Laysan: Keys

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It's my birthday. I'm sad though, because Paty has to go off to a conference overseas for two weeks for work. The women from the BC will take care of me, but I'm going to miss her a lot. For some reason, I feel a lot of anxiety about this trip.

The past two months, on the other hand, have been, perhaps, the happiest of my entire life. After I started to talk again and had forgiven Paty and Gardner for flogging me, it seems that there was a shift in my perspective. I must have let go of some sort of resistance regarding my place in the world. I am a lesbian, bondage, love slave, after all, and I began to embrace all aspects of the roll.

Laysan: Scar Tissue

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I revived quickly when we arrived home and I saw the two gifts waiting for Paty. I was excited to find out what Gardner had made Paty as my present.

Paty and I were waiting for Gardner to come out of the bathroom. Paty sat me in a chair and held up a finger as if to say that I should wait. She left the room briefly and when she returned she had a small electronic device of some kind which she set on a shelf and fiddled with.

I jumped suddenly when I heard a quiet pop. Slowly, Paty's voice amplified centered inside my head.

"Can you hear me, Laysan?" she asked as she spoke in the direction of the device. I smiled. She had a microphone. "Can you hear me?" she asked again.

Laysan: Gathering of the Benedetta Carlini

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For Paty's birthday the BC was throwing a big party for her in the Benedetta Carlini room. Gardner came over to get me ready to go to the party.

"As always, Gardner, you are so beautiful. Oh, Cool!" I exclaimed as she arrived. "Is this my gift to Paty? Two boxes?"

"This one is your gift. You're going to love how it turned out. Uh-uh! No touch!" Gardner playfully smacked at my hand. "This other box contains my gift to her."

"Neat! What is it?" I asked.

"Something for you to wear tonight," Gardner smiled.

Laysan: Rules pt. 2

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Ever since our mountain trip, Paty had set up a constant stream of people to come and visit me in her mansion. Someone came almost every day and I would help them by doing whatever menial tasks in their field of study that I could. Paty was still working long hours, but I was happy to have the companionship of the various women of the BC.

I wore my forever collar, bracers, and chains almost constantly. I even slept and bathed in them. Other than that I continued to wear nothing else most of the time. So, even though the women of the BC never commanded me to do anything in particular or treated me as a servant or slave, still there was a sense, at least in my own head, that if they had asked me to serve them, I would out of deference to our positions. And, quite frankly, I reveled in the idea of being a slave. Particularly, Paty's slave.

Laysan: Rules pt. 1

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A week and a half later, I was sitting in the utility room leading to the garage waiting for Paty to finish running around the mansion preparing for our long weekend in the mountains. The past few days had been nice with my re-found freedoms. I wasted the time in the most wonderful ways. For example, I'd had several long baths. One day I lazed around on the couch eating popcorn until I became ill. I cranked the stereo and pranced around the halls naked singing at the top of my lungs. I even spent a messy afternoon trying to cook my favorite Asian dish with decidedly mixed results.

Each morning, I woke up later and later. Since I am no longer in need of handlers, Petrel installed a new app on my tablet computer that allows me to lower my cage from above the lights on my own as long as I am in a prescribed time window. Whenever I raise or lower my cage, a message is sent out to a number of people.

Each day, it seems, I found myself lounging around in my cage longer and longer before climbing out. I even started to climb in a raise myself back up before Paty came home in the evening to read and rest. It just felt more comfortable, I guess. Safe.

Laysan: Surveil

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I felt the most awesome sense of contentment when I awoke. Some deliciously heavy blanket was laying on top of me. It felt like something that would get draped across you when you are getting x-rays in the hospital, but softer and more flexible. I was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to open my eyes. I scrunched up into a ball, flexing the sleep from my muscles, then I began to stretch my arms up and point my toes.

A tremendous yawn erupted from within me, but it was arrested suddenly when I realized how awesome a yawn it was. I had not been able to really yawn for a month. Sure. I yawned, but they were always sad stunted yawns with air whistling through the air spaces in my gag. They were hardly satisfying.

My gag was gone!

Novel: In Paradise and Chains

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I was awoken every morning at the same time. I was bathed, shaved, and shampooed the same way every morning. I was fed my five liquid meals at the same time every day. I even started to pee and poop at the same times. That made it easier for my handlers to deal with me.

The Laysan Flower Cage

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The rest of the day seemed to revolve around figuring out how to take care of me for the next month. Apparently, Paty planned to have someone watching me all day every day. She explained to me that she wanted to make sure that I was always safe. Also, she said that she didn't want me to get bored or listless. My "experiment" was meant to be a quest of discovery. She did not want me to feel left out or simply invisible.

And so, during the rest of the day, a number of Paty's special friends stopped by to see me in my chains and to commit to spend some time with me over the next month during times when Paty would be busy otherwise. Alba, Corwin, and another friend, 2'Ahlay, seemed to be in charge of standardizing rules and best practices for handling my daily affairs.

The Presentation of Restraints

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Alba dragged me through the house to the library where Paty, McNear, and Corwin were sitting. I suddenly felt very shy and became quite aware of my nudity. After a quick smile at Paty, I found myself looking down at the design of the rug. Alba still had a firm hold on my hand.

"Here is our pretty slave!" Alba announced. "We had a discussion, via the computer of course... Laysan told me that she has decided to wear the gag for one month. Right, Laysan?"

Terms

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Alba aroused me from the cage the next morning. She removed my blindfold and unlocked the heavy chains from my limbs.

"Pretty, little slave," she teased, "how was your sleep?"

I shrugged. I was uncertain how to feel about her apparent enthusiasm surrounding my gagging. I was wary of what she was up to. I wanted to see Paty. Alba allowed me a little time in the bathroom and then led me to a table where she had set up a laptop.

"Before we join the others, I want to talk to you about your gag. Don't worry... We'll take it out. We all love your voice and the magical things that you can do with your tongue. But first, we need to discuss some terms."

Arousal and the Locks Paradox

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Arousal and the Locks Paradox

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Though it was somewhere deep in the middle of the night and my world was dark and silent, sleep refused to find me. Certainly, I calmed after a while, resigned within my cage and shackles, mute and blind.

Paty would not make me wear this gag for the rest of my life. No way.

Piano, Chapter 3

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I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."

It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"

My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.

"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."

"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"

"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."

Piano, Chapter 2

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I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."

I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.

Piano, Chapter 1

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Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.

It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.

I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.

The Crystalline Insert

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Sandalwood is another of the many friends that Paty and I entertain regularly. Actually, when she visits she always seems to spend a majority of her time with me instead of Paty. I think that she is jealous of my unique position. I think that she secretly loves me.

I like her a lot too. We always laugh and laugh whenever she visits. She is very pretty - I'd almost say that she is cursed by her beauty. She is fairly short and small-boned but she has an abnormally large set of boobs. They are not the biggest you have ever seen, but due to her small body size they just seem to stand out. I don't consider myself to be particularly infatuated by another woman's boobs, but there is something about Sandy's that make it hard to focus on anything else no matter what your gender or sexual orientation. When you talk to her you have to have a constant thread of thought that reminds you to look her in the eye and disregard the overwhelming desire to stare at her chest.

I think that they caused her a lot of trouble when she was young and trying to discover how she fit in the world. I think that she has been abused before. Generally, she is quiet and seems to try to hide in the crowd. But, with Paty and me she lets down her guard and blossoms. With us she is a total sex-kitten. She sops up our affections like a lonely, dry sponge.

Sometimes she is practically insatiable.

Soul Teeth, Chapter 5

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The next thing that I knew I was being shaken.

"No! I'm tired! Leave me the fuck alone." I felt like I was being pulled from the deepest, most dreamless sleep. Perhaps it was death itself. I tried to roll away from my tormentor and wrap the death back around me.

"Come on, Laysan. Wake up, sweetie."

Soul Teeth, Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

A constant splattering of rain fell as Paty drove us through the darkness of the city a week and a half later at 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night to the dentist's office to have my teeth yanked out. The wipers swished and clacked across the windshield. I stared at the drops of water and the way the street lights illuminated them.

"Don't be so morose, Laysan. It'll be over soon." Paty was trying to calm me.

Soul Teeth, Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

"You are just a ten percenter, Laysan!"

"No, I'm not!"

Not all of Paty's special friends treat me with the disrespect which McNear shows. In particular, I really like Miss Alba. Well, I usually really like her, except today she seemed intent on pissing me off.

Soul Teeth, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Paty awoke me from a fitful sleep. My limbs were knotted in agony and my jaw ached so badly that the pain emanated all the way down to my chest. She reached through the bars of my cage and unbuckled the gag that had held my mouth open for the last few hours.

"Oh, my poor baby," she said.

"Uck you!" I whimpered as I tried to make my jaws work again.

"I'm so sorry, Laysan! I had no idea that McNear left you like this..."

Soul Teeth - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"I want to sleep with you."