Pierced Price (short story)
She was quite the exotic pet, dressed all in shining black – short dress, high boots, long gloves – kneeling in the middle of the massive, leather padded platform. Her high stiff collar and the chains holding her wrist cuffs out at her sides left little doubt as to her status as a slave.
Still, she was new to the establishment and would have to be subjected the usual rigorous testing before being accepted. Her file saif her name was Lois. When she confirmed this fact in answer to his question, the ring and stud trough her tongue piercings glinted in the dim dungeon light. Clearly, she was an exotic prize as promised.
He was anxious to see more. The dress split conveniently down the front. Pulling it away from her body, he took in the sights, and marvellous they were. In addition to the riches of her lush, fairskinned body itself, she wore intriguing permanent adornments in the form of thick nipple rings to match the rings through the lips of her shaved pussy. Lois would be a valuable addition to the household, if she possessed the sense of true submission her body decorations implied.
Standing her on her feet, he raised her arms to the hoisting bar, exposing her body fully to the lash. For this one, something demanding was in order, such as the short, braided stock whip. It whistled through the air to land with a smarting crack across her nice, firm rump which jiggled pleasingly under the impact. The first crimson stripe rose almost immediately. She marked easily, which would mean she would always where stripes along with her jewelry, a most attractive prospect.
Lois took the whip well, breathing heavily and occasionally crying out under a particularly stinging stroke, but she didn't protest or beg for mercy or offer any bribes in return for leniency. Clearly, someone had taken the time to train this girl correctly.
It seemed a more demanding trial would be in order. Suspending lead weights from her nipple and labia rings, he again apllied the whip. In order to avoid bouncing the weights, Lois had to remain quite still. Even under the hardest blows, the weights scarcely swayed. Indeed, he was certain, seeing how the lower set of weights spread her inner lips open, that he detectet a distinct wetness from the proceedings thus far. A most auspicious sign.
Lois did equally well on all fours, arching her nicely rounded behind up to meet each lash, counting clearly out loud as ordered. Though he had little doubt she would be suitable, there was a final test remainding. He released her from the platform and, snapping a light leash onto the ring in the end of her tongue, led her in handcuffs to his private quarters.
Still, she was new to the establishment and would have to be subjected the usual rigorous testing before being accepted. Her file saif her name was Lois. When she confirmed this fact in answer to his question, the ring and stud trough her tongue piercings glinted in the dim dungeon light. Clearly, she was an exotic prize as promised.
He was anxious to see more. The dress split conveniently down the front. Pulling it away from her body, he took in the sights, and marvellous they were. In addition to the riches of her lush, fairskinned body itself, she wore intriguing permanent adornments in the form of thick nipple rings to match the rings through the lips of her shaved pussy. Lois would be a valuable addition to the household, if she possessed the sense of true submission her body decorations implied.
Standing her on her feet, he raised her arms to the hoisting bar, exposing her body fully to the lash. For this one, something demanding was in order, such as the short, braided stock whip. It whistled through the air to land with a smarting crack across her nice, firm rump which jiggled pleasingly under the impact. The first crimson stripe rose almost immediately. She marked easily, which would mean she would always where stripes along with her jewelry, a most attractive prospect.
Lois took the whip well, breathing heavily and occasionally crying out under a particularly stinging stroke, but she didn't protest or beg for mercy or offer any bribes in return for leniency. Clearly, someone had taken the time to train this girl correctly.
It seemed a more demanding trial would be in order. Suspending lead weights from her nipple and labia rings, he again apllied the whip. In order to avoid bouncing the weights, Lois had to remain quite still. Even under the hardest blows, the weights scarcely swayed. Indeed, he was certain, seeing how the lower set of weights spread her inner lips open, that he detectet a distinct wetness from the proceedings thus far. A most auspicious sign.
Lois did equally well on all fours, arching her nicely rounded behind up to meet each lash, counting clearly out loud as ordered. Though he had little doubt she would be suitable, there was a final test remainding. He released her from the platform and, snapping a light leash onto the ring in the end of her tongue, led her in handcuffs to his private quarters.
11 years ago