Chapter 20: Modification

A few months after my Saudi/Dubai experience I was loaded aboard yet another private jet, this time Sir Tim’s own jet, and was flown to his Caribbean Island, where the next phase of my slave life began.

A few days after my arrival, I was taken to Sir Tim’s torture room overlooking the sea, the place where he had first brutalised me all those years before. I was strapped to a steel table in the shape of a cross, so arms and legs were widely spread but I was unable to move at all. His chief housekeeper on the island entered the room with a tall, middle aged, black man. Without any preamble she announced “Sir Tim wants your body enhanced. This is Romeo, the best piercer in the Caribbean. He is going to make the improvements that Sir Tim has demanded.”

Over the next hour I seemed to be screaming in pain almost continuously. He began by piercing each of my nipples, near the base and close to my areolae, and a titanium ring was inserted through the newly pierced hole. Then the same was done to each of my outer labia, with two rings inserted through the fleshy lips on each side of my pussy; two more rings were inserted through new piercings in my inner labia on each side. Finally, and the most painful of them all, my clitoris hood was pierced and a ring slid through that as well. I was in agony as he had used nothing to reduce the pain.

When he was finished, Romeo told me how to keep the new piercings clean and healthy, but then proceeded to tell me these were all just temporary rings and over the next few weeks he would be returning to gradually fit me with ever larger rings in all my new piercings.

After several months, with Romeo tending my piercings and gradually enlarging them with ever thicker and bigger rings, he told me Sir Tim was arriving in a day or two for the final fitting session. I had not seen him since I had been flown to his island, so like any good slave l was delighted to see my Master once again, and spent two nights in his loving embrace, with no pain and no mistreatment, other than him playing with each of my rings.

After two days, I saw Romeo return to the island and guessed he was here for my final fitting, whatever that was to be. Once more I was strapped to the cross-like table and Sir Tim and Romeo inspected my jingling rings. One piercing at a time, Romeo removed the ring that was inserted through it, and replaced it with the biggest ring he had so far inserted. It was both thicker and had the widest diameter of any of the previous rings. “Excellent Romeo,” said Sir Tim as he turned them in their piercings, “I think we can complete the fitting in a week or ten days, so just enjoy the pleasure of the island for a while. When you think she is ready then we can do the final step.”