TONGUE TIED
Well, for sure it was like my own fault. I mean like when you are one of Lord Nigel’s
pets and he says “no” you should just let it go. But like I couldn’t of course so that is
what got me in trouble. I was just minding my own business and I walked into the den and
there was Lord Nigel sitting in his favorite chair, and there was one of his other pets,
that red haired ho he calls Sarah, and like Sarah is on her knees sucking on his big one,
and he is like all dreamy and moaning and shit, and then he explodes in her mouth and she
sucks him all dry, and I see he really enjoyed it so later I see Sarah in the kitchen so
like I asked her what she did to get him off like that, and she sticks out her tongue at
me and she has this really nice pierce right in the middle of her tongue and has a big
silver ball through it, so like immediately I know what she was like able to do with the
silver ball on the bottom of Lord Nigel’s shaft, and well like I just had to have one
too.
So a little later I find Lord Nigel still in the den but this time alone and watching TV
so like I kneel in front of him and beg permission to speak and he goes “Sure,” so I go
like “Sir, this slave begs to get her tongue pierced so she will be better able to
pleasure you, Master.” And he like goes “No” as if that was the end of it. Then he sends
me off to fetch him another drink and like he is chugging back these rum and cokes so I
mix the next one with like twice as much rum and bring it back and serve it to him ‘cause
I am his favorite, so like on his third drink that night since I have to kneel to serve it
to him I like go “Master, you know I really would be able to give you more pleasure if I
had my tongue pierced like Sarah does” so he goes “O.K. slave Tina, tomorrow we will go
get your tongue pierced.” And I am like so happy that I want to jump up and run to Sarah
and tell her I am getting pierced too, but just before I jump up he goes “and you will get
your clit pierced just like she got also.” And I go “What?” And he goes “Now get to work
and show me what you can do without a pierced tongue so I will have something to compare
it to.” So kneeling as I am I reach for his tool and lick my lips and well ya’know….
So the next day Lord Nigel takes me and Sarah into a tattoo shop where they had
yesterday pierced Sarah’s tongue and apparently her little twat too but I had not seen
that yet so anyway we walk up to the big tattoo covered biker looking guy at the desk and
Lord Nigel goes “How much to tattoo the word “SLAVE” on this sluts forehead?” and he
points his big thumb at me, and like they spend the next half hour talking about what size
letters to use so that they can make the word as big as it could be and still get it to
fit on my forehead, and I am like all so not worrying about how I would ever be able to
get a job or what my mother might say, but I am all like worrying that when I look in the
mirror it will say “EVALS.” So like after about half an hour of them negotiating and the
ho Sarah laughing her ass off Lord Nigel goes like “Actually, lets just get her pierced
today and worry about the tat some other day.” So like the biker guy calls the piercing
guy over and they talk about what to do and like here we go.
So like Lord Nigel and the piercer guy pick out way to much hardware and then they walk
down the hall to like this little operating room with me and Sarah following along and as
soon as we are in the operating room Lord Nigel commands me to strip and I am like “Yes
Master” and I quickly get my clothes off and then the piercer guy tells me to sit on the
table which I do and he tells me to like stick out my tongue, and Lord Nigel goes “farther
slave” so I do and the piercer guy and Nigel pick out a spot on my tongue that is a little
farther back than I thought it should be but then eventually they agree on a spot and the
piercer guy takes out a needle and Oh Shit that hurt but soon he had this little metal bar
through the hole and the little bar has a ball on each end to keep it from slipping off
and now I have my first pierce. But that was just like the start of things.
So next the piercer guy tells me to lay on the table and put my feet in the stirrups
which I do and then he like gets out a razor and stuff but I am already clean-shaved like
Lord Nigel likes me to be so there is no need for the razor so like Sarah and Lord Nigel
and the piercer guy all crowd around my twat and they get all these little rings out and
toss them out on my tummy and there are both silver rings and gold rings and they position
them all over me and change them around and discuss what they look like as if I weren’t
even there and finally Lord Nigel eliminates gold and decides on sliver and then the
discussion gets really heated about should it be like six piercings or eight, and I get
all like confused ‘cause I thought I was just getting one pierce in my clit or clit-hood
but here they are discussing either six or eight and eventually Lord Nigel decides on six.
The piercer guy then gets out a felt-tipped marker and makes six little dots on me.
There are three on each of my cunny-lips and with all this touching and feeling of the
three of them in that area I am like really creaming my jeans but my jeans are on the
floor ha-ha-ha. And then the piercer guy does not pick up a needle but instead he picks
up that same gun thingy that he pierces your ears with and he slides it onto one of my
lips and loads in a spike and (right about here ladies I want you to think about the last
time you got your ears pierced. I wonder if you were the next one in line after he
finished using the gun on my juicy pussy lips) and the piercer guy goes “This might sting
a bit” and it really did sting a bit but it did not hurt as much as my tongue had hurt so
I was like glad about that.
The piercer guy puts the gun down and then he threads one of the silver rings through
the hole with the little spike and pulls out the spike and uses a special pair of pliers
to close the ring and he like follows the same procedure five more times.
I was really surprised at how little blood there was. But all three of them were
wearing gloves and Sarah’s job was to wipe away any blood with these alcohol wipes that
stung more than the piercings did and I am pretty sure she was enjoying herself. Finally
finished but with me still laying there with my feet in the stirrups the piercer guy holds
a mirror so that I can see the rings and there they are three on each side of my slit in
two perfect rows. Sarah asked Lord Nigel why he had me pierced that way and Lord Nigel
goes “So when I am done with her I can lace her up.”
I couldn’t wear my jeans home so Lord Nigel had Sarah and me change clothes ‘cause she
was wearing a short skirt.
So like that was all a week ago. I swelled up in both places after the first day and
the swelling lasted about two days. Neither Sarah nor I could eat solid food for a while
so we enjoyed a week of chocolate milk shakes. This is now Saturday and tonight Lord
Nigel is hosting a party at his dungeon. I love his dungeon parties. You never know what
might happen. There will be like dozens of cool people there and every one of them will
be either a slave or a Master, or like a Mistress. It will be easy to tell which are
which because the slaves will each be wearing a slave collar and best of all that is all
they will be wearing. Each couple, of course, has like their own set of rules, and we try
as best we can to respect that but the rules Lord Nigel always gives me is that no matter
what is commanded of me I will immediately obey and try my best to be pleasing and this
does not mean any command he gives me, no, it like means any command anybody gives me.
So, since Lord Nigel owns the place we arrive early to make sure everything is ready
which, of course, it always is, so almost as soon as we get there Lord Nigel tells me to
go to the glass box. I am really excited because I really love being in the glass box.
It is not really glass you know, that is like just what they call it. It starts with a
little carpeted wooden floor on wheels. The floor is only eighteen inches by eighteen
inches. It’s not very big at all. There are three walls and a door that are all made of
like Plexi-glass so that when someone is inside and the door is closed it looks like a
tall thin glass box, but glass would like break pretty easy so they made it of unbreakable
Plexi. It is also like seven feet high and the top is open but has a cross bar and what
they usually do is have me or some other slave stand in the box and reach up and then they
like tie the slaves hands to the cross bar so she can’t get out. All along the door and
all three of the sides of the box they have cut these big round holes that you can
comfortably stick your hands through and the holes are at various levels so that when
someone is tied in the box anyone who wants to can like just reach through and feel on
them. It is really cool spending about an hour or so in the box having people heat you up
with their fingers especially if you are like blindfolded so you can’t tell like who is
doing what to you.
Like I already said if you were paying attention the whole thing is on wheels so once a
girl is in the box they can easily roll it to anywhere they want it but it does have one
little problem and that is as tall and thin as the box is, if the girl looses her balance
she could easily tip the whole thing over so they usually get the girl inside the box and
then put the box where they want it and then they figure out a way to tie it down. Well
tonight the box was over by the stage. The stage is a big platform about ten feet by ten
feet and two feet up off the floor. It is against the far wall in the dungeon and it has
this really cool like big wooden “X” thingy and a girl can be strapped to the X and she
can be flogged and there is plenty of room for three or four people to be up on the stage
with her all swinging whips and shit. The stage is used often at all dungeon parties.
Anyway, it is not uncommon for the glass box to be near the stage. There are like several
good reasons for this. First of all, if the stage is two feet off the floor, and the box
is seven feet high, it is easier to bind the girls hands to the cross bar if you are
standing on something and the stage is the perfect height. Secondly, if the box is next
to the stage, a big strap can be run around the box and buckled to the stage to prevent
the box from falling over. Third, if there is someone using the stage and you want to use
it next you have to wait so having the box near the stage gives the people waiting
something fun to do like grope the girl in the box. Fourth, if the girl in the box is not
blindfolded then she can like watch the action on the stage.
Anyway, before Lord Nigel tells me to get into the box he has me take the spike out of
my tongue and he places the spike in this little plastic box that he puts in his pocket
and then Lord Nigel tells me to get in the box, and like I do and he like goes on the
stage and ties my hands to the cross bar, then before he closes the door I go “Blindfold,
please Master?” and he goes “Not tonight slave.” So I am facing the stage so the door to
the box is behind my behind and I hear it close and then they use the big strap to secure
the thing so I can’t knock it over and Lord Nigel gets back on the stage and tells me to
get close to the glass and stick my tongue through the slot. I look right in front of me
and see that a new opening has been carved into the back wall of the glass box. The
opening is like oval and is maybe a half-inch high and three inches wide, and like it is
the perfect height so that I can stick my tongue through the slot so I like do what Lord
Nigel commanded and from the other side of the glass he grabs my tongue and pulls it as
far through the slot as he can and like my lips are smashed up to the glass and my eyes
are about an inch from the glass and the tip of my nose is touching the glass and then I
watch Lord Nigel as he pulls out a long thin metal rod thingy and he like sticks it right
through the piercing hole in my tongue which is now on his side of the glass and it holds
me to the glass because the metal rod is too big to fit back through the slot so like my
tongue is trapped sticking out and it is like right then that I notice that with him
standing on the stage me on the floor of the box my tongue is like just lower than
belt-high on Lord Nigel. And like just then as if by magic a thought floats into my head
that maybe back when I first asked to be pierced and Lord Nigel had said “No” that maybe I
should have just let it be, but I had no time to think about it.
Lord Nigel couldn’t wait to try it out. He got his pants off and was quickly rubbing
his balls and cock all over my tongue. I didn’t yet quite understand the big deal. I am
like his sex slave! His balls and cock are no strangers to my tongue! Then he backed
away and called Sarah over to us. He had her kneel on the stage in front of me and he
told her to cleanse her nipples. Using my tongue she did. Gag me! Then he had her stand
up and get really close to me and he commanded me to polish the little silver ball in her
clit hood, which I was getting a close-up view of for the first time. I could wiggle my
tongue up and down a bit but I couldn’t get it to go back and forth very well, and I
certainly couldn’t pull it back out of the way.
The party started and soon someone figured out that my tongue was getting a little dry
so they filled a spray bottle with water and I would get an occasional squirt. Lots of
people of both genders tried me out that night. I was probably in the box a full two
hours. The most disgusting thing was when this tall Dominatrix in high heels and a short
leather skirt lifted the skirt out of the way and literally backed her way up to me.
Gross!
Other books by Lordgrth: CLEAVER-1, CLEAVER-2, TORK FROM THE STREET.
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