Part 6 Body modifications
The appointment with Oscar’s retired surgeon friend was the Thursday of that week. I was rather hoping Jeanette would accompany me for moral support but strangely she was quite evasive about it….finding an excuse not to come. It was late afternoon when the taxi turned up. We arrived at his home. There was an extension built on the side of the very grand main house sitting in its extensive grounds. There was quite an impressive door leading into the extension. I rang the door bell and waited. The door was opened by a very attractive middle aged woman in a crisp white medical uniform. I was invited into a spacious entrance hall with doors leading off it to consultation/treatment rooms I’m guessing. She introduced herself as Avril and announced that I would be staying over night to ensure the appropriate after care was carried out. I’ll take you to your private room where we can make you comfortable and get you prepared for your tattoo and piercings.
The room had all the comforts for an over night stay. Avril suggested I take my clothes off and put a surgical gown on. It tied at the front . I did so and sat on the bed to wait. A short while later Avril arrived back accompanied by Archie, Oscar’s friend. Though grey haired he was of an athletic build and a friendly nature. He spoke confidently about what was to happen today. He explained that the tattooing would take place first then the piercing. We have a tattoo parlour set up next door to where I work. Was there any questions ? He asked. I was like the proverbial rabbit in the headlight. I was very nervous but strangely reassurance by his professional manner. I followed Avril and Archie down another corridor….. this place was deceptively large!!. Finally we arrive outside the twin rooms. One of the doors was already open. A man was busily preparing things. Avril introduced him as Sam. He smiled reassuringly. Please lay on the bench. Is this your first tattoo? I nodded. Okay, I’ll taking it slowly and if you need me to pause then I will immediately. I hope this will be the first of many tattoos he smiled. With that He asked me to undo my robe and place my knees up. Archie and Avril remained. I felt a flush of embarrassment as I exposed myself. Sam gently moved me around so that he could comfortably get on with his task. My embarrassment had cause my labia to fold back into their excitement state. …ideal for revealing the site of the tattoo. Archie stepped forward to talk to Sam and discuss where the tattoo would ideally be so that it didn’t clash with the site of the piercing . Archie took some surgical tape and secured the cunt lips open to provide a clear tattoo site. Under Archie’s directions he penned the CUMslut Whore lettering onto my inner cunt lips. When Archie was happy with the lettering positioning Sam took a mirror and showed me the tattoo site.
Avril took my hand and reassured me that all was well. Sam outlined the lettering. It was an awkward and painful vibration that persisted ….not unbearably but uncomfortably. The feeling continued as he filled in the lettering and finally finished. My cunt lips were sore and swollen. He wiped away the excess ink and with antiseptic wipes ensure that things were ready of the next part. Avril helped me to my feet. Shall we have a little break?. I covered my modesty and followed her to another room down the corridor with comfy seat. I sat and try to relax. Still sore I had a drink and waited to be summoned for the next stage. I didn’t have to wait long before Archie appeared at the door and Avril lead me back but into another room. I sat on the examination bench and waited for further instructions. Whilst Archie prepared for the piercings Avril helped me prepare by laying on the bench, raising my legs and putting them into stirrups. My robe was now fully open and I laid naked waiting. Archie explained that I was going to have six outer labia piercings like Jeanette. In additional I would have a clit piercing to enhance my enlarged clitoris. My existing nipple piercings were to be enlarged to accommodate small tunnel piercings and a septum piercing through my nose, .Over the next hour he measured and marked out the piercing sites to ensure they lined up He worked quickly and accurately. The cunt piercings were tunnels and long barbels would be fitted later to offer my cunt a way to be closed to access. The clit piercing was vertical and decorative while also capture it. He had enhance the piercing with a ring capturing the erect clit and the long barbel passed though the ring so that the erection could no longer shrink away …..there would always be a clit presence. The nipple piercing enlargement, by changing to tunnels, would allow the use of a range of adornments including a rod that could pass through each nipple and could be another way of raising up the breasts together and with the help of a chain attach to the d link of a collar, hold them up n position. Finally, The Septum piercing was unexpected….. and painful . Over the coming months it would be enlarged and exchanged for a tunnel fitting.
I walked back to my room with the help of Avril and though aching finally fell asleep with the help of sleeping tablets.
Avril gently woke me then next morning before offering me a continental type breakfast. I hadn’t expected to stay over night but then I don’t really know what to expect. Though giving the appearance of someone who was prim and proper she was incredibly insightful and supportive. She explained that her role was to offer help and give advice…. Which meant that in this case she was to offer medical help and advice regarding my tattoo and piercings….which still felt a bit painful. She inspecting them and bathed them , giving advice on aftercare She also told me that I would see a lot of her over the next year whilst piercing were enlarged and if required… added to.
Oscar had also requested the services of two other people before she left for home.
The first of those women was the person whose responsibility was to provide any cosplay clothing. Her speciality was exotic underwear…. Often being made especially. She would be taking measurements of all aspects my body so that underwear and costumes would fit snuggly. She arrived about 9.30am and without engaging in any meaningful conversation left about an hour later.
The second of the two was much more interesting. Her name was Justine. Early thirties. Her job was to coach me in the art of presenting myself better and more importantly to any other clients like Oscar. I must have looked a little uneasy but she explained that clearly I was learning the art of pain and humiliation but her job was to give the me the confidence to display myself, to good effect. To be able to tease and seduce. To offer services that would enhance the clients experience……I wasn’t planning to prostitute myself I exclaimed!! Justine was quick to defend by explaining that it was completely the opposite …the whole idea was to put you in the position of power by determining what you offered and in what way. The client would have no control of that. I questioned the notation of the client. Who were these people? People who had requested particular services and had been vetted. They paid handsomely for those services. Jeanette for example had no need to work because of the services she offers and is paid for. You’ve agreed to have Oscar as your client and he wants you to be the best you could be hence the offer of coaching from me. If you don’t wish to have thar help then no problem…… I accepted the help.
Over the next few hours Justine demonstrated and coached me in the art of teasing, stripping and dressing for best effect. There would be many more sessions over the coming weeks all designed to show me how to build confidence in myself. The first session with a client followed the next day. With Justine in attendance and giving moral support we visited house that was frequently used by a groups of clients. This individual was a male who had paid to watch me strip. He wanted me to rub my nylon clad stockings against his bare leg. He wasn’t allowed to touch me or himself….. it was up to me whether I wanked his off. He was treated to glimpses of my body I didn’t spread my legs. In the end I did take pity on him and wanked him off. Allowing him to cum over my stocking top. The session was soon over and a happy client wanted to rebook the following week!!
I felt so proud of myself….I was completely in control of the situation and more importantly of him and his actions.
The room had all the comforts for an over night stay. Avril suggested I take my clothes off and put a surgical gown on. It tied at the front . I did so and sat on the bed to wait. A short while later Avril arrived back accompanied by Archie, Oscar’s friend. Though grey haired he was of an athletic build and a friendly nature. He spoke confidently about what was to happen today. He explained that the tattooing would take place first then the piercing. We have a tattoo parlour set up next door to where I work. Was there any questions ? He asked. I was like the proverbial rabbit in the headlight. I was very nervous but strangely reassurance by his professional manner. I followed Avril and Archie down another corridor….. this place was deceptively large!!. Finally we arrive outside the twin rooms. One of the doors was already open. A man was busily preparing things. Avril introduced him as Sam. He smiled reassuringly. Please lay on the bench. Is this your first tattoo? I nodded. Okay, I’ll taking it slowly and if you need me to pause then I will immediately. I hope this will be the first of many tattoos he smiled. With that He asked me to undo my robe and place my knees up. Archie and Avril remained. I felt a flush of embarrassment as I exposed myself. Sam gently moved me around so that he could comfortably get on with his task. My embarrassment had cause my labia to fold back into their excitement state. …ideal for revealing the site of the tattoo. Archie stepped forward to talk to Sam and discuss where the tattoo would ideally be so that it didn’t clash with the site of the piercing . Archie took some surgical tape and secured the cunt lips open to provide a clear tattoo site. Under Archie’s directions he penned the CUMslut Whore lettering onto my inner cunt lips. When Archie was happy with the lettering positioning Sam took a mirror and showed me the tattoo site.
Avril took my hand and reassured me that all was well. Sam outlined the lettering. It was an awkward and painful vibration that persisted ….not unbearably but uncomfortably. The feeling continued as he filled in the lettering and finally finished. My cunt lips were sore and swollen. He wiped away the excess ink and with antiseptic wipes ensure that things were ready of the next part. Avril helped me to my feet. Shall we have a little break?. I covered my modesty and followed her to another room down the corridor with comfy seat. I sat and try to relax. Still sore I had a drink and waited to be summoned for the next stage. I didn’t have to wait long before Archie appeared at the door and Avril lead me back but into another room. I sat on the examination bench and waited for further instructions. Whilst Archie prepared for the piercings Avril helped me prepare by laying on the bench, raising my legs and putting them into stirrups. My robe was now fully open and I laid naked waiting. Archie explained that I was going to have six outer labia piercings like Jeanette. In additional I would have a clit piercing to enhance my enlarged clitoris. My existing nipple piercings were to be enlarged to accommodate small tunnel piercings and a septum piercing through my nose, .Over the next hour he measured and marked out the piercing sites to ensure they lined up He worked quickly and accurately. The cunt piercings were tunnels and long barbels would be fitted later to offer my cunt a way to be closed to access. The clit piercing was vertical and decorative while also capture it. He had enhance the piercing with a ring capturing the erect clit and the long barbel passed though the ring so that the erection could no longer shrink away …..there would always be a clit presence. The nipple piercing enlargement, by changing to tunnels, would allow the use of a range of adornments including a rod that could pass through each nipple and could be another way of raising up the breasts together and with the help of a chain attach to the d link of a collar, hold them up n position. Finally, The Septum piercing was unexpected….. and painful . Over the coming months it would be enlarged and exchanged for a tunnel fitting.
I walked back to my room with the help of Avril and though aching finally fell asleep with the help of sleeping tablets.
Avril gently woke me then next morning before offering me a continental type breakfast. I hadn’t expected to stay over night but then I don’t really know what to expect. Though giving the appearance of someone who was prim and proper she was incredibly insightful and supportive. She explained that her role was to offer help and give advice…. Which meant that in this case she was to offer medical help and advice regarding my tattoo and piercings….which still felt a bit painful. She inspecting them and bathed them , giving advice on aftercare She also told me that I would see a lot of her over the next year whilst piercing were enlarged and if required… added to.
Oscar had also requested the services of two other people before she left for home.
The first of those women was the person whose responsibility was to provide any cosplay clothing. Her speciality was exotic underwear…. Often being made especially. She would be taking measurements of all aspects my body so that underwear and costumes would fit snuggly. She arrived about 9.30am and without engaging in any meaningful conversation left about an hour later.
The second of the two was much more interesting. Her name was Justine. Early thirties. Her job was to coach me in the art of presenting myself better and more importantly to any other clients like Oscar. I must have looked a little uneasy but she explained that clearly I was learning the art of pain and humiliation but her job was to give the me the confidence to display myself, to good effect. To be able to tease and seduce. To offer services that would enhance the clients experience……I wasn’t planning to prostitute myself I exclaimed!! Justine was quick to defend by explaining that it was completely the opposite …the whole idea was to put you in the position of power by determining what you offered and in what way. The client would have no control of that. I questioned the notation of the client. Who were these people? People who had requested particular services and had been vetted. They paid handsomely for those services. Jeanette for example had no need to work because of the services she offers and is paid for. You’ve agreed to have Oscar as your client and he wants you to be the best you could be hence the offer of coaching from me. If you don’t wish to have thar help then no problem…… I accepted the help.
Over the next few hours Justine demonstrated and coached me in the art of teasing, stripping and dressing for best effect. There would be many more sessions over the coming weeks all designed to show me how to build confidence in myself. The first session with a client followed the next day. With Justine in attendance and giving moral support we visited house that was frequently used by a groups of clients. This individual was a male who had paid to watch me strip. He wanted me to rub my nylon clad stockings against his bare leg. He wasn’t allowed to touch me or himself….. it was up to me whether I wanked his off. He was treated to glimpses of my body I didn’t spread my legs. In the end I did take pity on him and wanked him off. Allowing him to cum over my stocking top. The session was soon over and a happy client wanted to rebook the following week!!
I felt so proud of myself….I was completely in control of the situation and more importantly of him and his actions.
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