Chapter 9 Just a little piercing in a private place
The next day Tina was at Angela's place taking care of some website updates and getting caught up on emails to Angela's "Mistress Fire" email address.
Angela had just gotten off the phone with the counter girl at the Skin Gallery tattoo and piercing studio. She had scheduled Jon's PA piercing for that Saturday morning at eleven AM.
As always, Tina was collared and nude. She was sitting on the floor as she worked from the coffee table in front of the couch where Angela was relaxing.
Tina said, "Ooh, listen to this email from Shane Miller."
Angela looked as Tina read, "Mistress Fire, I respectfully request to meet with you at your convenience. I want to discuss what it will take for you to release me from my contract. Please call me when you have time to discuss this matter. You have my cell number."
Angela smiled. She thought for a moment and said, "I have a great idea. I'm calling him."
Tina's eyes grew wide. She said, "You're calling him right now? It's 10am on a Monday. He's probably at work."
"Fuck him," said Angela, "I hope he is. I'm sure his tiny dick will get hard the second he sees my name come up on his phone." Angela put her phone on speaker mode and called Shane. The phone began ringing and Tina smiled at Angela.
Shane was sitting in his boss's office going over the quarterly financials. His phone rang and he looked at it, "M Fire," was displayed on his lock screen. His stomach dropped.
Shane's boss could see that something was wrong. He said, "Is everything okay?"
Shane said, "Uh yes sir, uh, I just need to uh, I need to take this."
"Shane I don't have all day," said Shane's boss as he watched Shane stand and walk out.
"Uh, hello," said Shane as he stepped into the hall and closed the door.
"Shaney dear, how are you supposed to answer my calls?" said Angela, in the bitchiest voice she could muster.
"Oh right, I'm sorry Mistress Fire. Hello Mistress Fire, how are you today?" said Shane. His voice quivering from nerves and a little excitement.
"You know how I am napoleon dick. I'm me, I'm fucking amazing. That's why you can't live without me," sneered Angela.
Tina was watching and listening with glee.
Angela continued, "So... I got your email but I don't believe it."
"You don't?" said Shane, "uh, why not."
Angela said, "It says you want to get out of your blackmail contract."
"Yes, that's right," said Shane, "I need to get out of it."
"Ha, ha, ha, right. You know that's not true Shaney," said Angela, "You are infatuated with me because I'm the bitch Goddess of your demented fucking fantasies, and... I own your ass. You know you love it. You love the fact that I have so much dirt on you that I can make you do any fucking thing I want."
Shane was trying to stay focused but his penis had grown firm. He was quiet for a moment and Angela called him out. She said, "You know I'm right Shane, your dicklette is hard right now, isn't it?"
"Angela please," pleaded Shane quietly, "I need you to delete all the pictures you have of me."
"Well why didn't you say so," said Angela, "All you had to do was ask."
"Really?" said Shane incredulously.
There was a long pause and Angela said, "Fuck no! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Shane shrugged and sat down on a chair in the hallway. He said, "Please Mistress Fire. I need to move on. What do I have to do to get out of this, to uh, to have you destroy everything?"
Angela thought for a moment and she said, "You really think you want this? You want me out of your life for good?"
Shane paused and took a deep breath. Finally he said, "Yes, I need to move on."
Angela got an idea. She said, "Ok Shane. I want you to be at my place at 5 pm exactly, this Friday. We won't need much time. When you get here I'll tell what you need to do, to end this."
"Can you tell me now?" asked Shane meekly.
"See you at five PM Shaney," click! She hung up.
Tina smiled and said, "Oh my God was that hot! What are you going to do it him?"
Angela grinned evilly. She said, "You'll find out. Get ahold of Jon and tell him I want him here at 4:30 on Friday."
Tina nodded and said, "Yes princess."
Jon was not particularly looking forward to having his penis pierced on Saturday. It wasn't that he didn't want the piercing, it was more like, he wished it was already done. He thought about reading about PA piercings online but he decided against it. He was worried if he saw pictures or read people's experiences he would want to back out. He definitely did not want to back out. This was something he wanted to do for Angela. In fact, it was the least he could do. She originally wanted him to get a tattoo but he was only getting a piercing.
As always Jon focused on his work to keep his mind off of sexual things. He had trouble concentrating because he had received a text from Tina about going to Angela's place Friday at 4:30.
On Friday he arrived right on time. Angela answered the door and stepped aside, giving Jon room to enter. She wore no makeup and was wearing typical casual clothes, black leggings and a snug tee-shirt with no bra. She was barefoot and, as usual, her toes were perfectly pedicured with blood red polish.
Jon did his regular ritual, putting his things away and stripping. Angela locked his collar on and she moved to the couch. Jon followed and knelt before her but she didn't sit. He immediately noticed his black leather hood on the couch behind Angela.
She got right down to business. She said, "I know you haven't had an orgasm for weeks. I also know that it will take at least a month for your piercing to heal. Plus I'm very happy that you're getting pierced for me tomorrow. That's why I'm going to let you cum."
Jon was thrilled. He was extremely horny and he was happy she was going to give him relief.
Angela said, "I'll be right back."
From his knees Jon watched her walk away. It was always a treat to look at her perfect bottom in tight clothing. She left the living room and returned a minute later carrying a black dinner plate. She placed it on the floor next to him.
Jon stared at it and his heart dropped. He looked back at Angela and saw her knowing smile.
She sat on the couch and leaned back extending her arms along the back of the couch. She then lifted her bare foot to Jon's partially erect penis. She gently stroked it with the ball of her foot, causing a firm erection to appear.
She said, "I'm sure you noticed something at my play party."
Jon tried to pay attention to what she was saying despite her soft bare foot on his tormented cock. He glanced down at her perfect red toenails.
She said, "If a male wants to serve me, long term, it will be as my slave."
The word "slave" caught Jon's attention and he looked up to see a serious look on her face. She had called him slave before but he was beginning to understand the reality of it.
She continued, "Please understand that, I would never ask Jonathan Briggs to... consume all of his semen but, as you learned at my play party, consuming is a requirement... for slaves."
Jon looked at the plate again and wanted to protest but he didn't know what to say. Sitting before Jon in simple leggings and tee shirt with no makeup, Angela's natural beauty was undeniable. He didn't want to say anything that would jeopardize his relationship with her.
She was obviously going to insist that he "clean up his mess". His mind began racing. What if he refused. What should he say? Would she allow him to decline? God was he hard.
Angela was still stroking his cock with her foot and he was so, unbearably horny. She did not give him an opportunity to say anything. She dropped her foot to the floor, silently picked up the hood and pulled it over his head. Jon felt his will slipping away as she moved behind him and pulled the laces, tightening the leather against his face. She finished by buckling the bottom of the hood at his throat. With his hood in place he was no longer a man, he was a thing.
When the hood was tight, and fully in place she put her hand of top of his head and rubbed him. She put her bare foot on the plate and slowly slid it across the floor, positioning it in front of him. She returned to her seat on the couch. She said, "You are my best boy and you make me so proud. I'm happy that I can give you the pleasure of an orgasm today."
Just then Angela's text went off. She picked up her phone and read the text silently. It was from Tina who had been quietly hiding in the spa room just down the hall. When Angela said, "Give you the pleasure of an orgasm today," that was Tina's cue to send Angela a text.
The text said what Angela already knew but she wanted Jon to think it was a spontaneous development, "Shane will be here at five."
Angela texted back, "I'll put Jon away and then get you."
Tina texted back, "Yes princess."
Angela smiled at Jon. She said, "I promise you will cum tonight but something just came up."
Jon looked at her and nodded, careful not to use any words.
She stood, moved over to the end table and retrieved a leash. She clipped it onto Jon's collar and tugged down once. He dropped from his knees, down to all fours.
His firm cock bobbed under him as she led him to her bedroom, and over to the cage. She unclipped the leash and tossed it on the bed. He climbed inside and she locked the cage door. Before she walked out she said, "I want you to think about how good your orgasm will feel. That's what you need to focus on."
Jon heard Angela walk out and close the bedroom door. It was officially happening. She was going to allow Jon to have a long-awaited orgasm but then she was going to make him lick it all up. Not just a taste; all of it. This situation was now bigger than Jon. It was more than just the act itself. It was about him obeying Angela, regardless of he wanted.
He feared that if he didn't do it, his relationship with his princess would come crashing down. He really had nothing else in his life. Sure he had work but that was just a distraction from his real passion, Angela. She was the most gorgeous, sexy, powerful woman he had ever had the good fortune to even meet, let alone orally pleasure.
He reasoned that any one of the guys he knew would do anything for the chance to eat her once, let alone on a regular basis. God was he horny. He knew he could not go another month with his current buildup of semen. It was nearly a constant ache. He decided that he would deal with it. He would focus on the bliss of his orgasm, then he would clean up the mess as fast as possible, like taking bitter medicine.
