Chapter 4
Before my slave could answer, a man who I assumed was the piercer walked into the room. He greeted Chital and I warmly and looked down at a clipboard.
“Okay, so according to my notes, we’re piercing her septum, tongue, nipples, and clitoris today, correct?”
“Yes, though I requested 4 piercings in each of her labia majora as well”. The piercer consulted his clipboard again.
“Ah. So you did. At any rate, first I’m going to mark all of the piercing sites with a pen and let you take a look so you can make sure you’re satisfied with the placement. I’ll make any necessary adjustments, and then we’ll do the piercings themselves”. I nodded, and glanced over at Chital. I found myself imagining what she’d look like in a few short minutes, bedecked with the various rings that would adorn her body for as long as I owned her. The piercer continued: “According to my notes, your slave’s training is sufficient enough that there is no real need to restrain her. Piercings in general are quick and painless, anyway, though her nipples and clitoris will probably be the exception.”
“Naturally”, I replied, with a half-smile. The sadist inside me was very excited to watch my new slave endure the pain of needles pushed through her most sensitive areas.
The piercer ordered Chital up onto the table and set to work marking the piercing sites. Chital was quiet and still, though I noticed her chest rise and fall just a little bit faster when the piercer handled her nipples and clit, placing dots on either side of each little nub. Once he had finished, he invited me over to check the placements. As I inspected each piercing site, I was pleased to see he had been impeccably precise in his marking.
“The placement looks perfect,” I remarked.
“Great!” the piercer replied. “As I said, no real need to restrain her, but as you are her owner I will defer to you on the matter”.
I looked over at Chital. I believed the piercer, but I knew that for some slaves, restraints were calming. “Do you need to be restrained for the piercings, my slave?”
“No, Master. Your slave will stay still”.
“Good girl”. I turned back to the piercer. “I don’t think she’ll require restraints. Let’s begin”.
The piercer set to work. He pulled a small metal tray with individually wrapped piercing needles, barbells, and a pair of small metal tongs next to the table where my new slave lay, legs spread and deliciously vulnerable.
The piercer donned gloves, and removed a needle from its packaging. “Tongue out, girl”, he commanded. Chital obeyed, and the piercer took the tongs and clamped down on my slave’s soft pink tongue. He took the needle, centered it on the mark, counted down from three and pushed it through. Chital stayed stock still but she let out a high pitched whimper as the needle went through her flesh. If she was this responsive to what would likely be one of the less painful parts of the day ahead, I was excited to see how she reacted to what was to come. I looked forward to hearing my new slave whimper and cry as she suffered for me.
The piercer threaded a barbell through the hole and secured it. He moved on to Chital’s septum and repeated the process, this time with a ring. “Now we’re getting to the fun part,” he remarked before taking Chital’s left nipple between his fingers. He pinched and stroked my slave until her nipple was rock hard, then applied the tongs and removed yet another needle from its packaging. He held it against Chital’s nipple. Her eyes grew wide with fear, then wider still with pain as he pushed the needle through. I was pleased to see the hint of tears in her eyes, and even more pleased to see her begin to cry in earnest as the piercer did her other nipple. He threaded barbells through both nipples, and informed me that I could switch them out for rings after a few months.
Chital’s tears had not subsided. While the piercer moved down to her cunt and began to prepare for the labia piercings, I got up and crouched by my slave’s head, and began to stroke her hair. “Such a good slave,” I reassured her as the piercer pierced one of her cunt lips, then the other. By the time all eight rings had been added to Chital’s pussy, she was incoherent. I found a box of tissues, and wiped her face clean.
“Just one more piercing, slave,” I told her. The piercer knelt between Chital’s legs once more and began stroking her pussy, coaxing her clit out from its hood. He used the tongs to clamp it tightly, took a needle, and pushed it through. Chital shrieked in pain. Her newly pierced tits bounced as he chest heaved up and down from the pain. Her face went whiter than I would have thought possible as the piercer threaded the ring through.
“Very good girl,” I praised. “Now to see how you handle the branding”.
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