TW: Knives; Blood; Sadism

She was kneeling on the hard wooden floor. Her legs spread. Her hands on her thighs. Palms facing up. Her long hair was braided as instructed. She was blindfolded. Her body was covered with goose bumps. She was waiting. Shivering with anticipation.

Finally she could hear the floorboards creaking. Footsteps came closer. She felt someone standing right behind her. Her whole body tensed. The person behind her grabbed her braid, pulled her head back and wrapped an arm around her neck. Cutting off her air supply.

"Welcome to hell, you little bitch. We are going to have a lot of fun." The slanted voice of her domme whispered in her ear. Just as she was about to faint, the grip around her throat loosened. "You have been a very good girl, following my instructions," her Domme said. "Thank you, Goddess," was her reply.

Her Domme released her. She could hear her go to the drawers that were against a wall. When she returned, her Domme was grabbing one of her breasts. She could feel the cold metal tip of a knife touching her nipple. The touch was soft enough not to cut, but still sent shivers down her spine.

"You know what's going to happen now, don't you slut? Are you ready to become completely mine? To earn your collar?" Her Domme asked. She nodded.

"Yes Goddess."

"Good slut."

Her Domme grabbed her braid and she could hear her start to cut it off. Tears began to run down from under her blindfold. She could feel the missing weight of her hair as she heard her braid fall to the floor. "Are you crying, little one? It's just hair. You're going to look so beautiful for your goddess."

Before she could answer, she could hear the hum of a razor. The sensation on her scalp made her want to scream. She remained silent. Her Domme made sure her head was shaved to the millimetre. Then her scalp was covered in shaving cream as her Domme used a razor to shave every last trace of hair from her head. Her scalp was now smooth.

She did her best to hold back the tears. All her beautiful hair was gone. "Stand up, bitch! Spread your legs!" Her Domme ordered. She did as she was told. Her Domme's hand touched her pussy. Grabbing her bush and pulling. She held back a cry. "Such a good little slut for letting it grow as I commanded." Her Domme said. "Look how wet I made you by shaving your head!"

She felt a little ashamed. Knowing how much this whole thing turned her on. The thought of what the weekend would bring turned her on even more. Still pulling on her bush her Domme said: "Follow me!"

They walked over to a gynaecologist chair that stood in a corner of the room. Still blindfolded her Domme strapped her into it. Her arms and legs as well as her upper body and head were restrained.

The sensation of the shaving cream on her bush made her moan. Her Domme made sure to brush over her clit a few times. Then she felt the razor blade glide over her skin. She tried to stay as still as possible as the sharp blade traced along her labia and just short of her clit. She screamed as the blade dug into her skin just above her vagina. Her domme let out a little chuckle as she carved a heart into her.

"I'm going to make you mine little one. Make sure everyone knows that." She could feel and hear her Domme walk away as she was still breathing heavily from the burning sensation of the razor blade cutting her skin.

She screamed in agony as the ice-cold water hit her. "Just getting the shaving cream off you my little slut." After the water had hit her vagina for a while, her Domme moved to her head. Washing away every trace of shaving cream. Giving her the feeling of drowning several times.

The next thing she felt was a burning sensation as her Domme removed the carved heart. The pain turned her on more than she cared to admit. Her Domme must have noticed what she was saying: "Look at your swollen clit and creamy cunt! Here I am torturing you and all you do is enjoy yourself. You are a sick little slut, do you know that?" She moaned a little as she felt her Domme's latex covered fingers slide inside her.

The fingers curling up inside her. Massaging her g-spot just right. She could feel herself coming closer. She could feel how wet and creamy she was getting. Just as she was about to beg for permission to come, her Domme removed the fingers.

"Open your mouth wide slut! I want you to taste how horny my torture makes you!" She did as she was told and licked her Domme's fingers as she forced them into her mouth. She tasted her own salty slime. "Aren't you ashamed of being such a sick slut?" Her Domme asked. She was unable to answer because of the fingers in her mouth. She was becoming more and more aroused by her Domme's treatment. Her clit pulsed with pleasure.

"I'll give you a choice my slut!" Her Domme said. "I know how sensitive your clit is and how in comparission your nipples eat pain for breakfast." She chuckled. "So which do you want me to pierce first? I know both are going to suck." She could hear her blood rushing in her ears. The pulsating of her clit getting more intense as the thought of those piercings alone made her want to cum.

<End of Part 1>