Pipit Ch. 10: End

When she could feel his excitement was like a roaring fire inside him, she pulled away and whispered, "I need you to make me helpless, Master. I need you to make me afraid."

She went to the coffee table, picked up the razor and the ball gag, and handed them to him.

"Come put me on the cross," she said.

He looked at the things in his hand. "We should play with a safeword for this," he said.

"No," she said. "No safeword. No safe gesture. You've grown out of those things."

"Play like this could leave permanent scars. I mean psychological."

"You're going to have the power of life or death over me. I won't be the first person who's ever been in that position." She held her hand out to him. He hesitated a second, then took it.

He led her to the bedroom and stood her in front of the cross. He set the razor on the dresser and fastened her wrist cuffs to the top with cord, then the ankle cuffs to the bottom. He tightened the wrist cuffs.

Holding the gag, he said, "You don't have to wear the gag. Or I could put my keys in your hand for a safe gesture."

"Put a finger in my pussy, Master," she said.

He slid a finger into her.

"Am I wet, Master?" she asked.

"Very wet," he said.

"Put the gag on me," she said. Her heart was already pounding, and she gasped out the words.

He fitted the ball in her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head.

"One last time," he said. "Nod your head if you want to go back and have a safeword or safe gesture. If you shake your head, I'll ignore everything you do - every gesture, every facial expression, every noise you make. I'll just please myself."

Pipit's forced herself to shake her head.

Andrew picked up the closed razor and stroked her left cheek with it. "You look scared," he said. "I like that." He reached for her pussy and pinched her clit hard, making her jump.

"Ungh," she said.

He moved the closed razor to Pipit's other cheek. "You need to try not to move," he said in a soft, even voice. "If the razor had been open just then, I might have sliced you."

He ran the closed razor down to her left breast and circled her nipple with the hinged end. "A thing as sharp as this could do unspeakable damage," he said. "It could cut off a nipple. It could sever an artery. It could slice through any soft tissue so easily."

Oh, fuck, what had she done? He hadn't even opened the razor yet, and she was beside herself with terror. Her heart was hammering now, and she was hyperventilating.

"I've always loved the sight of blood," he said, shifting his gaze from the razor to her face. His eyes gleamed with pleasure. "When I cut myself as a kid, I'd just sit and watch it bleed for a while before I went for a band-aid. I'd love to make you bleed," he said, and opened the razor.

She wanted to say No, it had been a horrible mistake, she hadn't really meant that about no safeword, and the game had to stop now, but all she could manage was a high-pitched "Uhh" behind her gag.

He raised the razor to her face again and stroked first one cheek and then the other with the dull edge. He traced the outline of her lips with the dull corner of the razor and said, "Maybe I should make you suck this like a cock."

Her heart beat wildly: she imagined the taste of the cold steel on her tongue.

"No," he said, grinning, "not a good idea to take the gag off. You know you're twice as beautiful when you're scared?"

He was a psychopath, she knew it, and he was going to cut her, maybe kill her. It was hard to draw all the air she needed through her nose. Sweat was breaking out on her forehead.

"Wouldn't it feel good to be fucked with this cock?" he said, grinning. "Think of it sliding into your vagina, slicing into your sweet flesh."

He moved the blade to her pussy and let the dull edge slide into her slit. She moaned and tried to hold very still.

"Gives a whole new meaning to the word slash, doesn't it? Wouldn't you like me to turn the blade around, make your pussy wet in a whole new way?"

Pipit couldn't suppress the image of blood gushing out of her. She closed her eyes tight and shook her head.

"Maybe later," he said. He took the blade away from her pussy and lightly brushed her breast with the sharp edge, from just above the nipple up to the top. He seemed radiantly happy, looking at the sharp edge next to her unblemished skin.

Pipit squealed behind her gag and tried to squirm away.

"Try not to move," said Andrew. "A razor is a dangerous thing."

She emitted a high, anguished sound, and forced herself to hold still.

He brushed with the razor from the top of her breast up to her throat and around to the tender skin under her ear. Sweat and tears were mingling on her cheeks.

"You know," he said, "men get used to barbers holding an open razor right here, even though we know that if they slipped up, they might hit the carotid artery. But they never do, except occasionally in movies. So relax. This is like getting a shave."

Pipit couldn't relax. Her body was rigid with terror.

"Now in ancient and medieval times," Andrew said, moving the blade farther up, "they used to punish criminals by cutting off their ears. It must have been a common sight on the street, people without ears. You'd know they'd committed theft, or blasphemy, or fornication."

Pipit thought her heart would burst, it was pounding so fast and hard.

"For really serious offenses," Andrew continued, smiling lovingly at the blade as he moved it to her upper lip, edge pointing upwards, "they'd cut off the nose. Amazing people, the ancients. I believe they really enjoyed carving up the body."

Andrew brushed Pipit's breast again with the sharp edge - then her stomach.

"I won't do anything so horrible," he said. "But it'd be a shame to stop this play without cutting something. Maybe a nice scratch on your stomach. Or maybe your arm, your feet or calves." He moved the razor to these places as he named them. "Your thigh. Not too deep a cut - just enough to leave a nice scar. What do you think?"

Pipit shook her head furiously, eyes wide with fear.

He drew the sharp edge across her thigh as if cutting it, scarcely touching the skin. But she knew how sharp the razor was, and that he hardly had to exert any pressure at all to cut her.

Her breath was whistling in her nose - she closed her eyes tight and waited for the pain, knowing she'd pass out when it came and not expecting ever to wake up.

But the pain didn't come. He put the razor down on the dresser top, took the gag off, and released her from the cross.

She didn't want to touch him ever again, but she made herself collapse into his arms.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "Did it build trust?"

She felt that he was the most dangerous man she'd ever known, and she was very glad this was their last session. She'd never again give him that kind of power over her body.

But she took a deep breath and said, "It was amazing, Master. I'm more sure than ever that you'd never hurt me."

"Not that kind of hurt," he said. "Just the kind you like." He threw her face-down on the bed and fucked her, and though he did the things she liked - slapped her ass, pulled her hair, handled her roughly - she took no pleasure in him and had to pretend to come.

Afterwards he held her, and she said, "Are you going to try this with Emily?"

"She won't play without a safeword," said Andrew.

"She'll let you tie her up, won't she?" asked Pipit.

"Yeah, she trusts me. I eased up on safewords and limits, and things have gotten easier between us."

"You traded away your power," said Pipit. "If she's tied up and you gag her, she can't safeword."

"I can't do that to her," he said.

"It's what I wish you'd done to me," said Pipit. "The feelings would have been so much more intense if you'd taken my power from me instead of me giving it to you."

Andrew stared at her doubtfully.

"Do it," said Pipit, taking his cock in her hand and gazing into his eyes. "The feeling of power will be unbelievable. Then come tell me about it, and fuck me." She sat, bent over him, and kissed his cock. It was still damp, it smelled of pussy, and it stirred for her again.

She teased the underside of him with her tongue, holding his gaze, and said, "Tell me you're going to do it." She drew him into her, closed her mouth tight around him, and sucked him. She raised her head slowly, letting him slide out of her. With her lips just brushing the head of his cock, she whispered, "Tell me, Master." She squeezed him gently, and a pearl of milky cum formed right at the tip. She raised her eyes to meet his again, put out her tongue, and licked the little drop away.

"Tonight," he whispered. "It's the last night we're alone together. Amanda comes back tomorrow."

She drew him into her again and sucked him till he flooded her mouth with his cum. She let him watch her swallow it one last time.

As she saw him out the door, she pressed the folded razor into his hand.

"You'll need this," she said.

* * *

"I don't think I can do it anymore." While Andrew had been terrorizing Pipit, a client had been flogging and fucking Neko. "When I worked at Mistress Shigemi's," she said, "the men I saw at home felt like Doms. I loved them for the time they were with me. Now they're just johns. All I want is for them to finish up and get out. And I hate the feeling afterwards. I don't know how to describe it. The feeling of being a whore."

"I know what you mean, honey," said Pipit. They were in the kitchen doing the dinner dishes - pots, pans, plate, dog bowls. Neko was washing and Pipit drying.

"It isn't just that, though," said Neko. She lowered her voice and continued: "It's Raquel, too. I never liked her as well as you did, you know. But now it's like she doesn't care about us at all - she doesn't do anything with us but get off. And I'm all aches and pains from sleeping in that cage."

Pipit had liked whoring at first - the feeling afterwards, which Neko hated so much, was what she'd liked best. But whoring had lost a lot of its appeal. After the initial rush of exquisite self-loathing, she'd again started to miss the kind of play she'd had with Christopher's friends. It had taken her a long time to puzzle out why the shame of the submissive whore had come to seem a lesser thing than that of the slave lent out for a fuck. Finally she'd come to understand that, while a john purchased the right to violate her body, Christopher had granted his friends that same right, and also certain rights to her soul. The purely commercial shame of the whore was a thing she could put away after a trick, like changing your clothes at the end of a workday - but the deeply personal shame of the slave had penetrated to her core.

So Pipit agreed with Neko about whoring, though for different reasons. She agreed about Daddy, too, and she guessed that Daddy cared so little about them that, if they were to pack up and leave tonight, she'd wave them off cheerfully.

And why shouldn't they leave? They had an apartment to go to and nothing to tie them down here - not even a contract, since Pipit was supposed to be here only temporarily, and Neko wasn't supposed to be here at all.

"Let's leave, then," said Pipit. "Let's tell Daddy we're going and just move into the apartment. We'll stop whoring, you can get some kind of job, and we'll live on that and my income from Mistress Shigemi's."

Neko brightened instantly. She took her hands out of the sink, dried them off, and hugged Pipit tightly. "You're so wonderful, Pipit," she said. "I love you so much."

"Let's do it right now, honey," said Pipit.

They went to the playroom, dressed, threw some clothing and sex toys into a couple of suitcases, fetched their toiletries from the bathroom, and hauled their bags to the living room, where Daddy was sprawled on the sofa watching a "Shark Tank" rerun.

Daddy turned to look at them and said, "If it isn't babycunt and ratfuck, all dolled up for a night on the town."

Pipit said, "We're moving out, Daddy."

"Leaving your kindly old Daddy? What's gotten into you cunts?"

"You've been good to us, Daddy, but we don't want to be whores anymore."

"Maybe I'm not ready for you to quit," said Daddy. She didn't seem as happy for them to go as Pipit had expected.

"We don't need the money," said Pipit. "We can live on my income from Mistress Shigemi's, and Neko can get some kind of job. We don't need to be whores."

"You might find yourself out of a job at Mistress fucking Shigemi's," said Daddy. "One word from me, and you're toast."

Pipit said, "You can't get me fired without getting yourself fired too."

"Stupid cunt," said Daddy, "you don't know a fucking thing - like that I'm part owner. Eighty percent Ai, ten percent Tejo, ten percent yours fucking truly. I'm your fucking boss. Now take your clothes off and kiss Daddy's ass."

"You're the stupid cunt," said Neko hotly. Pipit turned and stared at her in astonishment. She went on, "Sure, you can fire Pipit, but if you do, everybody's going to find out what you've been up to here, pimping us out. Your partnership with Mistress Ai won't be worth shit. And we don't give a fuck anyway. We'll get along, even if we have to work as waitresses somewhere and find more roommates. I love Pipit, and I don't care if life is hard, as long as I get to live with her and I don't have to kiss your ass anymore!"

"I've never met a submissive that wasn't dumb as a rock," said Daddy. "I've always known you were in love with little Miss Cutesy Cunt here. I've been laughing my fucking ass off watching you make cow eyes at her. And do you know how much she loves you? Just enough to get you fired from your fucking job."

Pipit felt her stomach drop through the floor and heat flood into her face. She should have seen this coming.

Neko said, "You're the stupidest bitch in the world if you think you're giving me some kind of big news. I figured that out ages ago - I even know why she did it, which is more than you can say."

"The conniving little cunt did it to get your business," said Daddy.

"She did it, you dumb-ass hag, because of the way it made her feel when she was with me. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

Pipit felt as if she'd been hit on top of the head with a sledge hammer, but she managed to nod.

"You've known this how long?" asked Daddy.

"Since that first day you had me over for tea," said Neko. "It just came to me while we were having sex."

"And you still love this sack of shit?"

Pipit was crying now - she wanted to drop through the floor into hell. Neko took her trembling hand and said, "Yes."

"You trust her?"

"I understand her, and that's better," said Neko.

"You think she loves you?" asked Daddy.

"I'm not half the idiot you take me for," said Neko.

Daddy stared at them for a minute or more, saying nothing. Then she said, "Fuck me." She stared a while longer and then said, "Well, shit." She crossed her arms and tapped a foot - her gaze shifted back and forth between them. Finally she said, "Let's go see Ai and get your fucking job back."

She picked up her phone from a side table, tapped the screen a few times, and held it to her ear. After a few seconds she said, "I gotta come over and talk business. You got somebody with you?" She paused a few seconds and said, "This is important. You can have your massage when we're done. I'll be over in a half hour."

Daddy stood up and said, "Now where's my fucking bag?" Pipit ran to get it.

A half hour later, Mistress Ai was glaring at Neko and saying, "Why did you bring her here?"

Daddy said, "This is the best submissive that ever worked at Mistress Shigemi's. I want to hire her back."

"As you know very well, Raquel, we have a no-tolerance policy concerning prostitution," said Mistress Ai. "We drafted the rule together."

"You think there's a rule against whoring, but the real rule is against getting caught. Our managers know that, and they suspect what's going on and don't want to actually catch anyone - they'd have to fire most of the girls, and wouldn't that be a pain in the ass. So it turns out the rule in reality is against getting ratted out. And guess who ratted out Neko here, for weird-ass reasons it would take Sigmund fucking Freud to explain?"

Pipit sank onto a sofa, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed, burning with shame.

Mistress Ai sat beside her and said, "Is this true, Tosatsu?" Her gentle tone was the scariest thing Pipit had ever heard.

She nodded into her hands, unable to look at her Mistress.

"Can you explain why?" asked Mistress Ai.

Pipit whispered, "It's the feeling." She wanted to explain more, but she couldn't talk without sobbing.

"She's an emotional masochist," said Daddy.

"I know that," said Mistress Ai. "But I thought it was just about sex. I didn't know it involved harm to others. Have you done this kind of thing to anyone else?"

Pipit nodded into her hands again. She was so ashamed and scared.

"Who?" asked Mistress Ai.

"Mouche," said Pipit, stalling for time.

"I know that story," said Mistress Ai. "Anyone else?"

Pipit's shoulders shook. It was too horrible to say.

"Oh my!" Neko breathed. Then she whispered, "Andrew."

"Tell me about Andrew," said Mistress Ai.

Pipit shook her head, still hiding her face, unable to speak.

Mistress Ai ran her fingers into the thick hair on top of Pipit's head - it felt like a caress. Then she closed her fist, pulling her hair painfully, and jerked upwards, forcing her face out of her hands.

"Look at me," said Mistress Ai levelly, "and tell me about Andrew."

Pipit opened her eyes but could hardly see Mistress for her tears. "I got him to fuck me," she whispered.

"What else?"

Pipit was silent: how could she say this?

Neko said, "She gave him strange advice . . ."

"I want her to say it," said Mistress Ai.

Pipit said, "I made him jealous and violent. We played without safewords. I made him hate limits. I made him want to play with Emily without limits or safewords."

"Clever manipulative twat," said Raquel.

"She told me he'd asked to play without limits or safewords," said Mistress Ai, "but she hadn't let him do it."

"He will," said Pipit, looking down again. "Tonight. He's going to tie her up, gag her so she can't safeword, and scare her with a razor. He did it with me this afternoon."

"Fuck me," said Raquel.

"We've got to stop him!" Neko cried.

Pipit was numb. She couldn't think of anything but how fucked she was. She was going to lose everything now - her job, Mistress Ai, Neko. And she'd never see Emily again either. She put her face back into her hands, doubled herself up, and keened.

Mistress Ai jumped up and said, "I'll call." She ran out of the room and came back a few seconds later tapping the screen of a phone. She held it to her ear and waited.

Mistress Ai lowered the phone, looking worried. "No answer. We'd better go over there. They're apartment-sitting for a friend of mine, and I have a spare key."

A few minutes later, the four of them were in a taxi for the short ride to Perry Street. Pipit hadn't wanted to go, but Raquel had hauled her out of the apartment by the ear.

"Chances are everything is all right," said Mistress Ai. "In that case, we'll just let Emily know what's been going on and give Andrew a talking to about safewords and limits."

Pipit didn't think everything was going to be all right. She'd seen Andrew's eyes as he held the razor. She wanted to die.

They let themselves into the building and rode the elevator to the third floor. Pipit's feet got heavier the closer they got to the apartment. She wished Mistress had just fired her and sent her away so she wouldn't have to be here. Mistress Ai knocked on the door. No one answered, though she knocked several times, louder each time.