“Are you having fun playing with yourself my little fuckdoll?”
I nodded quickly as my tits began to turn purple from being crushed with such intensity by my little hands. “Yes Master, the Cunt loves to play with the pussy that its Master owns. Thank you for allowing the Cunt to masturbate Master,” I said as my head swam in a thick fog of arousal.
He put the box and cup of ice that he was carrying on the table in front of the whiteboard and shut off the television. “I give you permission to thank me properly. Assume the thank you position.”
“Yes Master,” I uttered as I released the poor tortured orbs on my chest and quickly moved on to all fours, lowering my head down and raising my ass while arching my back. I pressed my full pouty lips to the surface of the brown leather loafers he was wearing and eagerly kissed them before extending my pink tongue and licking in earnest. Lapping up in broad strokes until the entirety of his shoes were coated in my saliva.
He gave my exposed ass a hard slap and said “that’ll do cunt, that’ll do. Kneel position.”
I heard his command and slid my willowy frame up on my knees, cupping my udders in offering to the man who owned them.
He took the box and ice filled cup, sat down in front of me and stared at my petite body as if he was evaluating me. “You are a beautiful toy, you know that right?”
“Yes Master, the Cunt thanks its Master for the compliment.”
“But as attractive as your body is, it could be more beautiful. I want you to wear some jewelry for me. It would please me very much to see you decorated. You do want to please me, don’t you?”
“More than anything Master. Please decorate the Cunt’s body as its Master sees fit.” I wasn’t even thinking about what he might have meant or wanted. It didn’t matter. He owned me and had the right to do anything he wanted to me.
A smile crept over his thin lips as he opened the box, revealing a number of shiny items among other things. “First we’ll start with those cute little nipples of yours.” He pulled out an alcohol wipe and rubbed it generously over each of my pink nipples until they were sterilized and standing at attention. Then he took an ice cube from the cup and slowly worked it over my sensitive flesh until a light numbness set in. Finally he took a needle and a cork out of the box, lined the needle up with one side of my left nipple and pushed hard, the cork catching the sharp implement as it emerged from the other side. Despite the numbing effect of the ice, I felt a sharp sting that caused me to tense my muscles as I bared the pain, but I kept from making a sound during the process. A thin trickle of blood dribbled down my udder, across my flat tummy to my belly button where the droplets combined to form a bright red pool.
Master pulled a large heavy gauge silver ring from the box and forced it through the fresh hole, locking it closed with a click. I could feel the weight of it pulling my poor tortured nipple down as it dangled from the little nub of pink tissue that it decorated. He repeated the same process with my right nipple and I gritted my teeth as I felt the sting of the needle perforate my flesh, closing my eyes until the weight and ornamentation of both nipples was equal. He wiped up the blood, carefully giving my tender nipples a gentle swab with alcohol that sent a throbbing ache through my body. Finally he sat back to admire his handiwork, lightly flicking the dangling metal finery.
“Very nice indeed; now don’t those udders of yours look much better now?”
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the thick metal loops that hung from my pink buds and glimmered in the light. “Yes Master, thank you for decorating the tits on the Cunt’s chest Master.”
“The fun has just begun, my toy,” he said cheerily as he wiped the blood off of the needle with some alcohol. “Display pose!”
I quickly moved on to my back, grabbing my delicate ankles and pulling them up to my head while spreading them wide and lifting my rear off the floor. In the beginning I felt embarrassed to have my body so exposed and on display, but rule number three, the Cunt will always display its body without modesty, was ingrained in my being. I was now at a point in which knowing that Master could see every little inch of me was exciting. I felt tingles and arousal as he gazed upon the glistening pink flesh between my thighs.
He gripped my left inner labia and stretched it before cleaning it carefully with an alcohol wipe. I steeled myself for what I imagined would be excruciating pain and indeed I felt a sharp sting as the needle punctured my sensitive pink flesh, but the level of discomfort I was expecting never materialized. Instead I was left with a slight throbbing as he moved to pierce my left labia two more times. My Master repeated the procedure with my right labia, stretching and disinfecting it before punching through the tender tissue three times and pushing a heavy silver ring through each hole after it was created.
He dabbed his finger into my moist little hole, gathering my slick juices on the tip and moved up to my clit, rubbing and circling until it easily became swollen with desire. I licked my lips with my pink tongue, forgetting about the slight ache in my labium and nipples, the pleasure of my trim body offsetting the pain. As I neared the edge of orgasm, he backed off and smiled. “I wanted to put a ring through your clit itself, but I’m told that unless someone of particular skill does it, the risk of damaging it is too high, and I certainly have no desire to damage my property.”
I nodded gratefully. My clit was the center of my world these days and the last thing I wanted was to lose the source of my physical pleasure. I felt him grasp the little fleshy hood that protected my clit when it wasn’t engorged and stretch it with two fingers as he swabbed it with an alcohol wipe. “So instead I’m only going to put a ring in the hood for right now.” As his words trailed off I felt a sharp sting in my clitoral hood and watched as he pulled out another heavy gauge silver ring to loop into my pink flesh. “All done for now. That wasn’t so bad, was it my toy?”
“No Master, that wasn’t too bad Master. Thank you for decorating the Cunt Master.”
He took out a small mirror and held it up in front of my pussy so I could see what he had done to it. “You look far more beautiful this way,” he stated while his thick fingers playfully flicked the ring that adorned my clit hood. As the throbbing from my sensitive tissue began to subside, the tingles in my tummy and between my legs took control of my toned little body; for I knew that my Master was right. I was far more beautiful this way.
Chapter Ten: Anal Attentions
Master took great care to wipe my piercings with alcohol every time he delivered food to me. “I don’t want my toy getting infected” he would say to each time he ordered me to assume the display position before giving my nipples, labium and clit hood a good disinfecting. For the time being he was being particularly gentle with my nipples and pussy, though it was clear that such consideration would surely end as soon as the piercings were healed.