PIERCED  –  a BDSM story.

CHAPTER 1 - ORIENTATION

Tamsin woke up lazily. For a few moments she could not actually remember where she was.

Her surroundings were familiar but she was clearly recognised that room not being in her own house.

She leaned up on one elbow and scanned the room. It was a nice clean bedroom, painted in white.

The bed and matrass were newish and white, as were the sheets and covers. She remembered now. This is Gavin B’s house. She had lived at the house for three weeks but never stayed in this room.

Leaning towards the window and the view outside, she presumed she must be on the first floor.

The light in the room was quite bright and she was sure it was no longer early morning. Without a clock it was hard to tell exactly what time it was. She couldn’t quite remember what had happened te previous night? Had she been drugged?

 The room was a simple quest bedroom with two stylish reprints of sixteenth century tradeships of old Amsterdam. The twin nightlamps were a brass colour and were of a similar design to the large lamp in the ceiling, that hung above the bed. The floor was carpeted with a dark red design. The curtains were of a faded yellow and made the room look fresh and sunny.

As she shifted she felt some discomfort in her posterior. Her anus actually ached. Without looking, she nervously slid her hands down her buttocks towards her crack. As she got closer she noticed a sound. It was the jangle of a chain. She reached down behind her and found the chain. It was somehow attached to her! She carefully followed the chain closer to her own body and touched the metal base of some kind of device inserted in to her anus. She tried to grip the base and pull, but it was wedged in tight. There was no give to it at all. She hoped someone would come and help her remove it as she really needed to go and relieve herself. Her inflicted constipation was causing massive discomfort to her.

She almost panicked but realised there was no need to be frightened. Gavin, her master, always had plans for her, and her situation clearly factored in to one of them. Surely he would show up in this room in the next few minutes. Wouldn’t he? Gavin did have ways of making her nervous and it was hard to tell what would happen next. Her experiences so far had been somewhat frightening, but had always been pleasurable in the end.

Tamsin tried to think and remember. Gavin and his friends had been playing naughty games with her for days now. There are things that they had done to her that she could now barely remember.

She started to remember the more dramatic and painful things he had inflicted on her. Chaining her to the wall, flogging her back, caning her rear, caning her feet, whipping her pale breasts and covering them with lines and welts. Almost all of these small injuries had faded now, leaving only two think pink diagonal lines.

Gavin had given in to his sadistic streak too much and caught her twice, hard across her breasts.

Even though she had groaned and writhed in pain at the time, she strangely remembered the painful episodes with fondness and pleasure.

It was strange even now, thinking of getting flogged or caned like that again, no longer filled her with dread. It started to make her a little bit excited. However, there were other tortures and treatments that were too humiliating and demeaning to think about.

Like the things, that had happened last night…

She leaned over on her back and made sure the chain ran away, clear from her behind. She started to explore her naked body. She spread her legs and bent her knees, not so she could play with herself but so the plug in her anus was given all the space it insisted on taking in her aching backside.

She felt and explored her breasts and looked for all the large and little changes to her body.

The most noticeable one was her nipple piercings. There was nothing pretty or delicate about them.

A single piercing was a small block. It fitted together in two parts on either side of her distended nipple. It created a small hole in her nipple, a hole that small weights or a lead could be clipped in to.

The initial piercings had been bit painful, but the piercings of her nipples had healed well. She didn’t dare play or try and remove the small blocks. Gavin was in charge of that. She didn’t particularly like her nipples, but they were fun, and she hoped the piercings wouldn’t mutilate her ‘little torpedoes’ as she called them. Gavin had said they would heal well enough, once the piercings were removed. If that’s what she wanted. She wasn’t sure it was. She very much enjoyed being pierced all over. It made her feel very sensual.

Tamsin then started to explore the changes that were made to her pussy. There were two small, but thick rings inserted in to the top of her outer labia. They held a third of her pussy shut, and made inserting fingers and toys hard, but not impossible. She felt for the piercing inserted in to her hood. She pulled at it playfully and loved how it always delicately landed on her clit. It felt very fine indeed.

She ran a hand up to her face and felt the ring inserted in to the septum of her nose. She played with it, with her thumb, careful not to hurt herself.

Her nose, nipples and pussy had all been pierced. She felt like a freak, and it was her idea! Gavin had only coached and advised her.

She had met Gavin through a BDSM chatroom and had discussed her fantasy of becoming a pierced sex slave. Gavin confessed to being a sadistic dominant and had patiently listened to her ideas.

He had dispelled some of her silly ideas about BDSM and about what made good sadomasochistic play and what didn’t. What was safe and fun to do and what wasn’t. Master Gavin was a such a know-it-all, but he seemed to have sound judgement based on his own research and experience.

The discussions they had were fun and thought-provoking. He played the wise older man, while she played the brat. She was sure he was a bit younger than she was.

 She couldn’t believe what Gavin was explaining to her or what she admitted to wanting for herself. Her life so far had been so careful and fearful. She knew she was missing out on something. She shocked herself when she admitted to wanting become a slut covered in piercings. Gavin had taken a step forward by offering her a kinky holiday at his house. He had said 4 weeks, and if things went well, possibly longer. Tamsin was between jobs and not in a hurry to find yet another job that wasn’t a good match. She had been in the same job for 15 years and wanted a change. Her savings would support her for now. Her experiences at Gavin’s House would help her clear her mind and get her wishes and priorities together.

He outlined his kinky wishes and limits and the two kinksters started to negotiate. Gavin’s wishes sounded scary and strange, but somehow compelling. Tamsin desperately wanted some severe BDSM experiences in her life, and Gavin sounded like a responsible guide. Tamsin never thought she would have the nerve to go through with it. However, one tired and lonely Friday night, after half a bottle of wine, she decided to take the plunge.

Two weeks later they went to a tattoo and piercings parlour and Tamsin was given her desired transformation. She let the piercings heal and had the piercings artist inspect her to make sure everything was as it should be. Gavin became her master and she became his slave, and they played. Softly at first, and then harder and harder. She started posting Gavin pictures of herself, and Gavin called her his ‘little pierced piglet’. He was right. She looked more like a specimen of cattle, or a bizarre Martian pig on an alien pig farm.

The very thought made her wet. A beast of burden, to do what it was told and get fucked at intervals. What a wonderful thought.

As she groaned and started to rub her pussy, there was a light knock on the door.

There was a moment’s hesitation, and then the door opened slightly.

A small brunette woman peaked in, and shone a bright smile at Tamsin; ‘Good morning, sleepy head!’.

The brunette was dressed in a leather dress and smart leather boots.

Her face was petite with a bob of well-cut brown hair.

She dropped a large travel bag on the bed, next to Tamsin.

The brunette’s name was Michelle. She was friend and co-conspirator of Gavin’s.

Gavin and Michelle ran a small management consultancy business as a well as a professional BDSM dungeon together. Tamsin tried to ascertain whether Michelle and Gavin had ever been an item together or how far their past might go.

Michelle was friendly but stern. She never wasted any time and could be described as impulsive. Michelle could be described as cute, with a large set of healthy teeth. She liked to smile and laugh.

She also liked to sink her teeth into the shoulders and breasts of her slaves. Like she did with Tamsin.

Michelle giggled; ‘If you’re good, we can get you cleaned up and ready for this afternoon? Gavin is having some visitors over for some late lunch and he’d like you to be there.’

Michelle grabbed hold of Tamsin’s chain and slowly started to pull at it. The plug was applying pressure on Tamsin’s rectum. Tamsin protested; ‘Hey, hey, hey?! Wait now! Don’t do that!’

Michelle laughed cheerfully; ‘Come on then. Let’s get that plug removed and you cleaned up’.

‘Get on your knees and point your butt at me’. Michelle pulled a small lever out of the bag and inserted it in to a small hole in the plug. It clicked in like a key in a lock. Michelle slowly turned the key a full movement clockwise. When the key no longer turned, Michelle got a full grip of the base of the stainless steel plug and pulled. Tamsin squealed and squeezed her eyes shut.  The plug put up much resistance, surfacing from Tamsin’s tight rectum but it eventually came out with a resounding squelch. She held up the device so that Tamsin could see. Michelle smiled; ‘It’s a Pear of Anguish. See, it has three parts that open and close. They were open inside you. Now I've closed it to get it. Open. Closed. Fun, right?!'

Tamsin gasped; ‘Why do I not remember? That…thing…was inside me? How did I not notice?’

Michelle; ‘It go pretty hot and horny last night. You had a nice sub-space episode and I decided to fit the Pear inside you while you ass was nice and stretched and lubricated. It went in like a dream.’

Michelle laughed again; ‘ No more questions. You’re free now. Free to go poo. Run free. The bathroom is down the door and on the left. Go now. Have a shower. Don’t make a mess!’.

The naked Tamsin ran for the door and thought; ‘Bloody Michelle, she thinks she’s so f-ing funny. Oh my god,…I really need to go. Where is that bathroom?’. Her piercings glittered in the sunlight as she ran.

CHAPTER 2 – GETTING READY

When she returned to join Michelle she felt a lot better. After ‘doing her business’ and having a long shower, she felt a lot more comfortable and focused. Tamsin couldn’t help holding her buttocks in her hands, as she walked back to the guest bed room. She had a  towel round her waste and one around her hair. Her anal muscles had been stretched and her anus was still dilating with the sudden exercise Michelle had performed on it. It was quite painful. She knew she would get no sympathy in this house. Michelle and Gavin would only take a mental note of her reactions, for use in their future kinky games with her.

Tamsin, a tall active blonde at 42-years-old, stood at least a foot taller over the 31-year-old Michelle.

Michelle could be your best friend or your worst enemy. She was a talented and experienced dominatrix with years of study in sadomasochism behind her.

In Tamsin’s mind, Michelle resembled a horrible and remorseless pixie from a Guillermo del Toro movie.

As Tamsin stood alongside the young dominatrix, she noticed Michelle was unpacking clothes and was neatly laying them out on the bed. ‘Oh my god, are these for me?’

Michelle; ‘Yep, let’s get you properly dried and then lubricated. Then we can start putting it on you, okay? We’re racing against the clock just now. We have an hour and a half, before our guests get here, so I don’t want too many questions today. Okay?’ Tamsin nodded nervously and straightened up, as Michelle squeezed a bottle of lubricant in to her hands.

After Michelle had covered Tamsin’s chest, back and arms in lubricant, she stretched a latex dress over Tamsin’s shiny body. It was a good tight fit, even though it didn’t seem to be.

The hem of the skirt was frilled and very short. It barely covered Tamsin’s crotch and backside. It completely covered her chest, stomache and back, but left little peek holes for her pierced and very erect nipples. The silvery shine of her nipples was very noticeable against the sleek black of her chest. This was an attractive point of focus on her latex-clad breasts.

Michelle zipped the dress right up to the nape of Tamsin’s neck and pulled the blonde submissive towards a large mirror in the corridor.

The corridor was well-lit and Tamsin could see herself from top to bottom. Her first instinct was to pull down the dress from the front and the back as the shadow of the skirt barely hid her buttocks and pierced pussy.

Tamsin’s eyes went wide; ‘Oh my god, I look like a complete whore! A latex maid or….What did you call me? A fuck doll!’

Tamsin couldn’t help examine herself all over. She turned this way and that, never taking her eyes away from the mirror. Michelle did the same, but in a more studious and discerning way. Michelle sprayed the black latex with latex shine and polished the covered parts of Tamsin’s sleek body, not missing a single spot. ‘We aren’t quite done yet’. Michelle applied dainty kinky boots to Tamsin’s feet. They almost resembled ballerina shoes. The heels were very long. Furthermore, long latex opera gloves were pulled over Tamsin’ arms and reached right up to her shoulders. Michelle squeezed the gloves tightly on to her fingers and smooth out any creases.

Michelle; Ooft, nearly there! Final touch!’ Michelle braided Tamsin’s long blonde hair in to a single long thick pig-tail. Instead of having it start at the base of her skull, Michelle braided the hair almost at the centre of Tamsin’s crown. Tamsin had to admit it was an odd place to braid the tail.

Once the pigtail was in place and very tight, Michelle pulled the pigtail through the hole of a latex hood. The hood descended over Tamsin’s face and slipped tightly over her neck. The face of the hood was open, but the rest of her head was very much covered. The tight pigtail was free to run the contours of Tamsin’s scalp  as she moved It often set itself on the left or right of her head.

Michelle sprayed and polished Tamsin’s hood and was careful not to spray Tamsin in the face.

Michelle applied some make up on Tamsin’s flushed face. Some foundation, some very dark lipstick and some understated eye shadow. Tamsin started to like what she saw in the mirror, and did not recognise herself at all. Maybe it was time to take on a different persona to go along with this new look of hers? She sighed in excitement and started to blush in a mixture of shame, embarrassment and arousal.

Michelle rested her hands on her shoulders; ‘Feeling okay, all ready to proceed with the next step?’

Tamsin tried to snap out of here reverie and smiled; ‘Yes sure, can you tell me what happens next?’

Michelle put her hand on Tamsin’s shiny scalp; ‘Of course. We are having friends over and we would like you to help with the catering and entertainment’.

Tamsin’s brow creased in consternation; ‘Will it be hard? What if I cock it up? What is the penalty?’

Michelle played with the pigtail complacently; ‘I wouldn’t worry. You know the rules already. No eye contact. Polite minimal answers. Mind your language please. Mind your posture. Try not to trip over those boots. And just stand to attention when you are not needed. Just relax and listen. There will be no punishments for you today.’

Michelle pulled a long steel chain from the bag and asked Tamsin to stand up. Michelle smoothed out a final crease and casually attached a doglead clip to Tamsin’s two vaginal piercings.

To Tamsin, the click of the fastening sounded so loud that it made her head swim. It was like the starting shot for a competition in kink. She bit her lip and drew a deep breath. Michelle smirked and was similarly turned on by Tamsin’s predicament. Michelle tugged on the chained; ‘Let’s go then’.

They walked through the corridor on the first floor, one lady in sleek black followed by another. Michelle had the rest of the chain resting over her arm and didn’t so much as lead the submissive as keep the chain at a good length from Tamsin. Tamsin would come along, and there was no need to pull. The chain was purely symbolic of Tasmin’s submission to the House. Gavin’s Play House of Kink.

A tall man stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a light grey suit, black leather belt, burgundy tie and white shirt. He had short light hair and a light tan. There was nothing special to the way he looked. Nothing discernible from a distance. Just a fashionable young man. It wasn’t until Tamsin got closer she realised what she liked about Gavin. He had large expressive eyes that promised mirth, intelligence and close attention to whoever he talked to. Gavin laughed; ‘How are you, Tamsin? Did you sleep well? Tamsin embarrassed herself by instinctively reaching for her backside; Hmmm, not really, Gavin, hmmmm, Master, sorry. I had a massive piece of steel wedged up my ass.’

Gavin snorted and guffawed. Michelle had to stifle a laugh as well. Gavin composed himself again and looked Tamsin in the eye and smiled. ‘Turn for me please?’ ‘Oh, thank you. You look amazing.

How does it feel? Tamsin thought and stated; ‘It looks great. It’s nice and shiny and all that, but this dress is getting really hot. Im starting to sweat’.

Gavin smiled; ‘Ah yes, latex. That’s a little discomfort you will have to deal with for looking so nice and sexy’.

Gavin opened a small jewellery box. He held it up so Tamsin could see inside.

There were too small silver bells with small rings attached. Gavin reached in and picked up one bell and carefully attached the ring to one of Tamsin’s nipple piercings. Then the other one.

Gavin smiled appreciatively; ‘These look nice. Shake your bells for me please’. Tamsin held her arms behind her back and shook her chest. The bells jingled prettily. She shook again, with more conviction this time. Again the pretty sound. Tamsin was surprised it didn’t hurt. She barely noticed the added weight added to her nipples.

She just felt very aroused at the added embarrassment.

Gavin took the chain from Michelle and walked his slave outside. There was a large table set up against the wall, covered with white table cloth. Smaller tables and 8 chairs were set out in a semi-circle. Tamsin was relieved; ‘Not a large group, thank god’. 

Gavin; ’I’m having friends coming over. Michelle may have explained already. I just want you to mind the drinks. Domestic submissives will lay out the coffee, tea, juice and water. I want you to fill the cups as they come over and tell you what they want. Just ask them if you are unsure. Another slave will be close by to relay their wishes to the kitchen’

Gavin took the chain and took it over to a heavy parasol stand in the corner, near the table.

He padlocked the chain to the heavy stand. Tamsin measured the length of the chain. It was maybe 20 to 25 feet long. The length of the chain that hung from her labia to the ground, was quite heavy and made her bend her knees slightly. She recovered and slowly drew herself to her full length, her head down in submission, looking at the chain on the ground.

Gavin saw the mental effort that Tamsin was putting in to this not-so subtle act of submission.

He leaned over and held her face and kissed her on the forehead. ‘Good girl, well done so far’. The guests will be here in about 30 minutes. You will be standing for an hour or two, but eventually Michelle will come and get you. Then we can go and have some fun later okay?’ He kissed her on the forehead again, and then stepped inside.

Tamsin was by herself now. Alone again with her own thoughts. She looked up at the sky. The sun was shining bright and the sky was a nice royal blue, with only a cloud or two floating by.

She took stock of her situation. She was clad in sleek black latex with a chain attached to her pussy. Bells attached to her nipples and a ring in her nose. People would stare at her and examine her as they arrived. She would be a specimen of human sex-cattle for them to examine. Maybe Gavin would receive a request or two from them; requests to fuck her. She would try and guess who Gavin would allow to fuck her. Maybe he would decline politely and just fuck her himself. Tamsin wished he would.

The last time was so much fun. Oh, she would just have to wait and see. The waiting and the suspense was fun in itself.

She listened for voices and other sounds she could pick up. She heard cutlery clattering in drawers, plates being lifted and stacked, voices giving directions. She heard another softer and irregular sound. It was the falling of droplets from hitting the ground, from under her dresss. Plip, plip, plip.