Eve Quest Pt. 02

A machine buzzed. My lips were being pricked. They vibrated and jiggled. Again I could stand the pain, but the darkness and uncertainty filled me with tension and fear. He worked on both lips for a while and then the machine went silent.

The moment he touched my left nipple I knew what was happening. I felt some pressure and a steady increase in pain then it was over. He fiddled around a moment or two, moved around to the right side and pierced my right nipple. Next came my navel. That was simple, a clamp, some pressure and an insertion. He went back to work on my lips for a while then took a break.

When he returned he said. “Stick out your tongue”

I complied and he grabbed it with a towel or something made from cloth. There was a lot of pressure on the bottom of my tongue and it hurt. I could feel the needle tearing its way through my tongue. The process stopped and then the insert was put in place. He helped me put my tongue in my mouth. The upper ball felt like it was the size of a marble. In reality, it wasn’t much smaller. I tried to say please stop, but it came out a lot closer to piss top. It was a freaky, unwanted, uncomfortable feeling. While I was contemplating my new piercings, he moved between my legs.

There was the rubbing or cleaning next to my scrotum, a clamping pressure then a short stabbing pain. Something was pushed under my skin, but he had to manipulate it. The pushing and pulling didn’t hurt, but I was totally baffled as to the purpose of the whole procedure. If one such course of action was curious imagine my shock as he repeated the process five times to a side. I was in a fog, but I was pretty sure I had twenty new holes and twenty new studs in my body. He clamped my philtrum and punched number twenty-one. He put something in the hole and a roll of cotton under my lip. I smelled a strong odor of glue.

Tattoo man left and was gone quit a while. When I was aware he was there again, he removed the mask. “Hello, Sissy.”

My response was an unintelligible, high-pitched shot at, “Hello, Sir.”

“Don’t try to talk. That thing in your mouth is going to take some getting use to.” He said.

He rolled a tray over and stood next to the chair on my right side. I couldn’t move my head enough to see anything.

“I’m gonna to do a little work around your eyes. It won’t take long and I’m not going to hurt you, but I want you to relax and stay still.”

True to his word, he didn’t take long. He fiddled with his instrument several times and moved between my eyes. I had to assume he was applying permanent eyeliner and mascara. For my part, I couldn’t move but there was more fear than pain.

He sat the chair up, released my hands and put a sheet of paper in my right one. I held the paper up where I could see it was detailed aftercare instruction for the tattoos and piercings. “Sissy, you must follow these instructions carefully. I wouldn’t normally do this much work in a single session, but that’s what Sheila wanted. You must be especially careful with the work I did between your legs. If you get an infection from any of these piercings you could get very sick. As far as your speech is concerned, you’ll be able to speak more clearly in a couple of days.”

He removed the rest of my restraints and led me to a full-length mirror. I touched my lips. They were puffy and a light pink color. My hazel eyes were lined in black and highlighted in a soft blue-green. I tried to be careful and stick out my tongue. The tongue was swollen and the insert was very large.

Tattoo man smiled and said. “You can’t imagine how good that feels to the underside of a cock.”

I hit my tooth with the damn thing when I quickly closed my mouth. My ears contained simple silver studs. My nipples contained silver barbells with stirrups or doorknockers that pivoted freely on the barbell shafts. A silver oval plate dangled over my navel. It was engraved with a single word – Sissy. In rows along my scrotum were barbells complete with doorknockers. Of all the work the most engaging was the tiny silver stud in my upper lip. It was like a beauty mark. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Pointing to a leather-covered table Tattoo man said. “Lay down on your stomach. Shelia wanted me to restrain you, but this won’t be too bad.” He buckled a wide belt across my back then attached each wrist to the belt. He spread my legs and restrained them to the corners of the table with Velcro strips. My tampon cord attracted his attention. He tugged on it lightly then slapped my ass. “You’re serious about this girl thing aren’t you?”

I said nothing and the buzzing began. He worked on my left shoulder and then on the small of my back alternating between the two. I’m not sure how long I was on the table, but I was very uncomfortable. My arms and shoulders and hips hurt. Still, he continued to work.

“Wow, Terry.” I heard Jenny say. She had slipped up behind me. “That looks great.”

“Your next.” Terry said.

“I might just be.” Jenny said.

“This is just the outline. I’ll add the color later.” Terry said.

“Are you just about finished?” Sheila asked.

The buzzing stopped. “I am finished if you’re satisfied.”

“It’s terrific, but now that I see it I wish you could put a tiny dick on her.” Sheila said.

“No problem.” Terry said and the buzz began again.

When he finished, he released me and I sat up on the table. Sheila and Jenny began an inspection. Jenny flicked a nipple stirrup with a fingernail.

Sheila looked at my lip and said. “That thing in her upper lip is neat. I want one.”

“Now?” Terry asked.

Sheila seemed a bit unsure, but nodded and said. “Yes.”

He put her in the chair and prepped her lip. He used a local anesthetic he hadn’t used on me. While the chemical worked he went to his desk and retrieved a stud. I dared not look at Mistress Sheila directly, but I wanted to understand the process so I used my peripheral vision.

He clamped her lip and gently held it out as he pushed a needle in from the underside or inside of her lip. It slipped in as smoothly as a twig through a marshmallow. He inserted the stud and glued the nut in place. As in my case, he put a cotton pad under the lip and it was over. My stud was a small silver disc. Hers was a diamond. The effect was mesmerizing.

Sheila continued her inspection of me by saying. “Stick out your tongue.”

I did and Jenny said. “Holy cow.”

“It’ll be some dick pleaser.” Terry said.

“Or clitty pleaser.” Jenny said.

Sheila whispered something in Terry’s ear and he said. “No shit. I gotta have some of that.”

“You will.” Sheila said then handing me my clothes she added. “Goget dressed.”

I garbled out. “Yes, Ma’am.

In the dressing room I had a chance to see the tattoos. There were two small Egyptian cartouches side by side in the small of my back just above the panty line. On my shoulder was a young woman bent at the waist as if looking at the cartouches. She had large butterfly wings, full breasts and a tiny dick. I got dressed and we went home.

On the way home Jenny told me that my only duties for the next couple of days would be aftercare. “Keep your insides clean, but you can wear your gown and rest. You don’t have to talk until that tongue heals. There’ll be no housework or sex. If you feel up to it, there are some videotapes you can watch.”

I took some prescription sedatives and made it through the night, but the next morning was rough.

Chapter 8

I didn’t mind douching, but that morning every time I moved something hurt. Jenny came in while I was on my knees and gave me my injection of hormones. I knew better than to drink on top of the sedatives, but Jenny and Sheila had left a fifth of Scotch in my room. I mixed a drink with no ice and sat in the rocker to watch a video.

As I might have expected the movies were of gay sex. I found I liked the big heavily muscled guys. I was also attracted to big balls hanging low and uncircumcised dicks. I watched long enough to finish my drink and went back to bed.

Mid-afternoon I woke again, made myself another drink and sipped at it while I soaked in the tub. After my bath I rinsed some underwear, put on a new gown, took two more pills and drifted off to sleep again. It was dark when I awoke. Sheila brought me some clear soup, crackers and a vanilla shake. She left without a word, but I was grateful for the meal.

That week was a drug induced blur. I didn’t see much of my Mistresses. I was served one liquid meal a day and I sleep. By Thursday morning I was able to speak fairly well. The small stud in my upper lip was no problem. My ears were fine. My nipples and belly button were very sensitive. The rings along my scrotum were very uncomfortable, but not sore and my tattoos were okay.

“How are we feeling?” Jenny asked early Saturday morning.

“Much better, thank you.” I said in a more or less clear soprano tone.

“You’ll have that cute little lisp from now on. It’ll make you sound even more feminine.”

I was still amazed at my feminine voice. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“I think I have just the thing to help with that tongue – Toilet.

I was crestfallen, but I knew the day had to come. I assumed the position and she released her stream. I drank it straight then began to lick her pussy. I thought the ball might fascinate her, but it didn’t. She stood and walked off.

As she was leaving she said. “I want you to return to your normal routine Monday.” Looking over her shoulder she said. “And no more booze.”

I really struggled to get through my duties Monday and Tuesday. Again the big problem was my feet and legs. I had little contact with mistresses except for meals and aerobics.

Wednesday as I was preparing for bed Jenny walked in and said. “Sheila and I won’t be home till late tomorrow night. Don’t wait up. We’ve got a friend coming over Friday night at 8:00. Wear your black outfit.”

Friday afternoon I began getting ready at 5:00. I douched, did my nails and shaved my face. I made a scented bubble bath and shaved all over. My black corset was tight, but the tight cups soothed my sore nipples. I wore fancy black hose with seams up the back and big black satin bows at the top of the seams along with my black sandals. I pulled on a black gaff and black lacy panties. My black uniform and white apron completed the outfit. I applied my makeup, donned a platinum blonde wig and a little black cap. Twirling around I felt the pain of the last couple of weeks fade away. I looked like a beautiful girl because I was a beautiful girl.

I sashayed into the kitchen and dropped to my knees.

“Sissy.” Sheila said. “How are you feeling?”

“Very nice, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Rug.” Sheila said.

Naturally I was afraid, but this time there was good news. When the doorbell rang shortly before 8:00, I wasn’t hooked up to it.

“Sissy, we need a drink.” Sheila said. I got up from the rug, walked over to her chair and knelt next to her awaiting her command.

Shelia wore a short reddish orange nightie with spaghetti straps and a bodice of see through lace. Multiple layers of chiffon fell from an Empire waist to just below her crotch. She was bare legged with four-inch platform mules.

Jenny was spectacular. A black leather collar supported a chain mail top. A black leather band at its bottom hung just below her breasts. Her micro-mini was chain mail with black leather bands top and bottom. Her entire body was dusted in a silver powder. Her clear plastic, backless sandals had four-inch steel spike heels. She was carrying a video camera.

Our guest was the young blonde male from my first night as a slave. He wore a tan short-sleeve shirt, khaki pants and open-weave leather shoes.

“What would you like, Alex?” Sheila asked.

“A beer is okay.” Alex said.

Sheila draped herself on Alex, her right hand rubbing his dick. “You don’t have to settle for okay.”

“Really, a beer is fine.”

Sheila turned her attention to Jenny. “How bout you, Jenny Darling?”

“A little Jose would be just right.”

Sheila turned to me. “Bring us a beer in the bottle and two tequila shooters.”

When I returned they were seated and talking quietly. I served the drinks and knelt beside Sheila’s chair.

Sheila popped her shooter and said. “Let’s see what you got, big boy.”

Alex stood and removed his shirt. He was several inches taller than me and built like a Michelangelo statue. His skin was smooth and tan. He slipped off his shoes, loosened his pants and pulled them down. His whole body was hairless, tan and sculptured. Did I mention his dick? It was such a beauty. Even flaccid it looked like it was a foot long. He had a small bottle of oil. He poured some in his hand and began a slow sensual application to his chest, arms and thighs.

Sheila pointed at him and said. “Get him ready.”

I assumed she meant me and sprang into action. I knelt before him, cupped his balls in my left hand and kissed them. With my right hand I started rubbing the monster’s head. I kissed and nibbled my way up the shaft. I put him in my mouth, but he jerked back.

“What’s that?”

I showed him my tongue ball and returned to my ministration. His cock was warm, almost hot, smooth and tasty. There was just no question. I loved cock.

“Get me ready.” Sheila said. She was on her back in the floor.

I dove between her legs and started licking her slippery bald slit. There was just no question. I loved pussy.

“Put him in me.” Sheila said.

Alex got between her legs. I spread her lips with two fingers of my left hand, grasped his meat in my right and guided him inside my wife. Jenny was practically on top of us with the camera.

“Can you spell cuckold?” Jenny whispered in my ear.

Sheila flipped off her shoes, locked her ankles behind his ass and impaled herself on his dong. She screamed for him to fuck her and slammed their bodies together. I don’t think a pussy is a bottomless pit, but she seemed to have no regard for her body. Her ass was off the ground and gyrating. During her first orgasm she stopped moving long enough to grab two hands full of his hair an kiss him like she wanted to crawl inside his mouth, then she was back to fucking. Their bodies glistened with oil and perspiration. She was in the midst of an orgasm when he stiffened and unloaded inside her.

“Get on your back Sissy.” Sheila said in an urgent tone.

I did so. She pushed Alex away, stood, straddled my chest and plopped her pussy down on my mouth. With my tongue inside her I started to suck. My reward came quickly. The slimy ropes of seaman practically fell out of her body. My tongue ball banged her clitty causing her to gyrate again. The taste, the smell and the heat had me creaming my panties.

When she came, she clamped my head with her legs and rolled over on her back. “Again.” She said.

Her next climax was all she could take. She pushed me away and told me to clean Alex’s dick.

I was busy with that wonderful task when she told Alex to take me to my room and fuck me. I thought I might have died and gone to heaven. Alex pulled me to my feet, and then picked me up in his arms. He was so powerful I felt like a little girl. I relaxed, put my arms around his neck and laid my head against his powerful chest.

He carried me to my room and sat me down on the bed. I told him I needed a quick stop in the bathroom. I pulled my panties and gaff off leaving my hose in place. Then I disposed of my tampon and smeared some KY on my pussy. I lay on the bed next to Alex and held my legs in the air. He needed no more encouragement. He put the head of his dick against my pussy and began to push. I grabbed him, kissed him and pushed back. Once he was in me I understood Sheila’s wild excitement. A man was inside me, moaning with pleasure. He was kissing me and fucking me. All to soon he came. Only then was I really aware of Jenny and Sheila and the camera.

“Clean him up.” Sheila said.

His dick was covered in cum and smelled of feces, although I knew I was relatively clean inside. I would’ve kissed and licked on him all night, but as he grew soft, Sheila told me to get dressed for bed. I went to the bathroom and performed my nightly ritual. When I returned to the bedroom they were gone and I fell into a peaceful rest.

Chapter 9

Saturday morning I awoke to a tender kiss from Jenny. It was the most startling event of my brief womanhood. “I’m so sorry, Miss Jenny. I didn’t hear the alarm.”

“Chill. It hasn’t gone off yet.” She said and kissed me again. I dared not reciprocate, but she was all over me. She was naked as a baby as she straddled my chest she said. “Let’s see what you can do with that ball.”

It was my first close look at her cunt. The skin on her lips was the same color and texture as her tummy and thighs. Her pubic bone protruded and her lips were fat. She had a thin strip of dark hair about one inch wide by three inches tall above her opening. My first move was a slow lick, bottom to top with the flat of my tongue. Her little knobby was easy to find. I shoved my tongue inside her and moved it around then flicked her clitty as I came out. I tried to bang her clitoris with the tongue ball by flicking it in and out. It must have had some effect she grabbed my head with both hands and sort of aimed it at her sweet spot. As my next move, I trapped her clitty between my lips and sucked. At the same time I lightly flicked it with the end of my tongue. When the skin on her back moistened I slowly pushed a finger into her rectum.

She cascaded over the top and screamed. “Shit, Sissy.” And fell limp.

I slowly licked her slit, but she was very sensitive and slid down my body. This time I returned her kiss with passion. Our lips slick with her juices, our tongues entwined.

She was looking in my eyes. “Girl, that was some first class pussy eating.”

I looked down and said. “Thank you.”

“You won’t need to put on your maid outfit this morning. Just dress in the same outfit you wore to the tattoo shop.” She looked right in my eyes, smiled and added. “Toilet.”

There was no understanding this woman. A moment ago you might have thought she was enamored with me. Now she wanted to shame me. Whatever. As soon as she moved I ran to the bathroom, got my rug and assumed the position. She dropped down on my mouth and released her warm stream. When she finished she stood and nonchalantly walked off.

I brushed my teeth and gargled before I douched. I had plenty of time, so I soaked in the tub and shaved. Clean, I put lotion on my body, made my bed and straightened my room before putting on my gaff. The mesh on little pink top allowed a clear view of my pierced nipples. I had to clip the chain over the barbells, but I left the jaws loose. The hot pants seemed to fit better. I was sure I’d lost quit a bit of weight. I was hungry all the time, but that’s one of the sacrifices a girl has to make.

After breakfast, I did the dishes while they dressed. They emerged in white Capri pants, multi-colored halter-tops and low-heel white leather thongs. Jenny connected my wrists behind my back with a two-foot chain and then attached a leash to my collar. The chain restricted my movements, but the intent was obviously to accentuate my position of subservience.

We went to the same oral surgeon’s office. This time Jenny removed my leash and checked me in. Then she and Sheila left without saying a word. There I sat. A street walker with his/her wrists chained. I thought about removing the chain, but dared not. I just found a man’s crouch to ogle and allowed the other patients to think what they might. Shortly, the nurse asked for Sissy and I struggled to my feet. They put me in a chair and started an IV. My final thought before things went blank was terror. My next recollection was pain. Something was wrong with my mouth.

“Sissy. Can you hear me?” The doctor said.

I didn’t answer, so she asked again. I tried to put my hands to my face, but I was still restrained.