The Consecration of Livia
The Consecration of Livia - Part 3
Morning came with pale light filtering through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Livia woke wrapped in a thin sheet, her body still bearing the marks of the night before—soft bruises on her wrists and thighs, the sensitive skin where the leather collar had rested. The chastity belt felt heavier now, as if it had absorbed the weight of her surrender. Mariana was already on her feet, immaculate in a black silk robe that contrasted with her pale skin, her hair pulled back in a severe bun that highlighted the hard line of her jaw.
“Finally awake,” Mariana said, not looking at Livia as she fiddled with something on the dresser. Her voice was a steely edge wrapped in velvet, and Livia felt a shiver run down her spine. She sat down on the couch, the sheet sliding away to reveal her now more delicate shoulders, the result of weeks of hormones. Mariana turned, holding a tray with a syringe, a vial of clear liquid, and a pair of black latex gloves.
"Come here," she ordered, pointing to a chair beside the dresser. Livia hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on the syringe, but Mariana's steady gaze made her obey. She stood, her belt jingling slightly, and walked to the chair, sitting down cross-legged on instinct. Mariana put on her gloves with a deliberate snap, the sound echoing in the room like a warning.
“This will speed things up,” Mariana explained, filling the syringe with the liquid from the vial. “You’re already changing, but I want more. Fuller breasts, more defined curves. You’re going to be irresistible.” She held Livia’s arm firmly, cleaning the skin with an alcohol swab before positioning the needle. Livia closed her eyes, feeling the sharp sting followed by the warmth that spread beneath her skin. It was a ritual, she knew—each injection, each command, was Mariana molding her, sculpting her like living clay.
When she was finished, Mariana discarded the syringe and stepped back, studying Lívia like an artist studying his work. “Now, the next step,” she said, reaching into the corner of the dresser for a velvet case. She opened it to reveal a collection of silver instruments—piercing needles, shiny hoops, and a small bottle of antiseptic. “We’re going to adorn you today. Something that will show everyone that you’re mine.”
Lívia's eyes widened, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Where?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mariana leaned forward, brushing her lips against Lívia's ear. "Your nipples, to start. Then maybe here," she said, sliding a finger down Lívia's belly to the edge of the chastity belt. "But that's for when I decide to release you... if I decide to." Her tone was teasing, almost playful, but filled with a dark promise.
Without waiting for a response, Mariana began the process. She cleaned Livia’s nipples with the antiseptic, the cold liquid making her shiver. Then, with surgical precision, she pierced the first one, sliding a silver ring through the sensitive skin. Livia bit her lip, stifling a scream as tears welled up in her eyes. Mariana repeated the process on the other side, her hands steady and unmoved by Livia’s tremors. When she was finished, the rings glistened against Livia’s pink skin, each movement of Livia’s making them jingle softly.
“Look at yourself,” Mariana said, pulling her toward a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Lívia did as she was told, and the reflection took her breath away. The blond wig framed a softer face, almost unrecognizable as Lucas’s. The leather collar, the nipple rings, the chastity belt—it all screamed submission, but there was a strange beauty to it, a perfection she couldn’t deny. Mariana stood beside her in the reflection, her eyes sparkling with pride.
"You're almost ready," Mariana murmured, placing her hands on Lívia's shoulders. "But there's still something missing. Tonight, I'm going to take you to a special place. A club where people like me show off their creations. You'll be the center of attention, Lívia. And I want everyone to know that you're mine."
Lívia felt a knot in her stomach, a mixture of fear and excitement. She didn't know what awaited her, but one thing was certain: under Mariana's command, each new step took her further away from who she had been and plunged her even deeper into her consecration.