“No, I just came to support Jenn. Can I watch?”
Joel looked questioningly at me. “Sure, I guess it is ok with me if it is ok with you.”
He turned back to Teryn and with a serious look said, “I would rather not, to be honest, because you might be a distraction. If you join us, you must promise not to interfere.”
“Sure, ok,” Teryn agreed.
Joel shrugged and stepping aside, waved an invisible red flag like a bull fighter, and I led the way. “Room #5, Jenn,” Joel said.
There was no point in delaying the inevitable, so I sat in the chair like last time. Teryn took a seat against the wall. We looked at each other, but did not speak. Of course, I was apprehensive… to be honest, scared!
Joel tilted the chair back. “I want to examine your septum.” He moved the horseshoe back and forth. It stung slightly. “I don’t see any salve. I thought I told you to be careful, that an infection was always a possibility.”
“I’m sorry, Sir”
“Sorry won’t help if you are not careful.” Looking over at Teryn, he said, “Make sure she dabs some salve morning and night.”
“I will, Sir,” Teryn responded, very seriously.
“Fine. Ok, Jenn, lift up your top and let’s get to it.” I looked over at Teryn, who arched her eyebrows, but I obeyed. “Ringed and belled per your Master’s command. I believe he told you this, right?”
I recalled his words from a previous shoot, but I thought he might be kidding. This was not Gorean, at least as I knew it. “Yes, but…” Before I could finish, Joel was kneading my nipples, and I grimaced, not with pleasure, but pain.
“That hurts?”
“Yes, Sir. Master tied them yesterday with a leather strip and they nearly exploded when I released the tie.”
“You released a strip of leather your Master purposefully tied on your nipples?” His voice sounded concerned, with a sprinkle of anger.
“Well, actually, Sir, Teryn released it. We spoke with Master last night on the phone and he seemed to give her permission to treat me as she wished.” He had not stopped manipulating my nipples, which were now engorged and at attention.
“Hmm,” he hummed aloud as he continued to knead my nipples. “I don’t think these little soldiers can handle what your master desires.” He looked up at me and our eyes met. All serious like. He looked back at my nipples, which were throbbing. I looked over at Teryn, who just shrugged in response.
“No, we have to stretch these, that’s all there is to it,” and releasing my nipples, he walked from the room.
“He’s going to stretch your nipples, Jenn!” Teryn seemed fascinated. “How is he going to do that?”
Before I could mumble some nonsense, Joel returned and sat down next to me as before. “So these are nipple sleeves.” He showed me small metal cylinders. Teryn peeked over his shoulder. “I think we can add another quarter inch to your nipples over the next few days. At that point, your master’s request will be both easier and safer to fulfill.”
Turning to look at Teryn, he continued. “Watch how I do this, because I want you to apply longer ones every 12 hours. Each will extend the nipples an additional 16th of an inch.”
He pushed the sleeve over my right nipple and then locked his mouth over it. As his tongue pushed down on the sleeve, he suctioned my nipple like a vacuum, drawing it further and further away from the base of the sleeve. I moaned in both pain and pleasure. “There,” he announced. You want to try the left one?” he asked Teryn.
I was panting, my eyes as big as saucers.
“Sure,” she happily agreed. Teryn slid the sleeve over my left nipple, pushing and pulling at my extended bud.
“Please…” I groaned.
She looked up at me with a wry smile and then placed her mouth over my nipple. Her tongue swirled around my snared nipple, tenderly, lovingly, and I arched my back, awash in sexual bliss. And then suddenly she bit down hard on my nub. It took a moment for me to register what she had done, and I let out a shocked and frightened scream. It may not have awakened the dead, but Joel reacted instantly, clamping his hand over my mouth.
Even Teryn was surprised and released her grip on my nipple, assuming it was still there. I would not have been surprised if she had flared her teeth and my little baby had been sticking from her teeth!
“What the fuck just happened?” Joel asked Teryn.
“Nothing, I mean I just tried to pull her nipple through the metal thing, and I guess I bit a little too hard.”
“Maybe a little,” he laughed and looked back at me. “If she is sufficiently aroused, just sucking hard will pull them through, but your technique seemed to work in any case. Can I remove my hand?” I nodded, the throbbing now a steady ache.
Panting, I said, “I don’t like these at all. Take them off, please. I didn’t agree to this.” I felt the tears flow from my eyes. I shut my eyes tightly to block out this nightmare.
Suddenly I jumped, my eyes flying open. Teryn had reached between my legs and swiped her fingers between my pussy lips. Just as quickly, she held her fingers before me, a huge smile on her face. “Your cunt tells a different story, slut,” she laughed
“Hey, hey, relax,” Joel added. “They will be taken off every 12 hours, and then replaced until your nipples are sufficiently long. Or do you want me to call your master and tell him you do not want to continue with his plans for you?”
I had calmed down, and though the metal seemed tight, the pain was bearable. I blinked several times to stop the tear flow. “Ok, just let me rest a few minutes.” As I calmed down, I took another look at the nipple stretchers and started to tear up. I would look like a freak if my nippies were permanently stretched so far. I would have to talk Teryn out of this, as soon as we were home.
Joel and Teryn had left the room, giving me a chance to regain some composure, but about 5 minutes later they returned, along with the girl I had seen in front on my first visit. She was pushing a cart with numerous grooming items, it looked like. “Are you ready?” Joel asked.
I looked at him inquisitively. Ready? What now? “For what?”
“This is Karen. Your roomie had a suggestion, I called your master and he approves, so the majority wins,” he smiled his winning smile. Both Joel and Teryn were approaching me, one on each side of the chair. They looked like two cats that had just swallowed the canaries. I looked from one to the other and suddenly they acted in tandem, grabbing each arm and strapping it to the chair.
I struggled and prepared to scream, when Joel held up some sort of balloon-like item, attached to a tube with another ball at the end. “Will this gag be necessary?” he asked
“No,” I squealed, “but why are you doing this? What are you going to do to me?” I looked frantically to Teryn, pleading with my eyes.
“Karen is also a hair stylist and we all agree your hair is just far too long. It is too easy to hide your fuck-me hoops and your collar. I told Joel you might not accept our reasoning, so he suggested these straps on the chair. It’s up to you about the gag. I would like to see how it looks in your mouth. Joel says it inflates and does not require a strap around your head, which of course would mess with what Karen has planned.”
I just whimpered, unable to form a response.
“She’s all yours, Karen. Slut cut,” and Teryn stepped away, picking up her phone. ‘Noooo,’ I wanted to shout and plead.
Through the next half hour, I just moaned and cried, as many inches of my beautiful mane dropped to the floor. Karen kept a running commentary for Teryn to record. Joel had left the room when Karen started.
I felt her fingers no more than 3 or 4 inches above my head, as she scissored her way around my scalp. Actually, Karen continually used the word “chop” when she referred to what she was doing. It made me sick to my stomach.
“Please,” I whispered, not wanting to be gagged.
“Don’t move, slut,” was her response. “I am going to use a straight razor along the back,” and I felt a sharp blade against my neck. “Next, a 90 degree cut using the top of her ear as a guide.” Oh no, oh no, I would look like a total freak or worse!
“That is awesome, Karen,” glowed Teryn from behind her phone. “Maybe one day a Mohawk, ha ha.”
There was nothing funny about her comments. When I got her alone, oh, I could hardly wait to take out my wrath.
“Now, I’m going to bring it up about an inch and take these thinning shears and…” My mind was shutting down. I could not bear this humiliation.
“We are going to leave her bangs a little longer in front.” She rubbed in every form of mousse and spray, lifting what was left of my hair up from my scalp. Using a blow dryer and then a flat iron, my agony was nearing its end. At least I hoped that was the case. At this point I had no idea what else had been planned behind my back.
Joel walked in to check on the progress of my humiliation. He looked at Teryn, who had the biggest smile on her face. Damn, why did I invite her along! “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world! Oh, Sir, while Karen is finishing up, can I look around the shop?”
“Of course, the official tour was just about to begin,” his smile wider than ever, and Teryn walked out the door to follow Joel. Did I feel a pang of jealousy?
I exhaled deeply, the stress of the morning having taken its toll. It was made many times worse by having Teryn take pictures of the entire ordeal. When we got alone, I would tell her how displeased I was and get her to delete those pictures.
I replayed my days with Master, the pleasure and now pain, the excitement and humiliation, and tried to justify everything that had happened so far. As I was running through the events for the umpteenth time, the door opened and in came Teryn and Joel.
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