The Beautiful Kind

After the needles were taken out, The Belle produced a sinister looking tool from her briefcase of medical instruments.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked warily.

“It’s a Wartenberg Wheel,” she said. This prickly little bastard is also known (at least in our warped little social circle) as the pinwheel, the Wehrenberg Wheel, the Nurumberg Wheel, the neuro wheel, and The Nazi Toy. My fav term for it is “people cutter,” as in “pizza cutter.” I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a plastic version of it in my daughter’s Play-Doh set.

“I don’t want any part of that!” I lied. It’s fun to be coy.

“Oh yes you do,” The Beau said with authority, and he and The Belle pinned me down forcefully to the table and had their way with me. I was no match for my two Doms - I felt like a mustang being broken - I bucked, I struggled, I probably even whinnied. The Beau grabbed me by my hair as The Belle made tiny red angry teethmarks all over my pale back and sides with the glinting tool.

I felt so lucky and alive.