Nothing is hotter than a lady with piercings for anyone who has a Pierced Fetish. However, as hot as they are to look at, the following story proves that it’s equally exciting for the horny sex slave who’s got them…

I was rarely nervous around my Master, but tonight was different.

I had crossed a line last night during one of our many play sessions when in the throes of ecstasy, I uttered three little words: I love you.

I’d sworn never to cross that line in my pleasure based relationships, but there I was bound, my breasts heaving, my body red from the lash, and pussy aching with the need to come. Reduced to my most primitive instincts, I uttered the words I’d been denying for so long.

As he led me to his dungeon I felt the change in him. He was usually light and smiley, but tonight he was quiet and unreadable as he strapped me to his padded table.

I was naked, exposed, and the vulnerability of my position blended nerves with arousal.

“You said you loved me, did you mean it?” he asked.

As he spoke, he turned and removed the cover from some items he’d placed there earlier.

“I did, Sir,” there was no room for dishonesty here.

“I want to own you, make you mine forever. Do you accept?”

“I do, Sir.”

The alcohol was cool on my nipples, making them harden all the more. He held up the rings I would wear.

They were engraved with his initials.

The pain was harsh, but quickly over.

When he was through I wore two rings; signs of my Master’s ownership. He gripped them and gently tugged. The sensations shot from nipples to pussy, and made my hips arch off the table with violent demand.

“You like this?”

“Yes, Sir” I groaned, even as he pulled at the rings with his teeth. The cold steel and heat of his tongue had me on the edge.

“Come, my love,” he purred, the vibrations shooting through the rings.