Micco^^^

September 8, 2017

Back when my grandmother was alive, she often had times when she knew when bad thing were going to happen. She dreamt that my granddad had been injured while he was at war. Even before she got the official word that it was true. She got a bad feeling about the woman that gave birth to me the first time my dad brought her home to meet her. She also knew the exact moment that my granddad had his heart attack and died. Even though he was working at the shop at the time.

I like to think that she left me this gift as well. I knew something bad was happening long before Griffin started to stray. Though I did not realize what the feeling was. Now I have learned to trust my gut.

For most of the day I have felt on edge. Owen was on his way back from a out of town meeting with the woman he is married to. The New York meeting was about mutual company holdings, and Owen had been roped in by Lizza.

Normally she didn't bother with Owen. He played a very little role in her life. Owen found out early this week that her lover, who is ten years her junior, felt she was to old for him and had moved on to someone younger.

Lizza alway took her frustrations out on Owen when ever a lover left her. This time the only differents was when she came to Owen to get her pound of flesh, she found him happier than he had been in years. For some reasons this enraged her even more.

She has doubled her efforts to keep him away from us and unhappy. Owen was having none of that. He had cut his trip short, and was on his way back to us. He sent me a text just before he got on the plain to return to Altanta.

I knew wild horses could not keep him away today. Micco was to come tonight as Josiah guest. It seems that the young man was desperate for friendship. He jumped at being Josiah's friend.

I heard from Jo that the two of them had spent this entire week talking. Well, except for the last two days. Micco has not been heard from at all. Josiah told me that Micco had left him a message about something he needed to do.

Josiah was worried that it involves fighting. The fight club Micco was in was a under ground club. Most of these groups were more like gangs. There was only one way out. Fight your way out. Many did not survive the existing plan.

I just felt that something was going wrong with Micco. Standing in the vip of the dungeon's keeping a close eye on the back entry way. John stood next to me watching the front door. This way we were sure not to miss Micco's entrance.

Josiah was standing in one of the smaller seating areas. His keep a constant eye out for his new friend. Perry was watching over Jo with worried eyes as he stood by his boy. They have been constantly in each other's company since they meet in my office.

We all divided our attention between the doors as the staff that was setting up the stage for the night show. The entire stage was covered in sterile sheets as well as the low display table. The staff was handling all the sheets and table using sterile gloves the keep down on the germs.

Tonight scene was to be a needle play. The dominant who was to performing was from another BDSM club. He was extremely skilled at needle play. I wanted to showcase dominant's skills from other clubs. This keep up friendly relationship with the other dominants in town who did not come to The Playroom.

To the side of the stage was a white baby grand piano. It had been set up for Micco to play a song to accompany the scene. David Ralston was from a very prestigious family in Altanta. He was the youngest of the sons and knew the band that Micco sang for. Dave had been a dominant for more than five years. His skills in needle play was well known in the lifestyle.

David requested Micco to sing for this scene. I knew Micco would never miss out on a chance to sing. Micco was extremely excited to do this. He could not talk of nothing else, Josiah told me. I couldn't understand why Micco hadn't showed up yet.

As the time passed I became more worked up about Micco. The show would be starting soon. I looked over at Josiah he only shrugged his shoulders and gave a sad look. Perry gathered him in to a deep hug and settled him on his lap getting ready for the show.

With no time left I took John to the couch and settled myself on his lap. All my plans of bringing John another step closer to doing a public scene went out the window. I could only worry about why Micco was not here.

When David lead his baby into the room he look at the empty piano. He looked over to me, all I could was shake my head. I knew this was a disappointment for David. He was looking forward to the effect the song he chose would have on the scene.

David continued as if nothing was out of place. He was a excellent dominant, keeping his focus on the cute little girl walking next to him. As soon as they stepped on the stage the back entrance door opened to reveal Owen.

His face showed his worry that was rolling in his head as he made his way over to me. "Not here yet?" He asked when he was at me side.

"No, nothing." I answered

We looked on as David help his submissive to lay face down on the display table. The table was tilted to give the audience a full view of the young girl's back. There were several marks to indicate where the needles would be placed on the smooth skin of the sub's back.

The door open up again as Micco stumbled through them. Micco made a bee line for the piano not lifting his head to look at anyone. We could tell by looking at him that he had been in a very bad fight.

As the lights dimmed a set of black light came on. The whole stage glowed bightly under the blacks lights. Not only did the stage glow, but the submissive's hair was like a day glow rainbow. Even David's skin looked like he had painted it with glow paint. Micco slipped off his coat to reveal a very bloody neon yellow tank top shrit. He had a pink and black scarf around his neck.

Owen and I were trying our best to assess his injuries from afar. We both were standing as close to the stage as we dared. I did not want to hinder the scene. It took me alot to get David into the new club.

Micco's face was bloody and bruised. As he sat at the piano we could see how badly his knuckles were bleeding. He gave a quick nod to the sound guy and another to David.

I put a hand on Owen arm to stop him from going to Micco. We held our breath as Micco rubbed his ribs on his right side. He look to David to wait for his cue.

David put on a pair of sterile gloves, and took a antibacterial wash to prepare his girl's skin. He washed her back along her spine. He picked up the first of the 25 gage needles. Looking over at Micco, he gave him a slight nod.

Micco began to play and sing with a back ground track accompanied him.

I'm sailing away set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try oh Lord I'll try to carry on

Even though his hands were spreading blood over the keys and his left eye was almost closed he never missed a note.

I look to the sea reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

"Stop it lass!" Owen hissed at me as Micco pulled the mic from the microphone stand at the piano, and struggled to stand. When I took the step to stop him, Micco shook his head no and made his way to the upright mic stand at the end of the piano. I had to respect his wishes.

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
They said come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me

The sound track took over, and Micco leaned his head aginst the mic. I looked to the stage David had his sub's back lined up with about twenty needless in two rows. He pulled out a long hot pink ribbon. Then he began carefully laced the ribbon around the needles as if it were a corset. He tied the ribbon into a pretty bow. He leaned forward and gave his girlfriend/sub a deep kiss.

I did not understand why he was so fascinated with my clothes. We had spent a good hour talking about the in's and out's of corsets. Now I saw why he did this.

Looking back at Micco I could tell that he was close to passing out. I got John's attention. "Go over to The Playground, get Master Justin Reed, he's a doctor. Get Sandy to help you. RUN!" He barely let me finish before he was moving. I just hoped Justin was in The Playground.

Somehow Micco was able to pull his head up and finish the song.

I thought that they were angels but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing, come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me

As the last of the notes of the music faded away. David began taking out the needles and dropping them into a sharps container. He gently removed the small drops of blood from the sub's back with a new clean cloth.

Micco suddenly dropped to one knee. Owen and I rushed to him as he began to cough up blood. We held him up and tried our best to reassure him that the doctor was close.

"Just hold on for a little longer puppet." Owen cooed near Micco's ear.

Soon Justin was with us on the floor of the dungeon. David had taken his girl off to the private room he had for the night to do the after care. John had grabbed some of the towels from the stage as well a new pair of clean gloves for Justin.

"We need to move him somewhere more private so I can check out his injuries" Justin announced.

"Let's take him to my office." I answered. "It's the closest place.

I had no idea how bad this was going to be, but one look at Owen's face to know that it would never happen again. He had a raw look of determination in his eyes.

With out a doubt Micco Cheif was about to become Owen Lackart's puppet.