Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2006 11:36:24 -0500
From: ID Zervit <idzervit@lycos.com>
Subject: Permanent Bondage: 10. The Piercer

I couldn't move anything except to breathe and blink my eyes.  Even
my toes were individually bound to a foot board at the lower end of
the work table.  The soft nylon rope was
laced up and down each leg and arm.  The leather harness I wore was
tied down tightly using the many D-rings which were attached to it.
  I was totally encased in a web of rope
and leather.  My head was completely immobile.  I could only open
my eyes and view myself in the overhead mirror.  I was basically
comfortable.  Nothing was too tight.  But small
muscle cramps inevitably set in here and there.  I tried to relax
by slowing my breath.  It helped.  I tried closing my eyes for
awhile.  I could feel the warmth of the overhead
spotlights.  The light was directional, only lighting me and the
table.  Everything else in the dungeon was in darkness.  I could
hear the ventilation system gently circulating air
through the dungeon.  The fan was always on.  Perhaps Master was
concerned that I might use the cycling on and off to measure time.
He was right, I would have!  I was obsessed
with calculating the passage of time.  I began to sweat slightly
under the hot spotlights.  I rested, if you can call it that, for
what I think amounted to several hours more or less.

I heard a noise at the dungeon door.  It opened and in came Master.
  He came over to me and checked me all over for circulation
problems.  My eyes followed him eagerly, but he
didn't acknowledge me at all, treating me as an object to be
inspected.  I wondered where the piercer was.  My question was soon
answered.  In the overhead mirror I sensed
another figure emerging from the surrounding darkness.  He came to
my head, removed a black cap, and stared blankly and directly into
my eyes.  His face was upside down to me,
giving it a sinister appearance, strangly lit and shadowed as it
was by the overhead spots.  This was the person who would be
sticking needles into me.  He widened his eyes
ominously, continuing his awesome stare, then pulled suddenly away
and reappeared at my feet.  My attention was diverted back to
Master who was doing something with my balls.
He tied a bit of rope around my ballsack, stretched it downward,
and attached it to the table between my legs.  I could see all this
in the mirror.  He then reached under the table
and, opening a small trap door, fiddled with the end of the dildo
which protruded from my ass.  When he came out from under the table
and attached two electric wires to a
machine on a wall shelf nearby, I realized what he had done.  The
dildo was obviously equipped with electrical contacts so that the
inside of my ass could be stimulated.  I had
never experienced electricity, but I had always wanted to.  It
looked like I would get my chance.  I wondered how this would
interplay with the piercing.

I dreaded the piercing more than anything.  The piercer was near my
feet, apparently getting ready.  I saw the occasional glint of
metal objects as he took equipment and supplies
out of a bag on the floor and placed them onto a cloth-covered tray
placed on the table between my spread-apart legs.  My attention
alternated between Master and the piercer.
The piercer, apparently finished with his preparation, came back to
my head, reached over to my nipples, took them between his fingers
and began to manipulate them, rubbing
them between his fingers, twisting them, gently pulling on them.  I
guess he was getting them ready for the needle, but it was turning
me on tremendously.  Master reached up to
the machine on the shelf, turned a small dial, and a gentle,
pulsing current filled the inside of me.  The current came in waves
and seemed to start at the base of the dildo near my
asshole and then gently pulse upward until it tickled my prostate.
It then exited upward and through my dick.  My long ignored dick
immediately sprang to stiff attention.  While
the piercer continued to manipulate my tits, Master started working
on my dick.  Was I in heaven?  Was Master going to allow me this
unbelievable pleasure?  Was this a prelude to
an abrupt application of tremendous pain.  If so, that would make
the pain even worse!  Master continued, slowly stroking the length
of my very happy dick.  As he pulled upward,
it pulled against my tethered balls, stretching them, and adding to
the pleasure my dick was experiencing.  Master and the piercer
worked together, communicating with nods and
glances.  The two of them, along with the electric dildo managed to
get me to cum very quickly...but they continued the stimulation.  I
have always been VERY sensitive immediately
following ejaculation.  Now I remembered telling Master this fact!
Now I knew why he had been so willing to have me cum quickly...he
was just getting started.  Together the trio
stimulated me close to the pass-out point!  My overworked dick was
a uselessly limp when they finally stopped manipulating me and
turned off the current.  I couldn't get hard if I
wanted to now.  I suddenly remembered that piercing of the
genitals, especially the dick, requires a flacid member!  So that
was it.  I was going to have my dick pierced.  The
sudden realization caused me to strain uselessly at my bonds.
Master gave me a rare face to face look.  Sensing that I was at
least partially privy to their sinister plan, he gave me a
short, almost evil smile.  He then turned to the piercer who had
moved down toward my feet and was inspecting his tray.

"Are you ready," he asked.  "Yes," the piercer replied, glancing
toward me.  The piercer continued his preparations, setting out
gleaming tools and huge rings which I could only
assume would soon be a part of me.  Master fiddled with the machine
on the shelf connected to my dildo.  He stretched a long wire down
to the floor and attached it to what
looked like a foot pedal.  Placing his foot on the pedal, and
making eye contact with me, he pressed down with his foot.  The
current returned to my ass, gentle at first, then more
and more intense as he pushed down on the foot pedal.  My eyes
widened.  He had gotten my attention.  What this had to do with
piercing I couldn't guess.

They both donned latex gloves and stood over me, one on each side,
looking like doctors with their sterile hands held aloft.  The
piercer began fiddling with my nose.  I was going
to get a nose piercing.  I've heard they hurt, but then, ALL
piercing hurts!  Master modulated the current in my ass to a gentle
stimulation.  It had no effect on my dick which had
been pumped dry, but it did serve to divert my attention away from
my nose.  I watched intently every move the piercer made.  They
made sure to stand aside so that I could see
their every action in the overhead mirror.  He used some type of
foul-smelling disinfectant to clean my septum.  He worked with my
breath, carefully avoiding getting it into my
nasal passage.  After he was satisfied that the area was clean, he
placed a clamp device onto my septum.  It had holes that the needle
could go through.  I began to breath
spasmodically.  He paused and instructed me to control my
breathing, to breath deeply and slowly.  He pick up a
chrome-colored metal ring and handed it to Master.  Master held
the ring close to my face for a moment, allowing me to consider it.
  It looked to be about 2 inches in diameter and of a thick guage.
It was a solid ring, twisted slightly apart to
allow insertion.  Master moved it away and the piercer approached
my nose with the needle.  As the needle touched my skin, I slammed
my eyes shut.  A bolt of lightening went up
my ass.  I opened my eyes wide!  Obviously I would be required to
watch!  The needle felt like a fire stick as it slammed through my
septum.  I instinctively closed my eyes again.
Again the bolt of lightening shot up my ass.  Thereafter, if I
closed my eyes except to blink, a warning current was administered
to remind me to keep them open.

The pain of the needle spread away from my nose and into my
sinuses.  It was severe, but it dissipated quickly.  Master
approached with the ring.  The piercer used gauze to soak
up blood...there wasn't much which surprised me.  He pushed the
needle through until it was almost out, then placed the ring behind
the needle and followed it through.  He lay
the ring against my lips and let me rest a moment.  There was still
a slight stinging, but the pain was over thankfully!  Taking each
end of the open ring in rubber-lined pliers, the
piercer bent the ring slowly and carefully until both ends
connected and completed the circle.  He laid the ring against my
lips.  It reached almost to my chin, encircling my mouth.
I was ringed and it was permanent!  Master and the piercer each
took a nipple and began the cleaning ritual.  Obviously my tits
were next!

NEXT EPISODE: THE PIERCER, continued