The story is fictional, of course, but there is a true story behind parts of it (including the photo). The reader can determine which parts are fiction and what really happened. There are a few more chapters already written, which will be sent if you are interested.
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`No, I want to get through my penance, let's go ahead', answered Sherylle in a flat tone of voice.
With that Thomas started dressing Sherylle in her outfit for the day. Sherylle stood quietly, naked, her legs slightly apart. She was gorgeous, despite her forty years. Like many Filipinas, she could easily pass for a teenager with her smooth skin, and firm figure.
She raised her delicate chin as Thomas locked a 2-inch leather collar around her throat, the padlock positioned at the back of her neck. His hands traveled from her shoulders down her chest, pausing to cup her 34F breasts. While not as firm as when they first met in her teen years, Thomas still found them irresistible. A brief caress was all it took to make her nipples harden.
Next he placed a 4-inch wide leather belt around her waist. Drawing each of the two buckles tight in turn, Sherylle's waist was reduced from 23 inches down to 21. Thomas adjusted the leather loop with the hasp until it was centered along her spine. He attached the crotch strap to the three buckles at the front of the wide belt, then passed the strap over her shaved pussy. Sherylle shivered slightly as the cool leather compressed her inner and outer pussy lips. Not quite sure of what was to come, she hoped she would be given more to wear than just the belt and her restraints. At least Thomas hadn't placed a dildo or butt plug in her before locking the belt. He placed the end of the strap over the hasp, then turned to get a pair of wrist cuffs. Quickly placing them over Sherylle's wrists, he secured all three hasps together with a single padlock. Her arms bound behind her, Sherylle was forced to stand straighter, and her breasts seemed larger and firmer. The collar kept her from looking down, but she could see her nipples getting firm. Many times these steps had led to pleasurable interludes, with multiple orgasms following brief periods of bondage and discipline. Since she had returned however, the bondage had gotten longer and more severe.
Sherylle sat on the stool when directed, and Thomas put her boots on. High-heeled platform boots that came up past her knees, they fit Sherylle perfectly. She had first purchased them when she was a sixteen-year-old bar girl in Olongapo City, dancing for sailors to earn her keep. After two decades they were back in fashion and she wore them again, still looking sexy, still looking for sex. Thomas fastened the ankle cuffs over the boots, and joined them with an 18-inch chain, formed of solid, heavy links. He laid Sherylle on the carpet so he could take a picture, saying "one last photo before you're changed forever". Sherylle trembled slightly at the implications of that statement, but then remembered that Thomas was often overly dramatic when they played bondage games. the final touch was a red ball gag, buckled behind her head.
Thomas returned with her black leather raincoat and helped her stand. He placed the coat over her shoulders and fastened the belt. With her hands cuffed to her back under the coat, the empty sleeves betrayed the fact that this was not normal attire. Sherylle suddenly realized that they were going out, and she was nearly naked while bound under her coat! She started to protest and tried to pull away when Thomas picked up his car keys and led her to the door. Bound as she was, it was even more impossible for a petite five-foot slave to resist her six-foot master.
`When you came back after four years of divorce, you agreed to four years of submissiveness. This is just one more step on your road to redemption. You can back out now, but then pack your things and leave. If you're going to stay here, it's on my terms this time'. Thomas used a tone that indicated he was deadly serious, despite his obvious excitement at the sexual nature of the moment.
Sherylle thought for only a few seconds before bowing her head and walking to the door, the chain between her ankles dragging on the floor. As she walked to the car, she remembered the sins that had brought her to this point.
At 36 she had been beautiful, with a nice house, a new car, a nice family, and a decent job. Money wasn't plentiful, but they had what they needed. Thomas would often surprise her with flowers, presents, and even jewelry, saying she was the best thing in his life. Her friends were jealous of her, so attractive, with such a good life and a devoted husband who was a real gentleman. They couldn't see the cracks spreading across this perfect picture. Sherylle had started gambling when an Indian casino opened nearby. What started out as pleasant diversion had turned into an addiction. She secretly wiped out most of their savings in less than a year. Tearfully, she had asked Thomas to forgive her and cover the losses, and he did. For awhile she was grateful, but the compulsion kept pulling at her.
She had lost her job when her mood swings started upsetting the customers at the restaurant. It took months to find another job because her bad reputation had spread. Things weren't much better at the new job, but they needed her expertise. Then her new boss took her to the casino for a business dinner. He took her gambling and then he took her to bed. To relieve her guilt, she started gambling again; it was the only time she felt free. Before long the guilt of her betrayal was too much for her to bear, so she divorced Thomas, blaming it on his trying to `control her'. When it was over she had 60% of everything they owned; he had the kids and a mountain of debt. Within four months she had lost her job, run through all the cash, and had gone through three boyfriends. Getting a job at the casino, she had managed to struggle along for three more years, never happy, and always on the edge of total bankruptcy. Thomas struggled to raise the kids and hold his job, and succeeded beyond her wildest expectations. It seemed that the worse she did, the better his life became. Her bitterness led her into even worse situations. Finally, after being beaten up by the latest scumbag that had picked her up in the casino where she gambled, Sherylle had hit bottom. With counseling, she realized her mistakes and asked Thomas to take her back. He had, but with severe conditions.
The first weekend back she had signed a slavery contract. She agreed to keep her pussy shaven throughout her sentence, equal to the time since she had first committed adultery. One 24-hour day a week she was completely subservient to his will, dressing and doing exactly what he said. And one weekend a month they sent the kids away so she could spend the entire time in bondage. This was the second such weekend since she had returned. Sherylle had found herself enjoying the bondage even more than the games they had played when they were married. Perhaps she felt that this was her penance, and the bondage gave her the excuse to focus totally on her own pleasure, though at her master's direction.
Returning to the present, Sherylle stood next to the low slung convertible while Thomas opened the door. There was no way she could get in with her feet chained the way the they were, so he picked her up and deposited her in the seat. A delicate rain was falling, so the top was up. Sherylle was grateful for that, it lessened the chance of anyone seeing the bright red ball strapped between her teeth. She imagined Thomas was going to take her to one of those bondage clubs he'd talked about. The thought of being displayed naked and bound to others scared her, but she was also thrilled to think about how admired she'd be. For you see, being the most beautiful woman in the room had always been Sherylle's main concern. She saw each line and wrinkle in her face more clearly than anyone else, and it was partly to feel young and desirable again that she had let herself be led into the affair with a married man. The dozens of sex partners after that just confirmed that she still had `it', despite the years.
The metallic blue Z3 pulled out of the driveway smoothly, and Sherylle snuggled into the heated seat. She figured they were going to New York City, so she had a two-hour drive ahead of her. Fortunately the leather cuffs were well worn, and comfortable. The chastity belt around her waist was irritating, but she hadn't had anything to eat yet, so it didn't squeeze too badly. They almost felt like old clothes, since Thomas had saved them even after she left.
Thomas took the highway ramp heading away from New York, and Sherylle tried to protest. All that made it past the gag were muffled grunts, with a questioning tone.
`That's right, we're not going to New York. You haven't been trained well enough for a club yet. No we're going shopping for a little jewelry for you to wear. You always liked jewelry. I noticed that you had to sell all the jewelry I bought for you when we were married. Your friends told me that you sold your wedding ring first. That really hurt me at the time, but I guess it was just a memory you didn't want as much as you wanted the cash to gamble. Don't worry, you're getting another ring today.'
Sherylle brightened up at that. Her concern about being seen this way in public lessened when she realized that Thomas wouldn't take her into a jewelry store this way. He was a VP now, and couldn't afford to have his reputation damaged by scandal. He must have arranged for a private showing at some expensive jeweler, who would discretely fail to notice the bondage. Well, things were going much better than she had hoped. Back a little more than a month and he had not only forgiven her, but he was back to giving her presents. Keep playing along with his games and she'd be able to convince him to marry her again, then she would hold all the cards. He'd have to either cut this slave shit out, or she'd divorce him and get half of everything he'd built up while she was gone. In fact, the first thing she'd take would be this sports car. She'd look pretty good driving around town with the top down.
Sherylle was enjoying the vision so much, she didn't realize they had left the highway. Thomas turned into an out of the way shopping center and parked the car in front of a building that said `Tiny's Tattoos and Piercings'. A bad feeling suddenly ran through her body and she felt her nipples harden and goose bumps rise all over her body, despite the warmth of the car. When she looked at Thomas he just smiled and said, `here we are, everybody out.'
The parlor occupied a plain white building, unremarkable except for the colorful pictures of tattoos in the windows. The windows had large white shades drawn behind them, blocking any view of the interior. Although the sign said closed, Thomas confidently walked Sherylle to the door, his arm around her shoulder. She felt grateful that there was no one nearby, since the chain between her ankles was easy to see. Sherylle became even more aware of the chastity belt between her legs, the stiff leather crotch strap irritating her thighs as she walked. The strap also spread her butt cheeks wide, and that had become irritating as well. She'd never had to wear the chastity belt this long before, Thomas had always removed it to insert a dildo, butt plug or his prick before too long. Instead of a chastity belt, she had always thought of it as an orgasm belt, since she'd had hundreds while wearing it.
Thomas knocked on the door, and a short man with a serious face opened it. Sherylle was surprised to see that in this case `Tiny' didn't refer to some huge man.
`Hi Tom, is this the little lady you spoke about? You didn't tell me she was this beautiful.'
`Yeah Tiny, this is Sherylle. She is gorgeous, isn't she? That's why we need your special skills.'
`Hi Sherylle, I'm Tiny. Don't worry, I've done this stuff lots of times. We're going strictly first class all the way, all new equipment, and so on. So just relax, okay?'
`Mmmph, mmph' was all Sherylle could reply.
`Tiny, she's gagged so she can't talk. Did you really expect her to answer?' Said Tom with a laugh.
Tiny laughed, `Yeah you're right Tom, I've got my head up my ass this morning. You know this is a lot earlier than I'm usually up, especially after a heavy night.'
Sherylle stood silently, not sure what to think. Tiny headed to the back room, and Thomas put his arm around her shoulder and led her to a curtained alcove with a table like you'd find in a doctor's office. It even had a set of stirrups on rods, just as gynecologists used.
Tiny pulled out a clipboard with a set of papers on it.
`Tom, we discussed this before. Although I trust you, and the advance payment really came in handy, I've got to have her sign these release forms in my presence, and with a witness for my own protection.'
`No problem Tiny, can I be the witness?'
`No, it needs to be someone neutral in this situation. I've got my latest woman in the next alcove; can she come in now?'
`Sure, I'll get Sherylle ready to sign.'
Tiny left the alcove and spoke with someone as Tom removed Sherylle's coat. As she realized she was now naked, except for her chastity belt, boots, and cuffs, she tried to protest and moved toward her coat. Before Tom could say anything, Tiny returned with a young girl.
`This is Jen; she'll be our witness. She'd like to watch the procedure, but she'll leave if you want.'
`Why don't we leave that up to Sherylle?' Said Tom. Sherylle had turned to face the wall, trying to hide her naked breasts and her embarrassment. Tom grasped her shoulders and turned her to face Jen and Tiny.
`Jen, Sherylle might be less embarrassed if you take off your clothes too, do you mind?' asked Tiny, in a voice that was pure honey.
`Not at all Tiny, I think this is kind of cool. Besides Tom's already seen me dancing naked at the bar.'
Jen shed her tank top, exposing a set of 36A breasts, small and firm, with thin gold rings in each nipple. They swung freely as she bent over to slide her jeans past her hips and off her legs as she kicked off her shoes. She had a pair of white mesh thong panties on, which quickly followed the pants. When she stood up she crossed over to Sherylle and planted a kiss on her cheek as she hugged her.
`Don't worry honey, you're going to love how you look with your new jewelry', said Jen as she stepped back. Sherylle saw a good-looking young girl, about 18 to 20 years old. Despite her small breasts, she looked very sexy, with long legs, a nicely rounded ass, and light brown pubic hair neatly cut in a thin vertical stripe, ending at the top of her slit. She had a navel ring as well. Sherylle knew the rings everyone was talking about weren't going to end up on her fingers.
Tiny explained that the papers were consent forms for the piercing, and that Sherylle had to sign them in his presence, of her own free will. Tom unlocked her right wrist, then quickly closed the lock, keeping her left wrist locked behind her back. He whispered in her ear `you can back out now, but then I'm going to leave you here. It's your final chance to get out. From here on in, I'm in complete control of your body.'
Sherylle didn't hesitate; she bent over and signed her name on the form that Tiny had already signed. Jen signed it as well, her nipple rings swinging down as she bent over. Jen gave Sherylle a hug, their breasts softly rubbing together as she whispered `I wish my tits were as big as yours, you're beautiful'.
`We're ready to go now that the paper shit is out of the way.' Said Tiny. `Do you want Jen to leave; she'd like to stay'? Sherylle took another look at Jen, standing naked, relaxed and smiling. She wanted some female support when she went through whatever was coming up. She shook her head at Tiny, and moved towards Jen, her ankle chains sliding across the linoleum floor. Jen hugged her again; saying thanks as she moved her hands down to Sherylle's butt and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze. Sherylle suddenly realized that Jen's interest in her might be more than curiosity.
Tom led her to the examining table in the alcove while Tiny put on some latex gloves and brought out a tray of instruments. Tom helped her step on a stool and then sit on the end of the table. He fastened her right wrist cuff back to her chastity belt.
Tiny turned and said, `Sherylle we're going to start with your nipple rings. I advised Tom against rings this big for someone as petite as you, but they'll work fine. You'll feel discomfort for just a few seconds.' The collar kept her from seeing what was going on. Tiny raised a section of the tabletop, and she rested back against it, her hands clumsily held behind her back. Tom spoke soothingly to her while Tiny handled her tits. Jen came over and assisted Tiny, rubbing her nipples with some mediciney smelling stuff. Her nipples seemed to go numb, then she felt pressure as some kind of clamp was fastened to her right nipple. A sharp pain, then some tugs on her right nipple. Sherylle started crying, she'd never liked needles of any kind. A minute later and they were working on her left nipple.
`Oh, honey they look beautiful. You are sooo sexy!' Said Jen as she held up a mirror
Sherylle looked down to see her nipples in the mirror, each with a large golden ring. The rings were thicker than Jen's, as thick as some hoop earrings Tom had given her last month. Each ring had a threaded bead that held it together. It was hard to tell how big they were due to the angle, but they looked to be about one inch in diameter. As she watched, Tiny unthreaded each bead a bit, placed a drop of superglue on the threads, and tightened them. Sherylle realized she couldn't get the rings out!
Tom eased Jen aside and gently cupped Sherylle's tits, pulling the rings out with his fingers. For the first time Sherylle felt her master's tug on her rings, it wouldn't be the last. Still holding the rings, Tom bent over and kissed her on the forehead. `See, that wasn't so bad little slave, but we're not done yet.'
Sherylle wondered where else they would insert rings. Perhaps in her navel, an eyebrow, maybe her tongue? That would be very inconvenient, she'd have trouble hiding it at work.
Tiny moved behind her and lowered the back of the table. Tom gently lowered her down. With her hands bound where they were, she couldn't really get comfortable or completely flat on the table, despite the padding. Jen came around to the head of the table and put her hands on Sherylle's shoulders. Sherylle got an upside down, but close range view of Jen's breasts. Jen had small, firm cones, definitely an A cup, with small pinkish brown nipples, pierced by the glistening rings. Jen's belly button was pierced with a thicker ring, beaded just like the ones in Sherylle's nipples, only smaller.
Sherylle's attention quickly returned to her feet as Tom and Tiny each placed one of her booted feet in the examination stirrups, placing her legs on the outside of the vertical rods. As she started to rise in protest, Jen held her down while the men buckled straps that held her feet in the stirrups. Tom unlocked the chain from one foot, then they spread her legs wide. Sherylle realized what was going to come next and tried to get up.
`You made your choice, there's no backing out now.' Said Tom.
As Tiny prepared his instruments, Tom unbuckled the front of the chastity belt. He caressed Sherylle's pussy, and ran his finger down the brown surgical scar that ran from her navel to the top of her slit. An ectopic pregnancy had left the scar, but it only enhanced her unique beauty. Tom moved to the side and held her hips steady as Tiny went to work.
Again the numbing salves, the pressure of the clamp and brief pain. She cried as she realized that her pussy would never be completely hers again.
Jen helped Sherylle sit up and she looked down at two rings, matching the ones in her nipples. They looked large next to her delicate inner lips of brown, piercing the middle of each one. She shuddered as she though of all the things that could be done with those rings.
`Can I touch them? I've thought about getting a pussy ring or two my self.' Asked Jen. When Tom nodded, she gently pried Sherylle's pussy lips apart and examined the rings. `They look beautiful'. She hugged Sherylle as Tom and Tiny settled the bill and Tiny gave directions on taking care of the piercings.
Tom took a pair of long chains with clips on one end and clipped them to the pussy rings. The other ends were led through the nipple rings. Sherylle turned red with embarrassment and tried to protest this humiliation through her ball gag. `You're screwed now, bitch' said Jen with a laugh. Tom refastened the front of the chastity belt, kissed Sherylle on the cheek and helped her off the table. He bent down to refasten the chain between her ankles. He placed her coat around her shoulders and fastened her belt, then led her outside.
Sherylle was relieved that no one saw her as she got into the car. The drive home was quiet. Tom parked at the garage in back of the house, then came over to help Sherylle out of the car. From behind her, he reached around and unfastened her belt, removing her coat before she realized what he was doing. She tried to hide behind the car and cover herself as best she could.
Tom was prepared for her resistance. He already had her chains in hand, and pulled on them. Sherylle's sensitive nipples were pulled, as well as her pussy lips. She had to straighten up and turn to face him just to relieve the pain.
"I've been waiting for this moment since you left three years ago. You're going to walk up the driveway led by my chains in your nipples and cunt. You had your way before, now I'm in charge.' With that he led her up the driveway to the side door of the house, 100 feet of embarrassment and tears. Sherylle looked very sexy with the chains running up her flat stomach from under the crotch strap to her erect brown nipples. Her nipple rings were pulled away from her breasts by the chains. Sherylle thought she could never be more embarrassed than this, despite no one seeing her naked stroll. She was wrong.
[ Story continues in Chapter 2 ]
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