#piercing.

thinking about forced piercings. not just the pain of the piercing as some kind of punishment, but the following days, weeks, months of aftercare and maintenance as the piercing heals. the imposed cleanings, my hands bound so i don’t remove the unwanted jewelry, my whole body bound if i try to agitate it. submitting to the softness of their hands and the idea that they can be gentle when they want to be, matched against the brutality they mete against the rest of me. finally healing enough to change the jewelry, only to start it all over again on the other side or the next spot. 

I was still resistant, not understanding my place, my captor said. So she bound my wrists behind my back, held me down on her cock, and had her friend pierce my nipples. When it was done and my tits we’re sore and swollen, she bent me over, fucking me hard, new piercings swinging with every thrust, and made me come and squirt at her friend’s feet. 

tongue piercing as a punishment for talking back.