Cold cinder-block walls lined the dimly lit room. The only light was from a faintly glowing bulb that dangled from the basement ceiling. The little light in the room lit up the stainless-steel instruments and table like stars in the night sky. The smell of surgical soap hung in the air, sweet and stomach-wrenching. On the back wall stood a row of cabinets, both upper and lower, and a sink. On the other walls hung other tools: whips, floggers, restraints, ropes, chains, handcuffs, even the occasional strap-on harness. On the countertop sat a small autoclave. The exam table in the center of the room was both stainless steel and padded on the top for slight comfort.
She walked in, dressed in her corset, short skirt, and heels. She flipped on the second set of lights which were fluorescent and proceeded to pull instruments from drawers and cabinets. She was setting up for him before he would arrive in a little while. She stood of average height, with long blonde hair and dark eyes. She had a fit body and breasts that sat in the top of her corset, giving a perfect view of her cleavage.
She was well accustomed to what his preferences were by now. She had been in many sessions with him over time and knew him very well. She always looked forward to their times together. She enjoyed his fetishes very much herself.
She finished setting up and moved a tray table closer to the exam table. Everything was ready. She took off the pair of nitrile gloves she had on and threw them in the bin. She was ready for his arrival. She went back upstairs and waited to greet him.
He pulled into her driveway in his black Cadillac. She greeted him at the door.
"Hello, Dorian. How have you been?" She asked.
"Obsidian, it's always a good day when I'm here to see you." He said with a smile.
She held the door open to him and they both went inside. She always liked to start by asking the same old questions, just to be thorough.
"Would you like anything to drink, and is everything the same as last time?"
"I am good thank you, and nothing has changed -- still into the same old things I guess." He replied.
"Well let us continue to the basement, then, shall we?" She led him toward the door.
Once they were down in the basement, she had him strip down naked and place his clothes neatly in a nearby wardrobe. And get onto the exam table. The safeword was still painted on the ceiling above the exam table so no one would have a problem ever forgetting it. He laid down on the exam table and she fastened the restraints to his wrists and ankles. She so loved seeing him so vulnerable on her table that she couldn't help but have an evil grin the whole time.
After he was in place, she walked over to the box of gloves on the counter and put a pair on. He knew what was about to happen, but still, it excited him. The anticipation of the cold iodine, its smell, and the pain he suffered for her always got his cock rock hard.
She rubbed down both of his nipples with iodine, opened a packet of lube, and squirted it onto the sterile paper lining the tray table. She next took the packets containing the piercing needles, opened both needles onto the tray, and placed the sterile packaging into the bin. Two stainless steel perfectly sanitized needles lay on the paper in the tray, and already Dorian was hard as a rock.
She took a needle from the tray and held it up in front of him. He could see the needle clearly and knew it was about to sting him well. She slowly pushed the needle thru the flesh of his nipple.
"Mmm." He moaned and even writhed a little.
She held the second needle up just as the first, and then she slowly pushed it thru the flesh of his second nipple. Again, Dorian moaned.
Now that she had both needles in his nipples, she was able to take each one and with two hands at a time twist the nipple using the piercing. This made Dorian's moan increase to a yell. She did this twice before moving on to the next fun kink.
The next fun thing she had lined up for him was the clear-plated ball press. She took his cock in her hand and ran it through the hole in the plate. She got his balls placed between the two heavy-duty clear plastic plates and tightened them as far as she knew Dorian could handle it. He winced and moaned. The pressure on his balls was high, almost to the breaking point. He loved the sweet shocking pain it sent into his abdomen.
She walked over to the counter and grabbed some more instruments from a drawer. She laid them out on the tray table and opened another packet of lube onto the paper.
"Let's see how far you're willing to spread open for me today, sweety," she stated, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, Mistress Obsidian." Dorian obediently replied.
She first took a six-gauge sound, dipped it in the lube, and showed it to Dorian. He took a breath in deep, and let it out slowly. Obsidian grabbed his hard cock and brought the sound to the head of it. She made sure it was good and lubed as she slowly stuck the sound down his urethra. Dorian moaned and closed his eyes as he felt the cold metal slide into his cock.
