J. McKenna - Office Slave

"That's the spirit,” she heard Angie's voice from a distance.

El watched with detached amusement Angie adjusted the chair, separating her legs up and apart. She remembered being on her back on Jack's desk, like a Christmas turkey, while he shaved her. She giggled again.

It was fun to watch the stylist work. Angie scooted up between her legs and examined her coarse stubble. “Not sure we have enough to work with,” El heard her say, “but we'll give it a go. You can always come back for additional treatments."

She painted her mound and sides with a thick, sticky wax. It felt warm and good. Angie then laid thin strips of cloth over it and left them on a long time until the wax hardened thoroughly. El stared between her legs as if she were watching a nature show.

When Angie began yanking the strips off, El felt a slight tug, but otherwise it didn't hurt much. She could see as the strips came off that there was some hair stuck to the undersides.

"That's better,” Angie said when she was finished. El felt her rubbing all around her pussy. She wished she'd rub her clit. “You still have some hairs that were too short to grab, but if you don't shave for three or four days, you can come back and we'll take care of those."

The experience really wasn't so bad. Was she done? No, she recalled, Jack had wanted something else. In place of a punishment. What could that be?

She watched, detached, as Angie went to the door and left for a few minutes. When she returned, another woman accompanied her. El felt exposed with her legs still up and apart like this, but it seemed more comical than embarrassing. She giggled and tried to wiggle her body at the new girl but her motor control was weak.

Angie came and stood by El's head. “This is Claire. She's the piercer."

Piercer? Did that mean what she thought it meant? Suddenly, this didn't seem so funny. “Whaaa?” she said, her voice slurring. “I doan wanna."

"Shush, just relax. You won't feel a thing. Claire's really quite good at this."

El watched as Claire rolled her chair up between her legs. Angie adjusted the neck brace to tip El's head up a bit more. She wanted her to see what was being done to her. Did Jack tell her to do that? Was that part of her punishment?

Claire took a tube of salve and rubbed some into the mound above El's slit. It felt soothing. Soon she grew numb down there. Claire pinched the fold of flesh right above her clit experimentally. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit gently with her thumb, causing it to rise to greet her. El tried to fight the feeling, but she was helpless. If she'd just keep it up for another couple of minutes…

Claire looked up at El. “I'm going to put a gold ring down here."

Her orgasm retreated. El shook her head and pulled at her bonds.

"It's okay,” the woman said. “I'm not going to pierce your clit-that's way too painful and doesn't provide the desired result.” She held up a small gold ring, about the diameter of a pinkie ring, thin at the top and thicker at the bottom. “This is going to go through the skin just above the clit. The bottom part, which you can see is heavier, will bounce against your clit with every step-that is, if you don't wear underwear, which I'm told you don't.” She patted her upper thigh, just inches from her throbbing pussy. “This is a good thing, El, you'll see. A lot of women do this to keep them in a near-constant state of stimulation."

El thought about that for a second. Claire made it sound pretty good. “It woon hurr'?"

She laughed. “No, it won't hurt. It's going to feel woooonderful."

El relaxed a little then and watched her work. Claire carefully measured where the upper part of the ring should be hung in order to let the bottom part hit just the right spot on her clit. She made a tiny dot on El's skin, then pinched it, drawing it away from the sensitive nerves underneath.

With a piercing tool, Claire punched a thin hole through a fold of flesh. El felt only a pinch. Working quickly, Claire pulled back the prong and threaded the ring through. She wiped up the blood and daubed the area with a healing salve. “There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

El looked down and admired the gold band. It shone against her bronze skin. “It's bootiful,” she managed.

Claire brought out another tool, one that was plugged into the wall. “Now normally, these are made to be easily removed. But Jack asked if I would solder it permanently.” She caught El's surprised expression. “Oh, it's really not permanent. If you ever want it off, you can come to any good piercing studio and they'll remove it."

The soldiering iron hissed and there was a brief feeling of heat and then it was over. Claire brought over a mirror and tipped it up so El could see. The ring lay right at the edge of her pussy, so the bottom part hung over onto the slit. She could see her clit, though fading, poked out just under the edge of the shiny gold ring.

"Can I try id?” Her voice was becoming less slurred now.

"Not quite yet. Just a couple more things."

El looked around in alarm. Now what? She had her answer when Claire moved her chair up to El's chest and hit the lever to sink her down several inches. “No!"

"Oh, yes. Jack insisted.” Without pause, Claire began rubbing some salve into her nipples, causing them to come to full attention. Soon they grew numb as well. “This won't take but a second.” She set the piercing tool over the base of the left nipple and squeezed the lever. To El, it felt as if someone pinched her nipple-uncomfortable, but not as painful as she had expected.

Claire expertly threaded in a gold ring. It was about the same size as the one between her legs, but it was of uniform thickness. Claire cleaned up the area and daubed on some salve. She brought over the soldiering iron and made the ring permanent. She scooted the chair to the other size and in another two minutes, El had a matching pair of nipple rings.

"They are very pretty,” she had to admit.

"These are both twenty-four carat gold-the best-so you shouldn't have any trouble with them. We'll give you some of this salve to take home. It'll help prevent infection and speed healing."

They unfastened El and let her sit up. She still felt woozy from the sedative.

"Are you still dizzy?"

"A little. Mostly, I feel… happy, giddy."

"Good. We don't always use that stuff. Some women just prefer we use a local anesthetic. But Jack thought you'd be more comfortable with it."

How nice of him, she thought bitterly. Now she was marked as a true slut. Which is exactly what Jack wanted. Her jewelry would remind her every day just what her role is. As if she didn't already feel that way.

They helped her up and let her dress. El had to be careful pulling the top on. Her nipples tingled. At the counter, Angie gave her a tube of ointment. Angie went out to fetch Raphael, who helped her into the car. He got into the back seat with her.

"Let me see."

Once again, El found herself stripping. Raphael whistled when he saw the jewelry. “Madre di dios! That's a good look for you, chica."

She gave him a thin smile. “Thank you."

"You make me horny again. Make me cum while I play with your new jewelry."

Although she still felt lightheaded, she was afraid to complain. She opened his pants and let his cock spring free. She brought her mouth to it and began to suckle him. She had learned quite a bit in the last two days at how to tease a man's seed from him quickly, so she used all her newfound talents to bring the driver off.

When he came, she held his cock deep in her throat, sucking down his spunk until he softened.

"Oh, mi chica! You getting pretty good at that!” He zipped up and stepped out, then got in behind the wheel. El didn't bother putting her clothes back on. She sat in the center of the seat, legs apart, while Raphael leered at her from the mirror as he drove.