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Archive-name: Fantasy/arieled2.txt

Archive-author: The Horseman

Archive-title: Ariel's Continuing Education

	Usual disclaimers apply;  this story has Disney characters engaging in

S&M and sex, hit 'n' now if you can't take the idea, you can copy this if

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	It had been one week since Ariel had been introduced to the role Eric

wanted her to play, below, in the dungeon below the royal bedroom.  And she

had waited eagerly.  Eric had not inclined or willing to take her there a

second time.  She had insisted on wearing her collar for long periods of time,

even walking on the beach near the castle wearing it.  She had not seen

Flounder, but she had seen Sebastian.  She had thought he might be angry at

her, perhaps hold her in lower esteem, but he seemed as friendly as ever.

Grimbsy as well had been his usual friendly but reserved self, never letting

on from his behavior that he had seen her bound and kneeling on the floor of

Eric's dungeon.  Only the leather collar which she wore constantly told her

that the scene in the dungeon had ever happened at all.

	Eric was in the bedroom when she got back from her walk along the

beach.  She wondered why she had not seen Flounder, nor her father, nor in fact

anyone who had not been in some way involved with the events in the dungeon. 

He was sitting on a velvet chair in the bedroom, smiling in the same way he

had smiled at her down below.

	"Morning," he said, and she recognized the tone in his voice.  Yes, it

was time.

	"It's good that you already have your collar on," he said.  Ariel's

hand crept to the leather collar around her neck, playing briefly with the 

ring embedded in the front of it.  He arose, embraced her, and took her hands.

As he kissed her she felt him secure cold metal cuffs around her wrists, and

when he broke the kiss and moved away from her, her wrists were firmly but

comfortably locked together.

	He snapped a leash onto the front ring of Ariel's collar.  Then he

opened the hidden door within the royal bedchamber and led her down into the

dungeon.  The door at the bottom slammed shut and locked.  Ariel jumped at

the sound.	"Nervous, are you?"

	Ariel bowed her head.  She had tried to think about what he would want

from her, and physical signs of submission seemed to be a good idea.  

	"Somewhat, Master," she said, her clear alto voice the same one that

had serenaded him on the beach two weeks ago.  She wondered what he was going

to do with her.  She had enjoyed the floating experience of last week, but

had no desire to allow Sebastian the crab to punish her in order to get to it.

Her nipples were still sore from the ordeal the crab had inflicted on her as

punishment for the chaotic three days before her marriage to Eric.  

	"I have something special for you," he said.  He undressed her quickly,

letting her wide, long skirt flutter to the floor, removing her blouse and

then carefully removing it one sleeve at a time, unlocking her wrists only

for a short time while he did.  

	Ariel stood naked except for her collar and cuffs, wondering what it

was he had in mind.  He then wordlessly led her over to a long table which

was tilted at a forty-five degree angle.  Eric unlocked her wrists and

gestured to it.

	"Get on that, slave," he said peremptorily.

	Ariel obeyed, wondering if she should speak.  She decided not to. 

Quickly, Eric secured her wrists over her head.  The table was smooth,

polished black stone.  There was a small pillow for her head, which was

somehow attached.  Ariel could feel some of her weight on her wrists, but it

was not enough to hurt.  

	"What are you going to do to me, Master?" she asked curiously.  She

flinched as much as she could after she said it.  Would it anger him?

She realized how defenseless she was, and hoped madly he would not be angry.

	"You'll find out," he grunted, and fastened the leather blindfold

around her eyes.  "Now be silent, and don't move unless you are told to."

	Ariel could not figure out what for the life of her was happening. 

First he covered her legs with something that felt foamy and sticky.  Then she

could feel him sliding something over her legs and crotch.  It was hard and

cold, and she realized with a shock that whatever it was was removing her red

pubic hair.

	"Don't move," he said calmly.  "I mean that, Ariel.  Don't move an

inch.  I don't want to cut you.  That's the maid's fetish.  Bet you didn't

know that when she bathed you."  He chuckled.

	Ariel didn't move, for she did not want to be cut, but inside she was

aghast.  That nice old lady?  The very same one who had bathed her and served

dinner when she had combed her hair with the fork and blown Grimsby's

snarfblatt ash all over him?  She could hardly believe it.  She would never

be able to look at the maid in the same way again.

	Then again, that was precisely what she had thought about Grimsby and

Sebastian the last time.

	"May I speak, Master?" she asked quietly.  She knew she would probably 

be punished somehow for talking, but she had to ask this question.

	"Sure," he said, his voice sounding somehow sarcastic.  "Go ahead and

speak, slave."

	"Is that maid...does anything else?"	He stopped shaving her

for a moment;  he was laughing heartily.  "Good Lord!  What you don't know! 

She's...well..."  He continued laughing.  "Ariel, you really don't mean to

tell me you never...,"  he trailed off, laughing too hard to speak.  When he

had caught his breath again, he continued.

	"Ariel, don't tell me that the mer-people don't have homosexuals and


	Ariel was shocked and flushed a deep red.  Yes, the mer-people had a

small portion of mermen who loved mermen and mermaids who loved other

mermaids.  Triton had regarded them an outrage and officially banned it

throughout the kingdom.  Some of the mer-people who felt this way practiced

their activity in secret.  Others came out openly and protested against

Triton's policies.  This had given rise to a new phrase in mer-speak:

"coming out from under the shell."  Ariel had always wondered just how her

father could enforce such cruel policies against loyal merfolk who were

engaging in acts that didn't hurt anyone else in the privacy of their own

homes, but she had learned that her father was, in some ways, a diehard

old-fashioned hater.  Hater of humans.  Hater of those "out of" and still

"under the shell".  

	Hater of her, now?

	It did not matter;  she had asserted herself and he had, to his credit,

changed.  She had not seen him since her wedding, but that was not out of

hatred towards Eric;  instead, there were great problems in the kingdom under

the sea--the mer-gays were insisting on their rights as loyal subjects, a

financial crisis was looming over the fact that oyster pearls were losing

value swiftly since Eric's kingdom had agreed, at Ariel's request, to begin

phasing out fishing that was not necessary for economic survival.

	"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, freezing and then belatedly

adding "Master."

	"Two reasons," he said, delivering a sharp slap to her thigh for

talking without permission.  "One, you might not have been friendly towards

her if you knew, because I didn't really know you before she gave you a bath.

Two, she regards her preferences as her business.  And I don't really care."

	Ariel wondered if other mer-people would want to emigrate if they

heard of the policies in Eric's realm.

	Eric returned to shaving her, being slow and gentle so as not to cut

her.  As he did, he talked.

	"You see, I run this kingdom fairly.  Whether or not one of my staff

prefers members of their own sex is irrelevant.  As long as she does the job

I ask of her, what she does on her own time is not my concern."

	He had finished shaving her legs and began to concentrate on her

crotch.  He was speaking slower now, his words fading and rising as he worked.

	"That doesn't mean they can do anything they want, now.  I have a law

in this kingdom.  Anything that takes place in private between consenting

adults is legal and exempt from royal censure.  It's only when it involves

real abuse or children that the Kingdom takes an interest."

	Ariel wondered silently just why it was her father could not simply

pass a law like that under the sea and solve the whole problem in a snap.

	Eric was done shaving her.  He rinsed her legs off with water, and

then slid something over her legs.  It was made of leather or something.  

When he laced it up, she discovered it was taut, covered her feet and reached up

to her waist, and had two thick protuberances which invaded her fore and aft. 

She gasped.  

	"Like it?  But wait, there's more!"  He sounded cruelly jovial, and she

could tell that he was walking away.  

	He returned with a heavier garment made of leather.  When he slid this

on, Ariel could not move her legs at all, even though she had tried and

there was little wiggle room in the first restraint.  He had to coat the

first one with oil to slide the second one on.  When it, too, reached up to

her waist, he smiled, pleased with his effort.  Then she felt a waist belt

slide around her middle and lock.

	Eric unlocked her from the table and carried her over to another one,

leaving her hands free.  He placed her on another table.  Suddenly she

realized there was something familiar about this feeling.  Oh no.  The sudden

realization even made her unaware of the double plugs which were pressing

inexorably into her.

	Eric took off the blindfold and let her see herself.  

	She was lying on a table over a pool set into the floor.  Her lower

body was clad in a green leather mermaid fin.  Her legs were completely

encased in it.  She was speechless.  There were even scales hand-embossed into

the leather.  In shock she moved her fingers across them.  She could not even

feel her legs.  There was absolutely no evidence she even had them.

	"Master...please....," she finally managed.  How could he do this? 

Didn't he know what she had gone through?  How could on earth could he do


	"You know your safeword, slave," he said mildly, and looked at her.

When no answer was forthcoming, he stepped on a hidden tripswitch and Ariel

slid into the water.

	"Now, mermaid slave, swim for me."

	Ariel could only beat her fin enough to keep her face out of the water.

The pool was long enough where she could conceivably swim a fair distance.

Why hadn't she seen this before, she wondered?  Then the answer came looking

about her.  This was in a darker section of the dungeon, and she had been

blindfolded for a fair portion of  her last visit here.

	"Do it!"  He stalked away to a cabinet and came back with a long whip.

Ariel tried to stand, but her feet were forced by the leather fin into an

extreme version of the high-heel position and she could not stand in the pool.

Eric flicked the whip and suddenly a fiery handprint came into being on her

back, just above the heavy leather of the fin.

	Ariel began to swim, feeling on the brink of tears.  It was hard 

because the plugs kept interfering with her flipping and she could not swim 

underwater.  She could feel her jaw trembling, and bit the tears back.  She 

did not want to cry.

	As Ariel obeyed her master, swimming back and forth in the pool, she 

felt herself grow wet in front.  The aft one had been well lubricated, and she

felt herself responding to both as they pulled and slid.  Eric paced back and

forth along the pool's edge, striking her occasionally with the whip.  Ariel's

mind began to drift and she let herself respond to the plugs and the whip.  

She only barely heard herself moaning in pleasure.  Eventually, she came.

	She came back into herself, lying next to the pool, wet and dripping.

 She was lying on her back.  Eric was crouched over her, concerned.  

	"Are you all right?" he asked.

	She smiled, feeling the aft plug press harder since she was on her 

back.  "Yes, Master, I'm fine," she said slowly and dreamily.  "Why did you 


	"You slipped in the water and had trouble coming up."  

	Then she noticed that he was also wet and dripping.  "Did you...,"

	"I got you out, yes."

She was comforted by the knowledge that he had done this.  She had given him 

herself, and she was gladdened to know that he would risk himself to save her.

	She felt him sliding the fin off of her and almost cried out to feel 

it leave;  the very fin which not long ago she had been horrified to see.   

Then he crouched over her and stroked her wet red hair away from her brow.

	"Do you want to continue?"

She smiled lazily up at him.  "I didn't safeword, now, did I, Master?"

	A devilish grin spread across his face.  "Very well, then."

	He brought a wooden X-frame over and affixed her wrists and ankles to 

it.  It did not seem to weigh much as he brought it over without a grunt or 

any sign of strain.  After he had done this, he placed Ariel in it in the 


	Ariel was surprised.  The water was warm, and she was not 

uncomfortable, but it was odd.  She was floating almost completely submersed 

in the water except for her head, which was cushioned.  She could observe her 

spread-eagled, nude body under water.  

	She turned and looked at him with her blue eyes, surprise making them 

even bigger than their usual saucer size.  "Master, what are you doing to me?"

	Once he was satisfied that she was safely secured, he leaped out of 

the water and pulled a hidden rope in the shadows.

	"Oh, it's not what _I_'m going to do to you, pretty slave."

	Ariel saw a portion of the pool at the end slide up, revealing a 

hidden panel.  There was a watery tunnel behind it.  And in swam a fish--but 

not just any fish.  It was a young fish, yellow, with blue tiger stripes.

	"Flounder!" she cried, her eyes growing even larger with shock.

	"Glad to know you didn't forget me," Flounder answered with a smirk 

she had never seen on him before.  "Course, things are going to be a little 

different from what they were.  You're not in charge anymore."

	Ariel remembered her ordeal with Sebastian.  "Flounder--please--"

	Flounder swam up boldly between her parted and bound legs.  "Aw, don't

 worry, Ariel.  I'm not gonna hurt you."  

	She tensed against her bonds, but that was useless;  both the bonds 

and the frame were too strong.   Flounder poked out his fishy tongue and began

to poke at her captive labia.  Ariel shrieked.  No one had ever done this to 

her before;  she had never even dreamed of a fish doing it to her.  Eric sat 

at the edge of the pool, grinning.  "Quiet down, slave.  It won't kill you."

	Flounder's lips and tongue pulled hungrily at her center.  Ariel 

realized she was enjoying the sensations despite herself.  It was only the 

idea, she told herself, the idea of doing it with a fish.  And Flounder of 

all fish....

	Ariel took a deep breath.  She could see in Eric's face that he 

wanted her to do this, and she did not want to disappoint him.  Flounder was 

not hurting her, and she was helpless anyway.  So she mustered all her 

self-control and made herself relax and tried to accept it.  

	Flounder was not very skilled at first, but he was a quick learner 

and slowly but surely brought Ariel to a state of passionate excitement.  Yet 

he would not finish the job, instead keeping Ariel dancing just on the edge 

of orgasm.   

	"Please...oh, please....," she begged incoherently.  Flounder grinned 

up at her.

	"I don't know...," he said in his young, high-pitched teenagerfish 

voice.  "You almost got me eaten by sharks....,"

	"I'm sorry,...please, Flounder....,"

	"And you made me be your limousine out to the boat, and got me in 

trouble with your father, and...,"  he pulled away slightly.

	"PLEASE," Ariel gasped, unable to think of better ways to beg.  "I'll 

die if you don't."

	"No, you won't."  The young fish sounded sadistically pleased.

	This torment continued for a few more minutes, Ariel fighting 

uselessly at her bonds and allowing the fish to strike her thighs with his 

(in truth, rather puny and not fearful) tail.   Then Eric made a motion with 

his hand, and Flounder finished what he had started.  Ariel came extremely 

hard;  she thought her very ears pressed inwards.	

	Afterwards, Eric took her off the frame, out of the pool and up to the

royal bedchamber after bidding Flounder farewell.  Ariel felt extremely 

submissive as she lay with Eric in the bed, realizing that he had, throughout 

the time in the dungeon, been able to control when she came, and been able to 

make her enjoy her own submission.  

	He insisted on removing Ariel's collar after it had been in the water, 

explaining that leather might shrink and he did not want anything to happen to


	After a time she asked if he would mind if she went for a walk on the 

beach.  He shook his head.  She dressed and left, sitting on the sandy beach 

near the castle at the edge of the shore, listening to the waves beat against 

the sand.

	Suddenly there was a great rush of bubbles and her father, King 

Triton, who loved her dearly, rose up out of the water.  Ariel wondered 

briefly what he would say if he knew just what Eric was doing with her.

	"Hello, sweetheart," he said kindly, his beard curving up into a 


	"Hi, daddy," she replied, smiling.  The wind blew her hair back from 

her brow.  "How are things down there?"

	Triton groaned and gestured with his trident.  "Oh, extremely busy.  

The merchants are hollering because the pearls are losing value by the day.   

Sebastian is still pressing his application for a medal and a pension owing 

to the three days with you, merfolk are daily protesting 

and more are coming out from under the shell every day, and your sister 

Andrina..."  He sighed.  "Your sister Andrina...has just joined them. "  

He shuddered.  "I wonder what it was I did wrong."

	Ariel rolled up her skirt and took off her shoes, and then waded into 

the sea next to her father.  She embraced him.

	"Daddy, you didn't do anything wrong."

	"Ariel, it's just wrong!"  His voice shook.

	"Daddy,..."  She kissed him on the cheek.  She had always wondered 

idly if it was true about Andrina.  She had never cared one way or the other, 

and she was proud to hear that Andrina was accepting herself the way she was, 

but she was somewhat hurt that Andrina had not said anything to her.  "You 

didn't do anything wrong.  Andrina's not a bad person."  He glanced at her 

disbelievingly.  "She's just...different."

	He sighed and shrugged his mighty shoulders.  "Ariel, you don't 

understand.  I was raised in a different age.   I was always taught that it 

was a moral abomination."

	Ariel smiled.  She knew she had him now.  "Just like wanting to be 

human was a moral abomination?"

	Triton opened his mouth.  He closed it again.  He seemed to be 


	"Ariel,..." he said, trailing off into silence.

	Ariel gave him a smile of infinite patience.  She had gotten a foot 

in the door of his mind, as she alone had been able to do all her life.  

"Daddy, I know it's hard to fathom for you, but Andrina is your daughter, and 

she's not a monster, she's a mer-person just like you.  I know you don't 

understand it, but you don't just try to destroy things you don't understand, 

you have to try to learn how to understand them!   That's how you grow as a 

person, daddy."

	Triton frowned at her, his large brow wrinkling at her.  

But there was a light in his eyes that spoke of past fights and wishes to 

reconcile, the same light that she had barely seen when he destroyed her 

collection of human things.  "Have you been learning all these new ideas on 

land, young lady?  Are you so much better now that you are human?"

	Ariel wanted to retort to the comment, but she had planted the seed 

in his mind and did not want to screw it up simply because of a personal 

slight.  That would be unfair to Andrina, the gay merfolk population...but 

mostly to herself, and to the new self-exploration she was undertaking as 

Eric's slave.

	"No, daddy, humans are far from perfect," she said.  "But they can 

try.  And so can you.   That's all anyone can ask."


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