Princess Albert

You were on all fours, in front of your Master, Trevor. You were kissing his big, black boots. You were kissing his hateful tattoos. You were on the precipice of losing yourself again.

He fastened a thick black dog collar around your neck.

"We're going for a little trip, ****," he said, smirking. He was all muscle and dominance and cock, and you couldn't say no, even if you wanted to.

"Going where, Master?" you asked. Part of you wouldn't have said no to anything. He could have taken you to a tattoo parlor or a wedding chapel and you'd agree.

"It's a secret," he said. He drove you, in your dog collar, in his big pickup truck, the antithesis of your 'vanilla' life. Until you reached a piercing parlor.

"I want my **** with some jewelry," Trevor said simply. You swallowed, and both of you entered.

If the owner of the joint was surprised that you were a transsexual, he didn't show it. Your ears were pierced. Your tongue was pierced. Your nipples were pierced. Your belly was pierced. And to top it all off, you got a Prince Albert on the tip of your cock.

"This is the main one I wanted you to get, ****," Trevor whispered into your ear. "When you heal, we'll get a chastity cage that locks into it... and you'll be mine. Forever."