Baby maker?

I hadn’t really ever thought this through fully but the idea was oddly exciting. A part of me wanted it desperately and this terrified me. “Um… this was meant to be for five days.” I hedged.

Mr. Henricks just smirked. “I can make it longer or shorter. It’s all about what I want now, remember?” He said.

He was in control. “But… it isn’t just about babies. There is a huge commitment for children. And I’m young in this body…”

Mr. Henricks nodded. “And I’m young in yours. I suppose we could agree to a trial run. If you get pregnant, we could consider it a sign of things to come. But for now, let’s not worry about it. I’m more interested in how you handle being in Claire’s body in public. It’s time to get dressed and go out for dinner. We’ll see if you can keep your hands to yourself and behave like a lady should in public. But no underwear. And a dress with a short hem and low cut in front. Heals and… oh dear you need pierced ears. Get me a pin and some matches. It’s time for you to get your ears pierced.”

I nodded obediently, my mind racing with thoughts of what this night would bring. I’d never worn a dress or heels in my life and the idea was a novelty. But piercings…

I retrieved the items and handed them to him, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. He lit the match to sterilise the pin and let it cool before pressing it to my earlobes. I gasped in pain but didn’t flinch, feeling a rush of endorphins as I felt the pin sliding through my right ear with surprising gentleness. I felt a strange sense of pride in enduring the pain and he chuckled in amusement as he made me into more of a lady.

“Now the left.

I nodded and took a deep breath, the scent of the match lingering in the air. I felt the warmth of the metal and a sharp pinch as the pin slid through my left earlobe. The pain was quick and surprisingly bearable, leaving a new sensation of adornment as the piercing was complete.

“Hmmm. Nipple or clit?” He asked.

“What?” I asked.

“You heard me. You need jewellery. Now which would you like first?” He was teasing me but his tone was serious.

I wanted to deny him, really I did, but my inherent subservience made me blush instead. The idea of him controlling me like this was a turn on and I felt both my clit and my nipples growing erect in response. He noticed. “Um… clit?” I replied with a little voice.

He laughed and nodded. “Good girl. We’ll save the tits for another day. I want you to experience this fully.” He took the sterilised pin and approached my naked body, his cock still half hard and glistening with our combined juices. I felt a strange sense of vulnerability and need as he bent over and slid the pin through my clit hood. The pain was sharp but as he slid it through the tip of my clit I felt a spike of pleasure and a new sensation that I’d never felt before. The blood rushed to my cheeks and my breath hitched. “Now hold still,” he said as he pushed it through. The pain was intense but he was right. It was a sort of pleasure too. A masochistic thrill that I’d never experienced in my male body.