Decline the offer

The man was nice, but you know that offers like his always come with strings. You politely decline before heading to your car. Instead of driving home though, you head to the tattoo parlor just down the street from your apartment building. If you’re a cow, you are missing a few important accessories.

You explain what you want to the man, James, and he grins back at you.

“I love a sub that knows their place.”

He ushers you into a chair that seems like it should belong in a gynecologist's office rather than a tattoo shop and straps you down, “So you don’t move and mess up my work.”

Just as you asked for, he puts a thick ring through your septum then welds it shut. An ear piercing with a tag that reads just says “WHORE” is made just as permanent.

Originally you wanted a tattoo on your ass, but James convinces you into letting him tattoo your bald head instead. The back of it now says “COW” in thick black letters so even the people who can’t see your pathetic udders will know what you are.

He also easily talks you into a tongue ring though he doesn’t weld it shut so a dominant can switch it out for a stud if they want.

You're more resistant when he wants to put heavy, weighted rings into your labia “because cows like you should have ugly stretched flaps not pretty pussies,” but when he promises you an orgasm if you let him pierce your labia and clitoral hood, you’re sold.

One after another, James pierces your labia again and again. Every hole gets a heavy metal ring that is welded shut. By the time he has run out of space, your whole groin aches but you now have 12 labia rings and a smaller ring with a tiny little bell dangles from your clit hood.

True to his word, James gives you permission to orgasm.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, “You can have one orgasm at any point, but only one orgasm. I hope you are on birth control, stupid cow, cause I won’t be using a condom.”

You're not on birth control, but he doesn’t wait for you to reply, just unzips his pants and slams inside. With every punishing thrust the hard zipper of his pants presses into your sore cunt and it hurts in just the right way. His hard dick is just the right size too and you are moaning with every thrust. Begging for more, harder, faster.

You’ve been on edge since you first found the rulebook yesterday and you still haven’t cum. It isn’t long before you are at the edge and peaking and yes, yes, yes. You cum so hard you black out.

You don’t know how long you are **** for, but when you come around James is cleaning his tools. You can feel his cum leaking out of you and you can’t help the shiver of arousal that flows down your spine. He kept fucking you even after you passed out.

He helps you stand on your shaky legs and the heavy rings pull and stretch your labia down just how he said they would.

“Come back when those are healed and I’ll add some weights free of charge. Let’s see how much they can stretch.”

A gush of your slick mixed with his cum runs down your thighs.