The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 5 Conclusion free porn video

I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for this being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at [email protected] - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 5 of 5 By Jane Copyright reserved. On a later shopping trip in the mall, after we had finished the grocery shopping and loaded it into the car, we sat down for a coffee and rest. Amid chat of what was left to get Vanya glanced at her watch again, told me to finish my coffee and stood up herself. Moments later we were stepping through the mall together then, Vanya was ushering me through the door to the beauty salon again. The same receptionist greeted us with a bright smile, checked us off in her appointment book and asked us to have a seat. I returned Vanya's smile as I looked forward to the pampering of my first visit, hardly even remembering the embarrassment of the unexpected although I quickly realised that at least I wouldn't have to go through that part again! Jill's friendly face appeared at the entrance-way and she greeted us like an old friend as she led us though to the booths. Our hair was washed and trimmed then mine re- highlighted before being set and brushed. Facials were followed by aroma-therapy for both of us and I soon learned to enjoy the pampering of sweet oils being massaged into my skin. A little later Jill took me through into a private booth and asked me to undress so she could check for re-growth of 'body' hair. With only slight embarrassment I removed my skirt, slip, panties and stockings before lying back in the chair as she studied my body. If she noticed the difference in my groin, she said nothing about it but she did use the electrolysis tool to remove the few odd hairs she found although this time, being prepared for the weird tingling sensation, was no discomfort. I removed my blouse so she could check my under-arms and she found no further hair. "All done, Jane," Jill smiled warmly at me. "You're all smooth as a baby's bottom with no hair to be seen, now. Just rest for a few minutes." I settled back in the cool leather of the chair and watched as she slipped out of the room. It seemed less than a minute when the door opened and Vanya stepped inside before closing it quietly behind her. I smiled warmly at her and whispered hello - she looked particularly beautiful with the fresh professional make-up. She returned my smile and sat on the edge of the seat beside me, her hands reaching up to gently tug on the hoops of my earrings, knowing how much I had learnt to enjoy the sensation. "Listen to me, my pretty little slave," she said softly yet her voice commanded my attention immediately. "Jill will be sending in another specialist in a minute but I wanted to warn you before she comes in what is going to happen. The lady is an expert in body-piercing and she is going to place some rings in your body." "But why?" I asked Vanya as my stomach knotted at her words. "Because I want you to carry them as signs of your acceptance of my total bondage of your body, mind and soul. I want to make sure you still accept that whatever I want, you will do and, in future, whenever you see your piercings you will be certain of who owns you," a caring smile on her lips took some of the sting from her words but I was still confused. "Just look at me, Vanya!" I responded. "Everything you see is what you have created, every part of me screams of your touch and my subservience to you. How will rings in my body alter anything?" "Shush," she said, placing a finger to my lips. "I want you to be ringed, to be permanently pierced, to carry symbols of your complete slavery to me in your body. It will always remind you of your status but I mainly want you ringed so that I know you have given yourself to me completely, to know every time I see them that you have given me the most precious gift you can - yourself - and it is forever! Now, enough talking because I am not asking your permission, merely telling you what is to happen so that you don't make a fool of yourself in front of this lady." Her eyes held a serious glint and I knew I had no choice, even at that moment my thoughts were mixed with whether I could prevent this happening, where I was to be pierced and if it would hurt. Vanya trailed her hands down from my earrings, her fingernails causing a path of sensation down the side of my neck, across my shoulders and over my exposed breasts as they were pushed upwards and out by my latex corset. Despite my confusion, her fingertips lightly squeezing my nipples instantly caused an inner desire, which brought a slight groan to my lips. Further discussion was prevented by a sharp knock on the door. Vanya stood up and said, "Come in." Before I could reach for anything to cover my near- nakedness, the door opened and a tall blonde woman in the ubiquitous white dress uniform strode into the room, the confident self-assuredness that she oozed being almost palpable. "Good morning ladies, I'm Tiffany" she smiled at us, while I stared blankly at her pretty looking face of some forty years of age. "Before we start, let me tell you that I am a trained nurse as well as a beautician and a specialist at body modification. I have been piercing and tattooing for many years now and I am extremely skilled at what I do. I'll also tell you that piercing does hurt a bit - it is not entirely painless as you may have heard or read. It is hardly more than having an injection or pricking yourself with a needle so I do not believe in unnecessary anaesthetics. Right, so who is getting pierced and where?" Her eyebrows rose with her questions and her glance flickered over my almost bare body before settling in a frank look straight into Vanya's returning smile. "I'm Vanya," she said softly, "But Jane here is the one to be pierced. I want medium sized rings through her nipples to start with. Jill has told me of another site of interest but I want you to tell me more about it first." Tiffany smiled back and said, "Come with me while I get my kit then you can show me what sized rings you prefer," and with that ushered Vanya out of the door. Their continuing discussion was interrupted by the door closing, shutting off any sounds outside the room. I sat tensely still wondering what was in store, each moment magnifying outrageous possibilities in my exploding imagination. Several thought - and fear - provoking minutes went by before the door opened quickly to be held by Vanya as Tiffany pushed in a cloth-covered trolley and positioned it beside the huge adjustable chair in which I sat, trying not to look as exposed as I felt, my legs crossed and an arm covering my breasts. That did not help; Vanya read my mind as she firmly ordered, "Sit up straight, Jane and show Tiffany your lovely breasts." With butterflies churning in my stomach I slowly complied then Tiffany sat alongside my hips and examined my nipples, her soft probing fingers making them grow erect very quickly, the speed of response making her smile knowingly into my eyes. Her look clearly told me she understood my relationship with Vanya and that I could not argue with anything she did to me. Satisfied with her inspection, she stood up and began adjusting the chair in which I sat. The footrest went down while the back pushed me into sitting upright as the whole chair rose up almost a foot above its former position. Tiffany partly pulled back the cloth from the trolley, exposing a whole array of equipment in shiny stainless steel bowls and I was almost afraid to look at it all. She pulled out a packet, shook it and ripped it open, taking out the soft latex surgical gloves one at a time to snap onto her hands, a haze of fine powder surrounding her fingers as she rubbed them together. She pushed a cover to one side and plunged her fingers into the exposed container and brought out a couple of swabs, the smell of them that suddenly attacked my nose informing me of surgical spirit. Both of my breasts were liberally washed in the spirit, its cool sensation making me shiver at its touch. I watched in frightened fascination, first as Tiffany looped some very fine cotton - perhaps even tooth- floss - around my right nipple and wrapped it tightly several times around its base, engorging my nipple and making it swell much greater than its normal size, then at the huge hypodermic needle that suddenly appeared in her gloved fingers. Supporting my nipple in a c-shaped plastic device, no doubt to protect her other hand, Tiffany carefully positioned and lined up the needle on the outside of my nipple. I looked down at her actions about my breast, wondering what I would feel then, without looking up, Tiffany said, "Stop holding your breath, Jane! I want you to take three big, slow breaths." I did as she ordered and, as I started to exhale the second one, she slowly but firmly pushed the needle through my nipple and I squealed loudly at the intense, incredibly localised pain. By the time it had fully registered in my brain, however, the intensity was fading very rapidly and I stared down at my nipple that now had the thick needle protruding from both sides. "See," said Tiffany. "It wasn't too bad, was it?" I didn't know whether to answer or not but Tiffany was already busy unwrapping a second needle and reaching over to my left nipple with more of the fine floss. I seemed to watch her actions in slow motion until the sudden surge of pain hit me as she thrust the needle through my nipple but it did not seem to hurt quite as much the second time. I looked down on my breasts, of which I had become so proud with Vanya's encouragement and praise, now both holding large needles horizontally through them. Tiffany reached to the trolley again and held up a thick gold ring, which was twisted slightly out of shape, and, positioning one pointed end of the ring into the hollow tip of the needle, she moved to grasp the other end of the needle in her right hand. Although she was slow and gentle, as Tiffany gradually pulled the needle out of my right nipple and threaded the ring in its place, it felt like my nipple was on fire and the breath whistled through my teeth as the finely-focused agony consumed my mind. Suddenly it was over and I gazed down at the inch diameter thick gold ring, which did not look so out of place at the base of my nipple as the needle had done - and still did in my other breast. She gave me a couple of moments to gather my courage then brought a second ring up to place it into the tip of the needle through my left nipple. Again, being a bit more prepared for the feeling made the pain more bearable as the ring replaced the needle. Tiffany returned to my right breast with two pairs of shiny steel pliers and twisted the ring into line and forced it closed so that the ends of the ring fitted into matching holes on a small gold ball which sealed the ring. Without pausing she did the same to my other ringed nipple then unwound and discarded the floss from both. After a few moments pause, as her professional eye assessed her work, she smiled into my eyes and told me. "You will be very proud of those rings, Jane. They look very pretty on your beautiful breasts." Then she reached for more swabs and the cool spirit on my tortured nipples was sheer heaven. As I wallowed in the wonderful cold feeling that took away most of the hurt I was aware of Vanya's soft chuckle and just caught her comment to Tiffany that "She'll also learn to love all the things I can now do to her." I opened my eyes again and stared down at my ringed nipples, noticing how red both they and the tips of my breasts had become from the piercing as Tiffany responded to Vanya that last week she had done a double piercing for a couple: a tongue pierce for the young girl and a clit pierce for her mistress. "You can imagine how much fun they'll have when the two piercings are connected with a short chain, can't you?" She finished the story and the image was extremely clear in my mind - I just hoped it didn't appeal too much to Vanya! Tiffany dropped the used swabs and needles into a disposal box then turned to the chair again, this time dropping the back almost horizontal and raising the leg rest to the same line. She pushed me backwards to lay full length as she raised the whole platform even more until I was looking upwards between Tiffany on one side of me and Vanya on the other. Tiffany was pushing a metal rod into the chair just below my hips and, once in place she passed a similar one to Vanya for fitting to the other side. Understanding came in a rush as Tiffany added a steel and leather fitting to the top of the pole - genealogical stirrups, as I had so recently had to experience at Dr Struthers! Moments later the women had lifted my legs into the shaped supports and closed a strap over my knees leaving me hopelessly trapped with my thighs well-spread apart. I dreaded what was coming next but knew I could not prevent it. Tiffany leaned between my legs with what appeared to be a felt-tip pen and pointed, asking Vanya if that was the spot she wanted. "A little lower," she answered then nodded and Tiffany made a mark on the skin at the base of my clit-penis at one side. Then, with care to match the site, she marked the other side of my clit. I was unable to prevent Tiffany swabbing those areas and, when I went to speak, Vanya's stern look told me it would not be the wisest of ideas. Moments later Tiffany threaded another needle through my skin at the left base of my clit - I really expected it to hurt a lot but the much thinner needle made it considerably less painful than my nipples. The second pierce was no more of a bother and I watched as best I could from my supine position as she eventually replaced the needles with much smaller rings than now hung from my nipples and closed them with the pliers. Now she moved lower between my wide-spread legs where I could no longer watch but, as Vanya nodded her head in agreement, I felt the touch of the pen again at the back of what used to be my scrotum. Again a second mark was added and I saw with relief that Tiffany picked up another thin needle. This time the pain was more intense, but nothing compared with that my nipples had suffered. Not being able to see what was going on - and my neck was aching from trying to see - I closed my eyes and laid back, aware of the tugging and pulling on my skin, the pierce of the second needle and the insertion of the rings. As I lay there I wondered why on earth Vanya wanted those places pierced - but became quickly certain that I would find out when she was ready to let me know. The cold touch of the surgical spirit in those places was almost as intense as the pain of the needles and I shivered each time she swabbed, especially as the last time she scrubbed her way up the underside of my clit-penis with the icy spirit. Moments later she held another needle, slightly thicker this time, and almost before I was aware of what she was doing she had taken a thick pinch of skin beneath the head of my once-proud penis and quickly pierced it. The pain was intense but, thankfully, over very quickly, and, in confusion, I watched Tiffany thread a short length of metal through the new hole she had made and screw a small gold ball into place. She moved her hands to let Vanya see clearly what she had done, then let me see the tiny barbell-like gold stick now a permanent feature on the underside of my clit. After disposing of the needles and swabs, Tiffany removed the cap of a tube and squirted the white cream onto the back of her gloved hand. Taking a tiny spatula she dabbed some of the cream to each of the seven piercings, telling me it was a very powerful antibacterial agent, which would prevent infection and speed the healing. When she had finally dabbed my nipples she gently worked the rings back and forth to carry the cream into the wounds then, grasping the two gold balls, which enclosed the ends of my nipple rings, began to gently pull on my breasts. To my surprise the feeling was only slightly uncomfortable and over-ridden by a very erotic sensation. Tiffany laughed softly at the confusion in my eyes, recognising the arousal she was creating and said quietly but firmly, "This is a hint of how good things will feel when your piercings have healed but you must only treat them very gently for the next four weeks until they have. I want you to sponge them daily with surgical spirit and add some of this cream each day for the first week. If there is any hint of infection give me a call and I will attend to it immediately. Just one other thing, Jane: should you even try to remove any of your body jewellery before I see you in a month I will be very angry with you. I can be quite nasty when I'm annoyed and I cause pain to those that annoy me." Her steely eyes reinforced her words and told me she was definitely not joking. My conclusion was confirmed when she added, "I mean what I say," and with that she pulled firmly and twisted my new nipple rings until I gasped with pain at the sudden assault. She released them immediately and my hands flew up to cover the painful tips of my breasts. As the hurt faded from my nipples I watched in relief as Tiffany tidied up her trolley and stripped the gloves from her hands and walked over to rinse them at the basin. Meanwhile, Vanya released my legs from the stirrups then handed me my panties. I gingerly threaded my legs through them and eased them up my hips. I was surprised to find the soft, thin rubber merely pressed the new gold rings against my body and the piercings were no longer at all painful, just a slight tingle if I pressed directly on them. I lifted my hips and pulled my panties tightly onto my hips, relieved it was all over. Not quite all over, though as Tiffany stood next to me with a funny looking device in her hand as she pushed my hair away from the side of my head and swabbed my ears with more surgical spirit. I knew what was coming as she moved the metal thing alongside my head, out of my range of vision and was ready for the quick, sharp prick in the top corner of my ear that accompanied the loud click from the ear- piercing tool. I was not expecting the second, third and forth piercing, however, but after what my nipples had gone through, this was almost negligible. As Tiffany moved to repeat her work on my other ear I reached up to feel what she had done, finding four closely-spaced small rings placed at the top of my left ear. These were quickly matched on the other side and I felt quite pleased as the piercings in my lower ears looked so pretty and let me wear loads of different earrings that Vanya had bought for me. She had also discovered the erotic feelings she could create in me by playing with my earrings - a soft arousing awareness from even the gentlest of touch. Tiffany came up to the side of the chair and raised the back a little, looked down at me with a smile and said, "Now I'll attend to your make-up, Jane. Just lie back while I get my things ready." Well, at least cosmetics don't hurt, I remember thinking as I rested and looked forward to some pampering. Moments later Tiffany had moved a chair up near my head and swabbed my whole face with surgical spirit, its coolness being so cleansing and pleasant as she scrubbed all around my eyes and mouth. I opened my eyes to a low buzzing sound and saw Tiffany holding what looked like a large, complex pen in her hand, an electric lead emerging from it and trailing behind her. "Stay still, Jane, while I do your lips," she told me as she leaned over and brought the pen towards my mouth. Its touch felt weird - a mixture of vibration and tiny pinpricks, not painful but slightly uncomfortable. As I got used to the feeling I relaxed a little and felt her gradually move the pen from the centre of my lower lip towards the corner of my mouth, then she re-started towards the other corner before retracing her actions a couple of times. After a few moments respite she began working on the edge of my top lip, again from the centre to the corners of my mouth and then going over the same path a few times. I watched her sit up and fiddle with the pen-thing, removing a small cylinder and replacing it with another from her trolley, then she leaned over me again, lowering the pen to my eyebrows this time. Back and forth, the tingling travelled along my eyebrow many times then, obviously satisfied, she moved over to my other eyebrow. I knew it couldn't be more electrolysis as I had no hair on my lips but knew better than to ask either Tiffany or Vanya what exactly she was doing. Several minutes later she sat up again to replace the cylinder in the gadget, then once more leaned over me, saying, "I want you to close your eyes, without squeezing them shut, Jane. I'll pull your eyelids slightly as I do your eyeliner, but just relax and let me do the work." I did as she said and felt her fingers stretch and hold my right eyelid then the prickly vibrations made their way along the edge of my eyelashes a couple of times before eventually moving to trace a path along my lower lashes. I felt Tiffany shift above me and her fingers moved over to my left eye to hold and stretch that eyelid and I looked up with my right eye into her deep green orbs, frowning slightly in concentration as the prickles began again. After what seemed ages, Tiffany breathed a big sigh and sat up. Yet another large swab appeared in her hand and again she scrubbed my face and I thought she was not happy with the result and would have to start again. She threw the swabs away then turned back and smiled down at me. "All done, Jane. It will look very attractive and you'll find make-up so much easier to apply. Have a look in the mirror," she said in a soft voice, moving her chair aside and adjusting mine so my feet could reach the floor. I found my shoes with my feet then stood atop my heels and stepped over to the big make-up mirror on the wall. My reflection showed my face still pale without any make-up but my attention was immediately drawn to my eyes, the thick black eyeliner standing out so strongly. Above them, my eyebrows were clearly defined in an artistic sweep to the corners of my face. My eyes swept down to my mouth where the edges of my lips were lined in a strong, lustrous crimson, the line enhancing and exaggerating the bow on my top lip while its counterpart made my lower lip appear much thicker than it had been. The rest of my lips were uncoloured but the skin surrounding each of the changed areas was very slightly red and puffy. I barely noticed the eight tiny gold rings perched in the tops of my ears I remained confused, trying to understand what I was seeing and I stared even closer at my now, cover-girl-shaped lips. I touched the line along my top lip as Vanya's reflection moved next to mine in the mirror. She smiled warmly, the love evident in her eyes, as she nodded, "A really kissable mouth, don't you think Just imagine how they'll look with glossy lipstick on them. And I've seen how you struggle to get your eyeliner even and exact, but with permanent make-up it will make it so much easier for you, Darling." "Permanent make-up?" I echoed quizzically and Vanya's smile deepened. Laughingly she explained, as if talking to a ten-year-old, "What you see is really a tattoo - Tiffany has inked into your skin so it will always be there to aid you putting on your make-up! Didn't you realise, you ninny?" I shook my head in confusion as I began to understand what she had said. I had thought that tattooing would have been much more painful than I had experienced and was amazed that is what she had done. By that time, Tiffany had put all her things away and, with a "I'll see you again in a month, Jane," had left the room with her trolley. I was still staring at the permanent changes to my face when Vanya pushed my stockings into my hand and told me to get dressed. With her assistance I was soon fully dressed again and, just as I zipped up my black leather mini-skirt, Jill popped her head round the door. "If you're ready, come through so we can do your make-up now. But first there is some coffee waiting for you," she said and her words were so welcome. We followed her through to the main part of the salon and sat down in a couple of easy chair, me suddenly stopping just before my bottom touched the seat, as I was afraid those new piercings would hurt. As I gingerly finished sitting down, finding I was barely aware of their presence, only Vanya was aware of my action and she smiled at me with a mixture of conspiracy and domination in her loving eyes. The coffee was so welcome and did much to boost my emotions after the unexpected attentions that had occurred. A few minutes later we were seated side by side as Suzy applied foundation creams and make-up to my face and Mandy manicured my nails before applying varnish. I was too drained to make much conversation with the two girls, instead dreamily listening as Vanya chatted with Mandy and Suzy. The wonderful feeling of being pampered soon overpowered the remnants of the piercing experience and I felt like I was almost floating by the time the beauticians had completed their work, finishing with a deft touch with a comb to the soft falls of my hair. At last I was able to sit up and lean forward to look at myself in the huge mirror. The image was incredible, my eyes looked so much more compelling with their bold eyeliner and thick lashes and my fuller lips looked so rich and succulent in their glossy, deep red shine. My hair was arranged so that the soft blonde tresses swept slightly away from my face, giving it a fuller appearance and letting me see the large gold hoops dangling from my lobes, now complemented by the tiny rings looping over the curl at the tops of my ears. I was really pleased at the improvements to my looks and, despite the discomforts that had been forced upon me, I smiled my thanks at Vanya, our eyes locking for several seconds and many different messages flashed back and forth between us. While Vanya was settling up the bill - and while no one was looking - I watched my reflection as I pulled my shoulders back, pushing out my breasts, and could just see the feint outline of the rings through my nipples against the soft silk of my blouse. I was relieved that they didn't show through my clothes as they still tingled quite a lot and it felt like they must be flashing like beacons. Vanya repeated her treat by taking me to see a film, followed by a really superb meal at one of the best restaurants. It was not easy to concentrate on the film, knowing I now had so many metals rings piercing my body in various spots and I could feel various sensations from each new wound. My nipples tingled the most and in the darkness I tried to press them to ease the feelings, which it did momentarily, being surprised at the feel of the rigid rings beneath my blouse. Later, at the restaurant Vanya asked how the piercings felt and I tried to describe the tingling itch I felt, to which she chuckled quietly and said she loved having me permanently marked. Stupidly, I tried to make her feel guilty by telling her that it made me feel strange, having rings in my body that other people didn't have. She smiled sweetly at me and, in a firm voice she informed me. "But you're not like other people any more, Jane. You are a slave! You are my slave and now you will never be able to forget it." The wine with the meal soon had me feeling really mellow and helped to dissipate the unease Vanya's words had created. I had accepted her slow enslavement of my body and mind - even my soul was hers through our complete love for each other - but this sudden, blatant show of my status was a hard pill to swallow. When we got home, Vanya undressed me lovingly then took me to bed and cuddled me to sleep. As my eyes finally closed I was in no doubt about how big her love for me was and my fears melted away. The following morning, after my enema and shower, Vanya seated herself on the edge of the bed and had me sit on the floor between her thighs. She wriggled forward until I felt her moist pussy at the base of my neck. She told me to clasp my hands behind my back and keep them there. When I had she reached around my shoulders and placed a forefinger atop each of my nipples. They were still incredibly sensitive from the piercing and I gasped at the feeling, mostly a strange pain that was not entirely just hurt as there was an arousing quality to it as well. "I have a special mantra for you, Jane and I want you to repeat it over and over as I rub this antibiotic into your nipples," she informed me then told me the words. She increased the pressure on my nipples and began moving her fingers on them as I shrank from this weird feeling yet began repeating as she had ordered, "These are my slave- rings that show I belong to Vanya. These are my slave-rings that show I belong to Vanya..." With each repetition she pressed a little harder until I wanted to get away from her fingers but couldn't. By now I was gasping at the discomfort between chanting the mantra she demanded until, after about twenty verses she dropped her hands to gently cup and squeeze my full breasts in the way she had taught me to love and my gasps turned to sighs of delight. She had me stand then and bend over to hold my ankles so she could massage antibiotic into the two rings through the back of my shrunken scrotum, again making me say those silly words over and over as she did so. Then I had to turn and face her so she could rub more cream into the other two rings on either side of my clit and finally the bar beneath its head, again having to repeat the same words over and over. None of these genital piercings hurt at all, it was just a slightly uncomfortable feeling and was more than offset by the delightful attention of Vanya's probing fingers. At last she was done and she smiled up at me, said I had done well and deserved a reward. Vanya reached beneath the pillow and retrieved a large pink rubber dildo and began licking it lewdly and I felt excitement begin to leap throughout my body. She reached behind me with her left hand and parted my cheeks while her other one took the well-lubricated dildo and pressed the head against the entrance to my body. As she gently began to penetrate me she smiled up into my eyes, hers beaming her love to me as she said "I'm glad you have accepted your rings for what they are, Darling. Soon you will also get pleasure from them too - if I want to give it to you." With that she moved very slowly towards my groin and extended her tongue to the tip of my clit. As I gasped at the incredible feeling that burst with her touch she slowly sucked the tiny head between her moist lips and I groaned loudly with the fantastic feelings she was creating. My knees began to buckle at the intense feeling and Vanya held the dildo tightly so that I sank down further upon it, forcing its length deeper inside me until I was fully penetrated. Without thinking I grasped Vanya's shoulders for support as she began to drive the dildo in and out of my body and suck wildly on the head of my clit. The feelings were so intense that I felt my orgasm start to grow very quickly. She sensed it also for she leaned back to smile up at me again, murmuring. "I want you to tug gently on your nipple rings, Jane and repeat your mantra out loud. You are not to climax until you have repeated it twenty times, do you understand?" As the words sank in I nodded wildly and gasped, "Oh Yes!" and reached to hold the thick gold rings then lifted them up and out from my body. As I felt her lips begin sucking strongly on my clit once more I chanted, "These are my slave rings that show I belong to Vanya. These..." trying to keep count while feeling each nuance of Vanya's incredible mouth, the urgent thrusting of the dildo adding to my rapidly growing excitement yet trying to prevent reaching orgasm too soon. In addition the feelings I was creating in my nipples and breasts added extra heat to my fire. I was fairly certain I went beyond the twenty mantras when it suddenly became impossible to hold back my climax and it burst like a balloon throughout my body, making me scream at its intensity. It went on for ages as Vanya prevented me from falling while still driving me wild with her mouth and dildo. Very slowly the orgasm began to fade and I returned to what was happening outside my body. I realised I was crying with happiness at the incredible feelings Vanya had once again created within me and I sank to my knees between her thighs and blurted out my love and gratitude for all the things she did to me. She held me lovingly in her arms, stroking my hair and whispering her love for me until I got back in control of myself. Vanya lay back on the bed and guided my mouth to her very moist inner lips and I willingly did everything I could to give her the same excitement she had given me and show how much I loved this incredible woman. When she had experienced several climaxes Vanya gently pushed my mouth from her body and pulled me up beside her on the bed where we cuddled happily in satisfied exhaustion. Morning and night for a week Vanya rubbed more cream into the piercings while I repeated the mantra she demanded and each morning she sucked me to climax as she did so. By the end of that first week the bruising had faded from my nipples and I felt far less pain each time she pressed them and she never once pulled or tweaked the rings anywhere in my body. During the second and subsequent weeks Vanya had me rub in the cream each morning in front of her while I still had to repeat the mantra. Only once that procedure was complete would she pull me to her and make love with me in the varied ways we had before I was pierced and we settled back into the wonderful loving ways that we had developed together. Time seemed to go by so fast and we were soon back at the salon where Tiffany inspected each of my piercings, declared them all well-healed and said I no longer had to care for them each day. In the whole month I hadn't once had one problem with any of them, nor had I found any to be of inconvenience although for the first few days I sat or laid down very gingerly just in case I would tweak or pull inadvertently on a ring. During that time I also got acclimatised to my permanent make-up. The slight swelling was gone in a day or two and it really did save me a lot of time with my cosmetics. I quickly began to love the boldness it added to my eyes and the greater fullness of my lips. I don't think it was my imagination, either, that Vanya spent even more time kissing me and staring into my eyes. During my check-up visit Tiffany made several injections into my lips. It hurt quite a lot but the very fine needle she used and holding Vanya's hand helped me through it and she told me the collagen would enhance my lips even further. Once it was finished both my lips were much fuller and made my mouth much more attractive - and once the soreness faded next day Vanya kept showing me how "kissable' they now were. For the next month or two Vanya would frequently play with the rings in my body as we made love, my nipples having become much bigger and more sensitive since being pierced and I couldn't seem to get enough of her playing with them. One time she was gently teasing the one while sucking the other and, almost without warning, I suddenly climaxed. From that moment on she only had to grasp my nipples or tug on the rings to make me gasp with the delightful feelings it caused and I lost all willpower to resist her - that the rings made me a slave to my own desires and Vanya's wants there was now no denying. They really were my slave rings and I had begun to love them. The next morning Vanya chose a pink rubber blouse for me to wear. It was so low-cut that it left my breasts completely bare, exposed to Vanya's lustful gaze. She then clipped little gold bells to each of my nipple rings and tapped them with her fingernail, yielding a pleasant high 'ding' from each. She laughed happily at the sound then told me to get on with my make- up. Every move shook my breasts and made the tiny bells ring almost constantly and I spent many a day from then on with the bells accompanying every movement. Vanya told me she loved hearing me about the house without even needing to see me to know where I was, the bells telling her that her slavegirl was nearby. Secure in the knowledge that she could instantly turn me on through my pierced breasts she slowly turned her attention towards the other rings. One morning, after my enema, she removed the tiny rod from under the tip of my clit and replaced it with the smallest padlock I have ever seen. Once the gold wire of the lock was through my clit she pulled it backwards and looped it through the two rings at the back of what had once been my scrotum. Vanya pressed the thin but strong wire into the body of the tiny lock then turned and removed the miniscule key. That left my clit pulled tightly against my groin so that the two rings on either side of the base of my clit hung down, making it look like they were labia piercings on a real vagina - the effect was quite remarkable. She added another, slightly larger padlock through the rings on either side of the base of my clit which pulled the 'lips' closer together to enhance the effect and further trap my clit in its new position. In soft, silky tones Vanya told me that even my clit was under her full control now as I would not be able to play with it or reach climax whilst it was locked away. I'm sure she was right but, since we had first moved in together I had not had to masturbate for she had kept me so sexually satisfied that there was never a need. However, she left me locked like that all day, which was slightly uncomfortable and a constant reminder of her control, only releasing me at bedtime and only after I had licked her to four orgasms. I had not realised how being locked up all day had made me so aware of my clit and how Vanya owned it and the rest of me; to say I was horny would be the understatement of the century. She ignored me while she rested and I really felt as though she was going to leave me in that heightened, unsatisfied state. What a relief when Vanya looped her index fingers through both of my nipple rings and pulled me firmly to her and kissed me. Her tug on my nipples was the most intense yet and I gasped at the mixture on discomfort and arousal that burned through my breasts. As her lips left mine she whispered, "Don't worry, my darling Jane. The rings are thick enough that they won't rip through the flesh of your nipples. The skin is tough enough to withstand quite a lot of force and now they are properly healed I'm going to tug them much harder and you will learn to love it too." In the soft light of our bedroom the love in her eyes was still clearly visible and I had no fear from her words. Her fingers continued to tug the rings, gradually getting firmer in her actions until I began to feel discomfort but not yet pain. I remember it was such a strange feeling at first, which was incredibly arousing. In addition it felt good knowing Vanya loved me so much she had pierced me to show how I belonged to her - and now she was exciting me through those piecings in such a wonderful way. I was in heaven. She kissed me deeply and began twisting as well as tugging on the rings and in minutes I was on the verge of an orgasm and knowing it would be a very intense one. Vanya sensed how close I was and slowed her hands a bit to hold me near the edge without letting me plunge over, her tongue still churning with mine as we kissed. She drew her head back and smiled into my face, her eyes smoky with love and passion. "Now, my beautiful slave. Now you will come for me," she ordered huskily and she pulled and wiggled up and down rapidly on both of my nipple rings. And I did! Her actions and words made me climax without any other touch and it was so intense I screamed out my love for her. It lasted what seemed like several minutes and left me drained of energy. I gathered Vanya into my arms and whispered how much I loved her as she laughed huskily and said she had told me the rings made me her slave. She asked if I still resented her getting me pierced. I pretended to go deep into thought with a serious frown on my face then said, "You were so bossy in making me have them done - you should have warned me before we went!" Then I dissolved into giggles and I hugged her tightly and told her truthfully that I loved my slave rings and what she did with them. She snuggled down the bed a bit and took my left ring and nipple into her mouth, her tongue washing away the slight hurt that she had caused. I sighed contentedly and again as she shifted to my right nipple then we both drifted off into a very peaceful and satisfying sleep. The next morning, when we woke and enjoyed our usual early- morning cuddles and kisses I watched a wicked gleam dawn in Vanya's eyes. I wasn't sure what it was all about until I was about to get dressed after our usual morning routine, she having beaten me to it. Vanya took something from her jewellery box and, with a lovely smile, announced she had a gift for me. With that she held up a shiny steel ring then reached for my hand and slid it onto my right middle- finger. Before I had chance to look properly at it she produced another, which she slid onto the matching finger of my left hand. Now I looked at the matching rings and saw that on the front of each was a small protrusion, which held another tiny ring, which was free to move as I did. Although I was a bit confused at the unexpected gift I knew Vanya would have an ulterior motive but thanked her anyway. What came next was a complete surprise for she threaded a very small clip through the ring on my right hand and pulled it up to snap the clip through my right nipple-ring. I was too confused to prevent what she was doing and the next thing I realised was that my other hand was similarly joined to my other breast. And I was helpless! I instantly found that there was now escape: even the weight of my arms was too much for my nipples to take without incredible pain. The only way I could stand it was to almost press the backs of my hands against my breasts. I quickly begged Vanya to release me, that I couldn't take this form of bondage and desperately needed release. Her face took on a superior smile, as she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Then you shouldn't have criticised me last night! Oh, I know you weren't serious when you said I was bossy and should have warned you about your being pierced. You were only joking - well I'm only joking now with your bondage but you will stay that way for the next two hours." With that she turned and strutted out of the room, leaving me helplessly bound, naked apart from my corset and heels. I tried to follow her but the sudden leap into movement was not a good idea! My hands lost momentary contact with my breasts and the tug on both nipples was extremely painful. It also made me horribly aware that, should I fall, I could do serious damage. Even as accustomed as I was to high heels I became very afraid of falling or even a slight trip, which could cause my reaction to throw my arm out for balance. What could I do? Either lie down on the bed or go and find Vanya and beg her forgiveness. I tried the former and I dare anybody to try it - no matter how slowly I moved I seemed to be always painfully tugging on one nipple or the other. In misery, after almost an hour I decided to find Vanya and beg for release. That first required sitting up. By the time I had managed that there were tears of frustration and pain trailed down both cheeks. I was a bundle of misery by the time I was standing and I rested for a few minutes before slowly and carefully setting off for the kitchen. Vanya wasn't there so I had to continue to the lounge. No luck there either. Nor the bedrooms, nor dining room. I even struggled up to my workshop in the attic but no sign of Vanya. By that time my arms were starting to tire from their strange position with the backs of my hands pushed into my breasts but I didn't dare move them. I navigated the stairs once more then began another tour of the house with no luck in finding Vanya. I frustration I sat in the lounge, managing to rest my elbows on the arms of a chair. Whilst that did ease the muscles for a short while, it did not allow anything approaching comfort and my nipples were constantly reminded of their load. Unfortunately I allowed myself to descend into self-pity and began to cry again at my plight. A shaking body was NOT called for as it hurt even more but I realised there was nothing I could do; there was absolutely no escape without Vanya's approval and help. Eventually I stopped snivelling and, with even more frustration, realised I couldn't even wipe my nose or the tears from eyes. A big sniff and a sigh later I began to quieten my breathing and listen carefully to the noises around me. In any house there are so many sounds, clicking, creaking or whatever as it heats and cools throughout the day and night. In addition there were external sounds such as the slight gusts of wind, the noise it made through the telephone lines and birdcalls. I listened and began to identify each one and consoled myself with the thought that my 'game' was helping to keep my mind off my current predicament and aching nipples. Suddenly through all the feint sounds around me I heard, even fainter, the slight 'ding' of a bell. It was very quiet but the high-pitched tone I would always recognise for it was the sound of one of the bells I had carried on my nipple rings for many days. I struggled atop my heels once more and made my way slowly into the hallway where I stopped, almost not breathing, and listened again. Soon I heard the sound again, slightly louder and headed off in its direction. Eventually I tottered carefully into our bedroom once more and found Vanya sitting on the edge of the bed, a bell between the finger and thumb of one hand and the fingernail of her opposite hand tapping lightly upon it. She smiled at me but her eyes quickly filled with concern when she saw the tearstains on my face, my runny- nose and the pain in my eyes. She dropped the bell and sprang to her feet. In three quick steps she was by my side and unhooking the clip holding my right hand to my nipple. The other quickly followed and, with my hands hanging limply down by my sides, she gathered me quickly into her arms and held me tight. I cried like a baby. It was several minutes before she spoke, pulling back from our embrace so she could look into my eyes. "Darling Jane, I'm so sorry to have hurt you - that wasn't what I wanted to do. I wanted you to remind you that I can always put you in bondage whenever I want; I wanted you to be frustrated and realise only I could release you but I didn't intend you to really suffer. I didn't know your nipples would be so painful and you didn't deserve such punishment - I really did know you were joking." I didn't say so but I made up my mind then and there that I would never criticise Vanya ever again! She led me over to the bed and laid me on it then left the room. Moments later she was back with a pot of cream, dollop some on each nipple, making me shiver at its cold but welcome smoothness and began to gently massage my breasts. Within minutes all the pain had died from my mind, being replaced entirely with an erotic anticipation that continued to build with each stroke of her soft fingers. I sighed and opened my eyes to look up at Vanya, catching the look of concern still in her eyes which changed to understanding love as she realised I was now quite turned-on. In mock outrage she exclaimed, "You little minx! You're a bigger masochist than I ever expected!" In contrast to her words her kiss was extremely gentle at first, but slowly her tongue became more active and I sensed her heart-rate accelerate along with mine. Several moments later she broke the kiss and slid down my body to suck and tease my clit as only she knew how as I groaned in delight. Vanya slowed things down with her mouth and tongue whilst her fingers and nails teased up and down the inside of my thighs. My breathing increased as this delightful treatment gradually lifted me higher and higher and I moaned in delight with each wave of pleasure. Suddenly Vanya did two things at once: a finger grabbed at both rings through the base of my ex-scrotum and began gently tugging then a finger began teasing at the entrance to my body, slowly circling the sensitive tissue around my anus. Vanya's mouth increased it activity ten-fold and I was on a roller-coaster ride up towards a massive climax. It was on me in moments and I screamed and screamed with its intensity. It was not a long climax but it's feeling was so exquisite that I was glad no one lived nearby to hear the screams of delight it had caused. Eventually I managed to open my eyes and look down into Vanya's. So much love shone from them to me as she gave me a radiant smile. So! There we are. I have completed the account of my transition as Vanya wanted and have posted it to both ASSM and Fictionmania for your approval. Although I'll certainly continue this journal for Vanya and me I don't know if I'll post any more of our life together. Like any of you I have no idea what the future might hold - although I have some hopes! However, to reflect on what has happened to me and, perhaps, answer your silent questions: Would I change it? No way! I am more deeply in love with Vanya than I ever was and I know that love is returned in spades. Vanya often asked if I regretted some of the big things, things she did to me like my permanent make-up or internalising my testicles but I never have. Life is about going forward, not backward. Do I have regrets? A difficult one. I sometimes question the extent of my masochism and love of Vanya's domination but I feel whole, complete, constantly far happier than I ever felt in my life before that fateful moment when she took control of me. Sure, I wonder what else 'might have been' but I know, love and wonder at what has actually happened to me. Am I less of a person as a slave, a sub, no longer a 'man'? I could not ask for more in life than my loving mistress, my soul-mate and our happiness together. Sometimes I even try and remember what a 'male' orgasm was like as I buried my erectness deep inside Vanya's pussy - but know without question it doesn't even come close to what she can make me feel now. And I feel incredibly strong in knowing that Vanya's climaxes are far more intense than I used to be able to create within her. Her sexual needs, like mine, are extremely high and still growing - so different to all the letters Vanya still gets, complaining of reducing sex-drives and boredom! I have never been attracted to men and Vanya only wants to be with me. We are happy. In conclusion, to anyone out there who has managed to read through our story I say this: if you are lucky enough to meet your life's true love, be TOTALLY honest with each other and set out to fulfil each other's every fantasy. You will never regret it and it's amazing what might happen. Should you want to constructively comment on our chosen lifestyle please feel free to contact us, although I'm sure many have done so to Vanya's shorter and better-written articles and extracts of our life together. Vanya also asks for more ideas for her dominance over me though why I cannot fathom; she has such a superb imagination and the ideas she gets from her letters and stuff are enough to fill four lifetimes. I haven't mentioned things such as how we dealt with family issues, how Vanya met Doctor Struthers or our dentist and other professionals we now know and trust, or even the many embarrassments we both suffered in our earliest times of my transition. I don't think they are really relevant to the most wonderful period of my life - to date, that is, for I have a feeling that the future is going to be even better!