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Sarah didn’t sleep that well, as she struggled to get comfortable. If she laid on her back, her new tattoo tried to stick to her nightshirt, and if she slept on her front, her new piercings pulled. Eventually she found a position on her side which was a compromise. Fortunately the long day had whacked Pete, and he slept through it all.
Again, she waited until he had gone down for breakfast before getting up and pulling on her robe. He again raised an eyebrow when she only took juice and coffee.
“Still feeling queasy? He asked.
“ No, but I need to lose a few pounds. Don’t worry, I’ll grab something during the day so my stomach isn’t empty” she replied, and then almost gasped out loud as she realised what she had said.
As he kissed goodbye and left for work, she went up to her dressing room to decide what to wear. It dawned on her that she had a little more time this morning, as all she had to do with her hair was shake her head, and the lovely blond dreads cascaded back into place. Practical as well as sexy, she thought. Checking that it was a nice day, she decided.
Her tattoo was still a little tacky, so, checking it was a nice day, she chose a cream summer-weight dress with an embroidered back, which would let the tattoo breath, but only show the vaguest of outlines through the embroidery. People would see something was there, but could not make out any detail. For underneath, she chose a satin lilac camisole and pantie set, and slid into them, enjoying the sensations again as the cloth brushed her nipples. Donning the dress, she chose lilac heels and stepped into them. She sat down and fixed her face, noting that she applied her eye paint slightly more heavily than on the last two days- did this reflect a mood change? She reflected on her mood. She did not feel quite so sedated and suggestible as the previous evening, but she did feel good about herself unlike yesterday, and as she considered the prospect of day three of her transformation, she noted that she felt no shame about making the journey this morning. It had to be done-she realised that now- not just because of the $25k and the threats, but because she had been living a lie all these years, and she needed to find out quite to what extent. She wondered about lipstick, and decided that was not appropriate (she wasn’t about to worship any black cock on the way to work? Why did she say worship? She meant suck). One last check in the mirror, and a very classy, smart blonde woman looked back at her, the dreads looking slightly out of place, but sexy nonetheless, and the bumps from her barbells and puffed up “cookies” were there to see, but not too obvious. Her nipples throbbed at her as she saw them in the reflection, nestling under her couture, and she welcomed that, wondering how she had managed all these years not feeling anything down there.
Her walk to work was uneventful. She smiled inwardly as she caught a few admiring glances. Those she had always enjoyed, but never before with a plug in her ass, another man’s modifications adorning her body. It kind of added to the thrill.
As she saw the tattoo shop, instead of the sense of dread and the urge to run she had felt on day one, and the unease on day two, she felt a little flutter of excitement in her tummy as she neared it today.
She ascended the stairs, and entered the treatment room, and walked through to the cleansing room.
“Good morning Black cock slut Sarah”, welcomed Winston.
“Good Morning Masters” she blushingly replied, feeling embarrassed at the undeniable accuracy of the description, as she saw all Leroy waiting for her as well.
“Our slut has excelled herself again Leroy-doesn’t she look pretty with her dreads and her lovely dress and shoes- twirl for me Sarah-oh and look, you can see through the back of her dress a little-how daring” he teased.
“We have a busy day, Sarah. Undress and present breasts”, he suddenly became serious.
She shrugged off her dress, and again was pleased at the reaction her lingerie produced-they both clearly loved tactile and beautiful underwear, as did she. Today, what they loved seemed to matter, and she hadn’t been injected yet-must be more in her body from yesterday than she thought?
She looked at her shoes, and again Winston indicated that she should wear them, and she stepped up onto the now reassuringly familiar breast stocks naked apart from her lilac pumps.
Winston checked out her piercings, and noted that they were healing nicely, but just to be sure, he cleaned behind the balls with a Q-tip and surgical spirit. Then he fastened the buckle on the waist strap, and prepared her injections. As he busied himself, he asked her how last night went, and she told him about Pete’s blow-job.
“That’s interesting Sarah- and why do you think you found his cum so repulsive and blew him so unenthusiastically when Ceebert and Zach couldn’t praise you highly enough for your efforts yesterday?”
Sarah flushed as she decided how to answer. She decided on the truth. “ Because his cock is not black, Master, and my place is with black cock, not white. I realise that now”
Winston took in her words- this was going better than he had hoped- she had made the inevitable connection a week ahead of schedule. He emptied half of the syringe he had just filled with Pethadene back into the bottle (She was clearly quite relaxed already) and substituted liquid Viagra for the second half of the injection. He had not used it yet, as it was of no value when the subject wasn’t aroused, but he had a sneaking feeling she would be getting aroused a lot today. The other syringe he filled with Complyormone as per usual. It was vital that she remained highly suggestible for the whole two weeks, as there was still much work to do. As for her nipple stimulants, he had noted Ceebert’s opinion that her aureolae had not “pimpled up”, and so he prepared two syringes for her nipples, one of nettle/formic acid for her teats, as they were progressing well, and a second one of nettle/wasp sting for her aureolae .
She saw him approaching with four large syringes and her stomach fluttered, and her nipples throbbed in anticipation. Injection time was becoming most acceptable.
“ One for suggestion and one for relaxation as usual, Sarah” he lied, as he grasped her left breast in his huge hand and pushed the needle through her nipple deep into the tit meat below. She gasped, and then moaned as he pushed the plunger. That moan sounded like a pleasure moan, he thought- could she actually be starting to enjoy being injected? That would be an unexpected bonus. As he administered the other injection deep into the meat of her other breast, he watched more carefully, and both the gasp as the needle went in, and the moan as he depressed the plunger did indeed hint of pleasure as well as pain. He would have to test the theory tomorrow, but in excited him.
“Now to sensitise your nipples Sarah- I love this part. Today we are continuing with the nettle/ant sting mix for your teats, as Ceebert is very pleased with their progress, but we are switching to nettle/wasp sting mix for your “cookies”, as we now call your swollen and engorged aureolae in the hope that they will pimple up- we don’t want anyone to be in any doubt as to how wide they are when you come out in a couple of weeks, do we?”
“No Master”, she gulped, scared and excited at the same time at the reminder that her new status was to be displayed for all to see as soon as they deemed it was time.
He emptied the first syringe into both teats very slowly, watching her lip tremble as the fluid entered her body. He wasn’t imagining it- she was responding to the injection process.
Then the” Cookie” mix- round each lovely swollen pink disc he went, and she gasped this time is discomfort as the wasp venom bit. By the time he had finished injecting the second one, the first had exploded in an array of pimples that made her cookie look like it had gone cold turkey.
“Master, it hurts” she said, trembling.
“But look at the results already Sarah. You want your nipples to look as good as possible for you Masters don’t you? (she nodded) well be a good girl and cope with the pain. Your training will soon teach you to interpret it as pleasure”
She sobbed and nodded, and he stroked her dreads soothingly. His fingers brushed past her mouth, and as if by magic her mouth fluttered open, and then closed again as the fingers passed. Interesting, he thought, and to check he hadn’t imagined it, he moved his two middle fingers slowly towards her mouth. Slowly, and without instruction it opened to receive his fingers, and closed warmly round them and suckled on them greedily. He withdrew them abruptly, and made no reference to it, as he unbuckled the waist strap and guided her to the cleansing table. Sarah found herself wondering how she had ended up sucking his fingers-she didn’t recall putting them in her mouth.
Leroy urged her up onto the table and she dutifully assumed the kneeling, as in air position. As he strapped her down, he wondered if these were actually necessary any more?…she seemed quite at home. Winston applied her headset and neck sensor, and Leroy eased her number three training plug out of her lovely anus. Twice he had it nearly out, and her sphincter contracted and reclaimed it. As he successfully withdrew it on the third pull, he mused to himself that her body had not wanted to give it up.
“How did you cope with this yesterday Sarah?” he asked.
“Quite well Master. Its size took some getting used to, but by going home time I was able to walk in it quite easily”
“I think we will stick with this size overnight for a few days. We have much larger ones, but they are impractical for walking in, and your ass-pussy will stretched quite enough during the day as from today without the plug- so I’ll have this one recharged and disinfected for return to your anus later” he rubbed his fingers across her anus, and noted that her hair was re-growing, and fetched a razor and foam and swiftly returned her anal skin to the baby soft hairlessness that was required. Then he popped the inflatable plug in, pumped it up, noting her moan of pleasure as he said. “ Because of your exemplary progress, we have decided to pop you ass cherry this morning, and I am going to do the deed. (she tensed and shivered) the plug is only just under an inch thinner than my cock, so you should stretch the extra no problem. I am much longer, but that shouldn’t be an issue. You see, the anus is as well supplied with nerves as a clitoris or cock-head-that is why you are finding out that it is your sexual centre, but the rectum and colon are relatively insensitive, and only feel stretch and fullness, and temperature change, that is why size, both girth and length are important to the complete anal experience, as is the temperature sensitivity, which makes you able, unlike when you used to be fucked in the cunt, to feel every squirt of cum as it floods your insides. This morning, you lose your last barrier, black cock slut Sarah” As the last word was spoken, the headphones came to life, as did the noises and lights, and as her first enema commenced, she was told that the pain in her nipples was actually pleasure, and she should enjoy it, and the fact that she was about to be ass-fucked for the first time was the final step required in order for her full training to begin and she would know an anal orgasm before the day was out, and then the mantras began. Such was her high suggestibility by now, as the Complyormone accumulation gathered, that she totally believed all that she was told, and the painful invenomation of her cookies magically changed into the most wonderful feeling her chest had yet known.
By the time Winston was rubbing her stomach to ward off the cramps of 3 litres of soapy water, she was in a wonderful place, totally comfortable with the feelings in her nipples, and looking forward almost breathlessly to her anal initiation.
As she was unbuckled from the kneeling position, and turned over into the stirrups for cunt shaving, she realised that this was the first time she had ever left the enema position without her anus plugged, and the void was horrible-she almost felt insecure.
As Leroy soaped her labia and mons and restored those areas to baby smoothness with the razor, Winston commented “no punishments today Sarah- must’ve been a good girl yesterday” As she started to take pride in that praise, the headphones barked “Cunts are for punishing, asses are for pleasure, Sarah” and it dawned on her that t was appropriate that she be punished simply for having a cunt that was still technically available.
“Master, this slut still has a cunt available for use, and although it is with your consent that I would use it to please my Husband, I should be punished for it nevertheless?”
Even though Winston had pressed the fob to play the message in the headphones, the ease with which she had accepted the suggestion astonished him, and he smiled-good stuff that CIA juice.
“ You are right Sarah, thank-you for pointing it out-good girl! 20 strokes I think-you know what to do?”
She pulled her labia apart and said “ please punish this black cock slut for having a cunt available to tempt white cock with”, and Winston laid into her cunt meat with the cane harder than before, and Sarah screamed as she counted the strokes, and even without a plug in her ass, as the headphones told her the punishment was her way of honouring her Masters, she felt her ass-pussy spasm and her lips moisten anyway.
Winston had to wait a few minutes for Sarah’s sobs to subside, after which he led her through to the treatment room and sat her in the dentist’s chair. “ Jaw muscle diazepam and throat sedative Sarah- I doubt that after one application you will be able to perform unaided. The effects last all day, so we’ll do you now so you are ready as required. Do you need the Jeffries clamp today?”
She shook her head, and he said “good girl” again, as he filled two syringes, and injected the back of her throat and the hinge of her gums while she obediently held her mouth open. Her nostrils flared as he applied the jabs, and again he fancied it was partially in pleasure. He split one final syringe of diazepam between her jaw hinges in front of her ears, and set the chair back to upright.
Go and settle down on the couch, Sarah, Leroy will be with you shortly- get comfortable.
“Thank-you Master”, she whispered, and she reminded herself again of a sacrificial lamb as she went to face that which had been inevitable since she first walked into the treatment room three days ago, and the reality brought a twinge of fear that only mildly diluted her excited anticipation.
Leeroy walked in wearing a silk leopardskin print khaftan that only a huge black man could make carry off, and looked magnificent.
“How do you feel, Sarah?” he asked.
“ Nervous, Master” she simpered
“ How nervous?”
The headphones and background effects started up, and the anus/pleasure suggestion thumped in her head, and she wriggled her pretty little ass-pussy to the edge of the couch and very coyly said “ please take this sluts anal virginity, Master and spill you seed into its bowels”
Wow, thought Leroy. That suggestion juice is great stuff-she meant that, and he pulled a bottle of oil from his khaftan pocket, and put it in Sarah’s little white hand. “Rub my cock with this first, it will stop you tearing”
She looked at him ingratitude, and as she unscrewed the top, he lifted his khaftan to reveal his prodigious weapon, already half erect.
Sarah knelt before him in immense gratitude, reaching for the table beside the couch found a lipstick, and quickly applied a thick cock-sucking layer of crimson to her mouth. She poured from the bottle and slowly massaged the oil into his shaft, which thickened satisfyingly in her hand, and as she greased his pole to make his assault on her virgin anus more easy, she rewarded his kindness at offering it by bowing her head and softly taking each of his elephant-like balls into her lipsticked mouth in turn. His cock throbbed bigger than she remembered it as her mouth went to work. When his whole pole was glistening, she let him position her ass at the edge of the couch, chest down, throbbing nipples crushing the leather cushions, and she heard the headphones tell her how much she needed this. She hardly heard them though-she needed it anyway, and as Leroy offered his oily shiny apple sized purple helmet to the entrance to her anus, she screamed for him to fuck her, as he began his onslaught.
His cock-head slowly parted her sphincter like an eye opening. He was very steady, although firm-he clearly had no intention of hurting her if he could avoid it. He continued his progress and her sphincter reached the width that the number three plug had dilated her to, and still she urged him on. The cock-head was three quarters in now, and her sphincter was now in unknown territory, as it approached the three-inch stretch it needed for Leroy to gain entry. The pain started to build, but the headphones told her it was like her nipple pain, and she should interpret it as pleasure, and her nipples experienced a wave of pleasure, as her anus stretched the last few millimetres.
“Please Master, break me in “ she screamed, and he gave one last push and her sphincter muscle popped around the widest part of his cock, the flange, and gripped it lovingly and invited him in. The hard part was over, and Leroy pushed harder now, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her any further, and inch after inch of his black trunk was devoured by her hungry rectum, until, about 6 inches in he reached the bend where her rectum became her colon and again encountered resistance. Sarah was going crazy on his cock, wriggling her ass to try and get more of him in, and imploring him to go deeper as waves of sensations the intensity of which she had never known before swept over her. She didn’t even hear the voices or the noises, as swore to anything she could think of that she would do anything anyone ever asked of her if he could just bury those last few inches of shaft in her ass-pussy. Leroy responded to her urgings, and withdrew very slightly, then pushed much harder and redoubled his assault, as his black engine tore round the bend into her slut colon and filled her to the hilt.
“Oh my god yes fuck my ass-pussy master”, she screamed, and he did just that and reamed her asshole like he was plumbing a blocked drain, and her back passage opened wider and wider, and his task became easier and easier, and Sarah screamed louder and louder until finally he could hold back no longer, and he empties the first squirt of his scalding hot seed into her wanton bowels, and she felt the squirt, as they had promised she would. That was the last straw- a peristaltic spasm gripped her entire torso, and the power of the contractions made her lose control of her bladder, as she felt the rest of his seed enter her, and she matched the warmth she felt in her bowels with the warmth she gave his balls as she bathed them in her piss. The second spasm hit her just as hard, and her nipples felt like they were trying to jump from her chest, and she knew with absolute certainty that she was in the throes of a real anal orgasm, the intensity of which left her utterly spend as she lost consciousness as Leroy finished depositing his seed in her, and gradually went soft inside her back passage.
Winston, who had watched the whole thing, was very impressed. He had always known she would take Leroy’s cock first time; the girl had an asshole designed to swallow whatever it was presented with, and he knew she would enjoy the experience, as she had been mildly excited when he had administered a very injection of Viagra, so she was bound to become highly excited at the intrusion, but to lose control of her bladder and pass out?...the girl was a natural, and the future looked very rosy-he had chosen well. He thought about going and getting Ceebert and having him fuck that anus which was gaping in the air like it was desperate to be filled, but he wanted her to need the next one badly, so no more ass-cock for her today, unless she surprised him and begged for it.
Leroy was cleaning up the piss from the floor and his balls with a washcloth, as he said “ should I re-plug her now?”
“No, Leroy, I think we’ll let Ceebert start the masterpiece he has planned in a minute, and he’ll need to get right to the edge of the sphincter for a while. Besides, I think she’s quite dilated enough not to close up in the next few hours. don’t you? I need half an hour with her, then send Ceebert up .OK?”
“Right on” said Leroy and he left the room, leaving Winston to go and attend to the barely conscious Sarah.
He cradled her head in his giant hands, and stroked her brow.
“Master Winston?” she said. “Did I do well?”
“ Oh yes, Sarah, you did very well. You came so hard you passed out and pissed all over Leroy, but you took his cock right to the hilt and milked him dry- it was a very good first attempt”
“Mmm.I remember now...it felt so wonderful. I never ever knew pleasure like that”
“ That’s just the start of it Sarah-that will feel like a little orgasm as your transformation gathers momentum. You did promise to do anything for anyone if Leroy gave you all of his cock-we may hold you to that one day?” and he smiled as she still trembled from her recent experience.
“Ceebert wants you for most of the rest of the day, but first, I have something for you” he said menacingly, as he dropped his pants and boxers to reveal the mighty appendage that she remembered from before.
She recoiled and whimpered. “ Don’t worry, little slut. I don’t expect you to take it in your ass or your throat yet-that is for later in your journey- but you will suck me to orgasm”, and he thrust the lipstick at her.
She visibly relaxed, and applied the lipstick eagerly and copiously as she relished the chance to suck his cock (well the helmet and balls anyhow) properly now that she was not in fear of the cum in her mouth ,and that her jaw hinges had been injected.
She knelt before him, and went to work enthusiastically on his colossal balls, barely managing to take one in her mouth despite the relaxed state of her hinges. She thought fleetingly to herself how wonderfully full they felt, and her tummy tingled again.
After spending a good while on his ball bags, she raised her head to the level of his one eyed black monster, and caught a drop of pre-cum on her tongue, rolling it around her mouth like honey, She opened her crimson mouth, and used the slope of his helmet to stretch her jaw open as she pushed forward, and it worked well, as she was rewarded by the satisfying feeling of her stretched lips contracting around the marginally narrower shaft of his cock, as the helmet alone very nearly filled her mouth. Instead of fear, this time she felt joy, and her ass-pussy spasmed in pleasure as she took the weapon in as far as she could before hitting her throat. There was no gag, thanks to the injections, but they both knew that further progress was not practical. However, being able to cradle that monster against her gullet without choking was a beautifully intimate feeling, and as she became lost in the moment, her ass-pussy and nipples contracted in ever stronger waves as she worked her tongue around every square millimetre of the delicious treat that filled her mouth so completely. Winston’s breathing grew laboured, and as she cradled those hens egg sized balls in her delicate hands, she braced herself for the load as for the first time she truly wanted it. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. The power of the first spurt was such that the scalding sperm blasted down her gullet and up her sinuses at the same time, and as she gulped to swallow all of the precious gift, cum shot out of her nose. Crying out in frustration, she inhaled strongly and snorted most of the cum back down her sinus passages and as it slid back into her throat she groaned in ecstasy, and concentrated on the next few spurts, which were not quite so intense. As her throat flooded with sperm, she struggled to control the waves that overwhelmed her, and as she withdrew the cock-head from the back of her mouth in order to take the lesser spurts on her tongue and relish the exquisite taste and texture, she again went into involuntary orgasmic spasms in her ass-pussy and nipples as she fought to stay conscious. Rolling the sperm around in her mouth, the waves continued to flood over her, and as she finally and reluctantly swallowed the precious fluid into the place it belonged, she lost that struggle and again passed out with pleasure.
Winston very carefully withdrew from her mouth, and softly lowered her head to the couch, sperm still hanging in strings from her nostrils.
She came too again after a few moments, and smiled. “Did I get it all, Master?” she asked.
“Pretty much, Sarah” he replied, and laughed as she wiped at her nose and, noticing the strings hanging there, greedily sucked them into her crimson lips.
“ Oh Good, and thank-you Master for cumming in my slut mouth” she purred. As she reflected on the beauty of what had just happened, only then did she realise that all of it had happened with no noise in the headset, no lights, no background noise, and no butt-plug. It appeared she was evolving.
Winston helped her to her feet. You can go through to Leroy’s room now Sarah, and relax You will be lying on your front for a few hours, so take the opportunity to rest- I know this morning has taken it out of you.
“Thank-you Master, I shall” she replied, and as he led her to the articulated table, she lay on it as instructed.
Ceebert appeared a few minutes later, and was pleased to see his charge had already made herself comfortable.
“ Ah, Sarah- how has your morning been?” he asked knowingly.
“Beautifully exhausting, Master” , she smiled.
“ So I heard” he said.
“I am about to start on your largest tattoo. I have been planning it for months, waiting for the right slut. It will celebrate your anal coming of age. It will be a massive piece, and will take several sessions, with healing time in between. It will start around your anus, spread across your inner cheeks, and then outwards across your buttocks, and finally will curve from each buttock up to each of your kidneys, leaving an oval shaped frame for your final scheduled tattoo which will happen some time from now. You will not know what it depicts-why should you?...it is our choice, not yours. Looking at your back in a mirror is forbidden from now on, and no-one is likely to tell you what it depicts. I will tattoo the outline in black today, and we will start filling in the colour next week. From what I hear, you no longer need these?” and he removed her headset.
“It will be an honour to wear your ink Master” she cooed, now totally carried away on a tide of Viagra, Pethadene, hormones and suggestion. He wondered if she would feel that way in the morning when half of her back burned with his ink.
“I will have to draw the outline in ink first, Sarah, it is too large to tattoo freehand. Please pull your ass cheeks apart”
She did so obediently, and he started drawing. He had wanted to pierce her anal sphincter, but, although the usual healing difficulties with anal piercing were negated by the fact that Sarah would now forever empty her bowels by enema, she was going to experience a prodigious amount of traffic through her anus in the coming weeks, more that she could ever imagine, so piercings would be highly likely to get torn, which made him reluctantly shelf the idea. Instead, he drew four ball closure rings around the circumference of her anus, which he would tattoo in gold. Then he drew a beautiful rose which centred around her anus, and spread out to half way across her buttocks, where the bloom ended, and from each side of the bloom, a massive black penis emerged, and curved across each buttock and ended by each kidney The cocks were studded with bumps, which she would come to appreciate later, and each sported a Prince Albert piercing in it’s massive circumcised head. A butterfly appeared between the two cock heads, and from the tips of the butterfly’s wings sprouted ribbon-like streamers which wrapped one and a half full turns around the flange of each cock without actually touching it, and completed the escutcheon that would eventually house her final scheduled tattoo. Across the top of the bloom, just where the crack of her ass ended, he wrote the legend “For black use only-no insertion refused” He would colour the rose red, to match the colour he would eventually ink onto her lips to form permanent lipstick. The butterfly would be purple and yellow, because he thought that would suit her, and the cocks would be a study in black and crimson. As he put the pen down, he smiled-this would be a tattoo that the brothers would talk about for years.
Satisfied, he picked up his outline tattoo gun, dipped it in black ink, told Sarah to pull her cheeks apart again, and the gun buzzed as the three needles penetrated her pale skin 50 times a second and his work became part of her forever. She moaned in satisfaction as he worked around her anus, and as he inked the soft tissue where anus becomes buttock, she felt her nipples throb in appreciation of the pain that the power of suggestion converted into pleasure. As he moved outwards from her asshole, she realised something was missing, and she said “Master, may I speak?”
Ceebert stopped his tattooing, and asked what she wanted.
“ If you have finished working around my ass-pussy, may I be plugged please ? I hate feeling empty”
Ceebert smiled, and went to get Leroy, who reappeared with her number three plug fully charged. “ Wow Ceebert, that is some tattoo” he whistled. and plopped a smear of grease on her anus and softly pushed the plug into it’s welcoming home. Sarah positively purred with pleasure, and as she relaxed to await the completion of the outline of Ceebert’s masterpiece, Leroy felt good about the obedient girl who was becoming their slave, and he switched the plug on minimum buzz. The next 2 hours passed peacefully for Sarah.
By the time Ceebert switched his tattoo gun off’ it was past 2 PM-the outline had taken over 2 hours, and his back ached, although not as much he suspected as Sarah’s did. He sprayed cleansing soap on her back and wiped it clean. Outlines didn’t scab or weep much so he just smeared Vaseline on it to protect it, and stood back and admired his work. He had one task left, and then he could collect his reward-he was going to throat-fuck her again, and he couldn’t wait.
“ Are you OK Sarah?, that was a long session “ he asked.
“Yes Master, I feel great...thank-you so much for my tattoo” came the reply.
“That’s good, because now we come to the part of the day that you may struggle with. You have experienced much pleasure so far today, largely due to your obedience. You must understand that some of your modification is to be extreme, and will hurt no matter how much your sexuality evolves? I mentioned yesterday that we seek to increase the size of your “cookies”? Well, my intention is to pierce your wonderful aureolae vertically twice on each side- both a massive two and a half inches long and 12 gauge. The piercings will enable me, once they are healed, to attach some spring clips I have designed specially for the purpose, and their gentle pressure will gradually stretch your aureolae sideways. I it works, we will add two horizontal equivalents to each nipple, and they will be stretched downwards as well. You should know that your Masters aim is to make as much of each breast as possible nipple, so that sensitivity can be maximised. Are you ready for this?”
As she remembered the width of the 12 gauge needles as they pierced her teats, and contemplated nearly three inches of penetration, fear rose in her. The question was academic, as the modification would happen anyhow, but she needed to get her head around it. “ So you and the other Masters feel that such major piercings would increase the surface area of my nipples, and therefore the sensitivity? If that is indeed the case, then this slut is so delighted with the new sensations her nipples are enjoying that she will endure any pain in the pursuit of progress Master.”
“Any pain , Sarah?” questioned Ceebert- “Choose your words carefully slut”
“Yes, any pain Master”, replied the Viagra fuelled Sarah, and then instantly wondered if those words would come back to haunt her.
“ You do realise that hiding your modifications is going to become harder and harder, starting today?”
“ Yes Master, that is part of the attraction” she replied, and then realised what she had said and felt nervous.
“ Very well, Sarah- we shall proceed...lie on your back”
She rolled over, and her splendid breasts lay presented on her chest in front of him. As he measured, marked, and swabbed her “ cookies” ready for radical modification, she still marvelled at the enhanced feelings of pleasure her new nipples gave her, despite her fear.
He unwrapped a very long 12 gauge needle, and aligned it with the vertical marks he had made on her left breast. He lifted the meat by her teat bar, and thrust the long steel needle relentlessly through her meat. The butt-plug buzz rose to a crescendo but even that couldn’t distract her from the searing pain that shot through her body as her nipple was skewered brutally in the quest for perfection. She screamed loudly, and then sobbed as he removed the needle, leaving the cannular, and then sobbed as he used it to feed a three inch gold barbell all the way down through the aureola that only two days ago had been a pink, flat, inert splodge. Applying the threadlock, he screwed the ball onto the first piercing into place and it became part of her forever. He waited for her to plead with him not to do the second one, and was amazed when, through the tears, she begged him for the second one, asking that he make her slut nipples more perfect.
Amazed, he continued, and twenty minutes later, Sarah wore four three inch barbells vertically, two astride each teat, and she tried to thank him, but her sobs of pain were so strong she couldn’t speak. What Ceebert didn’t realise was that it was the spasms of her third anal orgasm of the day, brought on by the contractions in her ass-pussy and nipples as the suggestion implanted in her brain that pain became pleasure gathered strength that had rendered so speechless. She didn’t want him to know, because she was growing scared at the powerful effect that needles were starting to have on her.
As she regained her composure, Ceebert lovingly patted each nipple very tenderly and said “ They’re becoming real nipples now, Sarah. They are starting to look something like the creations a true slut should wear on her chest. If we make them much more sensitive, they’ll become self-aware”, and he winked at her warmly. Sarah flushed, and thanked her Master for his kind words. She was starting to feel pretty good about her new nipples as well; not that she could ignore the combined throbbing of the venom and her four lovely new barbells. Somehow she doubted that she would ever be able to, or want to ignore them again.
Ceebert sat her up, and said “ I’ve put a lot of effort into your modifications this week Sarah- time to pay the piper. I’m gonna skull-fuck you again, and you’re getting my load straight down your pretty little neck-get ready while I strip”, and handed her a lipstick.
As she made her lips cock-sucker red for him, she felt the butterflies start again, and their intensity increased when he walked toward her with his pierced cock and balls swinging like a hypnotist’s watch before her eyes. He stopped by the articulated table, and she slipped to her knees with a satisfied moan and cupped his pierced ball bags in her slender hands, gently weighing them as if deciding which to suck first. As she bowed her dreadlocked head to receive the first, her tongue reached out and explored the barbells that pierced it before her crimson lips parted and devoured the whole plum-like testicle, cradling it softly in her mouth, being careful not to hurt him as her inquisitive tongue sought confirmation of the fullness of the pipework that lay beneath and contained her nectar. After a few minutes adoring his nut, she reluctantly released it with a plop, and offered it’s neighbour the same treatment. As she finished the second one, she started the ascent to his monster cock, and then stopped, and thoughtfully travelled back down past his balls and her hungry mouth sought refuge between the cheeks of his ass. Nibbling his perineum, she tried to reach between the cleft of his ass cheeks to the treat that lay between them, but couldn’t reach her goal.
“Please, Master” she heard herself whimper. “What, Sarah?” he asked, annoyed that she had stopped weaving her magic with her tongue and mouth.
“Please let this slut lick your ass?”
Impressed, Ceebert was quick to oblige, and he leaned over the articulated table and spread his legs. Like a hunger victim being offered a peach, Sarah groaned in delight, and the butt-plug buzzed in her ass-pussy as her tongue flicked across his offered sphincter. Winston moaned in approval as her tongue explored deeper and deeper, and Sarah went crazy on his anus as she again hurt her tongue underneath as she tried to get in deeper to see if the earthy taste was even nicer deeper inside.
“Mmmm, that’s good, slut. As soon as we can out you publicly, I’m gonna put me some steel in that tongue that will make both of us enjoy this even more. I wish I could go as far as I wanted with your mouth and tongue mods, but it may make you talk funny, and that would give you problems at work when you return”
Sarah wondered what he meant, but was so rapt in her anal adoration that the question was lost in the waves of excitement that flooded over her.
“Enough, slut-throat time” said Ceebert reluctantly, as he got unsteadily to his feet (that girl has some tongue) and faced her ,his cock rock hard from her oral work. She almost sobbed with gratitude as at last her crimson lips slipped up the shiny surface of his helmet, savouring the shape of his piercing au they passed over it. As her lips popped past the flange and gripped the top of his thickly veined shaft, she paused to tickle the exit point of his piercing , and then continued her descent. As his weapon touched her gullet, the drugs did their job and stopped the gag, and she swallowed as deeply as she could, and the monster’s journey to her stomach was barely slowed at all as his helmet slipped effortlessly into her eager throat. The butt-plug buzzed more urgently, and she used her gullet muscles to milk his shaft as she pumped her pretty head up and down, each time stopping as her lips touched pubes. She milked his balls, trying to draw the magic fluid from within, and her excitement mounted, as her nipples seemed to throb at the same time as his balls gave a huge spasm, and his seed bust forth and drenched her throat with squirt after squirt of her reward, and Sarah saw starbursts of light before her eyes as that peristaltic wave travelled through her whole body times as the sexual core of her body that lay in her ass-pussy came yet again. Ceebert felt her throat contract around his cock as she came, and he stroked her swanlike neck gently, feeling the shape of his member through the thin membrane that separated his hand and cock.
Ceebert had to wait for his cock to subside, as Sarah’s spasming through sought to hold him in there, and when he withdrew she gulped air down like a fish out of water, as the floods of pleasure inside her subsided, and relative normality returned. She instinctively stroked her nipples lovingly as she did a very good impression of the cat that had just had the cream, and she smiled with genuine affection at Ceebert.
“Thank-you Master for your precious cum in my stomach”, she cooed.
“Get used to it, slut- your consumption of it will increase a lot in the next week or so” he replied, and she licked her lips without meaning to.
Winston came in with her clothes. “Time to go back to hubby Sarah”, he teased, and she felt a sense of emptiness at the thought.
“It’s Friday, Master- he will be in the pub until 8 I expect”
“Well relax anyway Sarah- you’ve earned an easy evening. You’ve worked very hard on your first week. What are the Wimp’s plans for the weekend?”
“ He’s playing golf both days Master, so will leave about 9 and around 4.We are going out to dinner at the golf club tomorrow evening- I hope that’s OK”
“Yes Sarah, that’s fine make sure you look lovely, without letting slip about your new nipples or tattoos. He will find out about them soon enough, such is the speed of your progress. Which golf club?”
She told him, and Ceebert wrote it down,
“Here are your instructions for tonight and tomorrow Sarah. Go home tonight and relax. Shower well to cleanse your new bodyart. I will disinfect your piercings tomorrow, so leave them alone. Again, I advise that you chew your food carefully due to the deadened gag reflex. Wait until the wimp has gone before you dress in the morning. It is forecast to be a lovely day tomorrow, so we will display you a little. I know you love flaunting your chest-that’s how I noticed you, remember? Well tomorrow, let’s show your adoring public what real nipples look like. You will wear no camisole tomorrow. You will choose a tactile blouse, silk or satin would be ideal, that is thin and sheer enough to show the shape of your swollen pierced aureolae and teats, but is not quite see-through enough to make your tattoos out clearly- we can’t have anyone seeing what they say just yet, now can we? You will then walk to work. Text “Slut” to this number as you leave, and we will switch your plug on remotely-you may enjoy the walk a little more. We will work you extensively tomorrow morning, and Ceebert needs you for a couple of hours after that. You should be home just before the wimp. Better hope so, as he won’t miss the outline of what lies under your blouse. Dismissed”
“Yes Master, thank-you and goodnight Masters”, she replied and meekly left to rejoin the real world-or did she just leave the real world-it was becoming hard to tell as her life turned upside down and she absolutely loved it.
As she left, Winston picked up his cell and dialled, looking at the name of the golf club Ceebert had written down.
Sarah walked past the street Café, savouring the way her huge new barbells slipped across the lilac satin on her chest, and feeling almost safe in the comfort the black companion in her anus gave her, when a red BWM pulled up to the sidewalk, and a black man in a smart beige suit with his head shaved shiny bald like Winston’s opened the door and called over the roof to her “Sarah, come here” So heightened was her suggestibility after 3 days of Compylormone that she was in the process of obeying before she even saw the ring on the little finger of his left hand. He was a largish man- no giant like Winston, but impressive nonetheless, but what struck her was the aura of power that he exuded. He had a confidence that matched his good looks, and his smile as she slipped into the passenger seat was quite disarming.
“Good evening, Sarah. I am Louis” he explained
“Good evening Master,” she blushingly replied – although it was becoming automatic to do so, the process of calling a black man she had never met Master simply because he wore a ring was going to take some getting used to. “How may this slut help you?” (did she just say that?)
“ I just wanted to give you a lift home. Is that OK?” as he pulled off the kern with confidence.
“As you wish. Master” she replied, trusting this stranger with ease. “It’s about a mile..”
“I know where you live, Sarah”, he interrupted. “I know a lot about you. Winston is my cousin”
“Ah, I see” she replied.
As they approached a build-up of rush hour traffic, and the car stopped, he looked at her and said “Present Breasts”
“Here, Master?” she gasped, not thinking for a minute that the blackened windows would grant her more than a modicum of modesty-people could still see through them from close up.
“Yes, here-problem?”
“No Master” she gulped, and started to unbutton the front of her cream dress. As she reached the waist, she pulled it open, and then realised that she couldn’t take her camisole off without removing the dress almost completely. As she fussed about trying to raise her camisole over her piercings, Louis said “Did Winston not specifically tell you to have your breasts available for immediate inspection at all times?” as she started to reply, he reached across and with his two mighty black hands he tore the flimsy camisole in half from the cleavage to the hem. She squealed as he said “ next time, if you wear lingerie, make sure it buttons up at the front” he grumbled.
“Yes Master, so sorry Master” she sobbed, genuinely upset that she had disappointed him. She had several camisoles with front fastenings. She would not make the same mistake again. With the traffic still static, he cupped each of her breasts in his right hand, one and a time. As he did, he ran his huge thumb across the surface of her massively swollen and puffed up aureolae, murmuring approvingly at the very heavily pimpled surface, stopping at each teat to trace it’s tip.
“ Winston was right- great breasts and spectacular nipples, which seem to be responding excellently to treatment. He said you were a good girl- I trust the camisole was an isolated transgression? It will earn you 20 strokes in the cleansing room tomorrow anyhow” he said lightly, and Sarah’s heart leapt. She assumed that it leapt because of his praise rather than the fact that she had just unwittingly earned a punishment, but was not entirely sure, as the Viagra continued it’s relentless work.
“Leave them exposed until we pull up at your house”.
She complied, trying to will the windows to darken still more.
He made light conversation as they made their way slowly through the traffic. Sarah thought to herself that walking would have been quicker, but a glance down at her torn and exposed chest told her this was meant to be. He talked about horses, saying he understood she liked to ride, and talked of all manner of things with the exception of her training. It would have been normal everyday stuff had her nipple jewellery not been sparkling for all to see behind the windshield. As he pulled up on her drive (please don’t let the neighbours see), he shut down the engine. He leaned across towards her face, and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. He stopped when his face was inches from hers.
“ Open your mouth, tip back your head, and then slowly button up your dress. Do not close your mouth until I tell you”
She tipped her lovely head back, and her dreadlocks tumbled behind her back as she opened her lips, and started from the bottom, slowly doing up each button.
He spat directly into her mouth. A large gob of spittle splashed on her tongue. She sensed it tasted of his chewing gum, as he masticated and spat again and again, each time the chewing of the gum generating more saliva. By the time she was finished with the buttons her mouth was full.
“Now close your mouth, and walk to the front door. When you have opened it, swallow the gift I have given you, and open your mouth wide to show me you have swallowed it all- then enjoy your evening. I will see you soon, Sarah”
Staggered, she closed her mouth and got up to leave, not sure whether to be disgusted or upset. As she walked to the front door and put her key in the lock, she remembered the headset and Master Winston both telling her that she would learn to take whatever any black man offered to her mouth and swallow it with relish, and she remembered how that suggestion had enabled her to discover that she simply adored black cum. As the door swung open, her nipples throbbed under the torn satin, her anus clutched the black plug as if her life depended on it and as she swallowed the load greedily to join the cum in her tummy, then opened her mouth to show him, he drove off, and she decided that she was neither upset nor disgusted, but simply aroused, both at how readily she had capitulated to the implanted suggestion and at the scary prospect of the many and divers things she may have to swallow as her transformation proceeded.
She showered, dressed sloppily, and flopped in the recliner. By the time Pete returned from the pub, he was drunk and she was sound asleep. He kissed her cheek, and shook her awake.
“Hi honey, what’s for supper?” he slurred.
“I’m going to do pasta and sauce. I’ll toss a salad and do garlic bread, if you like? She added sleepily.
Sounds good. Any chance of another BJ first, he smirked.
She hated it when he was this drunk, but she still felt guilty about the way she was deceiving him, so she said “sure, get comfy and I’ll be right back”
He was on the couch when she returned with her lipstick, which she sexily applied after she knelt by the couch. She got his cock out, and again was disgusted at its appearance. She took it in her mouth and sucked with as much enthusiasm as she could muster (which wasn’t much). After five minutes, he hadn’t even firmed up slightly. “This is stupid, Pete- it never works when you’ve had this much beer-forget it” she snapped, and got up.
“Oh yeah, always my fault. Nothing to do with you giving crap head I suppose? You don’t even dress sexy any more-look at you….and what about those granny nightdresses you’ve suddenly started wearing. Face it Sarah, you just aren’t sexy any more. I hope your period is over soon, because I need a good old fashion shag” as soon as the words were out, he regretted them-he still found her hot as hell, but was at a loss to understand her recent dowdiness. Still, she would know it was the beer talking, and would be fine tomorrow.
As they ate in silence, he had no way of knowing that his outburst had just made her make a very big decision.
They slept in separate beds.
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