Tits

“Pierce my nipples!” You are a little surprised at what just came out of your mouth.

Christa grins. “Are you certain? This can be overwhelming for some some.”

Do it.

“I want my tits pierced.”

“Tits it is. Show them to me.”

You peel up your top as Christa pulls out shirt black rods with little balls on the end. She looks over your breasts.

“Very nice Wendy. Are you ready, this will hurt.”

You nod your head and thrust out your tits. She jams the sharp end of the rod through your nipple. The pain is intense. You moan.

“Are you ready for the second?”

“Yes!” You pant.

Again you feel a stab of pain. The second one is more pleasurable though.

“There, they look perfect.”

She gives one a tug. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly floors you.

Sexy.

You look down at your mini you tattoo and notice she has pierced nipples as well.

“Want to have some fun?”

“Fuck yes! What did you have in mind?”

Christa hands you a flogger. It is made from all black supple leather. A dozen or so leather strings dangle from an ornate handle. You slap it against your hand. It makes a lovely sound and leaves your hand stinging.

“Do you like it?”

“Mm...yes.”

“It suits you. You can keep it.”

“I couldn’t...”

“You can and you should.”

You clutch it tightly. “Alright.”

“Now for some fun. I have a **** I haven’t fully broken. You can play with him.”

You nod. “Sounds like fun.”

“First a gift though.”

She hands you a box which contains a leather top and leather pants just like hers.

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure. We’ll see how it suits you. Now come.”

You follow Christa into a little dungeon. A well muscled, tan, black haired man is ball gagged and shackled to the wall.

“Fuck yeah! My kind of fun.”

Tease him first.

You walk over to him. You run your nails across his chest, hard enough to leave a mark. He shivers.

“I hear you need to learn obedience.”

“Mmpht.”

You laugh. “I can’t hear you.”

“Mmpht!”

“I still can’t hear you.”

You swat him hard with the flogger.

“Mmmpht!”

You swat him again. You pause, fondling his hardening cock. You give a yank and he begins crying.

Delicious. Hit him one more time, harder.

You wind up and smack him with the flogger. He looks broken.

“Now you need to learn obedience.”

You smile as he nods vigorously.

“Very nice, Wendy.”

She places a strong, confident hand on your shoulder.

“You are going to make a fine protege. You should be honored, our kind rarely expands our number.”

You aren’t quite sure what she means.

“It’s after hours Wendy you should head home.”

And put some GothPunk Purple on your little spawn while she sleeps.

As you turn to go, Christa grabs you and kisses you. The kiss is truly odd, each of you fighting to be the aggressor. After a few minutes it ends, leaving you aroused and hungry for more.

You leave and head home.