Sissy Slut Ch. 02
Keywords: Slut, 02, Ch., Sissy,
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At first I was a little pissed she just discarded me like that so easily, but I quickly got over it, as I was now free. Thankfully there were no other houses nearby that I had to worry about being seen in all my naked glory. It took me a few minutes before I was able to drive away, as I had to get dressed first. I kept looking back at the house, as I wanted see if she was watching me. I couldn't tell if she even cared if I left. Less than ten minutes later I was on the road headed for home and I vowed I would never go back to that house.
By the time I got home it was already nine in the evening and I was surprisingly exhausted from my ordeal. I barely had the energy to make myself something to eat before I crashed on an easy chair in front of the TV. It wasn't until then I remembered the velvet box that Tally had given me.
I retrieved the box from the shopping bag and looked inside. The first thing a saw was a hand written note that told me not to close the rings until they were in my nipples as they couldn't be reopened. There were two rings in the box. Each was an inch in diameter and made of fourteen-caret gold. On both rings hung a word that was written in beautiful flowing letters. One ring had the word Slut on it and the other sissy.
I laughed as I thought there was no way I was ever going to have my nipples pierced with these rings. I closed the box and tossed onto my coffee table as I sat back and started watching the TV.
By ten thirty I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and I decided to go to bed. With in minutes I was sound a sleep thought it wasn't a very restful sleep. I kept having dreams of the sex I had during the weekend and I would continue to wake up with a start. By six in the morning I gave up and climbed out of bed.
I woke up with what I thought was a pee hard on but even after emptying my bladder it still wouldn't go down. I climbed into a cool shower thinking that would take care of it, that didn't help either. In the end I tried stroking my cock to get it to go down but there again I was foiled.
Each time I tried to think of some girl I had been with my mind would go to Tally. When I tried to think of some of the porn I read or saw again my mind would go to Tally. I couldn't get her out of my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about the sex we had. When I finally came, in my mind it was Tally cuming in my mouth.
I never felt so disgusted with myself as I did at that point. How could I possible get off on thinking about the stuff we did? As I got dressed for work I made a vow to myself not to think about that sort of thing ever again. Unfortunately the unconscious mind doesn't always do what you want it to.
At work I could barely keep my mind on the job at hand as my mind would drift back to Tally. I couldn't get her out of my head. When my workday was over I when back to my apartment to immerse myself in Internet porn for several hours hoping that would cure my wondering mind.
But when I opened my email box I found three pieces of mail from someone I didn't know. Each message just told the other person was thinking about me and there was an attachment to the Email. When I open the first attachment I received a shock. The picture was of me as I tried to insert the dildo on Friday night. The second picture was of me as I sucked off Tally after she paddled me on Saturday morning. The third was of me as I was bound to the barstool with one man in my ass and another in my mouth. You couldn't identify the men with me as their faces were blurred out but my face was quite recognizable.
I was sure the emails came from Tally and I wrote a mean spirited letter back to her about the pictures she sent. Not surprisingly my email address was block by her carrier. In frustration I shut down my computer.
Once I had nothing to occupy my mind I worry how far she would take this. I couldn't have a scandal at work and Tally proved she was computer savvy with finding my email address. I knew for certain, I didn't give my email address to her. I worried most of that night and I didn't sleep well either.
When I arrived at work on Tuesday I found another email though this time it was in my office email account. In the message I saw she had put in three other email addresses one for my secretary, one for my boss and one for the president of the company. This told me Tally was serious about having me back.
The email also had a picture attached of me having my ass beat on the first night. Tally's face was blurred out but my face was clear. You could see by the smile on my face, I was enjoying the beating.
I had to find out how far she was willing to take this. I thought about going to her house that evening to talk to her. I quickly discarded that option as too dangerous. I had to meet her on her terms. I had to play the game her way. That meant I had to have my nipples pierced with the rings she gave me and I had to present myself on Thursday night.
Before I left work for the day I made arrangement to be off on Friday in case I couldn't get away from her. I feared she would slap another collar on me and I would be trapped until Sunday. Once I left work I ran home and got the nipple rings she gave me. Then all I had to do was find some one to pierce my nipples for me.
I went down town where I knew there was quite a few tattoo parlors. But I didn't want to go to just anyone. I wasn't into the humiliation of having some man make fun of me while he was doing it.
I went from shop to shop checking each one out and also checking out the artist as they were called. The first five or six shops had tall well-built biker types going the piercing. I quickly left their shops knowing they would make fun of me. I checked out ten more shops, all had males doing the piercing. Some I would have swore were gay by the way they carried themselves the others looked dirty and unsanitary.
I finally settled on one that had a cute little girl of around twenty-five doing the piercing. She stood about five foot two and had a tight little body and perky tits. She had long blond hair that was tied into a ponytail that bounce when she walked.
She came up to me smiled warmly and asked, "Is there something I can get for you or are you interested in a nice tattoo or a piercing?"
"I'm looking for someone to pierce my nipples do you do that," I asked in a stutter.
The girl smiled knowingly and said, "Sure I do that, though I mostly do that on girls but I have done it on a few men. Would you like to see the jewelry I have for nipple piercing?"
I held up the velvet box and said, "I already have the jewelry I just need you to install them."
The girl took the box from me and opened it. I saw her stifle a giggle before she said. "I can't guarantee the piercing since I don't know what quality your rings are. They look like a good quality ring but I can't be sure. If you still want me to do the piercing I'll have to put these in the sterilizer for a few minutes. Come on to the back where I do the piercing and we'll get started."
I could feel my entire body become flush with embarrassment as I followed the girl to the back room. Once in the room she put the rings on a tray and put the tray into a small sterilizer. She then put on latex gloves and said, "Have a seat sissy and we'll get started."
"Why did you call me that?" I asked defensively.
The girl laughed and said. "According to your nipple rings that's exactly what you are sissy. Any time you take off your shirt everyone who looks at you will know you're a sissy slut so get use to it. And don't think you can take them off and change them for a different pair when you're away from your Domi. Those rings lock together and you'll have to cut them to get them off. Once you do your domi will know."
I didn't like the verbal abuse I was receiving but I really didn't have any recourse, as she knew what I was and why I was doing this to myself. Once I removed my shirt the girl looked at me and giggled out right before saying. "You definitely are a sissy aren't you. Look at yourself, not a single hair on your chest and I'm sure none on your balls either. Now sit down so we can get started. By the way who are you owned by?"
"All I know her by is Tally," I told her meekly as I sat in a chair that reminded me of a dentist chair.
The girl slapped my face hard before saying. "That's Mistress Tally to you sissy. I know Tally and I'm sure she will not be pleased when she finds out you didn't use her proper name."
Just my luck she knew Tally, I knew I had to do something to please her so she wouldn't tell Tally. So I said, "Isn't there something I can do to persuade you not to tell Mistress Tally. She really doesn't need to hear about this one indiscretion."
The girl laughed in my face before she brought her fist down onto my balls. The pain was excruciating and I was momentarily immobilized by it. She took this opportunity to strap my arms to the chair and she also wrapped a strap around my neck to hold my head in place.
Once I was able to speak again I asked, "What are you going to do to me?"
The girl picked up her cell phone and said, "First I'm going to call Tally and tell her you misspoke her name then I'm going to tell her you tried to bribe me into not telling her. We'll let her decide what to do with you."
All I could do was groan, as I had no way to stop her. All I could hear was the girl's end of the conversation as she told Tally what I had done. I did find out her name was Sam short for Samantha and she was quite giddy in her explanation.
Before she hung up she held the phone to my ear and I heard Tally say, "I'm glad to see you've decided to serve me but I'm not happy about your disrespect. I want you to do exactly as Samantha tells you and we'll see to your disrespect when you come on Thursday. Good night my little sissy slut and have fun with Sammie."
"Good night Mistress." I told her before Sammie pulled the phone from my ear.
After Sammie hung up the phone she stood removed her gloves and started unbuckling the belt on her jeans.
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Keywords: Slut, 02, Ch., Sissy,