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But he tried not to do things to her that would be too traumatic, and although when they'd first come together and decided exactly how completely she would submit to him she'd agreed that he would have the ability to mark her permanently in any fashion he so chose, he knew that she had serious reservations along those lines.

When she'd answered him, her voice had been tight and soft with abject fear. She knew that she'd be hearing within the next few seconds whether her body would be altered permanently.

"Daniel says that he could do some very interesting things to you," he began. "But I've decided against it."

Her sigh of relief was audible, and made Daniel chuckle.

But that relief was short lived, because then her mind automatically began to wonder why, if he wasn't going to do any sort of body modification to her, then why was he here, in the middle of their honeymoon?

She never put her voice to her question, and her Master never offered any further explanation, but she got her answer after dinner, once she'd cleared the big oak pedestal table that seemed out of place with the rest of the light, wicker furniture. The men had taken seats in the huge, open living room, Daniel with a snifter of brandy in one hand and an expensive, illegal cigar in the other. Raina realized shortly that he had chosen his position carefully, so that he would have a bird's eye view of what was happening to her in the dining room, being that he was less than twenty feet away.

Once she was finished cleaning up the kitchen, her Master told her to stay in the dining room, where he met her, then stood over her as he arranged her like some sort of rag doll, hitching her arms well out in front of her as she bent over the table they'd just eaten at. She could smell the cleaner she'd just used on it as he stretched her tight after positioning one of the throw pillows from the couch in front of her hips and pulling her wrists tight and securing them to the other end of the table. Her ankles were then spread almost uncomfortably apart by a spreader bar, which he then anchored to the center pedestal of the table. She wasn't going to be able to move, and that was exactly what he wanted.

Softly, but loudly enough that she knew Daniel could hear the scolding tone in his voice, he said, "I'm going to give you a chance to make up for your bad behavior when Daniel was here last time." With that, she heard him walk away, and knew he was going to their bedroom. Then she heard the sound of him rolling something big along the hard wood floors, and didn't have to guess what it was: the big wooden trunk full of toys that he'd set at the end of their bed when they'd settled in.

The first thing he did was put her into a harness that would hold in the things he decided to invade her with. He'd had one custom made to his own specifications for her, and even if she decided to rebel and try to push things out, it was secure enough that she wouldn't be able to expel them until he allowed her to.

Next, he applied a mentholated ointment to her privates that didn't hurt, but would warm her up, and sensitize that already tender area while he worked on her bottom.

He started out with a brisk, hard hand spanking that had her howling, adoring the way she'd never become accustomed to even the lightest of his punishments. It all hurt to her, and her reactions were always pure and real.

"She colors nicely, doesn't she?"

Raina hated the fact that she was being watched. Absolutely detested it. But she knew that if she let on to him just how much she hated it, he'd latch onto it as something he could use to torture her with - not that he hadn't already, it seemed.

"Yes, she does. She's never gotten leather butt, either."

"I can tell. She's very vocal. I'm surprised. You two have been together for a while, and I'm assuming that she gets beaten regularly, whether she needs it or not."

Master chuckled as he picked up his favorite plug for her that didn't really need the help of the harness to stay in place, although it couldn't hurt. He lubed it slightly at the very tip, and then around the widest point before the smaller stalk and flange, then used the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to open her cheeks.

Raina knew that the older man couldn't see what her Master was seeing, but that didn't stem the feelings of humiliation that flooded her, even though Daniel had already seen everything she longed to keep private and wasn't going to be allowed to.

"Open for me, Raina. You've done this before. This plug is an old friend. It's helped you hold countless irritating enemas, hasn't it?" he asked.

"Y-yes, Sir," she whispered back.

"Speak up, Raina, so that our guest can hear you," he chided.

His words made her begin to sob, but nevertheless she answered him as she was told, saying, "Yes, Sir," much louder than she had.

"Good girl." He was working that thing into her firmly, not giving her a lot of time to get used to its presence in her body, twisting and reaming and plunging in a slow rhythm. He didn't like to baby her, although he did his best to make sure that he didn't do any damage. "I'm going to seat this inside you now, Raina. Are you ready?"

Knowing she had no choice, and on another loud sob, she answered, "Yes, Sir," and seconds later she shrieked as he did just that, then pulled it out again and reseated it, twisting it back and forth within its snug home. "There, there," he said in false sympathy, patting his hand over where the tip