"First we will pierce the uvula with a sublimely delicate ring, allowing for sufficient purchase for our purposes but not so cumbersome as to cause more than the necessary discomfort on inhalation. This will be the anchor for the silver web we will weave upon your as yet unenhanced canvas."
Removing His waistcoat and clerical bib Bill was able to admire the remarkable blue red and green suspenders He had chosen to wear today.
"The next task is to pierce the tongue. This will be in the form of a simple barbell passed through the center with the use of a cannula. I have of course adapted the top ball of the barbell in order for our skein to pass through and be held in place with a tiny grub screw."
Alice was finding the commentary incredibly orgasmic and was nodding her head in a consistent rhythm to produce rippling anal eruptions.
"Next we have the nipples. My preference is for over sized rings with weights affixed for extra stretch but in this case I am seriously considering something purely decorative."
Father William lowered his head allowing Imogen to place the neck strap of a very practical green latex apron into place and tie the waist securely behind His back.
"Then of course we have the navel. A truly wondrous anatomical region created perfectly for any artist to do His work. The whole interior seems to move beneath Ones hands as the curved needle slides meticulously through flesh to allow for exquisite adornment."
The long latex gloves reached beyond Daddy Bills elbows but were of such cunning construction that no movement or tactile quality was hampered in any way.
"Now we reach the clitoris, the very core of female erotic pleasure and the further point of our exotic trail. I am thinking a ring, an extremely bulbous ring jostling against the inner labia with every movement."
Father William's hands were raised in benediction as he completed the beautiful narrative. Alice had orgasmed consistently throughout His sermon, the prospective human pincushion seemed decidedly less enamored.
Each piercing took but a few seconds. Daddy Bill was well practiced and from the moment the clamp first bit into flesh to the completed anatomical decoration seemed to Alice a blur of consummate dexterity. Pincushion gagged consistently through the uvula insertion. Father William had fortunately taken the precaution of fixing her jaw widely open with the sensible use of an orthodontist mouth spreader and Imogen ably assisted in anchoring what otherwise would have been a wildly moving target with a grasped handful of hair behind each ear. Daddy Bills face was a mask of concentration yet still managed to covey the rapturous angelic appearance of a devout postulate. Alice was amazed how little sanguine spillage occurred. The instruments were perfectly prepared and superbly wielded.
Bill moved quickly to the tongue. A much less fiddly operation, once the organ was successfully captured within specifically designed forceps designed and the tip drawn from its moist enclosure the barbell seemed to fly into place. A momentary drop of the surgical mask, a quick sip of a nice crisp Chardonnay and Daddy Bill was ready to continue his pastoral work.
Gesturing for Imogen to step forward He generously allowed her to arouse pincushions nipples. The first few caresses were simply teasing licks and bites hoping to excite the little buds into full bloom. For some improbable reason they remained shriveled and uninterested and Imogen was obliged to consider sterner methods of persuasion. Nipple clamps began to grab their attention, particularly when tightened to the point of almost flattening the still semi flaccid weaning augmentations completely. Finally they awoke sufficiently for Uncle Bills needs and brushing Imogen aside His miraculous hands ringed them with delicate bejeweled circlets of burnished steel.
"I need a moment's respite Imogen."
As He spoke Daddy Bill lifted His latex apron up to the waist and Alice was delighted to peruse the delicious outline of a nice thick eight inch cock tubing the barathea cloth along the inside of His left thigh. Unfortunately for Alice it was Imogen whom had the honor and duty to pamper the wondrous organ and she happily dropped in supplication before her Daddies waiting frame.
Alice had witnessed many wondrous exhibitions of fellatio and considered herself no mean proponent but Imogen took the cake as the supreme example of oral phallic manipulations. Without the slightest use of hands Imogen parted her Daddies trousers and hoovered the monstrous mushroom head into her famished mouth. Such delicacy, such precision, a perfect symbiosis of thought and deed her lips slid along the thick shaft to lath its length. Now Alice could witness the true brilliance of Imogen's lingual adaption in both purely esthetic considerations as well as applied efficacy.
The tip had the dexterity of a pachyderm's proboscis, able to touch with sensual lightness or grip tightly with dark desperate passion. The lingual split had been carefully calculated to ensure maximum enclosure of Daddy Bills thick pole when needed without reducing any of the velvet upper surfaces moist hot tactile qualities.
"Daddy Bill you're a fucking genius!"
Her words poignant simplicity, spit from behind the ball gags confinement encapsulated every emotive feeling that could course a penitent's body and soul. If ever man deserved beatification the Venerable William de Pierce was He! Father Williams right hand raised skywards, moving in the prescribed gesture of universal benediction whilst His left grasped the pumping shaft of His celestial organ and bathed Alice's devout features in holy balm from forehead to chin, then ear to ear.
