He slept soundly and only awakened to a loud banging at the door. He sat straight up, not remembering where he was or how he came to be there. Then he remembered, Mistress Moon, the sexiest woman alive…He felt his cock being to stir, shaking off the sleepiness he got up and answered the door. It was Mistress Moon.
“Good morning Mark, I take it you slept well…Good. We have many things to do today, I hope you are ready.” She said without letting him respond.
“This is Mr. Denster.” She pointed to a bald tattooed man standing behind her at the door. Quite an impressive man really, tall, hulking and tattooed more then he had seen any other person tattooed before.
“He, is here to pierce you.” She said as if it should not bother him.
“P...Pierce…Mistress? What do you mean pierce?” He gulped.
“Really it’s no big deal, he is quite experienced, twelve years to be exact…His reputation is unsurpassed and he had come here at my request. Consider this your first test, if you pass there will be a reward, if you fail….” She said ominously.
“Yes Mistress, I will try.” He was so nervous that he had not even noticed how striking she was toady. Her hair done in a tight bun, flowing black sheer shirt with a corset underneath and skin tight black leather pants finished off with three inch black leather heals.
“Good lets get started shall we, Mr. Denster?” She said with a smile.
“Of course, Joanna…I mean Moon.” He had let slip her real name; he wondered what she would do. To his surprise she didn’t do anything, at least not yet, he had been warned to use the name Moon and not her given name, so she would have the right to be pissed off at him. She was paying him a bundle to do this one piercing.
“Hmm, yes well lets get him prepped and get this started.” She said brushing off his mistake.
Mr. Denster moved into the room, setting up his supplies, Iodine, a sterile instrument tray, two different needles, a small bit of cork, gauze pads, and a nasty looking recieving tube. He had even brought his own piercing table, which he set up, professionally in the middle of the room.
“Now, Mark would you please drop your shorts and hop up onto the table, on your back.” Mr. Denster said calmly.
“Drop my pants? What for, what are you piercing exactly?” He said panicking.
“He is going to pierce your cock of course.” She said, making him feel dumb and even more panicked.
“Why, why pierce my cock? Won’t that fucking hurt like hell?” He asked falling into the panicky sickness.
“Now Mark, as my slave you will do whatever I ask without hesitation, do you really want to start our relationship this way?” She asked snidely.
“No Mistress, but I don’t want a chunk of metal shoved through my cock either.” He had pushed the line.
“Fine, have it your way, you will be tied down and it will be done anyway, all my slaves have a cock ring. Remember that you chose to have it go this way, it could have been so much easier.”
She stepped up to him and shoved him in the chest, her eyes glaring. Before he knew what was happening he was pushed onto the table and with one smooth motion she pulled out a leather strap and tied his arms down. She walked smoothly to the other end of the table and tied his feet down with another leather strap.
“Now Mr. Denster, please go ahead with what I asked.” She said glaring at the now cowering hulk of a man.
“Yeah sure, lets get started, but in order to correctly position the ring he’s gotta have an erection, and I’m not here to give this guy an erection. He said.
“That will be no problem, just give me a minute.” She said watching as her new slave struggled on the table, now covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
She came to her slaves’ side and began stroking his body. She loved the feeling of his sweat, it was a good clean panic sweat.
“Listen Mark, it’s really not as bad as your thinking, your cock would look so good with a brightly polished gold ring through the head of it.” She whispered into his ear, sending chills down his body.
He could not help being turned on; wanting so much to please her in every way but the fear creeping up his throat crippled him. He wanted to get up, to run, to scream, but he lay still feeling her hands running over his body and stopping on his cock. His body strained up into her hand, trying to force his cock into her hand. Soon enough she was stroking, expertly it seemed, before he knew he was hard as a rock, pulsing and aching with the need for climax.
“That should be sufficient Mr. Denster.” She motioned to her slaves raging hard on.
