My Lucky Life

Chapter VI

I let her stay there, kissing my shoes and begging like a common street whore for a few minutes. Finally I stood up and walked behind her. She was very nervous now. Her eyes followed me until she couldn't see me anymore. She was looking straight ahead now. I told her to get up and she immediately did. That ass was just so nice to look at. A better ass God never did make.

Next, I instructed her to go to the corner of the of the room and stand there with her nose firmly planted in it while I decided what to do with her. I went into my study and shut the door. Quickly I turned on the new camera equipment I had bought and watched her.

I now had to decide what the next best plan of action should be. This got me excited and that led me to remember that I still hadn't fucked her yet. Well, the time was almost right but first, I wanted to decorate her body with a few piercings. This should further cement her submissive position and I thought that a few piercings would look wonderful. I decided to tell her, then punish her and finally send her home to think about it.

I went back downstairs and saw her, obediently standing in the corner, waiting for the rest of her punishment. I walked to her and put my arm around her waist and quickly pulled her to me for an embrace. She clutched me and began to cry once more telling me how sorry she was and asking me for forgiveness.

I stood there holding her and let her cry it out. After she had quieted down I stood back and gazed down at her. "Sarah, on Monday, you will prove to me your willingness to be with me. You will prove to yourself how much you want to be with me. Because on Monday, I'm going to mark you as mine." I continued to look her directly in the eyes as I spoke. "On Monday, I'm going to take you to get your nipples pierced." I studied her face and I could see a look of concern come over her. But what she heard next would really be the test. "I'm also going to have your clit pierced." She closed her eyes and I thought she would cry again.

But she only whispered, "Yes sir. Thank you sir. I wont let you down." The tension in her body was immense, I could see it and feel it. The thought of her getting her clit pierced was terrifying. But she was willing to do it without protest. That was promising, until she spoke again.

"But sir. Ummm, how will I..I mean, I want to do it for you, I really do, but at school. You know in the locker room. the other girls will see it and...." She was looking up at me hoping she had made a strong enough case against the idea. I was ready for it because I had thought about this situation before.

"Sarah. It's going to happen. You need to figure out a way to avoid embarrassing questions. As a matter of fact, how do you avoid embarrassing questions about your bald pussy?" I was right of course. I had long expected her to relay to me at least one inquiry she got from one of her girl friends about it, but over the past several weeks she never mentioned it. This was the deciding factor. I figured she had found a way to gain privacy with regards to the locker room. Her pleas were completely transparent to me as not a plea for discretion, but a way in which she might be able to avoid what she didn't want to happen. When I asked her about her bald pussy, she knew she had been caught and she clearly was ashamed. I didn't press it.

I sat down and told her to lay over my lap. It was time for her punishment. She bit her lip and reluctantly walked over to me. Damn she was a hot little thing! She lay herself over my lap with her ass sticking up slightly. I gave her the first smack with my bare hand. It was hard, very hard. She yelped and her hands immediately went to sooth her stinging ass.

"Remove your hands, you naughty girl." She did but before I gave her the next swat, I admonished her further.

"You've really disappointed me Sarah." SMAK!

"You've carried on and begged and pleaded and got down on your hands and knees" SMAK!

"And through it all, you did not once, ask for the punishment you so rightly deserve." SMAK! She was crying now.

"That's very unfortunate." SMAK! These swats were all extremely hard and I, in between each one, was fighting her attempts to cover her ass with her hands.

"It shows me that you have a long way to go." SMAK!

"It shows me that all the work we've done up to now has been for naught." SMAK!

"I've been too easy on you." SMAK!

"I'm going to have to get much more strict." SMAK!

"Yes, it's going to be much tougher from here on out." SMAK!

"From now on, whenever you think you've been bad. Whenever you believe there is a slight possibility that you've disappointed me, you will ask, with conviction, for your rightful punishment. I want you to suggest a punishment. Don't go easy with the suggestion either. If you try to slink away from it, I'll make it ten times worse than it could have been. Do you understand?"

She cried out. "YES SIR!! YES SIR, I'M SOOO SORRY."

For the tenth and final swat, I put my full force into it. She hadn't yet experienced that, and she wont soon forget it. It was hard enough to make her fall off my lap. I was sure it would leave a bruise. Yes, I believed I drove my point home. But just in case, I would bring a little humiliation into it. I now know how much she hates that.

So, I got up, went over to the door, picked up her clothes and tossed them out onto the lawn. Then I walked over to her and forcibly picked her off the floor and drug her towards the door. As I did I explained "Go home and think about it. After school on Monday, I want you here ready to get pierced. Do you understand?"

She mumbled. "Yes sir." and I tossed her out, locking the door behind me.

The rest of the day was spent thinking about what she had told me and my fumbling of the whole situation. I had almost lost her. I had come within a hair's breath of loosing the best thing that had ever happened to me! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

At least it turned out Ok. No, wait. It had turned out much better than Ok. Now I knew that I could get away with practically anything I wanted to do to her. She definitely wasn't going to go anywhere now, no matter how much she hated the things I did. Yes, I had to come up with a whole new strategy. No, not a new strategy. A whole new game. It just switched from checkers to chess.

I decided that I would exert more and more control over her public life. Not just the time she spent with me. No, the time she spent at school, at home, at play. The piercing would be an excellent first step. It would be a constant reminder of our renewed relationship. It would be uncomfortable and comforting at the same time.

The second step would be to get her a new, sexier wardrobe. That may be a bit difficult as mom would have to be worked around. Yes, mom. That does throw a monkey wrench into things. I would have to figure out a way to deal with that.

I went to sleep that night brainstorming about the 'mom' situation.

On Sunday, I woke up with a clear head. I had actually thought of several ways to deal with the 'mom' situation.

Plan 'A'; I would simply ask if Sarah could move in with me. I considered this plan extremely risky. I would have to show all my cards and there would be no way for me to back out of it if things went sour. There were other problems too. This was a last resort.

Plan 'B' was quickly dismissed as a non option. I was actually astounded that it would have come to me. But, murder wasn't in my nature. Nope, I would rather loose Sarah than sink to that level.

No, plan 'C' was the best idea. Sometimes I forget that I have all this money. I know, it seems strange, but for a guy like me, it's actually easy to do. I don't spend, spend, spend like allot of lotto winners do. Sure, I have my nights out on the town. I like to go on expensive trips every now and again. But really, I mostly just stay low key and enjoy the things I acquired in my first few months of wealth. Like this house and my fast cars. I've thought about getting a pilot's license and buying a plane or, getting a boat. But really, I just enjoy the simple things in life. Consequently, my bank account has only gotten bigger over the past five years, even after the initial spending spree. So, it's easy to see how, every now and then, I overlook what money can do. But, my brainstorm last night would have to take full advantage of it. This is something I hadn't yet done. I would have to buy off some people.

Oh yes, the plan was actually very clever. I have a financial advisor. He and I have actually become good friends. He's invited me to some of his social gatherings and as a result I've met many more influential people. Let me back up a bit.

You see, the Panhandle of Florida is very remote. It's sparsely populated and allot of counties are actually quite poor. In fact, the locals call the panhandle 'L.A.' That stands for Lower Alabama. Consequently, the influential locals you meet are very influential. I had met the COO of a hospital four counties away at one of Tom's parties. Tom is my financial advisor. I knew that this man is a client of Tom's.

My plan was simple, yet a little risky. I would get Tom to have this guy recruit 'mom' to work at the hospital for a nice sum of money. But, you say, that would mean that Sarah would have to move away! This is the tricky part. Kids hate moving away from their friends. I would get Sarah to beg and pleaded with 'mom' to let her stay with me. On the weekends, I would send Sarah to visit with 'mom' and the rest of the time I would have Sarah all to myself. I hoped that eventually, the visits would become more rare. The nice thing about this plan is that if 'mom' didn't give in, I could just have Mr. COO rescind the job offer and everything would be back to normal. Brilliant! Now I would have to see if Mr. COO could be greased.

I talked to Tom at noon. He had just come back form church. I had laid out my plan, indicating that 'mom' was a friend I was trying to help out. You know, the sad story about how she hates her job, she doesn't get paid enough, and she has to work nights....blah, blah, blah. I made sure to tell Tom that if 'mom' ever knew I was doing this for her, she would never talk to me again. She was very independent, I lied. I explained how I would be willing to make a generous donation to the hospital and perhaps even subsidize a portion of 'mom's' salary. Perhaps Mr. COO wanted a new car or something.

Of course he thought it was a very noble thing for me to do and agreed to have a talk with Mr. COO. He would get back to me soon. So far, so good.

Monday rolled around and in anticipation of this evening's events, I made a few phone calls. One was to Anastasia.

She was referred to me by one of the strippers. I had made inquires about her doing some piercings on Sarah a week or two ago. Specifically about a clit piercing. Out talk had been lengthy and very educational.

Apparently, clit piercings are very rare. There are a number of things to worry about for the wearer and the piercer. Both before and after. The problem lies in the delicate nature of the clit. Infection can be catastrophic and know-how is paramount. If a clit piercing is done wrong, the wearer could lose her rosebud of pleasure. To top it off, not every female has a clit that can be pierced. So, each candidate has to be closely inspected. For those reasons, there aren't too many piercers who are willing to do a clit piercing. Anastasia, or Anna as she likes to be called, is one of the few in the state who can do it. She has the experience too. Evidently, she's done several dozen, often traveling all over the southeast to do it.

All this surprised me and I let her know that. She informed me that most "clit" piercings are actually clit hood piercings. Not actually penetrating the delicate flesh of the clit. Clit piercings also almost always have the side effect of making the clit much more sensitive to both pleasure and pain. She also informed me that the hood can be pulled back before the needle is inserted in such a manner that the clit is permanently exposed. This will induce a constant stimulation to the clit and as such, nearly constant arousal. One side effect with this is that, if the wearer isn't careful, the tissue of the clit can become hard and calloused, leading to an eventual and permanent damaging of the nerves. Of course this has the opposite effect to arousal. But, by wearing only the best silks, and proper maintenance, an exposed clit can be very erotic.

This was all music to my ears. I had been thinking about it since the day I talked to her, and now I was calling to make an appointment. Fortunately, she was receptive to doing the piercing after hours. The price was high for all this though. I didn't care.

Anna also made some recommendations as to what were and where to get the proper undergarments. I, of course already had a box full of Sarah's new panties. Quite costly I might add, but the quality was unsurpassed. Every pair was a thong or T back. All were made of the finest silks woven by the finest garment makes available. Each was handmade. I had no idea that any of this existed before, but their fabric selection was astounding and given the correct measurements, any and every cut imaginable could be made.

Sarah called just as school was letting out. She was walking over and would be at my door in 10 minutes. I passed the time by pacing up and down the hallway, peeking out the windows periodically waiting for her to walk down my driveway.

Finally she showed. Today, she was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans with a very cute pink T shirt that, once again exposed a generous portion of midriff. The shirt proclaimed that Sarah was a "Princess". Cute.

As soon as Sarah came in I told her to take her bra off. She immediately complied and we headed out to the car. On the ride over there she relayed to me how scarred she was and once again begged me to hold off on the "clit thing". I flatly refused and the rest of the ride was completed in silence with her wringing her hands.

We showed up at the salon where Anna does all her piercings. As Anna unlocked the door for us, I couldn't help but notice how high class the place was. I wondered how the stripper ever knew about it. My thoughts were interrupted as Anna ushered us inside.

She had a few pieces of paper work for Sarah to fill out and she ran my credit card for later billing. The paperwork consisted of a short medical history form , a consent form and last but not least, she asked to see Sarah's ID. I had already informed Sarah that she should make sure she showed the fake ID as underage teens can't get piercings without a parent's consent. I wasn't a parent.

She led us back, past the styling stations to a room, where Sarah and I were asked to put on a germ mask and booties that you see doctors wear in the hospital. I had no idea that it would be this clean. It was reassuring. We entered the room and it looked much like any doctor's office. White tile floor, white walls, lots of light. It was extremely professional. Sarah was now very nervous. I feared she would have a panic attack. Anna noticed also and calmed her with soothing words about how it would be over in just a few seconds. After Sarah appeared to be under control, Anna turned to me.

"Well, I have something that I would like you two to see. It's a new product, but very ingenious." She opened up a cabinet and produced a blue plastic box. She laid out the contents of the box on the stainless steel counter top. I couldn't quite make out what it was. Anna started her sales pitch. "These are brand new to the market." she picked up what looked like two halves of a grommet. And indeed she went on to explain that that's exactly what they were. You see, one half of the grommet goes over the needle, the hole is made, then the other half goes on the other side of the hole. Next, using a special tool, the two halves are joined together with a snap. She demonstrated. Each half has a lip that's a twice the size of the hole, so the grommet can never be forced through the hole. Next she produced a ring, except this one had about ten degrees cut out of it. On either end of the cut was a very tiny screw that could be screwed into the grommet. This made changing of the decoration extremely easy and pain free. The grommet would always be in the wearer. It would never come out. If I decided to change the ring size, or shape, I just grab my handy tool that comes with the kit and unscrew. Nice.

She explained that there were some upsides and downsides with it as she tossed the demo grommet into the trash. The upside is that the chance of infection is drastically reduced as the grommet will never be handled after it's inserted. Therefore, any sterilization that she does will be permanent. The downside is that once snapped together, the grommet is essentially there for life. It can only be removed through a delicate surgery. Especially after the wound has healed fully. She went on to explain that the skin has a tendency to attach itself to any foreign object, and removal is very difficult. She made sure to explain that having the clit pierced with one of these was almost assuredly permanent. Surgery to that area is much too risky.

I had a great big smile on my face. It was perfect! I looked over at Sarah and her face was ashen. She looked at me and I could see a hint of her chin trembling. I kept smiling as I spoke to her. "That's perfect honey, you should get that. Really, you need to get that. What do you think?"

I had made it clear to her which one I wanted, but only she could give the consent. She knew it too. She stammered out an answered. "Ye..Y..Yes. It's fine." She quickly looked away. I imagined Anna had seen this type of behavior before. She hardly flinched at the obvious reluctance that Sarah showed. I suppose as long as Sarah signed the consent form, that's all Anna cared about.

With that, Anna had Sarah take off her Jeans and panties, informing her that she needed to inspect her to make sure she was a good candidate. I hoped she was, if she wasn't, I would have to settle for a hood piercing instead. Boring, just like Sarah's panties. She was wearing a little white cotton number today. Tsk,Tsk,Tsk I thought. I had brought a pair of the new black silk panties. They were out in the car. Anna also noticed the cotton panties and asked Sarah if she would be getting her clit exposed or not. Sarah, of course had no idea what Anna was talking about. I informed Anna that Sarah and I had not discussed it. Anna looked a little surprised, but informed us that she would explain it after she had examined Sarah. Sarah pulled her panties down.

Anna had Sarah get up n the examining table. Then Anna extended two metal foot braces, just like the ones used at the Gyno's office. She instructed Sarah to place her feet up, with legs spread wide. It was a very nice site, but a bit too clinical a situation for me. Anna, in the mean time was just finishing up a good surgical scrubbing. Next, she got a pair of sterile latex gloves on and proceeded to sit on a roller stool. She slid over to Sarah and began poking and prodding. She made a comment that the lack of pubic hair is very beneficial. It would drastically decrease the chance of infection and make it easier for her to perform the piercing. Sarah was gaining some color back. Most of it in a deep red blush.

Finally, Anna stood up with a concerned look on her face. "Well, physically, she's a perfect candidate. But....

Damnit! "But what?" I said with dread.

"Well, we had discussed the exposed clit piercings and in this case, I really wouldn't recommend it."

Sarah had her hopes up, but the mention, again, of an exposed clit piercing confused her. Anna immediately began to describe what her concern was.

"So, this is how it works Sarah. I can give you a generic pierce that punctures both the hood and the clit in their normal state. Or, I can pull the hood down, perform the pierce, effectively stappeling the hood out of it's normal protective place. What this means is that your clit will always be exposed to any contact that may occur. This includes even the most delicate contact, like underwear. It will be constantly stimulated. You understand what I'm saying?"

Sarah had her eyes closed and I could tell that she would have burst out of the room had she any clothes on. She just nodded her head. Anna continued.

"Let me be more clear. You will be in a constant state of sexual arousal. This is almost irreversible, as I said earlier, with the use of the Grommets. I mean, to be clear, this will be for life. However, after close examination, it appears that your clit is extremely sensitive. More so than I've seen before. Is this true?"

Sarah uttered five words. "I think I'm going to be sick."

I looked over at her and so did Anna. She had a concerned look on her face as she set the tools down on the stainless counter. "Perhaps....maybe it's best that we do this another time then. When you've had more time to think about it."

Oh no, I thought. This wasn't good at all. Sarah immediately opened her eyes. They were filled with hope. She looked over at me and my facial expression said everything. I need not make any motion, or say a word. She could tell just by looking at me what I thought of that idea. She closed her eyes again and said she would be fine.

"Are you sure dear?" Sarah nodded her head. "I don't want to do it, if you don't want it done. This is a most permanent operation. Like I said before, reversal is extremely difficult. I want to make sure you understand this before I continue."

Sarah responded "No, I'm fine, really. I'm sorry, it's..you know, kind of scary. That's all."

"Yes, I understand. Just try to relax, take deep breaths. It will all be over shortly." Anna once again began preparing her tools. Crisis averted!

"So, as I was saying Sarah. It appears to me that your clit is very sensitive. Is that true?"

"Yes" it was a whisper.

"Right...hmmm. Honestly, I don't know if it would be such a good idea to give you an exposed clit pierce. From the looks of things down there, at least, I would imagine that it could be a very hard thing to deal with. I've had customers give me feedback on this and what they say is that the stimulation is a fantastic thing, some of the time. Mostly though, it gives them allot of, how do we say...trouble."

I wanted to hear more. This was delicious. "How so, Anna?" I asked.

"Well, they've reported difficulties in concentration. I mean, imagine a constant hard on, except ten times more sensitive. It can be a little hard to deal with the constant arousal. And in Sarah's case, it seems that her arousal would be...more intense than most." She looked at me, then down at Sarah. "Another thing to think about is dealing with the secretions. That can get embarrassing as you might imagine. There's also maintenance. With this type of piercing, constant maintenance is a must. I'm going to recommend a salve and it should be applied five times a day..for as long as you keep you're clit exposed. And, as I said before, that could be a very long time. All of these things are something to think about. Like I said, my customers generally enjoy it, but it can be a burden."

"But I have to say, that these particular customers didn't seem to have even close to the sensitivity that she has. I'm afraid of what the consequences would be. I really have to recommend against it in this case."

Sarah was going to cry. I didn't want Anna to witness it, I asked for a moment alone to discuss it. She was more than willing to give us the time. So there we were in he room alone. I walked over to Sarah and gently caressed her forehead. Tears were welling up in her eyes. I had to say something comforting....and fast.

"My dear sweet Sarah. You know this is what I want." I looked her in the eyes. She nodded. "You can take a giant step forward right here. You can make me so proud or you can disappoint me greatly. It's in your hands because only you can convince Anna that this is what you want. She wont do it if you don't sound sincere. You have to be strong. You don't want to disappoint me do you?" A tear fell down her cheek, vanishing in her gorgeous blond hair. She shook her head. "I know. Be strong for me. I wont call Anna back in until you feel like you can be strong. OK?"

"Yes sir. I will. I'll try. I...just, you know...the exposed thing...it sounds...terrible. Can we just do it the normal way? Please?"

"Damnit Sarah!" I whispered. "No. It's either that, or I send you home. I really don't want to have to send you home...you know that right?"

"Yes, I just..I thought I'd ask. I'm sorry. I'll be strong, I promise."

"I know you can do it. Are you ready?"

"Ok."

I called Anna back in, she had been standing in the lobby. She came back in and went back over to the sink to scrub down again. "So, Sarah. I have a feeling that you're going to go against my advice. Am I right?"

"Yes, Maam. I want to have the exposed clit thing. Please." The word 'please' came out as a whisper. She closed her eyes again. I knew she was trying to be strong. I hoped she was convincing enough for Anna.

Anna looked at me and then spoke. "Look, I know what's going on here. I've seen it a hundred times. I meet people like you two all the time in this business. And I'm fine with it. As a matter of fact, I'm in a relationship just like it. I know that she'll do whatever you tell her. I'm just making sure that you understand where I'm coming from here. I'll do what you ask, I don't have a problem with it..it's not my clit."

I spoke up. I was very happy to hear that. "I do understand where you're coming from and believe me, we are willing to make the commitment here, whatever the consequences. I appreciate your advice, but I..We'd rather go ahead and get the exposed clit pierce done."

"That's fine." She finished up her scrub and collected her tools before making her way over to Sarah. "So Sarah, I'm going to pierce your clit first and then your nipples. The pain will be greater, obviously, with the clit pierce, and that will alleviate some of the pain you will feel with the nipples."

I got another great idea. The grommets are perfect for it too. "Excuse me Anna. I don't mean to interrupt, but would it be possible to also pierce her septum using the grommets?"

She looked at me, nodded her head and said "Why not? Sure. Do you want to do that also?"

She wasn't even asking Sarah anymore. "Yes, that would be fantastic." Sarah didn't really care anymore. It was just one more modification to her body that couldn't be changed. She would look so hot with a ring coming out of her nose, I thought.

Anna then produced a small syringe and informed Sarah that she was only going to inject a local anesthetic. It would make the piercing much more bearable. I thought this was a little wierd. I was sure that only a doctor could administer anesthetics. I made my concern known.

She informed me "Oh, I thought you knew. I'm a licensed Nurse Practitioner. Yes, I've been a Nurse Practitioner for five years now." She went on to explain while she injected Sarah. "Oh yes. It just makes this job so much more easy. I can write prescriptions for pain killers and administer locals. I just don't know how the others who do this without a local. And yes, I do work at the hospital, you know, to keep me sharp."

Sarah felt the stab of the needle, but didn't hardly flinch. Anna waited a few minutes and then got her piercing gun. "I'm a little in between grommet lengths here. I can't go to long for the sake of cleanliness, so I'll have to go a little shorter. This is going to compress her clit a little. That'll increase her sensitivity." She looked up at me. "Are you sure about the exposed clit? Last chance to back out." I nodded, and Anna gave Sarah a last look. Sarah still had her eyes closed. "OK." It took her about thirty seconds to position the gun. Once she had it where she wanted it, she snapped the grip.

Sarah cried out and reflexively tried to close her legs. Her hands flew down to her pussy. Anna, of course had a lot of experience and was ready for it. She was sitting in between Sarah's splayed legs, that kept Sarah from closing them and with her free hand, she protected Sarah's now painful pussy. She quickly set the gun down and grabbed Sarah's wrists. Speaking in a soft, soothing voice, she managed to calm Sarah's violent reaction. She instructed Sarah to refrain from touching her newly pierced pussy, or closing her legs, telling her that the consequences would be infection. Sarah was bawling now.

Anna then grabbed a sterile towel and began dabbing at the gouged clit. Surprisingly, there was very little blood. Anna then inspected her handy work. All the time, Sarah was concentrating on not moving a muscle. Anna stood up after a few more encouraging words to Sarah. She pronounced that the piercing went very well. She invited me to have a closer look.

You could immediately see the red, tender flesh of the clit tip barely peeking out of the folds of her outer lips. I knew that when it became engorged, much more would be exposed. It was a stunning sight, but I couldn't see the grommet. Anna informed me that the pierce was actually close to the base of the clit. It wouldn't be possible to see it until a ring was attached to the Grommet. To facilitate a quicker healing process, no rings would be attached to any of the grommets for a while. I didn't have a problem with this.

Anna quickly completed the nipple and septum piercings. I could clearly see how the grommet worked by looking at the nipples. Again, Anna was in between sizes here and had to use a slightly smaller lengthed grommet. She pierced the nipple close to the base also. This had the effect of compressing the nipple slightly and combined with the fact that there was a hard, metal grommet in there, made them stand at attention. It appeared as if she was aroused. Anna informed me that, yes, that's the way they would always look. I was ecstatic, but didn't let any of that show. This had actually turned out much better than I had imagined. This would definitely lead to some very embarrassing situations. Humiliation and shame was now a daily thing for Sarah.

The septum pierce was also a non event. By now, Sarah was dazed and completely pliable. She didn't move, or speak. I thought she was probably in shock. You couldn't see the grommet in her nose unless you were looking up it, expecting to see it there. Mother would never know.

Anna gave us a sample pack of Percasetts, and wrote out a prescription for a full seven days worth. She didn't think the pain would last that long, but wanted to be sure. After fifteen or twenty minutes, Sarah was coming out of her trance. Anna began to explain the maintenance procedures to Sarah, making sure to explain in great detail what might happen if Sarah didn't follow her directions to a T. Through teary eyes and a grimace on her mouth, I could see that Sarah was paying very close attention. Anna wanted to have a checkup with Sarah tomorrow, just to make sure that everything was going OK. Sarah took a Percasett, I went out to the car and retrieved Sarah's new panties. She got dressed and we left.

When we arrived at home, she was in a drowsy state and feeling not much pain. I carried her inside and laid her down on the couch. One of the instructions we received was absolutely NO sexual contact for at least a week. That meant no masturbating, no touching, no humping, no pressure what-so-ever on her clit. Anna made sure to explain that if this rule was broken, it wouldn't be long before Sarah would have to deal with an infection. That could lead to an amputation of the clit. I sure as hell wasn't going to do anything to increase the likelihood of that happening. That was the one thing that did scare me. No, I would definitely play by the rules here. I was also going to try my damndest to make sure Sarah did too.

Sarah was also not to wear any jeans or pants for at least a week and she had to change panties twice a day. Skirts only. She had instructed Sarah on how to take care of the wound by cleaning with alcohol, applying a liberal amount of the salve she gave us and finally a new, sterile gauze bandage. This was to be done every night and every morning as well as every time Sarah urinated or defecated. She emphasized this also. Infection, infection, infection. All this was designed to reduce the chance of an infection. If we followed her advice, it would be smooth sailing.

After I laid Sarah down, I gently took her pants off and let her sleep for a few hours before taking her home. I told Sarah that it would probably be best to take a day off school tomorrow. Even through the haze of the Percasetts, she knew It was a good idea. I quizzed her to make sure she remembered Anna's instructions. She did, and she would be sure to prepare before she went to bed. I hoped she did.

That night I thought about all the fun things the piercings would let me do. I was like a kid in a candy store. The exposed clit was absolutely brilliant. My angel would be in an almost continuous state of arousal. I knew how wet she got when excited. Now I could be sure that there would always be a fresh, damp spot on those slutty little panties I bought her. Yes, always. What's even better is the fact that all of the panties were made of very thin, fine silk. It would look so delicious. I knew I could use that to my advantage, I just had to think of a way to make it happen. I slept soundly.

The next morning, Sarah called and I went to pick her up. Well, at least she was wearing a skirt. She also had on another pair of the new silk panties. I checked. She had only taken a half a Percasett as the pain wasn't really that bad right now. I thought that to be a very good sign. I brought her back to my place and laid her down in her room. She slept for a few hours. The Percasetts really knocked her out. I would have to keep a close eye on her pill consumption. I didn't want her to develop a nasty dependency.

She woke at around noon. The pill had worn off and she was now walking very delicately, making sure to keep her legs spread in that knee length rayon skirt. Damn, that was hot. My cock was hard, but there was little I could do. I might be able to get away with a blow job, but I didn't want to make Sarah even the least bit excited. No, I would have to exercise some restraint here. The goal was far more important than a little selfish gratification now.

I asked her how she was feeling. She gave me a wry smile and said she was very sore. She was also a little hungry. She knew where the food was and I told her to make us something. I needed to keep my dominance over her, even at this delicate stage. She complied with no complaint. We ate on the couch, she was snuggled up next to me and I had my arm around her tiny waist.

I asked her how she felt other than it being sore. "It just hurts too much right now. I need some more medicine." I told her she could have a quarter of a pill.

"Does it feel any better than yesterday?"

"Oh yes, definitely! Yesterday was horrible. I thought I was going to die. It's just a throbbing ache right now. Compared to yesterday, it tickles." She giggled. I was glad she was feeling much better. I knew that she was in pain yesterday, but really didn't know how much. I wouldn't ever really know I guess. She took her pill and came back to the couch. I didn't turn the TV on. I just wanted to sit there and talk with her about normal things, like school, her mom, her friends.

We talked a for a good two hours. She told me about school and this exciting trip that the cheer squad would be going on. This was the one she was selling candy for when I first met her. They were going to Orlando to some kind of cheerleader competition. She was very excited about it. She told me that normally JV cheerleaders didn't get to go, but she was a first alternate, and if any of the other girls were unable to compete, she would take their place. Her eyes lit up when she spoke about it. All this reminded me that she was just 15 years old. It made me feel like a dirty old man, but only for a few seconds.

She also spoke about her friends. Really more about the fact that she wasn't hanging out with her friends much anymore because she was spending all her time with me. And yes, her friends noticed. She told them that she was seeing a guy. I was a little worried at this, but she said that she didn't tell them much. They, of course wanted to meet me, but she kept putting them off. I couldn't quite decide if it would be Ok for them to know about us. It would be a little awkward, but her mom knew, and I doubted I could get in much trouble....as long as they didn't know about the things we did together.

She explained that all her friends were mostly girls on the cheer squad. They always had an end of the year get together. Last year was at one of the girls' house. It was a huge pool party. Just the cheerleaders, having a day at the pool. A big cookout and all that stuff. Then she told me that she had wondered whether it would be Ok if they had the party here this year. Now, that got me thinking.

I told her I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. You know, some of the girls would find it strange that we were dating, what with the age discrepancy and all. I said that the parents and teachers would most definitely not like the idea of us dating. She told me that last year, none of the teachers or mothers were invited to the party and that this year, it would be the same way. I said I'd think about it. And indeed, I still wasn't sure whether it would be Ok or not. I knew she wanted to show me off to some of her friends. I would be a spectacular catch. One worth bragging about. It would be nice if I could give that to her after all that she's done for me. I needed to reciprocate a little. But, a pool party full of high school cheerleaders might be too much. Maybe something a little more private. Like, a sleep over with just a couple of friends. Well, I would think on it, and let her know.

Later that afternoon, Anna checked on Sarah. She proclaimed that everything was going well. Anna was very happy with the way the piercings looked. No sign of undue inflammation. The color was good and she did a few tests to check for tenderness. Sarah's clit still was much too sore to feel anything other than pain, but apparently Sarah was a quick healer, because the pain was very limited in area and wasn't as severe as Anna had anticipated. These were all good signs. Once again though, she reminded Sarah and I that the possibility of infection was still high and the rules should still be followed. She wanted to see Sarah on Thursday for another checkup.

Sarah skipped school again on Wednesday and hung out with me. We talked more and she seemed to be getting more comfortable with the piercings. She was still religiously following Anna's orders about cleanliness though. The fear of infection was just as high with Sarah as it was with me.

On Thursday, I made Sarah go back to school. the pain was dissipating rapidly. Now the dull throbbing soreness had been replaced by periods of slight arousal. I knew this because Sarah kept me appraised of the situation. Her nipples and septum were almost 100% pain free by now. I took the bottle of Percasetts away. She wouldn't be using them any more.

Anna was very happy with the way everything was healing. She could tell that Sarah and I were following her advice. She said it showed. Still, we needed to keep on the same path. The wound wouldn't be fully healed for a month or more. But, after another week or so, she would relax the regimen. She would add a rings to the grommets, and show me how they worked and we could have sexual contact. That was music to my ears. She also said that Sarah was going to start feeling less and less pain, consequently, she would start to feel more and more pleasure. She admonished Sarah to keep her hands away until Anna gave her the all clear. I knew that it wasn't Anna she needed the all clear from, she would need permission from me to get herself off. I had decided to make the rules even more stringent. Sarah won't even be allowed to touch herself down there without my permission. That pussy was mine.

On Monday we went to see Anna again. The piercings had now gone form pain to pleasure. On Saturday, Sarah had told me how much different it was since last Monday. In five short days, Sarah's clit had become very sensitive to the pleasure of contact....even if it was just her applying the salve. She said it was very hard to control herself while doing it. She only experienced it however, while she was touching it. She explained that the big globs of the thick salve, combined with the fact that she kept a wad of gauss taped in place, really limited the reaction. That made sense. She wasn't really experiencing any touch while the clit was bandaged. I couldn't wait to see the effect the exposed clit was going to have once all that protection was gone. I smiled to myself.

Anna proclaimed the healing process to be in a very advanced state. As a matter of fact, we were ahead of schedule, but just to make sure, she wanted Sarah to keep up with the salve and bandaging for a few more days. We would go see her on Thursday. She said that if everything looked as good as it did now, she would lift most of the restrictions. I was very happy to hear this. I desperately wanted to fuck her. If everything turned out Ok. I would have that sweet pussy on Thursday.

Sarah was relieved to hear it also. She explained to Anna that it was getting hard for her to apply much of the salve and keep from having an orgasm. Anna seemed surprised. She said that it was normal for a girl to become aroused, but she hadn't ever heard of anyone having trouble keeping themselves under control in this situation. She looked at the both of us with that 'I told you so" look. I didn't care. I was even smiling. Sarah looked a little mortified though.

"It..It's not?!" She asked. She had trouble comprehending that what she was experiencing wasn't normal. Or she didn't really want to believe that she wasn't normal. Either way, It didn't sit right with her.

Anna told her that she had explained all this before and that Sarah now had to live with the consequences. Sarah began to cry. She knew it was permanent. I was sure she now realized how difficult this was going to be once the bandage came off and her panties started to rub her super sensitive clit. She was going to have to figure out a way to cope with it, because there really wasn't much that could be done about it now other than a risky operation. I didn't feel the least bit sorry about it. In fact, the future looked very bright to me.

On the ride back home Sarah became more depressed. The full weight of the situation had finally made itself felt. I felt it was time to give Sarah some encouragement. Something to bring her out of her doldrums.

"Sarah, do you know how proud of you I am right now?"

She looked over at me, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I am so happy that you took this upon yourself. This is a gigantic step forward for you and I. For our relationship. I cannot express in words how good I feel right now. I can promise you this though. You will be rewarded handsomely. I've decided, as part of your reward to let you host the cheerleader party at my house." She immediately perked up. "But, that's not everything. You wont have to wait that long for the rest of your reward. I can promise you, you'll be very happy."

Now tears of joy were coming down her cheeks. "Really?! You mean it?"

"Oh yes, Sarah. Right now I can't think of anything else that would make me as happy as you have, my love. Start planning the party."

She grabbed my hand and we spent the rest of the ride home in silence. Happy, thoughtful silence. I decided to drop her off at her house. I wasn't too sure that I could contain myself much longer. I thought it best if I didn't see her until Thursday.

When we missed the turn for my house, Sarah asked where we were going. I told her that I was so turned on right now that I didn't think I could control myself. I would drop her off at her house and we wouldn't see each other until Thursday. I made sure to reemphasize that she needed to keep up with the salve and cleansing, but mostly, she needed to keep her hands away from her clit. I told her that she wasn't allowed to touch her pussy form now on without my permission. The only time she would be allowed to do that right now was to administer the medication. She assured me that she would. I believed her. We were almost out of the woods, I reminded her.

It seemed like an eternity for those three days to go by, but finally Thursday had arrived. We showed up at Anna's salon at closing time. She let us in and we went straight back to the piercing room. By now, Sarah knew the routine and stripped out of her skirt and panties. She was wearing a hot little sky blue number today. Damn, they were worth every penny. She got up on the table and put her legs in the stirrups. Anna put some gloves on and began to look. In prior appointments, Anna only ever gave the clit light touching, if any at all. Not this time. She spread Sarah's lips and placed her finger on the clit, then applied a slight amount of pressure. Sarah jerked in her chair and let out a sharp moan. Anna quickly removed her hand and sat back a little. She looked at Sarah and asked if that hurt. I immediately knew that it was anything but pain. Sarah had nearly cum.

In the heat of bliss, Sarah cried out. "Oh god no!. That felt....." She stopped herself, realizing what she was saying. She opened her eyes and her face got beat red. Damn! That clit was almost like a light switch. Anna looked very surprised.

"That's interesting." She got back closer, but before she touched Sarah again, she admonished her to try and control herself. "Sarah. Please, don't make this difficult. I need to thoroughly inspect the piercing. I'm going to have to get a little physical. Can you control yourself?"

Sarah was mortified. "I..I don't know. I'm not sure. That was just incredible. I...I'll try."

With much hesitation, Anna began again. This time much more gently. Sarah was breathing heavily and in full concentration as Anna poked and prodded. I could tell that Sarah was having an extremely difficult time with this. She was in heaven and hell all at the same time. It was mesmerizing to watch. After thirty seconds or so of this, Anna stood up and ripped off her gloves.

"Wow. I haven't ever had anyone react like that before. I'll say this though. The piercing looks like its almost fully healed. I can still see a small amount of inflammation where the grommets join. I would say that most definitely, two weeks and she'll be good as gold. Maybe sooner. I want you to come back next Thursday. We'll see how much progress she's made. In the mean time, because the outside is completely healed up, we can dispense with the medication and bandages. I need to explain to you how to take care of this from here on out."

She pointed over at me. "He's bought you some very good underwear. From now on, you can't be buying anything out of the store. Let me explain. The skin around the clit is very sensitive. Obviously. It's also very tender. Constant rubbing and abrasion will lead to a toughening of that skin. Thus, the nerve endings wont be close to the surface. This means that you will permanently lose sensation there. It's irreversible Sarah. If this happens, it'll be like a clit amputation. For this reason, you have to apply a dab of this" she was holding up a new bottle of cream "at least three times a day. This will make certain that the clit is properly hydrated and protected. Dehydration is the leading cause of nerve damage. Most of my clients apply this whenever they go to the bathroom. Avoid tight clothes for long periods of time. You can wear something tight for...say...half a day, but I really wouldn't push it more than that. Skirts are best. Also, no sanitary napkins. You have to use tampons from now on. Understand?"

Sarah had now calmed down enough to be paying attention. She nodded her head. Anna turned to me and asked if I understood. I had a few questions.

"Well, about the tight clothes. You said no more than half a day. I'm Ok with that, but do you mean half a day, every day? Or something a little less frequent?"

"Good question. As long as the nerve endings have say, half a day to recover, she'll be fine. So, everyday is Ok."

"Alright. Now, is it possible for her to endure some abrasive materials for shorter periods of time?"

Anna knew exactly what I meant. "Well, it depends on how abrasive. It is possible to permanently damage the tissue with say...a hemp rope. I would stay away form materials that are very abrasive. Terrycloth is about as hard as I would go."

"Fine. What about pressure. How much pressure could it endure and for how long?"

"Another one of those situations where it depends. For one, what kind of material...meaning how abrasive...is she going to endure? Another is, over how much area? If I were you, I definitely would be sure to limit any kind of pressure for short periods of time. It's risky so use your best judgment."

"That's it for now."

"OK then, lets get the decorations." I was waiting for this. "The selection is actually quite extensive. I only have a portion of what's available, but you can order anything out of the catalog." She handed me a twenty page booklet that had about five different designs per page. I would definitely have to look through this. "Here's what I have." She brought me over to the cabinet and produced a wood, felt lined box. It contained about 20 pieces, some in gold, some in silver. "They have more colors to choose from too." She explained. She picked up what appeared to be two identical bands. She explained that they weren't.

"The difference between these two is how they attach themselves to the grommets. This one" She held up the one in her left hand. "swings freely. It can pivot on the grommet as far as the body will allow. However, this one" She placed both in my hand. "locks to a desired position in the grommet. And, because the grommets don't move, this kind wont move at all. The only movement will be the stretching of the nipple, or clit, or what have you. I think it's quite evil." She gave me a devilish smile. Sarah was looking back at us with a shade of fear.

The box contained rings of various sizes and gauges. Some were decorated with colored balls and some were plain. I sifted through the contents and decided to get six rings. All were silver, all were of medium thickness, and all were about the size of a quarter. Three pivoted and three didn't. I looked through the box again and found a pivoting ring that was a little thicker and about the size of a nickel. It was silver also. This one would be used on her septum.

"Well" Anna said. "You just about cleaned me out of silver rings. I think they'll look lovely on her. Lets take a look." She went over to another cabinet and produced two small jeweler's screwdrivers. "These are the tools you use to attach and detach the decorations with. Now, I have to warn you, do not loose these things. They have a special head on them that only works with the decorations. You can't get them off without these tools. If you lose them, you'll pay a fortune to replace them." She handed one to me and one to Sarah. I held out my hand and Sarah meekly placed her tool in my hand. She wouldn't have the luxury of deciding what to wear. That was my prerogative. Anna hardly batted an eye.

"So, let's start off with the nipple." I handed her one of the pivoting rings. "Really, this is very simple. You line the ring up like so, then start screwing down both sides." It only took her a few seconds to finish. The tiny screws were recessed into the ring once they were fully tightened. There would be little chance of anyone ever taking them off without the tool. Anna was right, I had better not loose them. Next she had me do the other nipple. It was as easy as it looked. It was also stunningly beautiful. Two quarter sized rings decorated Sarah's distended pink nipples. Fantastic. The septum proved to be a little harder because we had to get the tool to line up with the grommet inside her nose. Still, it wasn't anything major. Once done, the effect was outrageous. A large silver ring came out of her cute upturned nose and hung down to just above her lush red upper lip. She was really starting to look like a sex toy now. I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she looked in the mirror.

"You look absolutely stunning Sarah." I encouraged.

"Next, the clit ring. I'll place this one on for now. She hasn't quite heeled and I don't want to irritate anything." Anna continued as she began putting on some gloves. "Now Sarah. I need you to try and control yourself. Moving around will only make this more difficult." She spread Sarah's lips, and lined up the ring. Of course, it was impossible to do this without bumping into the clit and moving it about. Sarah flinched, closed her eyes and sucked in a huge gulp of air. Anna continued to try and line the piece up and Sarah kept flinching. "Sarah, please. Behave yourself." She said. I was enjoying the effect even this small amount of contact was having.

Finally, she had it lined up and began to screw the ring in. Sarah let out a moan and moved even more. Now she really feels it. Anna was trying to be as gentle as possible, but it wasn't any use. Sarah continued to move about and I could tell that she was getting very hot. The first bead of pussy juice dripped down her splayed thighs. She moaned again. Anna was becoming very impatient now. At least the ring was threaded on one side. Anna started in on the other side. This proved even worse because she was right handed and trying to position the ring so she could get at the screw with her right hand. She ended up moving it quite a bit. Sarah was now full on hysterical. Anna was able to get the screw threaded before Sarah began to plead for her to stop.

"PLEASE MAAM! PLEASE. I..OH GOD..I...I'M GOING TO CUMMMMM!!!" And she did. Right there in the office in front of everyone present, with her legs spread wide for all to see. It was a huge, powerful climax and as soon as it started, Anna let go of the ring and grabbed Sarah's hands to keep her from frigging herself. Sarah in the mean time was practically screaming from the release. Obviously, she couldn't control herself. But I figured that was no excuse. It gave me a good reason to punish her later.

Anna looked back at me and said that the piercing itself also had the side effect of making the clit much more sensitive. So, even though Anna had never touched Sarah's exposed clit, just the heavy manipulation of the ring was enough to induce arousal, although, she admitted that she had never had anyone climax in her office before. She seemed to pity Sarah.

Eventually Sarah calmed back down enough for Anna to continue. She quickly finished screwing down the ring and stood up. Sarah was still breathing heavily and trying to control a second orgasm.

A few minutes later Sarah was finally calmed down enough to stand. Anna opened up a droor on one of the wall cabinets. Inside was a full length mirror. Sarah had the first look at her new decorations.

Her mouth was a agape. She was astonished to see the transformation just these few little pieces of silver wire had. It was truly a sight to see. The first one that you noticed was, of course, the thick nose ring. It was impossible to overlook. It screamed 'SLUT' with a capitol S. The other three were just as nice to look at. If you looked closely at the clit piercing, you cold see about a eigth inch of Sarah's naked, red, clit peeking out of her pussy. Damn! My cock was rock hard. The whole thing looked better than I imagined. Stunning really. Sarah couldn't take her eyes off the mirror.

Finally I told Sarah to quit gawking and get dressed. It was time to leave. Slowly, she tore herself away from the mirror and searched for her clothes. As she was doing that, Anna remembered something.

"OH yes. One more thing. Don't pull, pry, or in anyway, manipulate the clit ring. She isn't fully healed yet and rough play will only lead to problems. It's best that you wait a few more weeks for that kind of thing. Alright?" I nodded.

Sarah was now nearly dressed. She had just pulled her cute blue panties up. Just her skirt and shoes were left. She was wearing a nice number today. She had on a blue polo shirt. The color nearly matched her panties. As usual, allot of midriff was showing. The skirt was a denim skirt that I hadn't seen before. It was stone washed and the faded blue denim also matched her shirt and panties. The skirt came up to mid thigh. She also had on a pair of white sling back one inch heels. The look of this typical teenager outfit, with the requisite ponytail and the nose ring was astounding. I can't explain it. She looked like no other woman I had ever seen. A mix of innocence and street whore. That's the best I can come up with. I liked it allot.

I noticed, as I watched her get dressed, that she could definitely feel the exposed clit. She would make a sudden movement then stop. Then, she would forget and do it again. The shoes were the best though. As she bent down to latch the strap, She closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh. A few seconds later, she gathered herself and stood much more slowly. It seemed as though every movement brought a new arousal with it. I had butterflies in my stomach thinking about the adventures that were yet to come for her and her new sex.

Before we left the room, I had her take her bra off. I wanted to see what the new nipple rings looked like without a bunch of clothing. She hesitated, but only for a second. I noticed that she stood there with her legs spread apart about six inches. The reason I noticed was because she never did this. She almost always stood like a lady, with her legs closed, before now. Obviously, this too was a result of the exposed clit. Fantastic!

Without a bra on, you could clearly see her nipples and the faint outline of the rings through the heavy cotton of the polo shirt. It was a very nice accent to the nose ring. She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. When she did, she let out a tiny gasp.

I grabbed Sarah's hand as we gave our thanks. We started walking out the door. I went at her pace, which was a little slower than she normally walked. She was walking very carefully, keeping her hips stiff. She made a sigh as we went through the door. I told her to relax a little. And she tried. The closer to the car we got, the more normal she began to walk. However, the more movement she allowed in her hips, the more noises she made. They were cute noises. Little gasps and sighs, and a single "oh" as we neared the car. By now, her hands were clutching her waist and I could tell she was having a hard time figuring out how to keep them away from her cunt. I opened the door for her and she threw herself into the seat.

As I got in the other side, she was leaning forward breathing heavily with her hands in a white knuckle grip on the dashboard. She looked over at me and said "OH god! That was crazy."

"What exactly was crazy Sarah?"

"The way it feels down there when I move. It's...It's like a vibrator right on my thing."

"Really? The whole time?"

"Yes sir. And..well, the ring. Can we please get a smaller ring?"

"Why's that?"

"It's...It's so big that when I try to walk normally, you now...Ummm..my legs move it a little. I think a smaller ring would be allot easier....you know for me to walk...." She looked over at me "Or no ring. Can I just wear the ring sometimes?" That news was very interesting. I hadn't thought of that. Even though Sarah's hips were quite wide for her size, when she walked, her thighs made contact with the ring.

"Hmmm. Well, I can promise you that you won't ever be without a ring in your clit again. I can also promise you that the ring wont get any smaller." She looked at me with sad eyes. "Sarah, it gives me great pleasure to know that when you walk, you get so hot. Do you understand that this is what I want?"

She whispered a quite yes.

"As a matter of fact, I'm fairly certain that I'll want you to wear even bigger rings. I like to watch you when you're in this state of arousal."

"Oh, please sir. Please! I don't....I don't think I could control myself if it was any worse. Please don't do that to me." She was now clutching my arm now. She was terrified.

"Sarah. I have complete and total faith in you. I know that you will be able to control yourself. I know that eventually, you will become so good at it that it wont matter what I do. This is one of my goals for you. I want complete control over your pussy. I will be the one to decide when and where you cum. I know that you want to please me and I know that you'll try very hard to make it happen. Won't you?"

She put her forehead into my arm, still clutching it with her hands. "Yes. I'll try."

I started the car and said "I know you can do it."