Chapter 13
Sunday was spent at home, Kat still treating the healing stitches in her pussy, and Foxy was still not letting her remove her catheter, but at least let her control it. Both women were also still looking after their septum piercings, even when the pain was gone by now, and when Foxy said they should be good by now.
They spent their time playing games and reading or watching shows, not bothering to do much else.
Monday morning, started with a nice breakfast before Foxy drove Kat to work, still insisting on leading her on the leash and giving it to either Frank or July before leaving.
Ringing the door, Foxy was surprised to see a haggard looking July not in her normal sweater, but a plain white shirt with some discolored patches around her tits. Not wanting to let the house cool out, she stepped inside having Kat follow her.
“Hi July. I was planning to just give you Kat, but you look like shit! Is everything alright?”
“Morning July.”
“Morning to you two. Yeah, I just had some work done over the weekend. Come on Frank is in the studio. I bet you will also want to talk to him about tomorrow.”
“Right, Foxy said you would come with us.”
Having hung her leash and jacked on the hook by the door, Kat followed Foxy and July to the former living room that now functioned as a studio.
“Moin Frank.”
“Good morning Foxy.”
“Hi Frank.”
“Hi Kat.”
“So July, spill, what the hell did you have done over the weakened that you look like shit now. And what is with the shirt?”
“To the point as always Foxy huh? July, get into the chair, I can always clean the wounds while I answer for you.”
“To answer your question Foxy, I had a scarification done on both breasts.”
“Scarification?”
“Frank had her tits skinned alive, Kitten. Damn, what did you do to piss him off that much?”
“Ha Ha. You are so funny.”
“Skinned alive?”
“I'll explain, Kathrine, as I can see Foxy wants to joke around and July will not be able to. Scarification is a form of body art where part of the skin is removed to have the body form scar tissue in a desired form. Come here, July remove your shirt and put the gag in your mouth. July had stripes of skin from both her breasts removed to form the pattern of a flower on each one. What I will now shortly do, is to remove the scabs that have formed, and after cleaning everything, I will have to put some irritant on the wound to make the growing scars more prominent.”
“Wont that be painful?”
“Ohh it will hurt like hell, Kitten, like literally just as bad as when she first had the skin stripped away bad, as Frank will have to reopen all the natural protection that the body has built up since the last removal. And July will not only have to endure it for a week or so, but to get the best results, the wounds need to be open for as long as possible. I am speaking about one or more months, depending on how large the stripped areas are.”
“Foxy is right, and that is not even the worst part. Frank will use hydrogen peroxide to clean the wounds to lightly damage the tissue, and slow the healing. The only good part is that after the burn dims down, the wound will not be as painful, but still, it was not something I chose lightly to do.”
“Ok July, enough with the stalling, do you want me to bind you to the chair?”
“I think that would be better, less chance to lash out in pain.”
“Ok, give me your hand. Kat, could you please take some photos with the camera while I work on her? It was not planned, but will be nice to have as a memento.”
“Sure, no problem.”
While Kat went to get her camera, Frank strapped July, who had removed her shirt, to the chair and was preparing the stuff he needed to clean her. Foxy meanwhile tried to guess the end motive on July's tits, without being in the way.
As Kathrine returned, she saw Foxy by the wall, looking interested, Frank to the side, putting on some gloves and July sitting in the chair. She had her top off, her hands and feet shackled to the chair and a bitegag in her mouth. Her eyes shone with a terrified and resigned look.
Her tits on the other hand were a mix of bloody scrabs, half open wounds and bruised looking flesh. It locked like a torture victim from a videogame.
Stepping near to get a better look, Kat could not make out the picture, but did take a photo.
“Ok Kat. Please step aside to let me work. I don't want to make it worse than it already will be.”
“Yes Frank. Can you explain while you work or will that be too much?”
“Na, I think it will at least give her some distraction from the torturous procedure."
“That can you say again Frank. Kitten, for your information, what he will do to her is also done in hospitals, at least part of it, for burn victims, and they are heavily medicated and unconscious at the time. July will feel every single moment of it, not just five or six times but dozens of times.”
Kat went pale after hearing this. She decided at that point to never want a scarification in her life.
“Ok July, take a deep breath, I am starting now.”
And with a deep moan from the already pale July, Frank began to work.
First, he took some soft tissue and after adding a clear cleaning fluid, he carefully started to clean his wife's breasts. With slow and soft motions he removed the dried blood piece by piece, while Kat could see him giving his best not to aggravate her wounded flesh.
After all he could remove from the skin was cleaned away and Kat had taken a picture from over his shoulder, Frank started to soften the scrubs over the removed skin. He methodically worked to clear July's breasts, using some small medical tongs to pull off the softened tissue.
July meanwhile left out soft moans from the pain, but did not scream once.
“Nearly done love, all is clean just the peroxide and you can rest for a bit.”
He got a groan in response.
After he carefully wiped her breasts with the liquid, he waited a few seconds, while July let out a horse moan from the sensation, before he poured clean water over the open wounds and wiped her dry.
“And done. You have done well. Here, let me free you and you can rest a bit.”
Only getting a long groan from his wife, Frank started to clean up his equipment, while Kat stored away her camera.
Finally being able to look at the motive, Foxy went over to July, still in the chair, and was soon joined by Kat who was too focused with the pictures than to properly look at the mangled flesh.
July had on both her tits large areas of skin removed, in a way that it formed the pattern of a flower spanning each breast. The motive was done in a tribal style, and when healed would cover both breasts with an intricate looking flower motive.
The area where the skin was removed looked red and raw, and July was covered in sweat but was also slowly calming down.
It took a few minutes before July was ready to talk again, but she left her top free, to let her breasts have more air.
“Shit, that hurts like a bitch.”
“July! I do not believe it, you swear?”
“Shut it Foxy. You would also swear when you have your tits skinned.”
“No thanks. My kitten has too much fun playing with them to let me get something like that done.”
Kathrine, saw a chance to prank her friend, looked at her tits with a calculating look and replied.
“I don't know Foxy… Think some nice scratch marks on the outside of one of them could look good? What do you think, July?”
“Oh? Like you were a bit wild and Foxy had to live with the reminder to always cut your claws? Yeah, I can see that.”
“Ha Ha, very funny, Kitten. Want me to think about something for you too?”
"I'm good!"
“That is what I thought. So July, what led you to that choice? I mean, that is a hefty mod to have done, even on just one breast, not to mention both at the same time?”
“A bet.”
“What?”
“What do you mean a bet?”
“I got my tits sliced into ribbons because of a bet. That is what I said, Kat, Meredith.”
“Can you please explain in a bit more detail? I am confused,” Kat said.
“Same as the cat but not as polite,” Foxy added.
“Hey!”
“Calm down, and Foxy, stop teasing your cat, or she will one day scratch you,” July replied.
“Fine, but you better explain.”
“Ok, Ok. Might even distract me from the burning. So, you both know that I am into bodymods right?”
“I thought something like that, yeah.”
“Well duh. It's obvious that you are.”
“Watch your tongue Foxy, or I will find someone to nail it down someday.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Shut up. And maybe someday. Now, I have seen some scarification a few years ago for the first time, and was fascinated by it, but could never bring myself to get some done, even if I wanted.”
“Why?” Kay asked.
“Easy, Kat, it hurts like hell, when you are skinned the first time, and the healing is said to be worse from what I could find. And I can tell you from my case, it is true.”
“And where comes the bet into play?”
“That was your fault to be honest.”
“What? I didn't do anything, right, Foxy?”
“What about the shock dildo that you sewed into me and used as an alarm?” Foxy pointed out.
“Hey, I paid for that one.”
“True…”
“Ha Ha, I can see why you two get along,” July said, “but back to the bet, yes Kat, it was your fault. You asked my husband about what Lukas mentioned, and he ringed my lips shut. But the superglue was Foxy's doing to be fair. Back to the topic of the bet, I never could bring myself to go through with the scarification, and at some point, Frank had enough. I was planning and talking a lot about it, but every time that he asked about an appointment, I chickened out. And after one too many times he had enough and proposed a bet. It was the day after he sealed my mouth, that he sat me down and told me he had enough of my indecision, and I would choose, if I wanted or not.”
“Yep,” Frank chipped in, “I told her, that if she manages with the sealed mouth to last two weeks, I would make sure that she goes through with the entire scarification process and when she is healed, I would take her to a nude beach to show off her tits.”
“Do I want to know what he would have let you get if you lost?”
“Brandings on my ass and lower back. I still don't know if that would have been better or worse, but the beach trip is planned now.”
“Nice one, Frank!”
“Thanks Foxy.”
“Are you really ok with this?” Kat asked, "I mean, it can be said he forced you to get the scarification…”
“Principally you are right Kathrine, but in this case, it is not him coercing me into something, but he is giving me an excuse to think that it is not my choice, when in reality it is my decision, what, where and how I get it done. I had already the designs for both pieces done, and even the artists selected. I was just telling myself that I was not ready and all he gave me was the illusion of pressure. The fact that it was a fun challenge is an extra.”
“Oh. like at the convention, where I let Foxy decide on my first piercing, because I thought I could not decide yet?”
“Foxy?” July asked.
“Yeah, same situation. But hey, what was the alternative for you, July?”
“Like I said, brandings on my ass and back.”
“No, I mean the motive?”
“Oh, that. I think I let that be a surprise for the future. But while I was butchered, how did the shooting go?”
“Well…”
“Ohh, you two will not believe what happened, and I would even bet on it.”
“What are the stakes?”
“July, do you have an addiction to betting? I mean, you are still healing from our last bet… But to be fair, I want to know as well what happened.”
“Have an idea, Kitten?”
“Dont pull me into this new mess. You wanted to tell them, now you do it.”
“Well, I have an idea. Hey Frank…"
With that, Foxy went over to Frank, and started whispering into his ear.
“Do you still have that request from the beauty salon for someone to get all their hair other than the eyebrows and on the head removed as a commercial shooting, where the model was missing?”
Nodding slightly his head in response, Frank asked.
“Yeah, I think so, why?”
“Well, I was thinking, we could sacrifice the housecat for that one, and the outcome of the bet would be if I have to sacrifice too, or if the kitten receives some extra reimbursement from you two.”
Returning back to sit next to Kat, as they had all wandered to the couches, Foxy sent Kathrine a mischievous look.
“I was thinking of betting Kitten’s body, and if I win, she gets something extra from both of you. If I lose, I have to bleed for it. Deal?”
“I am fine with that, as long as Kathrine agrees.”
“What?”
“Foxy, what did you say to him?”
Leaning over, Foxy whispered into Kat's ear, to prevent Frank from hearing.
“Relax, just agree at first, and you can always change your mind later. But as it stands, you will get something very expensive for free in either case.”
“I only agree if you bleed in either case. You are betting my body after all.”
“Fine, but let's plan later what I have to do.”
"Ready, you two?" July asked.
“Yeah, even if I don't know what Foxy has planned. Again,” Kat replied.
“Yeah, we are good,” Foxy agreed, “but a slight change on her demand, I have to bleed in both cases as I bet her body. She can also decline if it is too extreme for her. Is that ok with you two?”
“Fine with me, Frank?” July asked.
“I can live with that,” Frank replied.
“Nice. Now, come what do you think happened at the shooting.”
“Well, as I have not gotten any complaints about Kathrine, it can't be too bad. I think you are just pulling our leg, again, and nothing happened. Frank, what do you think?”
“I think, the original model was a no show, and Kat and the replacement got along so well, that they ended up inviting you, and the two of you ganged up on Kat and had her use her scratchpost.”
Foxy, hearing those guesses, burst into loud laughter, while Kat looked mortified about the suggestion. Her face got even darker red, as she remembered that this was a valid suggestion after her first shooting with Foxy, where she ended up in the same bed as her.
Finally a still snickering Foxy answered. “Nope, it was even better. How about it, Kitten, do you want to confess, or should I?”
“Please just kill me…” Kat moaned.
“Nah… Where is the fun in that?”
“Come on, Foxy. Spill!” July demanded.
“Fine, but I say it again, you won't believe it without the pictures as proof. My poor kitten here got her pussy sewn shut and had to stay like that for two days because she was drunk.”
All she got for that statement, was a long groan from Kat next to her, and blank looks from Frank and July.
“I have so many questions, but if you can prove that, after you explain in much more detail, I'd say you won our bet. What do you think, July?”
“How? How the hell did you pull that story from your hat? If true, you win by a mile.”
“Well, that was really funny, and I was only there for parts of it. As far as I was told, the scene was to have a model have her pussy sewn shut for a photo session, before the stitches were to be removed, while Kat here takes pictures right?”
“Yeah, as far as I know that was the session. How the hell did Kat end up closed for two days?”
“The model the client hired was Megan…”
“Uhh.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, she tried to pull one of her tricks again. Sent her niece, knowing she did not fit the requirements, and later tried to extort a much higher payout from the client. They did not take that well, and from what Susan said later that day, they blacklisted her completely.”
“Uff. Yeah I can totally see her do something like that. Nice to know we will not be the only ones not working with her anymore. And how did Kat fit into that mess?”
“Well, our little trouble maker here…”
“Hey!”
“…deceidet to offer to act as the model, and after calling me for advice about the needed paperwork, switched places with Alice, and let herself be sewn shut.”
“Well, respect Kat where it is due. But how the hell did you end up closed for two days?”
“Ohh, it gets better…”
“Foxy, noooo!”
“Foxy yes. See, she still had a pair of ben-wa balls inside her when she sat down on the chair, and after the conclusion of the scene, asked to spend some time shut, before being opened up again.”
“I see, our Kat got herself in trouble again.”
“You are one to talk, July. Do you want me to talk about the time you could not close your legs?”
“I’ll be quiet and let Foxy continue.”
“Please not.”
“Shush, Kitten. So, she spent some time closed up, before she got the idea to ask Susan if they should go to a bar and invite me to come with them, while still sewn shut, without informing me. The plan originally was to return to the studio afterwards, to open her up again, but because Kat here does not hold her liquor at all, she ended up asleep, and I took her home without knowing about her status. Imagine my surprise the next morning when a half naked Kat comes into the kitchen, asking what to do when you are unexpectedly sewn shut and needing to go to the bathroom.”
“Ohhh, ha ha ha. I can already see it.”
“Really Kathrine, I know cats are said to be reckless and curious, but you really take it to the next level.”
“Please just let me die in peace?”
“Nope, I will make sure you stay alive to give me even more ammunition in the future.”
Giving up, Kat let her head hang low and instead started to think about a proper way to get her revenge for the teasing.
“Well, now that we have that out of the way, the original reason why I came in in the first place was because of the appointment tomorrow.”
“Right, you wanted to take Kathrine to the leatherworker, and offered to take July along. I have nothing against them being gone tomorrow, do you have anything to add July?”
“No, I just need to know when we will meet.”
“The appointment is set for our arrival of about two, and we need some three hours to drive there. I would say we meet at 10:30 at our place, and drive from there. That way we have all enough time to get ready in the morning, and have enough time to even have a snack on the way.”
“Oh, right. I still get to choose what you will wear tomorrow. Thanks for reminding me Foxy.”
“Shit. Come on, Kitten, that was just harmless fun…”
The rest of the morning was spent with Foxy trying to coax Kat into promising not to be too mean to her, without spilling the beans to their two Friends about what she had committed to, while they enjoyed the show. Kahrine meanwhile was having fun with teasing her without admitting she had no idea what to do, and instead just teased her in return.
Foxy finally left later that morning, and the studio could go back to their regular work, and while July left her tits uncovered Kat spent most of her time working on some pictures that Frank gave her from another job.
It was after lunch, when Frank called Kat into his office. Not knowing why and thinking he maybe wanted to give her another assignment, Kat was surprised when he gave her a serious look.
“Thanks for coming, Kathrine, have a seat.”
“Uhmm, Ok.”
“You have no idea why I called you into my office right?”
"Yeah."
“Well, there is a problem with your actions on the last shooting. I know you just wanted to help, but that left me with some potential legal problems.”
“What, why? I did what Foxy told me and got the contract and everything.”
“Yeah, well, you got the contract with the magazine, but you work for us, and your role was that of the photographer, not the model. To act as a model requires much more paperwork and a few other things. If something happened to you, I would be in trouble as your employer.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if something went wrong, and you got an infection after the scene, I would be liable for the costs, not to mention, what would happen, if you got something worse? What would happen if you caught something like HIV, because the supplies were not properly cleaned, or what would happen if you had HIV, and gave it to Susan? I could go to prison in the worst case for me.”
“Ohh, I never thought about that. What do I do now? I don't want to lose my job, and you are all so nice, and it is so interesting…”
“Calm down Kat.”
“But, but, but…”
“There is an easy fix for the problem. Well not really easy, it would take some work, and some sacrifice from you, but there is a way.”
“Huh? What would I have to do?”
“Well, you would have to register as one of our potential models.”
“What does that mean, and what did you mean by sacrifice?”
“Well, you would have to sacrifice a bit of your dignity, and have a complete examination by a legitimate doctor, to make sure you have no disease and are currently fit. It would also need to be repeated every few years, to make sure you can't infect others.”
“Ohh. Would my insurance cover it?”
“I will have to cover it as your employer.”
“Sorry for that.”
“Meh, don't sweat it, I will make it back with you as a model.”
“What would that mean for me? I like my job here…”
“Well for starters, it would mean better insurance for you, as you would be in the company plan. It would also mean, we can call you and offer you jobs as a model, if you are interested that is, that you can accept or decline it your will. I know you are not interested in some things from what you told us, but I can tell from your actions that you at least consider some other things.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, from past conversations, I can tell that you are not interested in impact play, but you can hold extreme bondage positions for a considerable amount of time. I would also guess that while you are ok with needleplay, you don't want to participate in a scarification. Right so far?”
“Yeah, that fits.”
“It would also mean that you get a monthly bonus, as you will be on retainer as a model for us, not much, but hey, a rise is a rise.”
“Is it that important to have a model on retainer?”
“Not really, we have a few people we know we can offer jobs to, but if you are on that list, we can give you the offer first, and don't have to look elsewhere for someone.”
“Is this conversation some kind of prank?”
“Yeah, I wanted to scare you a bit, before offering you the role. Nothing would change for you, other than that we will offer you a role as the model from time to time, instead of just having you act as the photographer. It is also a nice opportunity to give you a raise without you having a chance to feel guilty about it or think it is charity. Now, what do you say, are you interested?”
“I can always say no, if I have a problem with the offer?”
“Yep, no strings attached, it will just be offered, and I will discard everything that is on your blacklist.”
“Then I am interested. What do we have to do?”
“Well, first we need to look for your limits, things you would do, things you are hesitant about and things that are a no go, you know the ample system in those trashy BDSM novels?”
“Yeah, I never liked it when I read about it. It always gets ignored, or the characters argue about everything till the things on the hard limit side are done. I can't understand why Foxy had me read that in the first place.”
“I think she wanted to give you an overview of what BDSM can entail, but chose crappy examples. And I agree with you, the system used in those books is just for show. Normally, if such a system is used, the limits are clear boundaries, and are followed like laws, even if both parties in a scene want to change the content. I can give you many examples, why that is a dumb idea, and many more unwritten rules and arguments, but it can be summarized as planning a scene in advance and following that plan, even as the hormones are high at the moment, there is always an after. It means that what sounded as a good idea in the moment, you will regret it later and the needed trust between all participants will be if not broken then cracked.”
“That I can understand. So when you say I need limits, you mean, like don't take jobs with branding, and you don't offer me any, other than if I change my official list?”
“Yes. You can change it every time, but I would say wait at least a week and confirm, if you want to remove something from the hard limit list. That way, you have time to think about your choice and don't regret it. For me, it would mean, I just have to not offer those roles to you.”
“Makes sense.”
“Next would be your soft limits. That will be the most difficult for me, as I have to coordinate between you and a client to have you both satisfied.”
“Can you give me an example?”
“Sure. Say your limit is, that you will only let Foxy fuck you with a dildo. I would have to make sure that if you get an offer to have pictures taken of you in a sexy position while someone stuffs a giant dildo into your ass, that person would be Foxy. I would need to clear with the client that Foxy fits the criteria for the role, Foxy agrees to be in the shooting, and you are able and willing to take part in it, while also making sure everybody at the set follows your agreed upon rules. See, where I would have to do much more?”
“Yeah, sounds like a lot.”
“It is, which is why the last list, those things you are ok with would be easier for me, as I can give those jobs to you without as much coordination beforehand, and you can say yes or no without as much potential wasted time, as you can always decline every contract, even if I spent a month to make sure your soft limits are followed without even knowing if you take the contract in the first place.”
“I can see what you mean. Do I need to make the lists now?”
“No. That will take time, as you will want to change things around a lot from what I see. I will give you a list with past contracts to give you an overview, and you can decide from there in the coming month. What we need to do now is the paperwork and the doctor's appointment for you to make sure you are clean.”
They spent the time till Foxy came back to get Kat with the paperwork and Katherine's questions about old sessions.
As she and Foxy were laying down on the couch after dinner and just watching crap on the tv, Kat had a thought.
“Hey Foxy?”
“Yes, Kitten.”
“You said that for every hour that I could withstand the pressure the other day, you would add pieces to each tit, and later said that it was twelve pieces right?”
“Yeah, I remember that, why?”
“Do you have to take all those things or…”
“What, I can't understand you when you mumble like that.”
“Can I try it as well?”
“Well, did you get the taste for that kind of fun or are you just the curious little kitten that I let into my home?”
“I, uhmm…”
“Dont worry, Kitten. I have nothing against you trying new things, and I will help you, but I don't think tomorrow would be a good idea, as you will be away from home for a good bit of time, and you will not have the opportunity to remove the invaders. And I really did not expect for you to last that long in the first place. Twelve per tit will even for me be a heavy load. I was expecting more like four to six to be honest.”
“Ohh. If it is too much, I have nothing against you taking less.”
“Nah, a bet is a bet. I will tell you if it is too much. Did you at least look at what you will have to choose from?”
“No, I wanted to do it with you there to explain to me if I don't understand something.”
“It's ok, we have tomorrow all morning.”
The rest of the evening was spent just enjoying each other before they went to bed. The next day would be an adventure for both of them.