rope dangling from her wrists around the chain and pulled until her arms were lifted up and away from her body in a strappado. Releasing another set of latches, he removed the backrest from the chair. Gabriel carried the backrest to the bench and leaned it against one of the legs. He picked up a long tailed flogger and tested it in the air a few times. He flipped the leather tangs over his shoulder, leaving the handle to rest over his heart. Reaching into pocket, he pulled a single edge shaving razor. He flicked the blade open with a quick wrist snap. Approaching Kelly from behind, he cut the shoulder straps of her bra and along the back hooks. Kelly’s breasts fell free as he tore the spent clothing from her.He started softly, slapping the tangs against her back. Protected by the corset, his attack was both muffled and muted. Soon, he changed targets and started slapping the leather falls across Kelly’s ass. He moving around her in a tight circle, Gabriel assaulted her thighs, her torso and her breasts, until he completed his orbit, then attacked her ass again. Each strike grew in strength as he moved counterclockwise around her – each strike caused Kelly to thrash in mid-air. Her screams, moans and whimpers were drowned out by the leather impacting her flesh, regardless of the ball-gag. Gabriel circled around again, stopping when he faced her. He started to slap her ass by swinging upward between her legs. The freshly waxed skin added an extra bite to each crash. Gabriel struck across both thighs as he repositioned himself behind Kelly’s suspended body. Swinging harder, he brought the leather ends upward, crashing against her pussy, the waxed areas and her clit. He continued to swing harder and faster, each time landing precisely on her clit with each swing. Kelly saw colors flash before her eyes as Gabriel relentlessly thrashed at her. Pain and pleasure swirled in her head like a tempest until all the pain turned to pure pleasure. Each impact triggered a masochistic nerve. With all resistance ripped from her, Kelly started to orgasm… She came in relentless, uncontrollable waves… each one rolling into the next and into the next!… Each one triggered by the impact of the flogger striking on her clit. She was no longer screaming in agony, but moaning in abject pleasure that wouldn’t cease.Spent and marked, Kelly’s suspended body fell limp over the barber’s chair. She had passed out.– – –The chauffeur swerved and tried to miss the pothole, but the driver’s side wheel dipped in and out. The jolt translated through the car’s frame and jostled the passengers. Kelly awoke at the sudden bump. She was laying sideways over the length of the back seat, wearing her overcoat with her head resting in the lap of her Master. She rolled on her back and looked up into His face. In a combination of happiness at finally seeing Him, and the pain of all she had endured at Gabriel’s hand, she cried and smiled up at Him. He softly ran His fingers through her matted hair. A thousand questions raced through her mind, but she remained respectfully silent, except for the occasional sniffle. He laid His arm over chest below her breasts. Instinctively, she caressed His arm, feeling the fabric of His suit coat. She glanced down at His arm. The image of the customer in Gabriel’s barber chair raced back to her.It had been her Master in Gabriel’s barber’s chair! 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