This was it first Christmas as a slave and it was to spend the holidays with its Owner, picking Him up from the airport dressed in high heels, short skirt, white shirt under which it wore a nothing but its bound breasts, its cunt was wet and smooth.  It could feel its juices dripping down its thighs as stood waiting for Him to come thru arrivals, gasping with surprise as He pulled it to one side kissing it deeply laying claim to what is His, then turning it around in full view of the whole arrivals area and buckled the dress collar around its neck. (it does not wear a collar when W/we are not together as B/both of us believe that only an Owner can place and remove a collar from a slave).  The drive home from the airport took less than 2 hours as the roads were quiet with it being so late, driving along its owner slowly began to expose it to the world, pushing its skirt higher and higher till its bare wet cunt was in full view, legs spread as wide as they could be and for it to still drive safely, shirt unbutton and bound meats pulled out from rings pulled and played with while W/we chatted.

This was the setting for the rest of the holidays, it was either kept naked at all times, sitting at its Owners feet, in bondage and restrained or wearing outfits which enhanced its usage.  Although for Christmas lunch it did wear a fish net dress with its nipples pulled thru and wearing one of its Christmas presents (the other it will tell you about later), a beautiful jewelled butt plug, one that it could wear all day.  This was something it had asked its Owner about on several occasions when W/we had been looking at body jewel –as it already has its nipples pierced – these were done when it was first with its Owner many years ago.

Apart from visiting friends and family, its time was spent serving its Owner, a new it began to grow one who found joy in just being there to serve Him,  a joy that it had only really previously found when it was being used.  There was contentment within it, whether it was serving Him His meal in just High heels, or sitting at His feet.  It had found its place, the place where it is most comfortable being what and who it is.  And the anticipation of its other Christmas present constantly on it mind – its Owner was taking it to have its cunt lips pierced so that it had a constant reminder of what it is.

Just the thought of being pierced sent mixed emotions through it,  it was the needles that frighten it,  but how it would look afterwards – in the past it had seen picks of pierced labia’s and they never appealed to it,  and here it was now waiting and yet dreading what it was about to let its owner have done to it,  there never was any question in its mind not really about not having the piercings for it knew that they would make so much useful to its Owner, and they were something He wanted done to it,  He has always been honest with it about what was going to happen to it in the future,  preparing it mentally and emotionally ; conditioning it allowing it to overcome its fears, take thru its concerns and worries while knowing that it actually has no say in what is going to happen to it or how its body is going to modified. 

The morning had arrived and after bathing and shaving its cunt to ensure that it was perfectly smooth, it dressed in stockings, skirt and blouse complete with high heels.  Makeup done with care although this was difficult because it was shaking so much.  It can’t really remember much about the journey to the piercers, but does remember clearly stood at the bottom of the stairs thinking that the next step it takes will change it forever,  it hoped they would be empty but no several people there, it let its Owner do the talking (it had done enough rambling on during the journey).  To say it remembers everything clearly would be a lie, some moments were so intense, others a flood of emotions – but here goes.

Yes it can remember the pain of each needle going in first 2 piercings on the right side, the second one really really hurt, then he moved onto the left side, all the time its Owner holding it, or rather it was holding onto Him,  listening to His voice trying not to move.  Not sure what hurt more the needle or the fiddling while putting the rings in and fastening them up.  Once the 4 rings were in, its Owner asked if it could go through with the other 2 – yes.

As the fifth ring went in – its Owner looked at it said now it can call Me Master, not sure when the 6th ring went in, all it could feel was an overjoyed, it had been owned for a year – for today was O/our first anniversary of being back together after so many years apart. So today was a double celebration and its Owner had given it the best present it could have got, the right to call Him Master and even now it still smiles ever time it says or thinks that.

To say that it has recovered from being pierced would be false, physically the piercings are healing, but it is really only just beginning to understand how much control its Master does have over it, how much it needs and desires Him to have that control.  Slavery does not have to mean that one is kept chained and caged,  to it slavery, being a slave means totally submitting on all levels, learning and understanding, accepting and enhancing what it is in order to serve

Now it wears 6 rings a mark of His Ownership over it and its complete submission to its Master,  a Master that it worships, adores and loves and willingly allows Him to have total control over it, it has no rights and it body no longer belong to it,  it belongs to its Master.

as it writes this it sat legs spread wide over a chair with a 10 inch dildo insterted into its anal cunt,  meats bound and crushed into a tight fitting bra which has pin pads in,