Pierced - A BDSM Fantasy

Tamsin thought and stated; "It looks great. It's nice and shiny and all that, but this dress is getting really warm. I'm starting to sweat. Also, this hood is squeezing in on my chin."

Gavin smiled; "Ah yes, latex. That's a little discomfort you will have to deal with for looking so nice and sexy'. Gavin opened a small jewellery box. He held it up so Tamsin could see inside. There were too small silver bells with small rings attached. Gavin reached in and picked up one bell and carefully attached the ring to one of Tamsin's nipple piercings. He then attached the other one. Gavin smiled appreciatively; "These look nice. Shake your bells for me please." Tamsin held her arms behind her back and shook her chest. The bells jingled prettily. She shook again and with more conviction this time. Again the pretty jingle sounded. Tamsin was surprised the bells didn't hurt. She barely noticed the added weight added to her nipples. She just felt very aroused at the increasing amounts of embarrassment.

Gavin took the chain from Michelle and walked his slave, Tamsin, outside. There was a large banquet table set up against the wall, covered with white table cloth. Two smaller tables and 8 chairs were set out in a semi-circle. Tamsin was relieved; "Not a large group, thank god". As Gavin and Tamsin walked in to the garden a semi naked female clad in latex walked towards the large table and set down a bowl of potato salad. Tamsin turned to look at her. She wore a latex cocktail dress and a hood with small perforations around the eyes. It was impossible to tell what the girl was looking at, what her facial expression might be or even what her face looked like. The girl didn't even look up at them, but simply walked back in to the house. Gavin completed ignored her and said; " I'm having friends over for lunch and dinner. The weather is really nice so we may have some food and drinks in the garden. Michelle may have explained already. I just want you to serve the drinks for us please. Domestic slaves will lay out the coffee, tea, juice and water now and wine and beer will come later. I want you to fill the guests' cups and glasses as they come over and tell you what they want. Just ask another slave if you are unsure. Another slave will be close by to relay a guest's wishes to the kitchen."

Gavin took the chain attached to Tamsin's vagina and took it over to a heavy parasol stand in the corner, next to the table. He padlocked the chain to the heavy parasol stand. Tamsin measured the length of the chain mentally. It was maybe 20 to 25 feet long. The length of the chain that hung from her labia to the ground was perhaps three feet. It was quite heavy and made her bend her knees slightly. She recovered and slowly drew herself to her full length, her head bent down in submission, looking at the chain on the ground.

Gavin saw the mental effort that Tamsin was putting in to this not-so subtle act of submission. He leaned over, put one hand on her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. Gavin said; "Good girl, you've done well so far. The guests will be here in about 30 minutes. You will be standing for an hour or two, but eventually Michelle will come and get you. Then we can go inside and have some fun later okay?" He kissed her on the forehead again, and then stepped inside.

Tamsin was by herself now. She was alone again with her own thoughts. She looked up at the sky. The sun was shining bright and the sky's colour was a nice royal blue, with only a small altocumulus cloud or two floating by. The hooded maid walked past her again and set down a pile of salad bowls. The maid turned and looked at Tamsin and then smiled a polite and reserved smile. She then cocked her head to the side as she looked at the chain on the ground. Then her head followed the chain toward Tamsin's dress and groin. The hooded maid only said; "Goodness,...uhmm...I need to dash. I'll be back later." Tamsin nodded and coyly smiled back at the maid.

Tamsin took stock of her situation. She was clad in sleek black latex with a chain attached to her pussy. Bells were attached to her nipples and there was a black stainless steel ring in her nose. People would probably stare at her and examine her as they arrived. Maybe some of them would ask Gavin if they could play with her or fuck her. Tamsin thought she might try and guess who Gavin would allow to fuck her or who she might like to get played with herself. Maybe Gavin would decline politely every request and just punish and fuck her himself. Tamsin wished he would.

The last time was so much fun. She would just have to wait and see. The waiting and the suspense was a lot of fun in itself.

She listened for voices and other sounds she could pick up. She heard cutlery clattering in drawers, plates being lifted and stacked and voices giving directions. She heard sound . It was soft and irregular. It was the falling of droplets hitting the ground, descending from under her dress. Plip, plip, plip.