When we got to his house he had me take off my clothes and said,
"These have to be put in just right so I don't want you moving around. Lay on your back on the dining room table while I get some rope."
He tied my arms and legs to the legs of the table then wrapped rope around my stomach and the table until I could not move at all.
"I probably should have invited the guys over so you could show how brave you are but I am in too anxious to see them on you."
I was wishing he had invited them too because the excitement of having an audience and the concentration I would need to show my bravery may have made it easier.
I thought he would put ice on my nipples to numb them like we did to pierce my ears but when I suggested it he said,
"That won't be necessary. You can take the pain."
It really hurt! He just took my nipple in his finger and thumb and stretched it out then slowly pushed a darning needle through the base. I managed not to scream but tears were in my eyes when he said,
"That's one. Ask me to put in another one."
When I had caught my breath I whimpered,
"Please put in another one."
When that was done he pulled out the lips of my pussy and slowly made three holes in each lip for the rings. This was almost pleasant compared to the pain to my nipples and I was excited to the point of panting by the time the last one was in very relieved the ordeal was over. It wasn't!
he said that was the starting holes and took a nail out of his pocket and forced it in the holes to stretch them open more. I swear I could feel the skin rip. Thankfully he would put in a ring with each hole so I could see an end in sight. I closed my eyes to fantasize about a crowd watching my ordeal. By the time the last one went in I had reached orgasm.
He untied me and led me over to the mirror so I could see them. I was surprised to see there was hardly any bleeding. They were beautiful and seemed to be badges of my courage. I told him they were beautiful and begged him not to tell anyone I had to be tied to put them in. He agreed understanding that Marcie had bragged that she was not tied."
I was looking forward to showing them off as he showed me the little catch and hinge that would let me remove them for school so the girls in the shower would not know about them.
"These also have some practical applications."
He then threaded the gold chain through my nipple rings to show me how he could use them to lead me around. There was no question I would follow when my nipples and pussy lips stretched under the pull. He also ran it around my neck to pull up my breasts by the nipples. I knew this would keep me constantly aware of my nipples and planned to use this in place of a bra.
"Since you are so horny and have a tendency to get carried away this will discourage you from fucking anyone without my permission."
He threaded the chain through my cunt rings as you would a shoe lace and added the padlock. The lips would separate enough for me to pee through them but there would be no way a prick or a tongue could get inside.
"I bought the smallest padlock I could find and had it gold- plated. It is still a little heavy."
I came to appreciate the weight. The lock dangling against my pussy-lips made me acutely aware of my pussy at every movement. He took me dancing later and the feel of the chains and lock pulling on the rings got me so horny I had to beg him to take me home and fuck me.
He loved the rings. He was constantly pulling on the nipple rings with his teeth or fingers and said he could feel the pussy rings next to his dick.
After we made love he said,
"I would like to try a little experiment.I made something new."
"Will it hurt?"
"A little. Does it make a difference?"
"No. You know you can do anything you want with me. I was just curious."
"Okay. Back up against that wall.Stay there till I get back."
I stood as straight as I could at the wall as I idly played with my rings while waiting for him. When he returned he was carrying a pipe with cuffs at each end and a roll of string. He attached the cuffs to my ankles which spread my legs very wide and then ran string from my pussy rings around my butt to pull the lips wide open then he tied my hands behind my back. To finish he tied strings from my nipple rings to my wrist cuffs to keep my wrists pulled up on my back.
This whole operation was getting me very excited and I could feel a cool breeze evaporating the pussy juice from my wide-open cunt. It became even wetter when he said,
"I made this little whip just for your pussy and clitoris. I just glued leather shoe-strings to a broom-stick. It doesn't hurt much at all on skin but I think you will find it interesting on your pussy."
He was right. It felt almost pleasant as he centered the strings between my lips and gave it a litlle slap. It didn't last as there was a catch. As he went on the lashes got harder. As the juice from my pussy wet the strings they became more and more painful. When the pain increased I would move my arms which would jerk on my nipple rings.The hornier I got the more it hurt which just made me hornier. By the time I finally began to cum the whip was making a loud splat at every swing and I was jerking my tits almost up to my chin by the nipple rings.
He just cut the strings to my nipples and laid me on my back to fuck me. My pussy had swollen to make it fit tightly around his dick to increase the sensations.My hands were still tied as well as my pussy rings. Every hard thrust would flatten my ass to pull the pussy rings tighter. A few times it felt as though the rings would be torn from the lips. I didn't even care! My orgasms were so strong nothing else mattered.
Everyday after school he would put in my rings and chain. Sometime he would pull up my nipples with a string around my neck. The constant awareness of my pussy and nipples kept me in a constant state of excitement.
One day my dad had me pick up something from the hardware store where I saw some large fish-weights. I bought eight of them which I would tie to the rings. I would then put on a loose blouse or sweater and a wide skirt so I could increase the sensation as I walked around. I got a kick out of thinking how shocked the people I talked to would be if they could have seen me naked with my nipples and pussy-lips stretched by the weights.
I even tried jogging but that was too much. I didn't want to be seen lying by the side of the road panting and cumming.
I eventually showed Todd the weights. This was a mistake because it made him curious as to just how much pressure could be applied to them.
His first experiment was to snap ropes on to my nipple rings, throw the ropes over a ceiling beam and pull them up till I was standing on my tip-toes with my nipples next to my mouth and screaming from the pain and fear my nipples would be ripped off. He yelled at me to stop screaming. When my screams turned to sobs he told me he would let me down as soon as I put my heels back on the floor. I just couldn't do it. My originally round tits were shaped like cones and when I let my heels down just a little I swore I could feel the rings tearing through my skin. Eventually the cramping of my legs and exhaustion forced my heels to the floor. He grinned at me as I stood there flat-footed too hoarse and exhausted to scream any more and said,
"I knew you could do it. I'll mark the ropes. You can try for a new record next time."
I never wanted a next time and became very inventive offering to try other forms of pain rather than go through that again. It was not the pain so much but the fear of irreparable damage that made me offer to undergo almost anything else. As long as I came up with something that intrigued him he would forego other experiments of hanging by my tits. I saw a child's wagon in his garage and said I would pull him in it with my pussy rings. He "improved" on my idea by attaching lines to my nipple rings to steer me with by tugging on the right or left tit to signal he wanted to turn all the while whipping my ass with a long willow switch These sessions never lasted too long before he got so horny he would pull back hard on both tits at once till my nipples were close to my armpit to stop me so we could fuck or I could suck him off. When he got bored with this he became interested again in piercing my skin. He started out just putting pins and needles in my tits and pussy which I had to wear while we were at a restaurant or movie under a bulky knit sweater that would snag on them to create new pain every time I moved. Eventually he bought a bunch of costume jewelry pins he would stick into the skin of my tits or pussy.Then when I was not protesting enough he thankfully became bored with them.