He leads her to a building they have never been to. She doesn't know what He has planned, but she trusts Him fully. Compared to the full sun outside, the interior of the building is dark. He greets the man inside as she looks around. A tattoo parlor. She cringes, not wanting a tattoo. But, she trusts Him. She looks up at the man her Master is talking to. A tall black man, his muscles visible even under the stark white shirt. He catches her eye and smiles, a friendly smile. She instantly feels safe, welcome. The man leads them to the back room.
The lighting here is better, mainly focused in one place though. Beneath that bright light is a chair, one you would see when visiting a female doctor. She looks at her Master with a question written across her expressive face. He smiles as He leans close to her ear, "Trust me."
She does. She trusts Him completely. He begins to remove her clothes, folding each article and placing it to the side. At His word she climbs onto the chair, naked as the day she was born. He smiles at His girl, at her obedience, her trust. "This is Sam. You can call him Sir."
She locks eyes with the man again, his dark brown eyes smiling as she greets him, "Hello Sir."
He returns the greeting before grasping a strap at the side of the chair and wrapping it around her wrist, securing her to the chair. Her Master secures the other wrist. Another strap comes across her belly, tightening enough to hold her in place. Her feet are placed in stirrups, thighs and calves strapped in place. Knees bent, her legs are parted, revealing her innermost parts, cunt glistening in the light.
Her Master walks to her, opening a small box, very similar to a ring box, only slightly larger. Nestled inside are three rings, tiny hoops of gold. She blushes as she suddenly realizes why they are here, what His plans are. She looks down at her breasts, her nipples hardening, her eyes traveling back to her Master. He smiles as she nods her head, willing to continue.
Her Master nods to Sir as He reaches out and teases her left nipple, feeling the bud harden beneath His experienced fingers. Sir walks over and watches for a moment. Her eyes drift shut as she waits. His gentle touch relaxes her, hands on her breast, preparing it for the jewelry. Suddenly, a pinch, a tight pinch, a painful pinch! Her eyes fly open as she gasps, looking down to see the ring attached to her nipple. She looks at her Master, a silent plea on her lips, wanting to beg... no more. It hurts. His fingers stroke her hair, calming her. She sighs softly.
Her Master's hands move to her right nipple. Her eyes stay on His, seeing the sadistic look on His face, knowing what He is thinking. Her right nipple is more sensitive. His hand rises to tug her lip from her teeth; she didn't even realize she was biting it. He watches her reaction as the nipple is pierced, the gold ring sliding into her flesh. A soft cry escapes her lips as the pain grips her for a moment.
"Good girl. You are doing great." Her Master's praises help calm her racing heart. The pain fades to a dull ache. She looks at Sir, watching as He moves to a stool strategically placed between her spread legs.
"Oh my, this girl is dripping wet!"
Her Master joins Sir, smiling at her reaction to the pain. "Oh yes, my girl likes a bit of pain."
Sir licks his lips unconsciously, the motion not missed by her Master. "Go ahead my friend, feel free to taste her."
Without another thought Sir leans forward. She gasps softly as his tongue gently parts her folds, sliding inside to coax more juices from her. Hands clenched at her sides, she unsuccessfully tries to scoot closer to the mouth pleasuring her. Sir lifts up, smacking his lips. He whistles, one short whistle, and points to the place at his feet. She hears someone else in the room, barely able to see the other girl scurry to her place. A zipper moves and Sir moans softly. Then she hears the tell-tale sounds of a slave giving her Master pleasure, the sloppy wet sounds of a cock thrusting in and out, the girl gagging on its size.
His mouth drops back to her waiting cunt with more passion than before. Two fingers slide deep, stroking her g-spot, as he sucks hard on her clit. Head tilted back, she groans as his touch brings her oh so close. His fingers withdraw to slide over her outer lips, tongue lapping at the juices. She melts against the chair as she drifts away from the peak. Suddenly, he thrusts them deep again, another finger added to fill her aching cunt. A gasp, a whimper, her eyes searching for her Master, begging for release. He chuckles, watching His hot slave, absentmindedly stroking the bulge in His pants.