 After having taken care of a few things around the Lair, Master Dusk returns to his chambers a couple of hours later, the rest of the night stretching ahead of him, and of course, his latest acquisition. Entering into his bedroom the first thing he notices is that Destiny is still on the floor where he had left her earlier, her body shivering partly from the chill of the night, but mostly from her earlier experiences.
The expression of panic on Destiny’s face as he lifts her up by her hair thrills Master Dusk as he growls into her ear, "Ahh, so my little slut is awake now, is she? Good!" He watches with satisfaction as new tears form in Destiny’s pain filled eyes and smirks, "Did you think it was over, slave? Did you really think I would let you off so easily? After all we still have the issue of you coming without permission, not once but twice, to address, don’t we?" Destiny winces as she tries to nod her head, her hair held fast by Master Dusk’s large fist. "Tonight we are going to explore your limits, there will be no escape from what is about to happen, we are going past your pleas for mercy. You will soar on the wings of pain fuelled pleasure, crashing through barriers you never knew existed, realising potential that you were unaware you possessed, helpless to resist, to do anything but ride it out, committed, unable and unwilling to stop, having no choice, because once you surrender there will be no salvation for you." Destiny gazes up into Master Dusk’s fierce eyes, hanging on his every word, the sonorous timbre of his deep masculine voice and the body heat he generates causing Destiny’s trembling heart to beat faster in glorious rhythms that simulate orgasming over and over, feeling the same surge of sexual desire well up within her as if it has never been diminished.
Master Dusk continues his hoarse voice just above a whisper, his breath hot on Destiny’s neck. "When you give yourself over to me and my pleasure, my torture, and you will eventually, it’s inevitable my dear slut, you will be free to enjoy your sexuality as you have never enjoyed it before, you will have total freedom to be sensual, wanton, whorish. The things you thought of in the past as perversions will open themselves to you and you will welcome them as you find yourself being lifted to new heights by them. But we are going beyond even that, you will climax and start to relax after it; however I will not allow it. As we start again each time, your body will send you mixed messages, one moment telling you that you are fulfilled, the next moment reaching, craving, and begging for another release. We may even discover that there are no limits out there for you. However, you can be certain we are going to learn things about you that until now have remained concealed beneath that aloof front of yours. But first things first, lie on the floor where you belong, bitch…!"
With that Master Dusk quickly blindfolds Destiny before flinging her unceremoniously to the floor by her tousled hair again, the cold concrete absorbing her body heat the instant she lands. He drags her over to a corner of the room; another set of leather cuffs attached to her wrists and ankles, Destiny tenses hearing yet another strange sound. She can’t place it at first and then she recognises it for what it is, a mechanic’s chain block. As she feels Master Dusk move around her she knows he is attaching the chains to her cuffs, as she feels a tugging sensation at each one. Shortly after, Destiny feels the slack in the chains being pulled up as they are tightened, her limbs lifted from the floor. When they are at full stretch, arms and legs spread wide, she feels her bare back leave the floor as she is lifted higher and higher, until her body is suspended about four feet above the concrete floor. Her arms and legs scream in agony, still tender from their previous abuse, as the chains hold her full weight. Destiny feels something slip under the small of her back taking the weight of her limbs, the small support relieving the strain, but leaving her body fully accessible and available for whatever form of torture Master Dusk has now decided to subject her to.
As Destiny took in a deep breath she feels a cold sensation against her left breast making her nipple stand up hard from the soft full mound. She hears Master Dusk hiss into her ear, "I think your nipples could do with some decoration, slut." Destiny wonders what he means when she feels a sudden stinging sensation bolt through her nipple. She winces as she feels the same coolness followed by the same quick stab of pain on her other breast, she cries out loudly, not so much from the pain, but from the suddenness and the realisation of what he has just done to her. Master Dusk has pierced her nipples, suddenly, quickly and completely without any regard to as how she felt about it. Once more an inexplicable feeling of being owned sweeps through Destiny as Master Dusk threads tiny gold rings through each of her newly pierced nipples. The soreness of her breasts and the way she is suspended are sending a myriad of conflicting feelings through her body and mind. Smiling at Destiny’s discomfort, Master Dusk connects the captive bead rings of both hoops, shutting them firmly with small closing pliers; admiring the way the tiny gold initial ’D’ hung from the hoop nestled just beneath the centre of the piercing of Destiny’s left nipple and a tiny gold ’M’ in the same position on the right one.
Master Dusk moves down to between Destiny’s suspended legs where he proceeds to clean around her most intimate areas with rubbing alcohol prep pads. It stings like hell against the various cuts and welts already covering it, but since coming to the Lair she has endured far worse. Master Dusk looks up at Destiny’s face watching as the cold sweat beads on her forehead, the realisation dawning that her pussy lips are in for the same treatment as her nipples. He attaches surgical clamps to her lips, spreading them wide, causing her sexual arousal to increase a notch, her female lubrication beginning to flow again. He pays no heed and continues swabbing her clit down with an antibacterial wash. Master Dusk carefully pinches and pries and pulls, not for Destiny’s benefit but to get the angle of attack he requires. He places a couple more clamps on her pussy lips to line things out the way he wants, and then pulls out the sterile packet with the needle. Catering to his wicked streak, he places the needle in Destiny’s palm, curling her fingers around it, grinning at her sharp intake of breath as she feels the size of the awesome weapon that will soon be assaulting her nether regions. "Take a deep breath, slut," he orders her as he places a small cork against the side of her clit. Destiny does as she is told just as he brings the needle into position and she feels a sharp jab that hurts but excites her at the same time. Master Dusk laughs as she jumps, "I haven’t even started, my little slut." He coats the needle with Germolene ointment and then pushes the cork back against her sex, bringing the needle back into position and holding it against her skin. Destiny can already feel the pain and he hasn’t even pushed yet. Again Master Dusk commands her to take a deep breath; as she does so he stabs the needle through her, shoving it slowly and precisely, taking only a few seconds, but to Destiny it seems like an eternity.
She realises she is gritting her teeth when he informs her, "Smile, slut, look how pretty it looks!" The needle is embedded squarely through the centre of her engorged clit, with one tiny drop of blood peeking out, which Master Dusk wipes away before tearing open the packet with the ring. Spreading the ring open with the special pliers, the small gold ball drops out onto his hand. He lubricates the ring with more Germolene and places it against the back end of the needle. Pushing the needle on through with the ring, he deftly twists and aligns the needle in one motion. Again taking the pliers Master Dusk reattaches the ball and the two tiny gold initials of ’F’ and ’S’, before adjusting the ring to hang in the centre of Destiny’s clit. "That wasn’t so horrible, was it you slut!" Master Dusk laughs, leaning down, licking the small amount of blood up, grinning as he grabs the hoop between his teeth, pulling hard, making Destiny cry out in fresh pain.
Master Dusk tugs harder on the ring clamped between his teeth, growling, "Tell me what you are!" As Destiny remains silent apart from a small groan he pulls back further stretching her clit, making her cry out in the fresh throes of pain, "You will answer me slave, unless you require another lesson in manners!" Her voice barely audible, Destiny replies hesitantly, "Your slut." With a final tug on the ring before letting it drop from between his lips, "Tell me you will do anything I want … Tell me you are mine." Even as he utters the words Master Dusk reaches for the new sterile box of piercing equipment and forceps, ignoring Destiny’s pitiful protests. "Please... Master… please… I am yours! But not that, please!" Destiny thrashes around in her chains, her head whipping violently from side to side, words falling over themselves from her mouth desperately trying to tell Master Dusk what he wants to hear in the hope of placating him, and her pulses racing forcing the arteries in her neck to visibly throb. A shudder of sadistic pleasure runs through Master Dusk as he suddenly and swiftly pulls the blindfold free of Destiny’s eyes, revelling in the torment, desire and inner turmoil, all fighting for supremacy that he sees there.
Standing back up Master Dusk reaches up and releases Destiny’s left arm. "You will play with yourself while I continue to pierce you. You are NOT allowed to make yourself cum. Is that understood?" Destiny’s lips form the shape of the word yes, but no sound materialises, her throat suddenly sand paper dry and constricted. Grinning, Master Dusk watches as she obeys him, slowly moving her fingers down to her erect clit, tentatively feeling her way around her new ring at first, before brushing her fingers over it, hips moving to meet them, responding to her own stimulation just as he knew she would. Master Dusk takes a skin scribe from the box, visually inspecting where he wants to place the rings on her outer lips. Finding balanced locations, he marks her, all the time watching her playing, feeling his own hardness twitch back to life again, fighting back the urge to devour her, to pump himself back into her and squeeze her newly pierced breasts until she screams out in the ecstasy of pain. Containing his urge for now, Master Dusk opens the swab package and sprays all around Destiny’s spread pussy with anti bacterial wash, smirking as she jumps at the initial coolness as it soothes the cuts and welts at first before giving way to a severe stinging sensation. The strong, sterile antiseptic aroma triggers long buried memories from the dark depths of Destiny’s mind, transporting her back in time, causing her to reminisce about a few less than pleasurable experiences in her then dentist’s big old-fashioned black chair and cold, clinical white room. The recollection alone is enough to cause her body to shine with a fresh sheen of sweat as the fresh, single, hollow needle still sits in its sterile bubble package, waiting to be of use. Master Dusk removes a further two small gold rings, a gauge thicker and larger than the clit ring, and having removed their beads, swabs them with the wash too; finally he is prepared. "Are you ready, my slut?"
Master Dusk’s stern tone pulls Destiny back into the present, a flash of fear on her face and a sharp intake of breath proceeding her breathless, "Yes… Master." His fingers slide smoothly over her shaved lips, now coloured golden from the wash. Master Dusk can see she is as ready as she is ever going to be. Grinning at her, he lifts up the forceps clamping her left labia between its tight jaws, making sure both marks are visible on either side. Destiny cries out as Master Dusk leaves the forceps to rest on her inner thigh as he picks up the needle package and tears it open, the glint of the razor sharp edge shimmering in the candlelight, competing with the evil glint shining in his eyes. Picking up the forceps in his left hand and positioning the point of the needle with his right, Master Dusk watches Destiny’s frantic rubbing, belying her terror.
"You are my slut, my slave. Your pain is my pleasure. This is my gift to you, tell me slut, do you accept it?" Destiny hisses an almost indiscernible yes, through clenched teeth, which immediately turns to a yelp of pain as Master Dusk quickly pushes the needle through the taut flesh of her labia, savouring Destiny’s moans and screams of pain as it sinks into her tender flesh. Master Dusk places one end of a ring in the end of the needle, drawing it through. Using the pliers he presses the open ring back together, the tugging sensation on Destiny’s newly pierced pussy lip eliciting small whimpers from her. Master Dusk closes the ring with a small bead, gently moving the shiny ring, inspecting it and his handiwork, pleased with the result.
Moving the equipment to Destiny’s left side, Master Dusk prepares her for the next piercing. Destiny is no longer moaning and he knows she is at the point of just enduring the pain and no more, her hand gingerly reaching down to investigate her new jewellery, all thoughts of playing with her clit now gone. Picking up the forceps, Master Dusk places and adjusts them on Destiny’s right outer lip. Wiping the needle again with the wash, he accurately positions it and with a quick glance at his writhing, whimpering slave, he pushes it through as her moans turn to a howl of pain. Master Dusk’s brow furrows with concentration as with meticulous care he threads the next ring through Destiny’s blood swollen pink flesh. He senses more than sees the relief flood over Destiny’s body, thinking her ordeal is now at an end. Moving up to her ear and hissing into it, "Just one more thing to prettify my slut’s wanton pussy," Master Dusk’s holds up a diminutive delicate gold Swiss made padlock before proceeding to thread it through both lip rings, effectively sealing them together. "Mmmm I wonder if Jeff will be quite as pleased when he sees MY slut and her chained up, protected and quite unfuckable pussy." Master Dusk’s fingers idly toy with a small golden key. "And this, the one and only means of access too, you had better pray you don’t give me cause to lose it, slave!"
A wave of panic surges through Destiny, she can’t even begin to contemplate what would become of her if the key was to go missing, be it accidentally or intentionally.
His own need still throbbing violently within him, Master Dusk somewhat reluctantly goes about the business of releasing a rather shaken Destiny from the chains, her eyes glazed over and shimmering as wetly as her newly pierced sex. With a loud whirring sound Master Dusk sets the hand winch of the mechanical block into motion, after unhooking all four of the cuffs, watching them dance and jerk their way back up to the roof of the chamber, the clanking sound of them making Destiny shiver and feel the ache in her limbs spasm to life anew almost as if they had never been freed from them. Master Dusk smiles to himself, already knowing that after tonight’s wonderfully decadent performance he is without a shadow of a doubt planning to pierce the succulent flesh spread out in front of him again and in the very near future too. Information he decides he will impart to his slut at a later date, but not tonight, that particular treat he would save until another time.
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