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Subject: Journal Entry 169/0412  [ Kathy On The Beach, Part I ]
Date: 13 Nov 1994 09:44:22 GMT
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Cerim 24, 0412

	I breathed in the warm night air of an alien world, and 
contemplated what I was going to do, that night.  The sea was green, 
yes, at night, but the moon was small, and the sands were volcanic 
black, and the trees, using some sort of hemophyll, were a rust 
color.  But they did burn, and I collected firewood.  I glanced at 
the display on my securor-droid, Voll, to see the weather report, and 
found it satisfactory.  It's shaped like a dog, only a stainless 
steel one.  It's not sentient, and Wendy watched me through it.  I 
glanced at the time.  

	Magic.  I felt it all around me, the magic of nature, of 
Clarke's technology, and most importantly, of what it was I was going 
to do tonight.  

	For tonight I was going to do something I had sworn was on the 
other side of my limit.  My relationship with Kathy was spectacular, 
both in our affection, and the heights to which we drove our 
understandings of power, and submission.  We discussed our scenes 
beforehand, and she had never yet used the word.  But I stopped at 
breaking the skin.  I did that once, when using a light whip, and 
immediately stopped the scene.  She was disappointed, but she 
understood.  That was my limit, I was making a mark.

	But tonight, of her own free will, I would shed Kathy's blood on 
this sand, and leave a mark on her body nature could not erase.


	"You have got to be kidding." I was sure she was.

	"No, Ken, listen, I'm deadly serious.  I want this."

	"But, but... Look, remember that time with the whip?  You know I 
can't stand blood."

	"Bullshit.  You've a registered medical degree, you're 
registered on the Cutter's list."  Her voice softened.  "Look, Ken, 
it's symbolic.  I love you.  I want to do this as a symbol of just 
how far that goes.  Look, I know you.  You write in your journals 
every day, you write poetry, position papers.  I know you, I know you 
write.  I haven't lived with you for almost a year now without 
knowing that.  You've a romantic soul, and you know it.  You can 
understand, can't you?" she said, in that frustratingly pleading 
voice that always melted my heart.

	And the most damning thing about the whole thing was that Yes, I 
did understand what she meant, what she wanted.  I'd seen the vast 
and profound depths of her soul she wanted to explore; I'd even seen 
them in me, and that's scary.  From behind me, I heard her whisper 
one word, "Please?"

	I stood there, my back to her, and said, "Okay.  Three days from 
now, Isilya, okay?  Meet Lance at transporter room three, and he'll 
know where to send you."

	She looked at me, unsure.  "Are you sure you want to do this, 
Ken?"

	"No, I'm not sure at all.  Yes, I am.  Yes, I do.  But, 
Kathy..."

	"Yeah?"

	"One thing.  You realize that once I start, the word doesn't 
work.  Once it's begun, there's no way to stop it."

	She looked at me, then nodded.  "I know."


	I looked up.  The moon was almost overhead.  Ian had been ticked 
that I'd asked for shore leave today, but he knew he didn't need me 
and Gods know I deserved some.  Besides, I could always pull the 
'personal emergency' crap on him.  

	I picked up the magnesium charge I'd brought and threw it into 
the firewood.  The bonfire lit, and with the way I'd made it, it 
would burn for hours.  It cast a great glow over the black beach. 

	I checked my pocket, for the three needles, the hook, and the 
lock. They were there, all in their respective boxes.  I sighed.  My 
watch chimed.

	There was a shimmering over to my left, and I turned to see 
Kathy becoming solid from the teleporter.  When the statis field 
dropped, she fell to her knees.  "I am here, my lord."

	"Yes, slave.  I know.  And you know for what you have come?"

	"Yes, my lord.  I am here to serve, to submit to your desires, 
no matter what they may be."

	"Then rise, remove your clothing, and follow me."  She stood, 
and I led her to the driftwood log I'd found and moved near the fire, 
not too near to burn, but enough light.  "Sit."  I'd placed a blanket 
on the ground and under the log, so there wouldn't be sand 
everywhere.  She sat, and I moved around to the back of the log.  I 
grabbed a wrist, and stretched her arm out along the log, and secured 
it with a fetter.  Then the same with her other wrist, so she was 
tied down to the log, her head resting aginst it, her body laid 
across the blanket.  I put the firm pillow I'd brought under her ass, 
raising it up.  I spread her legs, and  knelt between them.  I 
reached over for the little leather box, hiding its contents, the 
sterilization field and the three needles.  I opened it.

	She noticed it.  "Ken?" she asked.  As our relationship had 
progressed, we'd learned what names were appropriate when.

	"Yes, slave?"

	"Three?  I thought..."

	"Kathy, if you want this as badly as I think you do, you will do 
this my way, is that understood?"

	"Yes... yes sir."  She looked at me, nervous, and I think a 
little disbelieving.  Just three days ago I'd been arguing against 
this.

	I took out one needle, and the small bottle, and the cloth.  I 
spread her pubic hair, and exposed her cunt.  It was wet, from her 
excitement, which was there even frightened as she was.  I gently, 
softly tugged at her inner labia, watching it swell with her heat, 
and I gently swabbed it with the wetted cloth.  I looked up at her, 
and her eyes flicked back and forth between my hands and my face.  

	"Are you ready? Are you sure?" I asked, one last time.

	She looked at me, and she nodded, and one whisper, one "yes."

	I took the needle, and high on the inside of her smaller labia, 
I pressed the tip gently, the cuirboil pad on my finger ready to 
receive it, and in one sharp thrust I drove it through her flesh and 
into the leather pad.  She whimpered, a high keening sound, a single 
peal of pain escaping her lips and fading into the quiet surf.  Tears 
streamed down her face.  I removed the needle, and found the little 
hook, and I put it through the hole I'd made, and I slid the small 
metal posts along the gold until they were at both sides of her 
labia, holding it in place.  I slowly laid the rest of the charm 
against her mons venus.  She was breathing hard, staring at her cunt, 
her tears still sliding down her cheeks and dripping from her jawline 
onto her breasts.  I took out the second needle.

	She stared at it, and I held it up, between us.  Just by 
refocusing our eyes, we could either stare at each other, or the 
needle.  She looked at it, and slowly, she nodded.

	I moved the little box nearer to where I was so I could reach 
the third needle quickly, because I was going to have to.  I tugged 
gently on her labia, again, the same one as before, only further 
down, closer to her vagina, and with the same deliberate slowness, I 
brought the needletip to her flesh, and with the same force I drove 
it quickly through her labia.  She whimpered, much quieter this time, 
and looked.  Her breathing was still ragged.  I quickly removed the 
needle, grabbed the third one, and this time, much faster, repeated 
the same act on her other labia, across from the hole I'd made with 
the second.  I reached into the box, and grabbed the lock.  It was a 
reproduction of a terran antique from their 1800's, tiny, intricate, 
maybe two centimeters at its longest axis.  I pressed the open latch 
through her first labia, and it slid through.  I quickly slid the two 
tiny gold rings over the latchpiece, and separated them, and crimped 
them.  Then I slid the latch through her other labia, and then, with 
a final click, I closed the lock.

	I looked up at her face, then, for the first time since I'd 
picked up the second needle.  There were tears, but her face was one 
of bewilderment.  I very quietly explained, "Katherine Hawkwind, you 
are mine.  This lock is on the very door of your womanhood, and I 
hold the key.  If you are to submit to me, then you will wear this 
lock as a symbol of just how much I own you."

	She looked at me, then, and slowly, I could see comprehension 
coloring her eyes, and, equally slowly, she smiled, and then she 
nodded. With a single command, her fetters let her go, and she hugged 
me, fiercely. 

	"You're crying," I said.  "Does it still hurt?"

	She smiled, again, her eyes dancing alight in the glow of moon 
and sea and fire, and said, "A little.  But I cry because I'm happy, 
Ken.  You understood!  You did, you really did, you knew.  Oh, Ken, 
you've made me so happy, so wonderfully happy."

	I smiled, and began picking up the three needles, and I threw 
them into the fire.  Then, with the light disinfectant, I gently 
wiped the blood from her sex, and she winced as the peroxide bubbled 
a little.  Then I looked up into her eyes, again, and said, "I 
thought I had," my smile coming to my mouth unbidden, again.  "It was 
a real debate.  I didn't know if you would want three, especially 
when you saw what the extra two were for, but I told you you had no 
choice."

	"I know."  Her face was radiant.  "But your idea is perfect.  
Oh, gods, they're both so pretty."  She was holding the charm 
carefully, a small hook charm with a black diamond and an eagle's 
feather.

	I held up the small key.  "See this?" I asked.  She nodded.  
"I've got one copy, Wendy has one, and Ian has one, so if one should 
ever get lost, or if something should happen, you'll know who to 
ask."

	She nodded, all seriousness there, even if she was yawning.  
Starship crewman is a hazardous job, and we both knew it.  But then 
she smiled again.  I pulled an extra couple of blankets out of the 
duffel I'd put aside, and a few pillows.  "Kathy, let's go to sleep.  
And you be careful, you're going to be sore for a while."

	But the excitement of the past hour was just now catching up to 
her, like it was to me, and once I'd put the pillow under her head 
and the blanket over her, she was groggy, and she simply said, "I'll 
be okay, Ken... just... lemme get some rest."  And she was out.  I 
shrugged, and gave a command to Voll.  The droid turned on a blanket 
field over the fire, and it went down, and I ordered it to bank the 
fire slowly over the night.  I grabbed a pillow and gently joined my 
love in sleep.

--
"Kathy On The Beach, Part I"
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