Chrissie knows how much it cost you to call her Mistress. She is well aware it makes you feel as if you are being unfaithful to me and she takes great pleasure in forcing the words from you. She is also looking forward to watching you squirm while the piercings are being done.

Feeling unnerved by the obvious hostility between you and Chrissie the tattooist coughs nervously and suggests that he gets started.

The first piercings you receive are to your nipples. As you look away to avoid seeing the needle pierce your skin Chrissie grabs a handful of your hair and twists your head back round forcing you to watch your own nipples being pierced. Breathing deeply to keep yourself calm you can’t help feeling faint as the tip of the needle pierces one side of your nipple and then is forced out through your skin on the other side. Soon both nipples are adorned with solid gold rings. Although the piercing was uncomfortable it was not as painful as you expected. But maybe because of the whippings you have received in the past your pain threshold has increased. Feeling a bit more relaxed you open your mouth as instructed ready for the tattooist to clamp your tongue. Having your tongue pierced without anaesthetic is more painful than your nipples and as the needle is forced through the flesh you involuntarily try to pull your tongue back into your mouth, but it is completely immobilised by the clamp. By the time he has finished your nipples and your tongue you are sweating. Your tongue feels as if it has swollen to three times its normal size and your nipples are throbbing. You have managed to remain fairly calm so far, despite your fear of needles but the thought of what is going to happen next makes your heart pound. You start feeling dizzy and know that you can’t go through with it.

‘Please Mistress I beg you, please don’t have my cock pierced. I’ve tried really hard to be good and lie here but I really can’t cope with having a needle go through my cock. Please

Chrissie laughs at the way you have spoken, lisping and almost incoherent because of your swollen tongue.

‘Are you refusing to have your cock pierced slave? Is the idea of sending Tracey off for a public flogging that appealing to you?’

Alarmed you lispingly reply No Mistress. I would never refuse to obey you. I am just begging you to be merciful. I am terrified of needles and the thought of one being forced through my cock is horrifying to me, please I beg you reconsider. I will do anything else that you ask of me without hesitation, please?’

‘Oh you do make me laugh. Do you really think I will ever be merciful to you? I intend to make the next two years of your life hell, and I will get great pleasure from that stupid bitch Tracey being forced to watch and not being able to do anything about it. Turning to the tattooist she instructs him to strap you down so that you can’t move while he finishes the piercing.

When he has strapped you securely to the couch he turns to Chrissie and asks her what sort of cock piercing she wants. After some discussion she ditches her original idea of having a huge ring through part of the head and the piss slit. As the tattooist pointed out, it could easily be caught on something and get ripped out which would shred the end of your cock probably making it completely useless afterwards. Finally she settles for a long bar which will go horizontally through your cock just behind the head. A short length of chain will be attached to both sides so that a leash can be attached when required. Small gold balls will be screwed onto the end of each bar to keep it firmly in place.

As the tip of the needle breaks the skin you pass out, but not for long as Chrissie slaps you awake to make you watch your cock being mutilated. Biting your lip until you draw blood in a desperate effort not to scream you watch in horror as a gold bar follows the needle through the hole that has been made in your manhood. When it is over, the tattooist feeling sorry for you distracts Chrissie by asking her opinion of some drawings he has done for potential tattoos. The distraction gives you enough time to recover from feeling both sick and faint. By the time Chrissie turns her attention back to you the colour has come back to your face and you have stopped trembling.

Chrissie then strides back out to the main shop to pay for the piercings leaving the tattooist to release you from the couch. Unsteadily you slide off the couch getting down on your hands and knees to follow her. The tattooist holds open the door for you to crawl through. As he does so he says in a low voice I wish you luck friend. That is one mean woman out there. I don’t know what you did to piss her off but she sure as hell seems intent on destroying you.’

‘I know you whisper back to him before crawling through the door and across the shop floor to where the source of your nightmares is waiting for you.

She raises an eyebrow at seeing you on your hands and knees, so subservient already. It seems to please her though and she sets off for home in a happy mood with you crawling on your hands and knees like a dog behind her. She would not be so happy about your apparent willingness to please her if she realised the only reason you were on your hands and knees was because you were terrified that your legs would collapse under you if you tried to walk out the door, and you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you faint.

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