Oh course. I am a good girl after all.

I started to run my tongue around John’s cockhead, I could tell was enjoying it by the throb that ran through his cock. The throb was particularly noticeable as the needle through his cock pulled against my cheeks.

I heard a gasp from Mark, but it wasn’t a gasp of pleasure. I found it infuriating that I couldn’t turn my head to have a look, but, guessed that was part of the point. I ran my tongue under John’s foreskin as he stroked my hair and I heard him whisper. “This is just the start.”

I moaned before listening to him continue, “You let me and I will take you to such places where pain and pleasure are one and the same. Where you will beg for me to hurt you and give yourself up willingly to the pain.”

He tasted sweet, but there was a distinct metallic tang. Part of my guessed that there was blood, after all he did have a chunk of metal shoved through his cock.

“I will take you to the edge of orgasms, and as you cross into the point of no return I will hurt you in such glorious ways that you will forever link pain with pleasure.” I moaned again at his words as I continued to work his cock.

In the background I could hear both Mistress and Mark moaning, Mistress’s moans were muffled, probably by Mark’s cock.

John continued as he stroked my hear, it was a caring touch, not loving but supportive. “I will shift the grey area between pleasure and pain that you will beg me to hurt you. You will beg me to squeeze you as you ride me. To squeeze you in such a way that a rib cracks just as you reach your climax and the pain will push you over the edge.”

I rocked my hips while keeping my head still. “I will blur that line to such a point that you will beg me to nail you to a wall just so you can experience the pleasure of the nails being hammered home.”

His cock was seeping so much precum, but I couldn’t swallow properly with the needle through my cheek. My own saliva dripped from my mouth onto my still needled breasts as I listened to his words and craved what he said.

“I will teach you the pleasure of being broken, bones will crack, and you will shudder in pleasure. Joints will be dislocated, and you will cum for me. A knife will part your skin and you will beg for more pleasure.”

It was a struggle to hold still as I continued to try and please him. I had long ago realised that just his narrative would be enough to make him cum but I desired this, I desired to try and please him while I was literally attached to his cock. Fixed in place as if I was nothing but a receptacle for his pleasure.

“And when you are ready, I will take you further and you will thank me. You will thank me even as you black out from the pleasure of having your body broken, torn and defiled.” I moaned as I came, spraying the ground under me with my own juices.

He followed me moments later, his cock thickened, pulling on my cheeks as his cock pulsed and he started to fill my mouth.

Unable to swallow his cum just ran from my mouth over my pierced tits as I moaned onto him. Distantly I heard a moan of orgasm from Mark.

Master John’s orgasm lasted a good thirty seconds, pulse after pulse filling my mouth, but it was too short for me.

When I felt him start to soften the pulling on my cheeks intensified. Just as it started to reach the point of pain John swiftly pulled the needle out of us and withdrew.

I barely had a moment to breath before Mistress pressed her lips to mind. I could taste blood and cum and looked to the side to see Mark, still with an erection, with a long thin line of blood along the top of his cock.

Mistress had cut him and sucked him, mixing his cum with his blood which she now passed to me in a passionate kiss.

Her experienced and deft hands pulled the needles from my tits as we kissed. Somewhere in the exchange I came again and as soon as the kiss was complete; I collapsed.

Mistress looked at Master John and although I could not see it, I could hear her smile. “I think we are done for the night.”

I went to protest but on my side I could see the clock in the room, obscured by plastic I looked at it. Somehow four hours had passed. Four hours since Mark and I had arrived.

Mistress kissed Mark on the lips, “Thank you,” she said. “Now you should take Kimmie to the bathroom, have a shower, there are robes there for you both and we will meet you in the living room for food and drink.” I could barely think as I listened to her words, my body wracked with endorphins.

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)