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Dozer

I’d told Clay I wanted the fattest-gauge needles we could safely use for every piercing, and he talked me through the pros and cons of the two largest sizes he recommended for every type of piercing. We’d gone with a much larger-than-normal needle and jewelry for her nipples because they’re large enough to take it.

Her labia, however, he said we needed to stick to either twelve or fourteen gauge, and we went with the normal size for the Christina piercing and the Princess Albertina piercing.

And he pointed out that the latter of those two would make sexual penetration twice as pleasurable for my little slave, and that denying her orgasms after the PA was especially cruel. He said it with a smile, which told me he had a bit of a sadistic streak, too.

Which I suppose is an added bonus for a piercer.

Five holes per labia, plus the one above the clit, and then below the clit. It took a long time to get the ink in just the right spot for all of them, and it was finally time to take my little slave-wife’s headphones off.

Clay did the Christina piercing first, then he started at the top of the labia and worked his way down. She followed instructions and breathed when he told her to, and I stood at her side with my hand on her shoulder while I watched. She didn’t know I’d connected the top of the hood to the top of the table until she tried to sit up during the seventh labia piercing.

“Happens sometimes,” Clay said when she stopped screaming. “Odds are, we won’t hit a nerve like that again, but no guarantees. You good for me to keep going? Thumbs-up or thumbs-down.”

She held a single finger up, and I said, “Okay. A minute to catch your breath. I know your jaw is probably tired. Once wefinish up here, the hood comes off and the ball comes out of your mouth. Three more on your labia, then the PA, and we’re done. Give me a thumbs-up when you’re ready, my adorable little wife. He’s going to put the forceps on the next one, but he won’t pierce the hole until you tell us it’s okay.”

She took three more deep breaths and gave us a thumbs-up, and Clay said, “There’s a good girl. Breathe out for me.”

He finished the labia, and then it didn’t take hardly any time for him to do the PA.

“Come spray it down,” Clay told me, and he handed me the stuff and then talked me through how to make sure I got both sides of every piercing, down below and up top for the verticals, and both left and right on the labia.

“You know she’ll be anal and oral only for a while, and you’ll want to make sure you clean her up after anal and then spray her down. Also, it’s imperative she wipes front to back, and I know it’s supposed to be obvious, and I have it in the literature, but it’s important enough for me to give a verbal reminder.” He touched the outside of her left thigh. “Give me a thumbs-up to let me know you’ll be thoughtful about how you wipe, Daisy.”

She gave him a thumbs-up, and he asked me, “Any questions?”

“You’ve answered them all. We’ll make an office visit in about eight weeks to see which, if any, jewelry is ready to be changed out. Viper tells me you’re considering making the move to our shop, when we open?”

“Not right away. The boss has been good to me, and I don’t want to leave him in a bad spot, but yeah, I’m looking at making the move once he can attract some more talent.”

I walked him upstairs and out, and made my way back down to my girl. I snapped a few pictures of her jewelry, carried her to the game room, and put her in one of the media recliners. I settled her gently on the u-shaped cushion I’d bought, whichwasn’t technically necessary, but she had alotof holes in her down there.

“Chicken soup, and then we’ll eat popcorn and watch a movie,” I told her. “You did soooo good, and I’m so proud of you. Master is going to wait on his little slave-wife for a couple of days.”

Chapter 50

Daisy

I slept a lot the first two days, and Master didn’t fuck my ass, or anything else, until the third day. He fed me all my favorite foods and made sure I stayed hydrated, and he hadn’t been joking about waiting on me hand and foot.

But he wouldn’t let me take anything for the pain. No aspirin, no acetaminophen, no ibuprofen.Nothing.

The first couple of days, he put me on the gyno table and sprayed everything down three times a day, and made me stay put, all spread out, until the spray had completely dried. Eventually, that went down to twice a day, and that lasted weeks.

The PA healed fast, when I’d been the most worried about it. Master said the other holes couldpossiblybe healed at our eight-week visit, but it could take four to six months. It takes longer than that for the Christina piercing, sometimes, but Master would be able to fuck my pussy once the labia piercings were healed. He’d have to be careful until the Christina piercing fully healed, but so long as he chose positions where nothing directly touched it, we’d be fine. I had a feeling that meant a lot of being fucked from behind.

Three weeks after I was pierced, I had my orientation at the laundry, and the following Monday, I started my first ever official, legal job.

What had made me tell Master I thought I needed some job experience before I started at the tattoo shop? Folding clothesfor eight hours a day is fucking mind-numbing, but I didn’t dare daydream and fuck something up.

A month of it, three days a week, and I thought I’d die of boredom. He showed me my paychecks, and had me sign the back of them so he could deposit them into his bank account, but that was okay. He was giving me a place to live, really good food, and nice clothes, though I only got to wear them when I left the house. No way did my paltry hundred and something dollars mean shit when compared to what he’d spent on me.

I had more freedom at the clubhouse now, and I was allowed to have dinner with some of the ol’ladies a couple of times. Also, he ordered me a credit card in my new name, which meant I only had about forty dollars in cash on me when I went out. I could only use the card when I had permission, but that was okay — it wasn’t like I went anywhere I could buy anything. So far, I’d only put my meals on it when I ate out with my new friends.

Oh, and Master had this friend named Marco, who sometimes came to our house just to hang out. I really liked him, and it felt like, back in the beginning, if I’d wanted away from Master, I could’ve talked to Marco about it. I’d never have been able to go to the cops, but I just knew Marco would get me away from Master if I’d been completely unhappy. I had no reason to trust him, other than the fact he was Master’s friend, but I really liked him.

While I was at The Billiard Club with Angelica one day, Marco joined us in a few games of pool. Later, Master and Bash arrived, as well as Cora, Marco’s girlfriend. It was more fun than I could ever remember having, three couples hanging out together.

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