14-01-2020, 03:16 AM
Sam left the stage and returned carrying a tray on which lay a black leather swatch. On top of the swatch were several items that I couldn't see clearly, from my viewing angle. Kelly picked up a foil packet, ripped it open, extracted a white patch and used it to wipe my clit and the left side of my labia. The alcohol stung like hell and I suddenly knew what was going to happen.
I was fascinated, although with trepidation, that I would be able to watch the proceedings because of my contorted position. After using the alcohol swab, Kelly marked the inside and outside of my left labium, near vagina, with a sharpie then clamped a pair of forceps onto it. They hurt, but I quickly forgot the pain when I saw Kelly pick up what appeared to be a large diameter, tapered needle. I had seen piercing needles before, but this one was huge (at least to my untrained eye). I think Kelly noticed my eyes open wide, so she explained, "The ring I am using is larger than what would normally be used in a new piercing, pet. I could go smaller and stretch the holes later, but that would take more time. I want the extra weight of the ring to make you more aware of its presence and I need that to happen immediately."
The clamped forceps had numbed my flesh substantially, but the sting of the needle still hurt like hell when she pushed it through my flesh. Kelly held the ring up for me to see. It WAS thick and over an inch in diameter. She used an open end of the ring to finish pushing the needle through the new hole in my body. Using a pair of pliers, she spread the ring slightly and added the captive ball.
Continuing her modification of MY body (well, ok, I did give it to her), Kelly pierced my clitoral hood but used a smaller size ring. Before adding the captive ball to this ring, she held up an ID tag so I could read the inscription: "I am the property of Mistress Kelly. My slave name is kimmy." I also noticed a symbol: a circle with a small upside-down cross on the bottom. I had noticed the same symbol on Sam's ID tag, but I had not thought anything about it at the time. The tag was slipped over the ring and the captive ball put in place, making my submission and enslavement "official."
"Your ID, like Sam's is slightly curved so it would lie against My clit when you are sitting or reclining or when I permit you to wear panties, pet. It will hang free when you are standing.
"Now, what are the other two rings for, Sam?" Kelly asked.
"Well, Miss Kelly, I saw them in the storage cabinet and thought there was a possibility you might want to add rings your slave's nipples, and, truthfully, I didn't want to have to go back and get them."
"Hmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Sam. I'll give it some serious thought. In the meantime, let's get my pet out of her current predicament." Sam sat the tray down and they released my ankles, holding my legs while slowly lowering them so I wouldn't injure myself. I appreciated the fact that I was now able to touch the floor with my toes again. In fact, there was enough contact that I could push up and down a little to relieve the slight ache in my muscles while I listened to them talk about me, once again as if I weren't there.
"Yes, I do think that they will look much better with some decoration, Sam, but I won't be able to play with them much until the piercings heal, which, as you know, will could take several months." **
"Well, Miss Kelly, I'm afraid that this lowly slave can't make that decision for you. I can only ask which would you prefer: enjoying the additional beauty that the rings would create to your slave, or having additional ways to satisfy your sadistic desire? Besides, the sooner you pierce them, the sooner they will be healed."
"Since you put it that way, Sam, I am sure I would prefer the additional beauty now.
Minutes later my nipples sported rings like Kelly's. From my vantage point, I even felt they looked wonderful, although I was already wishing the residual pain would go away. I couldn't wait to look at myself in a mirror. "I may have you wear barbells on occasion after you heal, pet, but I prefer rings during the healing process. They make the piercing easier to clean. All you need to do is cover the ring with the cleansing solution then rotate the ring back and forth through the piercing easily coating the inside surfaces with the solution."
Sam walked to the back of the stage and flipped the switch that lowered the spreader bar. As it moved down, Kelly kissed me again and said, "You're holding up very well, kimmy. I am so proud of you right now. I must admit that I was a little concerned about throwing so much at you so quickly, but tonight was our scheduled meeting and I couldn't let the opportunity pass to be able to initiate you into our membership. There is one additional thing you must endure before I permit you to talk again. Please sit on the front of the stage with your legs over the edge and Sam will prepare you.
It was difficult to remain silent and not ask what she was doing while Sam tied new ropes to my ankle cuffs. Following her instructions, I laid back so my upper body was flat on the stage and raised my legs so she could thread the ropes' loose ends through eye bolts about a foot behind and two feet on either side of my head. She tightened the ropes until my feet were spread about two feet apart and above my head. Stepping off the stage, Sam and told me to put my arms beside my hips, outside my legs. She tied ropes to each of my wrist cuffs and then to two more eyebolts at the edge of the stage. When she pulled these ropes tight, my arms were spread apart, and I was able to grip the edge of the stage. I thought I was displayed in an obscene manner when they pierced me. This position was obscenely obscene. My splayed, pierced pussy was now at the edge of the stage and at eye level with the audience. To make matters even worse, Sam jumped back onto the stage and tightened the ropes attached to my ankle cuffs pulling my legs farther apart. This action raised my hips several inches above the stage.
"I hope you aren't too uncomfortable, kimmy," Sam commented while leaning in and kissing my lips."
"Hell yes, I'm extremely uncomfortable, you silly bitch," I wanted to scream. I was still looking up at her when I felt something touch my cunt causing me to jump (as much as my tight bonds would permit). That something turned out to be a pair of lips. I struggled to raise my head and watch as woman after woman leaned down and kissed it. And I am not talking about a quick kiss. Each one of them took their time kissing and licking my exposed cunt and clit. Many tongue-fucked me for a few seconds. A couple even licked my expose anus. Eventually, neck hurting, I rested my head on the stage floor and swooned in passion. Kelly's words, "Is my pet enjoying herself?' caused me to look up again. She was standing over my head facing my legs. When I smiled and nodded, she knelt, dipped her head and started sucking on my clit, bringing me to a swift and hard climax.
Sam quickly unlocked and removed my leg cuffs while Kelly did the same to my wrist cuffs. After they helped me to stand, Kelly took me into her arms until I fully regained my balance. "Thank you, pet, for being so wonderful. You are now the newest member of the Venus Coterie. As I indicated, what you just endured was your initiation. You may now speak so you can meet the rest of the members who are here tonight. I promise I'll explain everything to you later, so you don't need to ask any specifics. Just be yourself and enjoy the camaraderie."
Sam removed my garter belt and nylons then helped me don a white gown, tied a black cincture around my waist. Kelly then ordered me to kneel after saying, "Sam, may I have the box, please?" I don't know how I missed the red, velvet-covered box sitting on the tray. Sam handed it to Kelly.
"There is one additional item I want to give you as a symbol of our new relationship." She opened the box and held it so I could see the contents. It was a silver ring with a smaller ring attached to the top.
"Do you recognize it, kimmy?" I had to tell her that I didn't.
"If you probe your memory and think about when you read 'The Story of O.' you will probably remember the ring that O received when she finished her training at Roissy. While different than the signet ring she wore, this style is now recognized in the lifestyle as 'The Ring of O.' The small ring attached to the ball on the top represents the metal rings that were attached to the leather collar and wrist cuffs that O wore during her training. kimmy, will you consent to wear this ring as a symbol of your commitment to me and as a member of Venus Coterie?"
"Mistress, as your slave, I will be proud to wear your ring." I held my hand up to her.
As she slipped it on my finger she said, "I have a friend who will engrave it with our initials and today's date.
"I have one more thing to add to it, pet." She pulled a dainty chain bracelet from the pocket of her robe. "This chain bracelet had an extension that normally would wrap around your finger. I had it modified to clip onto the top ring of your O ring. While you will always wear your 'O' ring, you will wear this chain with your ring when we go out together in public and at home when we have company." I thought it was a beautiful addition to my new slave ring.
Kelly told me to stand and locked the end of a three-foot long chain to my collar. The other end was locked to Sam's collar. Finally, a leash was clipped to the center of the chain and the two of us followed Kelly away from the stage. As we stepped onto the dance floor everyone applauded and moved forward to "congratulate" me, their newest member. I was a little embarrassed because of the chain connecting me to Sam, of course, but was soon able to forget that it existed. I was surprised that everyone now wore white gowns with either white or black rope belts. I didn't know when they had changed, but later learned it was while Sam was preparing me for my ordeal. It was easy to decide that those with white belts were dominas and the black belts were subs.
I was fascinated, although with trepidation, that I would be able to watch the proceedings because of my contorted position. After using the alcohol swab, Kelly marked the inside and outside of my left labium, near vagina, with a sharpie then clamped a pair of forceps onto it. They hurt, but I quickly forgot the pain when I saw Kelly pick up what appeared to be a large diameter, tapered needle. I had seen piercing needles before, but this one was huge (at least to my untrained eye). I think Kelly noticed my eyes open wide, so she explained, "The ring I am using is larger than what would normally be used in a new piercing, pet. I could go smaller and stretch the holes later, but that would take more time. I want the extra weight of the ring to make you more aware of its presence and I need that to happen immediately."
The clamped forceps had numbed my flesh substantially, but the sting of the needle still hurt like hell when she pushed it through my flesh. Kelly held the ring up for me to see. It WAS thick and over an inch in diameter. She used an open end of the ring to finish pushing the needle through the new hole in my body. Using a pair of pliers, she spread the ring slightly and added the captive ball.
Continuing her modification of MY body (well, ok, I did give it to her), Kelly pierced my clitoral hood but used a smaller size ring. Before adding the captive ball to this ring, she held up an ID tag so I could read the inscription: "I am the property of Mistress Kelly. My slave name is kimmy." I also noticed a symbol: a circle with a small upside-down cross on the bottom. I had noticed the same symbol on Sam's ID tag, but I had not thought anything about it at the time. The tag was slipped over the ring and the captive ball put in place, making my submission and enslavement "official."
"Your ID, like Sam's is slightly curved so it would lie against My clit when you are sitting or reclining or when I permit you to wear panties, pet. It will hang free when you are standing.
"Now, what are the other two rings for, Sam?" Kelly asked.
"Well, Miss Kelly, I saw them in the storage cabinet and thought there was a possibility you might want to add rings your slave's nipples, and, truthfully, I didn't want to have to go back and get them."
"Hmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Sam. I'll give it some serious thought. In the meantime, let's get my pet out of her current predicament." Sam sat the tray down and they released my ankles, holding my legs while slowly lowering them so I wouldn't injure myself. I appreciated the fact that I was now able to touch the floor with my toes again. In fact, there was enough contact that I could push up and down a little to relieve the slight ache in my muscles while I listened to them talk about me, once again as if I weren't there.
"Yes, I do think that they will look much better with some decoration, Sam, but I won't be able to play with them much until the piercings heal, which, as you know, will could take several months." **
"Well, Miss Kelly, I'm afraid that this lowly slave can't make that decision for you. I can only ask which would you prefer: enjoying the additional beauty that the rings would create to your slave, or having additional ways to satisfy your sadistic desire? Besides, the sooner you pierce them, the sooner they will be healed."
"Since you put it that way, Sam, I am sure I would prefer the additional beauty now.
Minutes later my nipples sported rings like Kelly's. From my vantage point, I even felt they looked wonderful, although I was already wishing the residual pain would go away. I couldn't wait to look at myself in a mirror. "I may have you wear barbells on occasion after you heal, pet, but I prefer rings during the healing process. They make the piercing easier to clean. All you need to do is cover the ring with the cleansing solution then rotate the ring back and forth through the piercing easily coating the inside surfaces with the solution."
Sam walked to the back of the stage and flipped the switch that lowered the spreader bar. As it moved down, Kelly kissed me again and said, "You're holding up very well, kimmy. I am so proud of you right now. I must admit that I was a little concerned about throwing so much at you so quickly, but tonight was our scheduled meeting and I couldn't let the opportunity pass to be able to initiate you into our membership. There is one additional thing you must endure before I permit you to talk again. Please sit on the front of the stage with your legs over the edge and Sam will prepare you.
It was difficult to remain silent and not ask what she was doing while Sam tied new ropes to my ankle cuffs. Following her instructions, I laid back so my upper body was flat on the stage and raised my legs so she could thread the ropes' loose ends through eye bolts about a foot behind and two feet on either side of my head. She tightened the ropes until my feet were spread about two feet apart and above my head. Stepping off the stage, Sam and told me to put my arms beside my hips, outside my legs. She tied ropes to each of my wrist cuffs and then to two more eyebolts at the edge of the stage. When she pulled these ropes tight, my arms were spread apart, and I was able to grip the edge of the stage. I thought I was displayed in an obscene manner when they pierced me. This position was obscenely obscene. My splayed, pierced pussy was now at the edge of the stage and at eye level with the audience. To make matters even worse, Sam jumped back onto the stage and tightened the ropes attached to my ankle cuffs pulling my legs farther apart. This action raised my hips several inches above the stage.
"I hope you aren't too uncomfortable, kimmy," Sam commented while leaning in and kissing my lips."
"Hell yes, I'm extremely uncomfortable, you silly bitch," I wanted to scream. I was still looking up at her when I felt something touch my cunt causing me to jump (as much as my tight bonds would permit). That something turned out to be a pair of lips. I struggled to raise my head and watch as woman after woman leaned down and kissed it. And I am not talking about a quick kiss. Each one of them took their time kissing and licking my exposed cunt and clit. Many tongue-fucked me for a few seconds. A couple even licked my expose anus. Eventually, neck hurting, I rested my head on the stage floor and swooned in passion. Kelly's words, "Is my pet enjoying herself?' caused me to look up again. She was standing over my head facing my legs. When I smiled and nodded, she knelt, dipped her head and started sucking on my clit, bringing me to a swift and hard climax.
Sam quickly unlocked and removed my leg cuffs while Kelly did the same to my wrist cuffs. After they helped me to stand, Kelly took me into her arms until I fully regained my balance. "Thank you, pet, for being so wonderful. You are now the newest member of the Venus Coterie. As I indicated, what you just endured was your initiation. You may now speak so you can meet the rest of the members who are here tonight. I promise I'll explain everything to you later, so you don't need to ask any specifics. Just be yourself and enjoy the camaraderie."
Sam removed my garter belt and nylons then helped me don a white gown, tied a black cincture around my waist. Kelly then ordered me to kneel after saying, "Sam, may I have the box, please?" I don't know how I missed the red, velvet-covered box sitting on the tray. Sam handed it to Kelly.
"There is one additional item I want to give you as a symbol of our new relationship." She opened the box and held it so I could see the contents. It was a silver ring with a smaller ring attached to the top.
"Do you recognize it, kimmy?" I had to tell her that I didn't.
"If you probe your memory and think about when you read 'The Story of O.' you will probably remember the ring that O received when she finished her training at Roissy. While different than the signet ring she wore, this style is now recognized in the lifestyle as 'The Ring of O.' The small ring attached to the ball on the top represents the metal rings that were attached to the leather collar and wrist cuffs that O wore during her training. kimmy, will you consent to wear this ring as a symbol of your commitment to me and as a member of Venus Coterie?"
"Mistress, as your slave, I will be proud to wear your ring." I held my hand up to her.
As she slipped it on my finger she said, "I have a friend who will engrave it with our initials and today's date.
"I have one more thing to add to it, pet." She pulled a dainty chain bracelet from the pocket of her robe. "This chain bracelet had an extension that normally would wrap around your finger. I had it modified to clip onto the top ring of your O ring. While you will always wear your 'O' ring, you will wear this chain with your ring when we go out together in public and at home when we have company." I thought it was a beautiful addition to my new slave ring.
Kelly told me to stand and locked the end of a three-foot long chain to my collar. The other end was locked to Sam's collar. Finally, a leash was clipped to the center of the chain and the two of us followed Kelly away from the stage. As we stepped onto the dance floor everyone applauded and moved forward to "congratulate" me, their newest member. I was a little embarrassed because of the chain connecting me to Sam, of course, but was soon able to forget that it existed. I was surprised that everyone now wore white gowns with either white or black rope belts. I didn't know when they had changed, but later learned it was while Sam was preparing me for my ordeal. It was easy to decide that those with white belts were dominas and the black belts were subs.
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