Chapter Three

Facial& Oral Piercings: Part One

Justin was not your normal piercer and actually looked more like a doctor than many in that profession; wearing a crisp white shirt, being clean-shaven and displaying no visible tattoos or piercings of his own, and, since this was the first time I’d been in his place, I was impressed. Every surface was sparkling clean with the reception area pleasantly appointed and, just as his appearance suggested, he greeted us warmly, then walked ahead to the actual room in which I would receive most of my new holes. I followed reluctantly with Master bringing up the rear, ensuring that I’d not try to back out.

“Bernard,” Justin spoke while opening the door to the room, “I certainly appreciate all of the assistance you’ve given me over the past years and will be most happy to do her piercings just as you want them, but Ido have some concerns about them being permanent additions.”

“I’m sure you have,” my Master replied, “And so I’ll need to have you come out to the house a couple of times just to ensure everything is healing as it should,” Master said, ushering me over to what seemed a twin to the chair I’d been confined to in the van. “Naturally, I’ll cover your costs.”

“That’ll be fine. Just give me a week’s notice before each visit, OK?” Justin said while arranging some large, white cloth-covered trays on a side table.

“Sure. No problem.” Master smiled.

This room was the very epitome of what a piercing studioshould be and from the looks of things, it was absolutely sterile. I stood quietly beside the chair waiting for what was to come next, then Master came and stood with me, putting his arm around my corseted waist.

“OK, just relax, Laura. I’m going to help you get out of your clothes, then you’ll climb into the chair and we’ll strap you down. After that, you’ll be given a mild sedative and Justin will begin about ten minutes later.”

“Y-yes, Master,” I whispered nervously from deep within my concealing veils.

Five minutes later, I was completely naked and sitting on the rubber-covered seat, then I lay back against the cold pad. Once more, I was fastened securely, but this chair was considerably different from the one in the van. It could be raised, rotated and change configurations at the touch of a button. What was not immediately apparent was that the leg rests were bifurcated and so could be split apart to any angle, as well as being extended, bent, raised, or all four at the same time. While my arms were still free, Justin handed me a couple of pills and a small paper cup of water.

“Take those now, please,” he requested politely. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed with ease. “They’ll take about ten minutes to take full effect, and then we’ll start.”

They quickly strapped my arms down, then placed my head in a clamp that prevented all motion and I stared helplessly up at the white ceiling while the rest of the preparations were made. Justin approached with a weird looking device and held it just in front of my face.

“Please open your mouth.”

Henever addressed me by my name for he understood that I was a possession – quite literally, a thing. I opened my mouth, he slipped brackets over my teeth, then came a ratchet sound, and my jaws were spread wider then held that way. The chair rotated until I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, then the legs began to spread wider and wider apart, bending at the knees, opening my body fully! A wordless moan came from me, feeling myself made so totally vulnerable, but it was, of course, ignored while the preparations continued, evidenced by the subdued clinks of instruments being moved when the trays were brought closer to the chair.

“I want her head done first,” my Master stated, “then her nose and tongue. We can work down her body from there.”

“No problem. That’s how I’d planned things,” Justin replied.

I was left alone for another eon and began to feel myself slowly fading in and out of reality, no longer caring about my helplessness or vulnerability. Master was insistent that I would wear a large permanent nose ring and I feared this addition greatly, for it would tellanyone who saw it that I was a mere possession. With him having stated that it would be permanent, I knew that its presence alone would always humiliate me, quite literally, making mewant to veil my face fully. However, there was also the deeper knowledge that with the affixing of this piece, I knew he could andwould