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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER
OR MY WEEK-END OF SERVITUDE AND HUMILIATION
CHAPTER VII MY PIERCINGS
I laid on the bed face down for about half an hour, until I heard Tom
close to front door and come up the stairs. He walked into my bedroom and
came closer to my bed and inspected Ann's handiwork. He said, "Ann, is
going to kill somebody one of these days if she doesn't restrain herself
better."
He left the room only to return a few minutes later with a tube of salve
in his hand. He proceeded to put on a latex glove and apply some of the
ointment carefully up and down my back. As he recapped the tube, he said,
"There that should help reduce the pain and speed up the healing."
Just then Ann walked into the room and asked Tom, "Doesn't that look just
beautiful with all those welts evenly spaced up and down her back?"#
Tom responded, "Yes, like a real professional Dominatrix. We need to get
going soon if we are going to get to the 'parlor' and get back in time to
dress and make an appearance at the Black Dahlia," he added.
Ann replied, "I am just about dressed, then I will help Heather get
dressed, it will only take about half an hour, enough time for you to take
a shower and change clothes."
Within about 7 minutes Ann returned wearing a mini skirt, a black bra with
holes for the nipples to protrude, and a white see through blouse. She
took my hand and helped pull me up and off the bed, and lead me over to
the dressing table. She proceeded to start applying my feminine make-up.
She spoke real softly, "This will be just a light day time job so that you
will not have a mess all over your face when we get home."
I wondered what she meant, but again was not going to ask any stupid
questions. When she was finished, she took me by the hand again and lead
me into my bathroom. There was the dreaded IV stand with the bag hanging
on it and the pitcher sitting on the side of the sink, next to a bottle of
vodka, and the powdered douche. She motioned me to bend over the side of
the tub, and started mixing everything. As she was filling the bag, she
said, "This won't be a very large volume, but it will be a little more
vodka than usual since you might need it a little later on." She repeated
the routine like so many times in the past, and I was relieved that it
wasn't a large volume, but it still made me feel bloated and I could feel
tinges of cramping starting after several minutes.
She lead me back to the bedroom and busied herself laying out articles of
clothing, then turned around and said, "Put these on while I get a pair of
shoes for you to wear."
I saw that she had put out a short tank top and a matching pair of short
shorts , and a pair of red cotton stretch thong panties. I thought that
she had forgotten about a bra and pads, but when I asked she informed me
that I would not be needing them for this trip. Again I was confused as to
why we had to go back to the beauty parlor, since she had put a short page
boy wig on me, and to go out sans bra and padding. But she left the room
before I could ask. I proceeded to slip on the thong panties, short
shorts, and short tank top that left my mid-drift bare, just in time for
Ann to come back into the room carrying a pair of 5 inch high heeled shoes
with long straps dangling from them. She told me to sit down while she put
them on me properly.
After squeezing my feet into the shoes, she wound the straps up my ankles
and half way up my legs before buckling the straps together. They felt
very weird on my ankles and legs, and as I stood up, I had a difficult
time balancing in them since the heel was a stiletto.
Ann said, "Now go fill up your purse with all the female essentials a slut
needs to carry."
I gathered everything together and dumped them in my purse as fast as I
could then followed her down the stairs trying not to fall down the stairs
with the strange shoes on. Tom was waiting by the front door, and opened
it for us and said, "Heather looks like a street walker in that out fit!"
Ann replied, "That is the look I was trying to create, so thank you."
We all got into the car with me in the back seat. Tom pulled out of the
drive way, but turned in the wrong direction to the beauty parlor. We
drove for about 15 minutes into a part of town that I had never been
before, past an area that was full of truck stops just off the Interstate.
Just passed the Interstate On Ramp, we pulled into what resembled a two
bedroom post World War II prefab house. As we pulled into the large
parking lot in front of the house, I saw the sign "BIG ALS TATTOO PARLOR"
and in smaller letter underneath, "AND PIERCING SALON". My heart sank, and
a scream rang through my head that yelled, "Oh no, not a piercing, not
with these marks all over my back."
Tom opened my door and helped me out, and by the time we got to the door,
I was walking a lot better, maybe it was the relaxing effect of the vodka
that was starting to effect me. I had found out that if I took smaller
steps and shifted my weight directly over to each foot, that I could walk
a lot better. But, I was sure I was wiggling my ass like that bar waitress
did in the club last night. Tom opened the door for Ann and I, and when we
entered the shop he spoke up, "Hi Al, ready for some work?"
Al grinned, with a stub of a cigar clenched in his stained teeth and gave
me a leering look and said out of the corner of his mouth, "This won't be
work, it will be a pleasure!"
I noticed that Tom was carrying a small bag with him as he set it down on
a table, open it up and pulled things out if it. He said, "Here are the
sterile piercing needles in the proper gage sizes, not those used ones
that you wash and reuse. And here is clean undiluted antiseptic, and
sterile latex gloves for you to wear."
Al's response was, "Tom you hurt me deeply, I only use new sterile
implements, at least most of the time." Tom leaned over to me and in a low
voice said, " He is a little dirty and unsavory, but he is the best tattoo
artist and piercing guru in the Tristate area!"
I looked Al over with disgust as he was slovenly kept with a gray
undershirt on ( at least it looked gray, it could have been white and in
need of a washing several weeks ago), and faded blue jeans with oil stains
all over. He had tattoo's all over his body, arms, and back. I noticed
that in the back corner of the room was an "over padded" woman sitting on
a small sofa, filing her nails. She was topless, and her breasts were
sagging down quite a bit showing tattoo's all over her body, arms and
breasts. To my horror each nipple was pierced with very large rings, her
septum, eyebrow, and lip had visible piercings.
Ann spoke up and said, "Good, I see that Linda is here, you don't mind if
I take her in the back room and 'play' for a little while do you?"
Al responded, "No if that will keep her mouth shut for a little while."
Ann went over to Toms bag and carried it with her and as she passed Linda
she grabbed one nipple ring and pulled her up off the chair and led her
into the next room.
Al said, "Let's get started on this slut of yours, Tom. Have her climb up
on this table and lay down."
Tom motioned for me to get on the table. It was padded and covered with a
heavy plastic surface, and had a roll of white paper pulled down the
length of it for a sanitary covering, I supposed. No sooner had I gotten
myself in the proper position on the table when Al pulled up leather
straps from the sides of table and proceeded to strap me down. While the
straps did not keep me from moving a little, they did keep my body down
flat on the table.
Al said, "Let's start with her tongue since that is the least painful."
I was shocked that Tom would want my tongue pierced, but he agreed with
Al. I was told to stick out my tongue while Al used a caliper to measure
the thickness of my tongue. He informed Tom that it was one and a quarter
inch thick. Tom pulled a packet out of his shirt pocket, and sorted
through the small envelopes until he picked out an envelope and said, "Ah
yes, I have one."
He proceeded to hold up a gold bar with two gold balls about 3/16" in
diameter on each end of the bar. Tom put on a pair of Tom's latex gloves,
and unscrewed one ball and held the jewelry in the palm of his gloved
hand. Al picked up a felt marking type pen, and with the aid of the
calipers to align the top and bottom entry and exit points placed dots on
my tongue. Al picked up a pair of forceps looking tool with triangle holes
in the flattened ends. I suppose he placed the holes centered on the dots,
and squeezes my tongue very tight locking the forceps closed, the pain was
very uncomfortable, but bearable. Tom retrieved one of the needles that he
had brought, and split open the package and pulled out the needle. He
placed it in Al's hand that was not holding the forceps.
It took Al only a minute to line up the needle, then he said, "Here we go,
one pierced tongue." At the same instant he pushed the needle through my
tongue. I waited for the needle to go through my tongue and the pain that
I thought would ensue. But Tom handed Al the gold bar with one gold ball
on it and said, "Put it through the hole now."
I could see that the needle was sticking up through my tongue, when Al
positioned the bar into the hollow needle and pushed the needle back
through my tongue so the bar followed the needle back through the hole. In
a few seconds, Al had the other gold ball screwed onto the lower end of
the bar, and removed the forceps. I was surprised that the forceps were
the most painful part of the piercing. Which probably gave me a false
feeling that piercings would not be too painful. My mouth did feel strange
and I had a warm tingling feeling in my tongue where the bar was held in
place. I started to say something, but the first words out of my mouth
were so lisping that I don't think either one knew what I said.
Al said, "Let's do the septum now." He picked up the felt tip pen again,
and a small pocket flashlight. And peered into my nostril and placed the
calipers into my nose with each prong into each nostril to get a level and
even placement of the dots. Again the forceps were placed over each dot
and Tom handed him another needle. It took Al about a minute to line up
the needle before he said, "Here we go!"
At that instant I felt a sharp pain in my nose, and I let out a "ugha,"
sound. A tear came to my eyes, but the major pain was over in a second or
two. Al removed the forceps by pulling one leg of the forceps off over the
short needle end, then sliding the other leg along the longer capped end
of the needle until it slipped off the Lura lock end of needle. Tom handed
Al a gold ring about an inch in diameter but it had a gap in the ring
about 3/16" wide. Al pushed the open end of the ring onto the hollow
needle and pushed the ring into the hole allowing the needle to come back
out the other side. Tom handed Al a gold 3/16" diameter ball, but instead
having internal threads, it had two dimples on opposite side of the ball.
Al snapped the ball into the gap in the ball securing the ring into my
nose.
I said, "Now I am glad that is over," and struggled to get up.
Tom said, "Oh no, we are not done yet." Then he pulled up my tank top to
around my neck and looked at Al, and pointed to my chest.
I pleaded, "Pleath, nooo not my nippuths," with a pronounced lisp!
Tom responded, "Yes, my dear, that is the most erotic piercing of all."
Then it dawned on me why Ann had not made me wear a bra and pads. Al
picked up the felt pen, and began locating dots on each side of both
nipples, wiping one of them off with alcohol, and realigning it so that
all four dots were in a straight line and on each edge of the aureole's.
Again the forceps were positioned and closed on my left nipple causing
extreme pain, and I let out a, "ooww." My nipples were still very
sensitive from the alligator clips that Ann had used on me earlier that
day. Al took the needle that Tom handed him, and took another two minutes
to align it properly to come out the other side in perfect alignment.
Then those dreaded words, "Here we go!" from Al and again at that instant
I felt a white hot burning pain in my nipple, and let out a loud scream
from my already horse vocal chords. The pain subsided almost immediately,
but was still hurting and throbbing, not only form the piercing, but the
forceps. Al removed the forceps leaving the needle in place. My nipple was
still throbbing as Al took the next gold ring that was 1?" in diameter,
and pushed the needle out allowing the ring to follow the open path left
by the needle. A 1/4" gold ball was snapped into place closing the gap in
the ring.
This procedure was repeated on the right nipple, and I was getting very
faint by this time. I think that Tom was aware that I was turning a little
pale, and light headed by this time, so he told Al to let me up for a
cigarette break. I was never so glad to have a cigarette break in my life
even if I never had the smoking habit. I wobbled over to the table where
my purse was and fumbled for the pack, found it and pulled one out. With
shaking hands I light it up, and out of force of habit blew a thin stream
of smoke over my shoulder.
Al spoke up and said, "She is a real slut, does she give head that good?"
Tom responded, "Even better, Al."
I blushed a little, but hoped and prayed that I would not have to do this
dirty old man. At that time, we heard several loud shrieks from the back
room followed by a loud moaning, "Yes," "Yes," "Oh Yes," "AAAAH," from a
female voice. I knew exactly what was happening! Tom motioned his head
toward the back room and walked back and opened the door so we all could
see what was happening.
Linda was stretched out on the couch with her legs spread wide apart, and
Ann was standing between he legs. I could see at least three needles
piercing each side Linda's labia, and that her clit was pierced with a
small gold ring dangling from it. Ann had a short flogger in her hand that
look like it was made of fine strands of leather braided together. There
were about 7 strands and each one ended in a tight knot. Ann used her
other hand to reach under her skirt and obviously rubbing her pussy. Every
few seconds, Ann would stroke the flogger into Linda's pussy with enough
force to cause Linda to scream and lift her ass off the couch. It only
took several more strokes of the flogger for Ann to climax with a loud,
"AAAAh God Yessss." She dropped the flogger, and dropped down into a chair
behind her and swooned several more times.
Tom nodded his head again in the direction back into the parlor, and Al
and I followed him. Al said, "Let's have a quick drink while the girls get
composed." He went to a small refrigerator and brought out three bottles
and handed Tom and I each bottle of wine cooler, and a beer for himself. I
lit up another cigarette as it seemed to calm my nerves a little. Within a
few minutes, I was feeling better, maybe in part to the smoking, and the
wine cooler and vodka.
I guess that Tom knew also what happened in the back room, as he said,
lets get Ann in here now since she wants to watch this last piercing. I
exclaimed, "Not another one, where?"
"In your clit like Linda's!" was Al's reply.
"I don't have a clittth. Clittth...." I started to say then it dawned on
me what he was referring to. "Oh pleath, no, not my cock!" I begged.
Tom said, "Ann wants you to have it for her sexual pleasure, during your
piercing, and after it heals."
I thought about it for a minute and said, "You mean dat thee wanth yo have
inthercourthe wid me?"
Tom said, "Why of course, we both want to have sex with you, not just me."
I thought about it for a minute and felt at least there was some good that
would come from all this pain. So, with mixed emotions, I went back over
to the table and said, " I am readie." I climbed back up on the table, so
that Al could strap me down again. Tom went into the back room to get Ann.
Al reached around my hips and pulled down my short shorts and thong
panties all at one time and left them around my knees. He picked up the
calipers and pen, and proceeded to make his dots on each side of my cock
head about in inch down from the tip and slightly above the urethra hole.
When he was satisfied that the marks were in the proper place, he picked
up the forceps, and clamped it onto the head centered over the dots. Tom
and Ann came back and went to either side of the table. Tom handed Al
another needle, and said, "Do it good Al."
Ann spoke up and asked, "Will it hurt Heather very much?"
Al said, "Yes, it is about the same pain level as the nipples, but since
the cock is about 1 1/4" across at this point, it will take much longer to
penetrate that much flesh, which is about three times wider than a nipple
piercing. And I have to keep the needle in perfect alignment, so I have to
pierce slower. It generally takes about 6 to 8 full seconds to complete
the piercing."
Anne said, "Well 6 to 8 seconds is not all that long, can't you make it
last longer?" Then she gave me a big smile with a roughish gleam in her
eyes.
Al said, "Not really, any slower, and the needle stops, and I could lose
the proper alignment. It takes a steady and constant push to properly
pierce a depth like a cock."
About this time the forceps were really starting to hurt, and I said, "Do
it or take the forcepth off."
Al agreed, and Tom handed him another needle, and said, "Do it Al."
Al positioned the needle carefully, and after about 30 seconds for proper
alignment, said, "Here it goes." And the pain shot through my cock, but it
did not stop like the previous piercings. it continued on and on building
up even more if that was possible. I let out a shrill scream that lasted
for ever it seemed like.
Al tried to calm me by saying, "It's almost through,.... one more second."
It seemed like that second was eternity. "There, it is through," Al
exclaimed. As the pain subsided I realized that I had tried to sit up
during the intense pain, and was still straining against the straps. I
tried to relax, but knew that they had to put some kind of jewelry through
it and the pain would be back, even if not as severe as the piercing
itself. Tom handed Al another gold bar that was 1 1/4" long between the
balls, but one ball was missing. The same procedure was followed by
pushing the needle out with the bar following the needle. Tom screwed the
other ball on the bar, and the piercing was secure then.
Ann spoke up and said, "That was fabulous, I think she should have her
navel pierced too, don't you Tom? That is the rage now for girls," Ann
added.
Tom replied, "Affirmative." Then he fumbled around in his shirt pocket and
pulled out the envelopes of piercing jewelry, and sort through them and
pulled out another ring with a ball. He said, "I did not get a navel
jewel, so we can use the ring, and replace it with a dangling navel bar
later."
Al helped me climb back up on the table, but said he could do the navel
with me in a sitting position. The same procedure was used to line up and
mark the placing of the ring. Then the forceps were placed, as before
,over the marks while Tom retrieved another needle out of his shirt
pocket. The piercing was not as painful as my nipples or cock, but it
still hurt like hell.
As I was getting off the table I saw Tom give Al some money for the work
he had just performed, then he said, "Heather will be giving you your tip
for such a nice job. What would you like, a nice blow job, or a good tight
pieced of ass?"
Ann replied that since Heather was on her period, she could only give
oral. Al said that was fine with him as he was pulling down his pants
revealing his dirty, brown stained shorts. I slid down off of the table
and took a position on my knees next to the table as Ann had motioned me
to do. Al twaddled his way over to me with his pants down around his
ankles by the time he reached me. Fortunately for me Tom had taken a
condom out of my purse, by the time Al reached me, and told Al to put the
condom on since the tongue piercing was still like an "open sore." Al
positioned himself right in front of my kneeling position and pulled down
his shorts. I almost started to laugh, but was able to suppress it but I
am sure my smile was visible to Ann as I saw the smallest cock ever that a
grown man possessed. I slurped his cock into my mouth and realized that it
hardly reached the pierced part of my tongue. But after several minutes, I
felt Al get a little harder and longer, so that I could rub my tongue
along the underside of his cock, at least an inch it it!
Then I noticed the most foul smell ever from a human body, and almost
gagged. This brought a response from Tom who said, "Swallow when it gets
to the back of your throat!" Hell, he never got that far back! I think Ann
realized what was happening, so she went behind Al's back pulled up his T-
Shirt and proceeded to rub her exposed nipples up and down has back and
play with his nipples. I am sure that this helped to get Al off in only
two more minutes, to my great relief. I also was very glad that Tom made
him wear the condom, since I am sure his cock had not been washed in
several weeks and probably tasted like rotten meat. After Al got off he
moaned, "God, what a blow job that was! Tom, you have one fantastic cock
sucking slut there!"
Ann started to picking up Toms bag, her and my purse, and said, "It is
time to go if we are going out tonight."
Tom agreed and helped to usher me out the door. I had a little trouble
walking out to the car with those six inch heels on and my legs were a
little rubbery from the piercings, and my stomach upset from the smell of
Al's lower regions. But, I did make it to the car without incident for the
short ride back home.
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