I sat there in the corner of the bathroom, my legs drawn up against my chest as my arms encircled them. I was staring down at the grout lines in the floor, forming perfect symmetry between each one. My toes brushed back and forth feeling the ridge it made in between the tiles; their coolness being my solace. I wiped at a tear from my chin after feeling it travel down the length of my face from crying in frustration. I knew you were there standing outside of the doorway, waiting to check on me again. I admired your patience that you have given me and loved you even more for it. We had been dealing with this challenge for the better part of an hour now. I knew that one day this task would come, but I was never fully prepared for the reality of it until it was laid before me. I fingered the collar around my neck, tracing the cool metal that rested against my flesh. It had become my new worry stone of sorts. Whenever I had the feeling of uneasiness or my normal routine of fidgeting, I would rub my thumb against it. I wondered if someday I would have a permanent groove in my thumb.

You stood in the doorway and leaned your body against it’s frame, crossing your arms like you often do. I was surprised to see a smile upon your face as you looked at me with those eyes, that have looked at me a thousand time before. I never knew I had a favourite shade of blue, until I saw the colour in yours. I glanced at the laugh lines around them and wondered how many more we would add to it together and felt a warmth in my heart. You walked into the bathroom and squatted down besides me, casually brushing a strand of my deep brown hair away from my face and nestling it behind my ear. I sniffled as I looked up at you and tried to give a half-hearted smile.

“Are you still thinking about what you need to do my star angel?” You asked. Knowing that I would always do anything you asked me and usually without much prodding. I looked back down at my knees, watching them tremble and nodded. “Well, I think it’s time to begin now if you’re ready.” I sniffled once again and looked up at you, my eyes a brilliant shade of dark green usually brought forth from crying. You then stood up and turned to face the door but looked down at me. I leaned forward on my hands and knees and buried my face against your leg, the groove between my shoulder and neck fitting perfectly against it. You leaned down and ran your fingers through my hair lovingly before tugging at the shiny tendrils to urge me forward. I then crawled on hands and knees along with you in what can be assumed as a heeling stance. My slave bracelets clicked idly against the bathroom floor as I exited the room, following you into the lounge.

My body trembled with fear and excitement as I crept into the room hearing the soft crinkle of the sheet of plastic laid out upon the floor. I kept my eyes averted, staring at the wrinkles in it and felt it sticking to my hands and knees as I positioned myself in the middle of it.  The newly purchased medical cart rolled across the floor as you brought it closer. As the key slides in with a small click, I could hear the drawers being unlocked, and treasures untold being laid out in succession on top of it making small metallic sounds. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I try to relax and steady myself.  You lean over casually and run your finger tips down my back, giving me assurance that I know You are so very near me. Giving me comfort with that gentle touch even though I know the loving pain they are capable of inflicting upon my body. I hear the snap of the gloves as you place those strong hands inside of them, conforming to their dominance, which I know are aching to release their torment upon me.

You walk around to the front of me and I see your boot come into focus under me. I take a deep breath and lean against you once more as a visible tremor courses through me causing my back to shudder. You bend over and and gently place your gloved fingers under my chin tilting my head up to look at you. I feel your lips press against mine and I moan softly, feeling the joy of having them upon mine. My mouth parts open offering itself to you. You lovingly explore it with yours, tasting my sweetness. My emotions flow through the kiss of thoughts unsaid but certainly known. “I love you my nashira, are you ready?” I feel my breath shakily escape my lips as I nod and respond to you. “I love you too Master, and yes, I am ready.”

You squeeze my chin firmly as you release it from your grip and lay your hand softly upon my back pushing me down into position. My body drops submissively as I continue to remain upon my knees. My legs part further, sliding along the plastic, offering my sex to you. You walk back around me to begin and I gasp as I feel the coldness of the alcohol preps against my already throbbing cunt. The familiar smell of it hits my nose and makes me slightly dizzy. You slowly unzip the leather case that holds the sounds I purchased for you for Valentine’s Day and procure the metal rod from its sheath. I whimper as you part my swollen lips with fingers from one hand and I hear you whispering words of comfort and love to me.

The sound held in the other hand slides along my fleshy vulva as you near my urethra. I cry out as I feel the burning sensation of having a foreign object sliding into a territory yet unexplored, stretching it gently as it slides further in. I struggle and feel like pulling away, but you are already counting on it as you grab my ankle softly to remind me to hold still. I feel you tap against the sound softly and I moan again feeling myself contract around it. You lean down and softly kiss my left ass cheek waiting for me to relax and get used to it, acknowledging my commitment. “Good girl nashira, You are doing so well, Master is proud of You.” After what seems like an eternity, I slowly feel myself letting go, giving in to the new experiences my body is trying to register. Hearing your words of comfort are like gentle strokes against my body, drawing me in, and holding me close.

I then hear you rummaging around on the medical cart and feel my body go on alert once more as I hear small packaging being unwrapped and tiny clicks of other objects being laid out. My mind is in overload as I try to mentally match what is in the drawers with what is being laid upon the table. I squeal in fright as I feel you firmly pinch my pussy lips together and draw them out causing the sound to quiver inside of me. “Shhhhh… relax angel baby, I’ve not done anything….yet.” I nod as I remain in position and let my breath out in a deep wooshing sound, realising that I had stopped breathing. Forceps grip my lips and are squeezed tightly. I then know what is happening because the only pair in the drawer have holes on the sides of them for piercing.

You tell me to take a deep breath in and I merely manage to gulp in air raggedly as my nails dig into the flesh of my arms. I feel the needle pinch as it pierces through both of my lips near the top of my pussy narrowly missing my clit. I exhale letting my body drift slowly into the pain of it. You deftly cap both ends of it to hold it smartly in place, ensuring my folds won’t slip off of the needle. I feel you pinching my skin again a half inch from the last position with the forceps once more, but my body has gone limp as I struggle to hold it in place. I feel a drowsiness overcoming me as I push back a bit giving you better access to what you are playing with. The needle goes in quickly and I don’t have time to register the pain before it’s over. You work your way expertly up until the last needle rests just below where the sound is and you bring me back around by tapping it once more. I am breathing in and out deeply trying to keep my centre whilst my body clings to the pleasure and pain that is erupting inside of me.

I can feel a trickle of blood running down the inside of my thigh as it slowly collects on the plastic upon the floor, a red reminder that my body and everything within it is yours.  You come back around to look at me and see that as you lift my face, uncontrollable tears are running down the sides of my face. I sigh softly as I feel you kiss them, the saltiness moistening your lips, your tongue seeking to taste them. “You are doing so well angel, how are You feeling ?” I whimper and moan as I turn to kiss your hand that has found its way into my hair and I hear you laugh, knowing that I am fine. “Your little whore cunt looks so pretty baby, I wish you could see it.” I nod haphazardly as you grin again, seeing the dazed expression on my face.

“I’m not quite finished with you star angel…” and I glance up nervously at you and nod as you walk behind me once more. I hear the soft thud of  you sinking down on your knees behind me and my body perks up once more, my curiosity fervently peaking. I moan softly feeling your fingers trace up and down my pussy as it throbs painfully, the needles being pushed against me as I continue to swell. You slide a finger into my tight little hole that’s been aching for your touch since the beginning. “Someone is a very wet little whore,” you say as you slide your finger in and out of me and I can almost hear you smile. I moan louder and feel myself pushing back against your finger as you slip in a second one, stretching me open further. My vocal abilities range between mewing and whimpering as i feel you pumping your gloved fingers in and out of me expertly knowing how hard and soft to thrust with each stroke causing the sound to continuously quiver.

You take your fingers out that are wet with my juices and rub it around on my pink little asshole, sliding the tips in and out. You softly slide the sound out of me and lay it down next to us and I feel myself shiver with excitement as you then slowly undo your belt buckle. The metal pieces clicking against each other makes a deafening sound of distinction in my ears as I ache for your cock.  You roughly grab my hips and pull them towards you, lifting me back several inches. I cry out feeling the needles pull my aching cunt taut as it presses against the fabric of your pants which are now down to your upper thighs. You push me lower so that my ass is even with your cock and it lays against me. I feel the head of it rubbing back and forth between my ass cheeks, pressing in deeper, slowly causing my asshole to part a little then back out again. I moan and press back against you again only to find you dig your fingers into my hips harder, holding me still. I hear you snap the gloves off and toss them to the floor as you take the head of your cock in between your thumb and finger and push it against my hole. I gasp feeling the head finally pop through and as your hand comes down hard on my back to hold me in place I know I dare not move.

I slowly feel at ease again and wait for you to fuck me but it doesn’t come. I wait a bit longer knowing that at any minute your going to push it deep in me like you always do. The shock that registers on my face can’t compare to the warm liquid that begins pouring into my ass in a hot steady stream. My mind can’t wrap itself around the fact that you are using my ass as a receptacle for the piss that is continuously flowing out of your body. Your hand remains on my back and you push down even more as you reach over and grab my hair tightly, winding it in your other hand and jerk my head back. The movement presses the needles into my pussy even more against your pants as you lock me against you and continue to drain yourself into me. I can feel the pressure of it filling me up as it presses against my own bladder and expands slowly towards my stomach. The fullness I am feeling is overwhelming. It’s a mixture between discomfort and an orgasm as it grows even more. The mental aspect of this overwhelms me as it puts me in my place of completely belonging to him and being used in any aspect he wishes.  These thoughts cause my already soaking wet cunt to drip down my leg, mixing with the blood as it pairs itself upon the floor. When I think I can’t take anymore, you stop and it’s then that I realise that I am continuously moaning, aching to release it.

You withdraw from me slowly, trying not to spill any of the golden liquid that has swollen me from within and sit back to look at me. I am a quivering mess and know without being told that if I were to spill anything, it would mean something far worse that what has already happened. You get down level with me and grab me by my hair once more and jerk me up against you. I fling my arms around you as you hold me close, concentrating hard on keeping anything from leaking out of me. Tears flow in a steady stream down my face and you kiss at them once again, knowing that I am able to persevere through the obstacle that you have laid out before me. I shake in your arms and look up at you as you lean down and whisper in my ear. “You are my beloved, and you are mine. No matter what degrading filthy way that I use you for my pleasure, you will always know how loved you are.” I nod as I say, “yes Master..” And you kiss me once again, your energy flowing from your mouth into my body before rising to gently lead me once again on my hands and knees to the bathroom. As I crawl along the floor, my bracelets clicking once more, I know that I truly belong to you and I know how complete it feels knowing where I belong.