Collared Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Collared Ch. 04

... piercing was glistening while she spoke. If I hadn't actually seen the piercing I would have never known it was there, her speech wasn't affected at all by it.

She looked into my cart and then into my mouth,

"So, how many new piercings did you get today?"

I paused, doing a quick inventory,

"Five total," was my reply, thinking to myself if that was right or not.

Then with certainty,

"Five total!"

Then all of a sudden, she grabbed my crotch.

"Ooooo, I see you are in chastity, any more surprises down there?"

I was somewhat taken aback by how casually she grabbed my groin and she spoke.

I instinctively moved forward and spread my legs, grimacing at her touch. I took a quick look around to see if anyone was listening, luckily I didn't see anyone.

I should have jumped back at her assault on my privates, but instead I moved forward, subconsciously encouraging her touch.

"You're a natural submissive, I knew it? And judging by the cage they have you in, still as endowed as I remember!"

"So where are they?"

I looked puzzled at her.

"Where are your piercings?"

I found myself whispering,

"I got a PA piercing, a ring in my balls, my tongue," I said moving it around as if to display.

"Both nipples," then I whispered, "and they also tattooed the side of my cock."

I couldn't believe how I felt at ease with her. Then she grabbed my collar again and read it again.

"This Jo and Kia, did they give you a slave name yet?"

"They are ...

... calling me OC, whatever that means!"

"Wendy chuckled, well, that's original!"

Then she laughed some more. I just looked at her puzzled.

"I guess I don't get the joke!"

"You are the fifth slave named OC that I have met, and you are the third male, and I've also met two females."

I must have had a blank look on my face.

"For the guys it means 'owned cock', the gals it's 'owned cunt', not really that original, your owners must be new at this!"

"Do you mind if I have a look at what you are buying?"

I made a hand motion over my cart and if saying, "Be my guest!"

Wendy looked everything over.

"Those artists are good at what they do, but their ideas on healing leave a lot to be desired."

"Would you mind if I made some suggestion?"

"Absolutely," I said.

Wendy took out her phone and pressed a key, undoubtedly whoever she was calling was on speed dial.

"Hello, is Phil working today?"

Then she paused as she waited.

"Phil, this is Wendy, I have another newbie, can you prepare the usual, and I think I still have some refills left on my prescription!"

She paused again, then put her hand over her phone.

"Phil is a Pharmacist and a Sub as well, he understands the healing process better than anyone I know! He's had many, many tattoos and piercings himself."

"What's that?" Wendy was talking on her phone again.

"A half hour will be fine, see you then...."

She put her phone back in her purse.

"I'm hungry, I'll bet you are too."

I ...