CHAPTER 1 - ORIENTATION
Tamsin woke up lazily. For a few moments she could not actually remember where she was.
Her surroundings were unfamiliar and she vaguely remembered she was not in her own house. She leaned up on one elbow and scanned the room. It was a nice clean bedroom, painted in white. The matrass felt quite new and the sheets and covers were milky white. She remembered more clearly now. This is Gavin's house. She stayed at the house for three weeks now but never stayed in this room. She slowly rolled over towards the window and took in the view outside. She presumed she must be on the first floor.
The light in the room was very bright, which made her think it was no longer early morning. There was no clock in the room, which made it hard to tell exactly what time it was. She couldn't quite remember what had happened the previous night? Her memory was in a daze, as if she was seeing images through a fog.
As she shifted her weight she felt some discomfort in her posterior. Her bottom actually ached. Without looking, she nervously slid her hands down her buttocks towards her anus. As she got closer she noticed a sound. It was the jangle of a chain. She reached down behind her and found the chain. It was somehow attached to her! She carefully followed the chain closer to her own body and touched the metal base of some kind of ball-shaped device inserted in to her rear. She tried to grip the base and pull, but it was wedged in tight. There was no give to it at all. She hoped someone would come and help her remove it as she really needed to relieve herself. Her inflicted constipation was causing her a lot of discomfort.
She followed the chain over the mattress and noticed the chain had been padlocked to the right leg of the bedframe. She was actually locked to the bed with very little room for movement. She might have panicked but realised there was no need to be frightened. Gavin, her dominant master, always had plans for her, and he wouldn't just leave her to second guess his next action. She was sure he would show up here in the next few minutes. At least she hoped so. Gavin did have ways of making her nervous and it was hard to tell what would happen next. Her experiences so far had been somewhat frightening, but had always been pleasurable in their conclusions.
Tamsin tried to think and remember. Gavin and his friends had been playing naughty games with her over the last few days. There are things that they had done to her that she could now barely remember. She started to remember the more dramatic and painful things he had inflicted on her. Chaining her to the wall, flogging her back, caning her rear, caning her feet, twisting her nipples, fingering her in vulgar manner, whipping her pale breasts and covering her breasts with lines and welts. Almost all of these small injuries had faded now, leaving only two think pink diagonal lines on her breasts.
Gavin had given in to his sadistic streak too much and caught her breasts twice with a cane. She had groaned and writhed in pain at the time, but she strangely remembered the painful episodes with fondness and pleasure.
It was strange to her, that even thinking of getting flogged or caned like that again, no longer filled her with dread. It started to make her a little bit excited. However, there were other tortures and treatments she had endured that were too humiliating and demeaning to think about. Like the ones she experienced last night. She quickly put them out of her head.
She leaned over on her back and made sure the chain ran clear from her behind. She started to explore her naked body. She spread her legs and bent her knees, so that the plug in her anus was given all the space it insisted on taking.
She felt and explored her breasts and looked for all the large and little changes to her body.
The most noticeable one were her nipple piercings. There was nothing pretty or delicate about them. A single piercing was a small block. It fitted together in two parts on either side of her distended nipple. It created a small hole in her nipple, a hole that would hold small weights or a lead clip.
The initial piercings to her nipples had been a bit painful, but the piercings of her nipples had healed well. She didn't dare play or try and remove the small blocks. Gavin was in charge of that. She didn't particularly like her nipples, but they were fun, and she hoped the piercings wouldn't permanently damage her 'little torpedoes', as she called them.
The piercings were healing nicely and the holes would close if she ever decided to have them removed. She very much enjoyed being pierced all over. It made her feel very sensual.
Tamsin continued to explore the changes that were made to her pussy. There were two small, but thick rings inserted in to the top of her outer labia. They held a third of her pussy shut, and made inserting fingers and toys hard, but not impossible. She felt for the piercing inserted in to her hood. She pulled at it playfully and loved how it always delicately landed on her clit. It felt very fine indeed.
She ran a hand up to her face and felt the black steel ring inserted in to the septum of her nose. She touched it carefully, sensitive not to hurt herself.
Her nose, nipples and pussy had all been pierced. She felt like a freak and it was her idea! Gavin had only listened to her fantasies and assisted in her transition from fantasy to reality.
She had met Gavin through an online BDSM chatroom and had discussed her fantasies of becoming a pierced sex slave. Gavin confessed to being a sadistic dominant and had patiently listened to her ideas.
Gavin had dispelled some of her silly ideas about BDSM and had explained about what made good practical sadomasochistic play and what didn't. His explanations had made sense to her and he had dissuaded her from trying too much too soon. Gavin could be such a know-it-all, but he seemed to display sound judgement based on his own research and experience.
Their discussions were flirtatious, informative and fun. Gavin was fun to be around and was a fun natural teacher, even though Tamsin was quite sure she was older than he was.
She couldn't believe what Gavin was explaining to her or what private secrets she admitted in sincerity to him. Her life so far had been so careful and prudent. She knew she was missing out on something exciting. She shocked herself when she admitted to wanting to become a slut covered in piercings. Gavin had offered a helping hand by suggesting she take a kinky holiday at his house so she could experiment in safety. He had suggested a 4 week long stay, and if things went well for everyone, possibly longer. Tamsin was between jobs anyway and was not in a hurry to find yet another job that wasn't a good match. She had been in the same job for 14 years and wanted a change. Her savings would support her for now and she knew she could get another job quite quickly. Her experiences at Gavin's house would help her clear her mind and help her revaluate her wishes and priorities for the next stage in her life.
Gavin had outlined his kinky wishes as well. He explained the things he was happy to do for her, as well as those things she wanted that he declined, and so the two kinksters started to negotiate. Gavin's wishes sounded scary and strange, but somehow compelling. Tamsin desperately wanted some severe BDSM experiences in her life, and Gavin sounded like a responsible guide. Tamsin never thought she would have the nerve to go through with it. However, one tired and lonely Friday night, after half a bottle of wine, she decided to take the plunge.
Two weeks later, they went to a tattoo and piercings parlour and Tamsin was given her desired transformation. She was given advice on how let the piercings clean and had the piercings artist inspect her a few weeks later to make sure everything was as it should be. Gavin became her master and she became his slave, and they played. Softly and friendly at first, and soon their exchange became more painful and restrictive. She started posting Gavin pictures of herself, teasing him, and Gavin called her his 'little pierced piglet'.
He was right, of course. The very thought of being treated like a beast, made her wet.
To be a household pet, that did what it was told and got fucked at intervals. What a wonderful thought.
As she groaned at her own dirty thoughts, she started to rub her pussy.
Just as she was getting in to it, there was a light knock on the door.
There was a moment's silence, and then the door opened slightly.
A small brunette woman peaked in, and smiled brightly at Tamsin.
She said; "Good morning, sleepy head!".
The brunette was dressed in a figure-hugging leather dress and smart leather boots.
Her face was petite with a soft bob of well-cut brown hair.
