Sandy was still asleep as I eased out of bed and made a pot of coffee. With a cup of ‘Wake Up’ in hand I turned on the computer and sent an e-mail to the contractor that was building the new houses. I wanted to talk to him about building my new house. I had drawn the plans on the computer over a period a several months, now I felt I had made all the adjustments it needed.
It was going to have an appearance much different than the other new houses and would have several special features not included in the standard plans. First of all it was going to be an English Tudor style with a large watchtower serving as the main entrance and stairway. It would have two main floors with a third floor available under the high pitched roof. There would also be a four car garage.
A full basement was also included and would extend under the garage adding a thirty by eighty foot area. The same effect would be used at the rear of the house. Yeah, I know I don’t need all that space for just me but that is what I want. The phone rang within minutes as the contractor answered my message. I told him what I had and copied the plans to his computer. We discussed my drawings, as he was able to see them also.
He didn’t have much to say until we had gone through the full set. Finally he couldn’t wait any longer, "that thing is going to cost a million bucks." I hoped he was right, I was thinking it would be much more than that.
"Can I hold you to that figure?"
"Hell no. That was just a guess." I laughed and he settled down.
"When can you start?"
"Where are you going to put it? You are going to need some space for that."
"So far all the housing has been on the south side of the property, I think I will put it an the East side. That area is still unclaimed. I’ll pick the exact spot later today and let you know."
Sandy walked in to say, "Hi," and sat down. She seemed preoccupied so I just nodded and kept quiet. She sipped her coffee and glanced at the plans on the computer, "Nice castle." I smacked her on the butt. She giggled and sat down.
"I was just wondering how those two guys are doing today. That was a pretty intense session last night."
"I’m sure they are doing fine. Did you notice neither of them used a safe word or even said anything about stopping or slowing down?"
"Yes, but Bob didn’t have much of an opportunity with that gag."
I grinned, "I’m sure there was a signal system in play. We can drop by to see how they are today if you want, but right now we need to get dressed and go see Paul so you can sign the papers if you are sure that is what you want to do." She nodded that she did.
Paul was expecting us and had everything in order. The actual signing only took a minute but Paul’s explanation took half an hour. He suggested that since she was relinquishing all property that she should surrender her car as soon as possible and remove all personal items from the house as well.
I suggested that she just park it at the supermarket and leave the keys with Bob rather that returning it to the city. Paul suggested leaving it at his office but I nixed that idea, his brother was as bad as he was and I didn’t want Paul assaulted.
We drove to a small city about twenty miles away that had a couple car dealerships and I told her to pick out any car she liked and buy it. She still wasn’t used to the idea of being able to do whatever she wanted. "I always wanted a little red sports car, do you think I could get one of them?"
This was great, totally impractical for all intents and purposes, just a fun car. Her attitude was so much better since the papers were signed.
The dealer didn’t have anything like that is stock but there was a cute little Toyota MR2 on the used car lot. It was a couple years old but looked good. She bought it on the spot and was as happy as a kid with a new toy. I tried to follow her back to the house but she soon ran off and left me behind.
She was standing beside her little car admiring it when I pulled up. "You better get that thing slowed down or Robert will have you in a cell next to hubby."
Nothing was going to break her mood, she stuck her tongue out at me, "He has to catch me first." I hugged her just for the fun of it.
We took her old car to the supermarket and parked it at the back of the lot. I located Bob in his office on the public side of the store. I gave him the keys and told him what to expect. Sandy was watching him very closely as he got up from the desk and put the keys in a file cabinet. He was moving a little slower than normal but not noticeably so. He noticed her stare, "I’m doing fine this morning, how about you?"
She blushed as she realized she was staring at him, "I glad you are, that was pretty heavy for you last night."
"Naw, about normal but we hold it to once a week for that intensity, usually Saturday night so that I have a full day to recover. The girls held off last weekend because you were coming to dinner."
"You seem to be moving a little slower than usual though."
He laughed, "My balls are still trapped. Brenda hasn’t removed the plug yet. Walking puts a little strain on things."
Sandy was beet red by now and decided it was time to leave.
I stopped by the security office just to check. Robert and Bill were there chatting about a party they’d attended over the weekend. I broke into the conversation to ask Robert who had done his piercing.
"That was done in England when I was in the Marines, why do you ask?"
Cora poked her head out of the next office to say high, I waved to her and continued to answer Robert. "I’m getting a lot of interest about piercings and would like to set up a class of some type to cover the subject."
"I know someone who could do that," was a comment from Cora.
I guess I wasn’t listening to what I was saying, "Do what?"
"Give a class on piercings, isn’t that what you said?"
Talk about being asleep at the switch, "Yeah, who did you have in mind?"
"My dad."
"But he is an MD. What would he know about the subject?"
She grinned, "I’m not supposed to tell anybody but he worked his way through medical school as a piercer before it was as well accepted and as popular as it is now."
I was stunned, a real honest to goodness doctor with piercing skills. What were the odds on that? "I’ll bet I know who pierced you nipples then."
"Yes he did it for my eighteenth birthday."
"I’m surprised you don’t have more piercings with the opportunity that close to you."
"I do but I usually take the jewelry out before playing."
"I’m surprised that you didn’t follow in his footsteps."
"I did, as soon as I was old enough and all the way though college."
"Then you could give the classes."
"Sure but dad is better at public speaking and I think he still has all the charts and such."
"Have your dad give me a call and we will see when we can set it up."
Was this too good to be true or was it just that the BDSM crowd should be expected to include all the diversity I was discovering? Oh, I know, don’t look as gift horse in the mouth, but things seemed to be falling in place too easily.
We stopped in to the new restaurant that had finally opened across the street from the office complex. It was almost elegant in décor and the food was excellent. The manager was the third male sub that had attended the first meeting, a nice guy that was proving to be a good manager also. His name was Jacob Ravine and he had been a chef in an upscale New York establishment before moving west. I decided we would return for dinner and see how it was operated after the construction people were gone.
Michael came in as we were leaving, spoke to us and continued to a table. He was walking pretty well also. Guess the play wasn’t as heavy as I had thought.
Sandy decided to go back to the city and retrieve her personal stuff. I offered to let her take the van but she said there wasn’t that much there that she wanted.
I checked the east side of the property for a suitable sight for my house and discovered a wooded area that was perfect. I could almost see it; a wide curving driveway that disappeared into the trees, only the very tip of the roof indicating a dwelling was hidden there. Just about as perfect as possible. I called the contractor on my cell phone and had him meet me there. We discussed the location and orientation of the building. He had some good suggestions and I felt safe with the project in his hands. He thought it could be completed to livable condition in two months, totally finished in four months.
I returned to the house to find a voice mail from Frank, Cora’s dad. He was interested in holding the classes on piercing. We discussed a time and settled on Friday evening at seven in the small auditorium under the office building.
I posted a notice on the Community Bulletin Board and invited any and all who wished to come. I also asked for suggestions of classes they would like to see on other subjects.
I checked another file I had posted asking for suggestions of play equipment designs. There were several replies and a couple of them actually had drawings attached.
There were some that seemed to have potential. The most interesting one was what the designer had called a Spanish Wheel; I had never heard that term before. It was a really a large rim, eight feet in diameter that had tie points every few inches all the way around it. The purpose was to tie the sub in a spread eagle suspended within the rim. The rim was mounted so that it could be turned; it would stay vertical but would spin so that the sub could be rotated to upside down. This would provide accessibility to all parts all of the time. I would pass it on to the cabinet shop to see if they thought it was practical enough to build.
The second design was titled Pussy Pole. I had seen several variations of this in the past. This one didn’t have anything special but the drawings were excellent.
It was getting dark and it had been a busy day. Bedtime.
Morning came much too quickly so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Not a chance; I was alone in the bed. I showered, made coffee and went to the computer, a wild start for the day.
Sandy had sent an e-mail from an address I was unfamiliar with. As I read it I discovered that she had a younger sister and had spent the night with her. She was going to disconnect all the utilities from the house as her brother-in-law had hassled her again and she was determined to make everything as difficult as possible for him to take control of the property. I didn’t see much point in it but then again I couldn’t blame her either.
Nothing else on the computer; I got dressed and drove over to the security office. Robert was there and had driven his patrol car so something was up; it might even be an official visit. It was, sort of.
He was agitated and pacing back and forth in from of Bill’s desk as he tried to calm him down. It took several minutes before I was able to piece together the full story. All Robert was saying was, "I should have crippled that asshole."
The central character was Jackson again. His lawyer had received the divorce papers late yesterday and he took them to Jackson early this morning. Jackson had flown into a rage and attacked the lawyer. That didn’t seem to bother Robert at all; he was upset because one of the deputies was injured trying to restrain him. It took six of them to finally get him shackled and cuff. He was now in transit to a padded cell at the funny farm.
I determined the deputy wasn’t seriously injured; just a broken nose but that didn’t help his attitude. I poured two cups of coffee and handed one of them to Robert who had to stop pacing to take it. He looked at me shaking his head, "It took six deputies to control him and you did it by yourself."
Here we go again; I decided to put the shoe on the other foot, "So did you do as I asked?"
He just grunted but he did sit down. "The report on his blood test came in this morning, alcohol content was 0.24. They found a bunch of drugs and some stuff they couldn’t identify also. He was totally out of it. The doctors seem to think there may be some brain damage from all of that stuff."
So now the Jackson problem was no longer a problem. There wouldn’t be a trial just a sanity hearing at the most and he was probably going to be gone forever.
I asked Robert about his schedule. He had the next two days off but was scheduled to be on duty for the weekend. "Good, then you can be at the piercing class Friday evening,"
"Sure. Who will be leading the class?"
"Frank and Cora."
‘Who is Frank?"
"Cora’s dad."
"I don’t know if that is a good idea. Doctors can be pretty negative about piercing."
I just grinned, "I would appreciate it if you were there just the same."
I got out of there before Robert decided to get upset again. I drove to the east side property; I just had to take another look at the location of my new home.
There must have been fifty men there cutting trees, clearing brush and a crew operating a trenching machine that was digging the foundation for the brick wall I wanted to enclose the compound. Jim, the head of the construction company was there also. This was more than I had hoped for.
He explained that all the heavy work was completed on the new homes that had been scheduled so he brought a large crew here. He was full of ideas so I listened for a while. His best idea was to dig the basement only four or five feet deep and use the dirt that was removed to contour the ground to make it appear that the house was on a small hill. I liked it.
He also wanted to design some hidden doors and secret passageways into the house and put video cams everywhere. Why not, be fun to play with. I could just imagine that a girl had passed out from too much fun and awakened to find herself alone and the door bolted from the inside.
Wait a minute! He was talking about the type of things this place was designed for. Just how much did this guy know or suspect? All the video cams had been installed by members after the houses were finished and when the construction people were gone. I would have to talk to Jerry about doing an evaluation on him.
I spent the rest of the day just watching the progress and walking around. When I returned to the house Sandy was there with her few belongings. She was a little down, which was expected. I gave her a hug and suggested she just relax for an hour or so then we would go to dinner.
I checked for messages on the voice mail and computer. There was nothing of interest, so I played a couple of games to pass the time.
Sandy woke up about seven and jumped in the shower, I decided she needed some help so I got in too. We giggled and played as we discussed how she should be dressed for the evening. I had purchased a formal gown from the net that would be just right for the occasion. When she saw it lying on the bed she was excited. As she held it up her she gasped.
I put the little ‘O’ rings on her nipples and secured the waist belt in place, then the crotch strap with the chain. Time for the gown.
The gown was a pale violet that reached the floor. It was low cut, actually cut below her breasts. It was form fitting in the waist then flared out to provide a clear view of her pussy. In the rear her ass cheeks were in full view. She looked lovely; the only think missing was the butt plug but it didn’t really matter, the strap kept her cheeks wide spread without it.
We arrived at the restaurant to find valet parking. The attendant was dressed in a fancy crotchless uniform that put his ball stretcher rings on display. He helped Sandy out of the van and showed his approval of her gown by his stare. We slowly walked into the waiting area to find the place was nearly filled. Jacob saw me and led us directly to a table. He was wearing a tux that displayed his cock cage to advantage.
I looked around and saw many strange faces and a few that I recognized. The range of decorations covered the full spectrum. Our waitress was a blonde girl of about 20 with her pink nipples pierced and stretched with her nametag attached to her left one. She had a weight dangling from a clit ring and was completely naked except for a cute little cap that all the waiters and waitresses wore. As she left with our order I noticed that she also was wearing a butt plug.
The couple at the next table was enjoying a huge steak. He was cutting off small pieces and feeding them to her as her arms were in a single sleeve. Her breasts were contained in a chain harness that was strapped around her chest. A tight ring that had several small chains leading to a one inch ring that was positioned over her nipples and areola and pulled tightly enough to cause them to protrude nicely encircled the base of each breast.
Some of the subs were completely naked while the majority seemed to be following an unwritten rule that the area of interest must be displayed. All female nipples were proudly displayed even if undecorated. There were several sets of clamped nipples and several more sets of bound breasts. I didn’t notice any really severe conditions.
The same thing seemed to apply to all male sub’s cocks. Even the waiters were all on display. One waiter in particular drew my attention. He had a horizontal piercing through the head of his cock called an ampallang; yeah, I looked it up. There was a small clevis attached which supported a weight which was heavy enough to keep the cock pulled straight down. He also wore a ball stretcher that was about four inches long clamped above his balls.
Jacob stopped by our table to chat when he had a free moment. I asked about the dress code. "Yes we try to be a little formal with only the controlled areas exposed," as he pointed to his ‘controlled’ area. "We have a few patrons that did not comply but I think they will do better on their next visit."
As we were leaving another interesting couple was waiting to be seated. The sub’s breasts were a bright pink indicating a whipping within the last hour. She was strapped into a very tight corset that had a crotch strap that ran very tightly between her pierced pussy lips. Her rings were attached to straps around her thighs and were connected with small bungee cords so that every step would pull on them. As we passed I discovered her arms were folded up between her shoulder blades and bound similar to the condition that Joan liked. Her ass was a rosy red apparently from the same beating as her breasts. She was smiling so it seemed that she was satisfied with her condition.
Sandy was having trouble walking as the little chain was now in constant motion. The valet brought the van up and as she sat down a climax hit her like a ton of bricks. The valet watched her for a couple seconds then grinned at me, "Very good Sir," and closed the door.
At the house she had to stop twice before she was able to get inside. I reached out and pinched her nipples and she was lost in an orgasm. I helped her to the couch and continued to tease her nipples and an occasional little tug on the chain to keep her orgasm going.
We watched TV for a little while as she settled down. The trip upstairs set her off again and I helped her to the bedroom. As she lay on the bed I pinched her nipples and she went off again. I flipped the chain out of the way and tickled her clit with my tongue for a good ten minutes before she passed out.
I got rid of my clothes and gently undressed her removing everything except the little nipple rings. As I lay down beside her she began to wake up. I moved up against her back and entered her pussy from the rear, which positioned my PA near her G spot. I began long slow strokes as I massaged her breasts with my free hand.
She soon was moving with me and approaching another orgasm. I removed one of the O-rings from her nipple, which triggered her release. As she began to come down I removed the other O-ring, which set her off again. I pinched her nipples as I came hard and she passed out again. I held her close and went to sleep with my cock still imbedded in her.
I woke up to the smell of coffee and stumbled to the shower. The water running down my body convinced me I was still alive. I made it to the kitchen without a mishap to discover Bill was sitting at the table having a cup of coffee with Sandy. Sandy was nude but Bill was dressed for work. I mumbled "Hi", and headed for the coffee pot.
"You two kids should have learned by now that you can’t wear it out."
I hate a smartass when I am still half asleep. After a gulp of coffee I had managed to formulate and answer, "Just checking to be sure." Bill laughed, Sandy giggled and blushed.
Sandy began to fix breakfast as Bill came to the point of his visit, "The solar survey team has asked for a meeting today. I reserved a small conference room at Jacob’s Restaurant for one this afternoon. I think they are ready to present some numbers."
"Good, I’ll be there. I haven’t heard from Klaus but I will call him to see if he wants to attend also."
Bill nodded, "Now on to the second item. There is a hell of a lot of activity on the east side of the property this morning. Earth moving equipment is being brought in and there is a line of concrete trucks a mile long setting there. What do you know about all of this?"
Oops, I had neglected to tell him what I was doing; I was about to get a good ass chewing. "I apologize, Sir. That is all my doings. I decided to have my permanent house built there."
"From the looks of things there that is going to be a monster. You need to tell me when something like this is taking place. I damn near refused to let the heavy equipment in."
"Sorry, boss. I just forgot."
"Don’t call me ‘Boss’, Boss. I’m just another pervert looking for fun." He grinned and punched me on the shoulder almost knocking me off of the chair. "See you at noon."
As he left I tried to make sure my arm would still work; he didn’t know his own strength. Sandy was trying unsuccessfully to hide a grin, "What do you think is so funny?"
"Don’t call me ‘Boss’, Boss," she said as she giggled. I pulled her down on by lap and stuck a finger in her belly button as she squealed and squirmed. I pinched a nipple for good measure and let her up.
We ate and I told her, "Get dressed; we’re going to the construction site."
"Just like a kid with a new toy," she commented as she skipped out of reach.
Bill was right, there were at least twenty cement trucks lined up waiting to unload. They were pouring concrete into the trench for the enclosing wall foundation as fast as the machine could dig it. The removed dirt was being hauled away to the center of the property. They were about five hundred feet of the trench filled so far.
A crew was clearing an area about fifty feet wide outside of the wall foundation also. Inside the foundation all the scrub growth was being removed leaving the nice trees in place. The path of the driveway had been cleared and the stumps removed. About a foot of earth was being removed and replaced with crushed stone that was being solidly packed as a base for the concrete.
Sandy was amazed at all of the activity. It resembled a beehive. We walked toward the center of the property to find an earthmover hard at work scraping out a giant hole. Jim was watching critically as the hole became deeper a few inches at a time. He called a halt to the process as a couple of the guys began determining the exact depth and grade. They reported to Jim after a few minutes. Jim then activated a radio to the earthmover operator; "The south end is at grade now but the east and north side are still a foot high."
I heard what sounded like static to me come back over the radio. The machine made three more passes and everything was rechecked. Jim again opened the radio and told the operator that it was finished. He switched channels and told someone to get the machine up here, pronto. Soon a trenching machine arrived and slowly made its way down the slope to the bottom of the hole. A crew was measuring and driving stakes in the ground and soon began running string between the stakes. The machine got in position and began to dig a trench about two feet wide and three feet deep.
Jim finally turned to us, "Making a little progress but I’m pushing as hard as possible because there are a bunch of storm fronts just coming over the Rockies and I need the foundations in place before they arrive here. A heavy storm could shut everything down for days at this point." At least that explained why the driveway was a priority; it would be the only way heavy trucks could get to the location if it rained.
I had seen enough to understand what was happening so I got out of there before we got run over.
I drove around the outer perimeter of the newly acquired property. There sure was a lot of it but very few buildings. There were a few newer homes that could be occupied though.
I returned to the house just as the phone began to ring. It was Paul with some good news. The application for a city charter had been approved and an election was scheduled for next Friday. The application had been amended to include the recently purchased property. As all the residents of the property were members the vote was just a formality. The Project was going to be a city before the end of the year. We had to come up with a name before the ballots could be printed. I told Paul to think about it and that I would bring it up at the class tomorrow.
I told Sandy the news her comment was, "Wonderful." I thought about that for the a moment as a name then shook my head.
A small store had been opened in the restricted section of the soon to be City Hall basement. They had just about everything possible for the lifestyle. I hadn’t seen it yet so we went there to do a little browsing. They were well stocked with everything form fetish clothes to ‘how to’ books. I spent most of my time in the clothing section while Sandy was fascinated by the display of hundreds of piercing tools, equipment and jewelry. We both made some purchases and neither of us knew what the other had bought.
Time for the meeting with the solar people. We walked to the restaurant and Sandy found a table in the main dining room while I was stuck with a bunch of guys. Everyone was there except Bill but he soon arrived with Klaus in tow.
Dinner was first and I told Jacob to give them whatever they wanted and send the bill to The Project. The meal progressed with a lot of small talk, except for two engineers at the other end of the table involved in a rather heated discussion. They were too far away to hear what was going on so I just ignored it. They finally agreed to disagree and began to eat.
The head of the survey team was a man named Albert. He stood up and introduced himself and the members of his crew. He then passed the floor to each member in turn. The two guys that were arguing presented almost identical points of view except for the ultimate size of the equipment needed.
The final report indicated that we would be able to generate enough power to drop off of the power company with a hundred acres of panels.
Klaus and I had a quick chat. I proposed at least five hundred acres with storage capacity capable of operating at full capacity for 24 hours. In addition I suggested an interface with the power company to buy all excess power from us as required by federal laws. He agreed and felt it could actually be a cash cow.
I asked the engineers to put a figure on a two hundred acre operation to start. The rest would be added over a couple of years. The number was astronomical. I looked at Klaus and he nodded his agreement. I sure hoped he knew what he was doing.
"We will let you know what we have decided in a few days. We appreciate your candor and expertise in this matter." The meeting broke up and Bill, Klaus and I held a little meeting of our own over coffee.
Klaus said the cost was too high but felt he could reduce it considerably when he made a presentation to the board of directors of the solar company.
Bill was concerned with the loss of productive acreage. "You won’t be losing any acreage, Mike," was my reply. I am planning to use that acreage to grow tomatoes. They don’t need a lot of direct sun therefore we can space the panels out and plant under them." He thought for a moment, "I think that would really work and tomatoes are a good cash crop if we can keep them watered."
I smiled, "The rack that supports the panels will be a giant sprinkler system."
We left the meeting room and Mike went back to work. Klaus and I joined the girls who were chatting away. He said the cost would be about half what was quoted but that was still in the millions. He mentioned the name of a company he was interested in. I took the hint and wrote it down.
When we left the restaurant I headed directly back to the house and called my broker. I ordered five hundred thousand dollars worth of shares of the company Klaus had mentioned to be purchased ASAP. This time he didn’t question me about it.
Klaus arrived a bit later looking very satisfied. I didn’t ask what he had been doing but I suspect he had finalized his purchases also. The girls just wanted to relax so I loaded Klaus in the van started for the site of the new house. I told him what I was doing and he approved.
"I also have a dream home I wish to build but I will need at least ten acres to do it right."
"No problem. That area is wide open, you can use twenty acres if you wish." He nodded his agreement as we pulled up among all the construction activity.
Klaus was impressed as I explained what was going on. The foundation for the outside wall was filled on two sides now and the trenching machine was working on the last side. The second trenching machine was half way around the outer perimeter of the house foundation and metal reinforcing grids were in place for the floor. Concrete was being pumped into place into the foundation as fast as it was dug.
Jim saw us and came over to chat so Klaus would now have a chance to feel him out also. Jim explained that he was going to have a crew working through the night to get the floor and foundation completed. The first shift would set the forms for the walls and they would be in place by tomorrow night. The concrete would set enough over the weekend to remove the forms on Monday and complete the drainage system. Tuesday everything could be backfilled and actual construction started.
Klaus asked if it would interfere with the plans to extend the wall foundation to include the next twenty acres to the south. "We can start the earthmoving now as that crew will be waiting for the backfill. The trencher working on the wall foundation will be available also in a few hours."
They continued to discuss details for another hour. Klaus and Jim were both satisfied with the arrangements that had been made on a handshake. Klaus because he would be getting his dream home and Jim was happy to keep his construction men busy this time of year.
We returned to the house and Klaus immediately got on my computer and downloaded a set of plans. Wow, was that ever a dream home. He printed it all out and rushed to his car. He had promised Jim a set of plans and he was going to make sure they got there.
It was dark outside when he returned and we sat down to a quickie meal of soup and lunchmeat sandwiches. It had been a rather busy day and we all turned in early. I don’t know what Klaus and Kathy did that night but I went to sleep.
Friday dawned bright and crisp with a temperature in the mid-fifties and an expected high in the mid seventies, a nice day.
Klaus was up early, thumping and banging around in the kitchen. I stumbled down the stairs to see what all the noise was. I entered the kitchen just as he banged a big pan on the counter for no apparent reason.
"What’s all the noise about?" I asked.
He jumped at my voice, "Uh there you are. I didn’t think you were ever going to get up."
I glanced at the clock, "It’s not even seven yet."
"Get dressed; we’re going to the construction site to check on our houses."
"Not till I have some coffee."
"You get dressed, I’ll make some coffee,"
I’m not sure that was a good idea, he had made coffee before and it had tasted like old dishwater to me. I got dressed and found that the coffee was pretty good after all. I filled a big thermos and away we went.
Everything was as Jim said it would be but I couldn’t get Klaus to leave. We even ate lunch there from the tons of food Jacob had sent over. Jim informed me I was a nice guy to supply dinner for the entire crew. What a nice way to say I was going to get the tab. Sure enough I got to sign it, seven hundred bucks, really not bad for a crew that size.
We got back to the house at six, just enough time to get ready for the piercing class and grab a quick sandwich.
The parking lot at city hall was full, love those handicapped plates. The small auditorium was full also and people were still arriving. I checked with Frank and we decided to move the program to the big auditorium. I got on the PA system and asked for volunteers to help move the equipment and displays. Within ten minute everything was moved and most of the three hundred seats were taken.
Frank opened the program with a little ten minute history of piercing, how it was used as a status symbol in some areas and as punishment in others. He also stated his position on piercings in general; he was not in favor of facial piercings with the possible exception of nose rings. He felt the piercing should be useful in some way.
He described nipple piercings, "They are a dual purpose piercing, they are pretty and they enhance the sensitivity of the nipple in most cases. There are many uses for them, punishment, pleasure and physical enhancements such as stretching."
‘For those of you that have never seen pierced nipples I will have a girl come up here that you may examine. Cora step up here please."
Cora was seated in the front row and everyone saw her turn red. She shook her head but Frank insisted. When she was at the edge of the platform Frank instructed her to remove her blouse and stand with her hands clasped behind her back.
‘Now folks, anyone interested for any reason may file past and see what pierced nipples are. You may sign the guest book at the edge of the stage if you would like to have your nipples pierced." As people passed by he detailed the procedures used to pierce nipples. Several people signed the book, mostly female subs.
As the last person inspected Cora’s nipples Frank began again, "Anyone who didn’t come forward but who would like pierced nipples may sign the book after this class. Thank you Cora, you may be seated."
He passed over the naval piercings as being strictly esthetic and impractical as the healing time was excessive and infections frequent. His next subject was female genital piercings.
He asked for a show of hands from the girls if they had any of the piercings he named. Only two girls raised their hands. "Let’s try that again. Gentlemen, if your sub has a genital piercing raise your hand." This time there were fifteen hands in the air, he then proceeded to ask about specific piercings and ask one of each category to come to the stage. He had them sit on the edge of the stage with legs spread wide to display their piercings. Joan was one of those chosen.
He next covered the male genital piercings. For display he didn’t ask for hands but called out names. Robert, Willie and me, damn no way out of it so I headed for the stage. As I walked past Robert he was still seated with his arms crossed on his chest. I tapped him on the shoulder and he shook his head. I looked him straight in the eye, "Prude!" He jumped up, started to sit down and stood back up. "I’ll get you for that." We walked to the stage together. Willie was already there and I recognized him as the waiter at the restaurant.
Frank was grinning at Robert who still had a scowl on his face. "Alright gentlemen, time to display your ornaments." Willie was the first to pull his cock out as he sat on the edge of the stage. What the hell, I did it too, Robert reluctantly followed suit.
I think everyone in that auditorium grabbed my cock to lift it up or twist it to see the actual piercing hole. Even Connie and Brenda had to tease the poor little thing. Willie was really enjoying all the attention and Robert loosened up when a couple pretty girls were both examining him at the same time. His feelings were beginning to show as his cock came slowly to attention after that.
Frank spoke up again as the last spectator passed by "All those that signed up for piercings who wish to have it done tonight please come up to the stage." About a hundred people responded. He sorted through them determining which one was possible on an immediate basis. There was a limited supply of jewelry as well as the time factor. He set appointments for those he was unable to do right away.
All the equipment and jewelry were autoclaved as two tables were rolled on stage. The piercings were going to be done now. While he was waiting for the sterilization to be completed he went over all the necessary cleaning and precautions that needed to be followed for a successful result.
Cora would do the female piercings and Frank would do the males. Somehow that seemed like it was backwards; I would much rather handle the females if I were doing it. Sorry about the pun.
I was amazed to see Paul’s wife, Tammy was the first in line. Cora was talking to her about the procedure and exactly what to expect. There was some headshaking as Cora walked over to consult with Frank. Frank nodded and she returned to talk to Tammy, this time she nodded and Tammy removed her blouse to present a pair of pretty nipples for decoration.
Connie had led Michael up to Frank. Michael didn’t look very pleased as he stood with his head down. I eased up beside the line to see if I could hear the conversation. Frank was answering a question, "That is a lot of piercing for a first time," was all I heard as Michael dropped his pants and laid down on the table.
Klaus and Kathy were still seated and talking quietly as Sandy watched the lines continue to form. I joined them to discover that Sandy was considering a nipple piercing; Klaus and Kathy were teasing her as she tried to ignore them.
Kathy was saying how much it was going to hurt by Klaus was expressing the opinion that she should do it as she wouldn’t have to wear a collar any more but could be lead by her nipples. Sandy couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and began to giggle. "I think a leash from my nipples would be great."
I glanced at the line, there were twenty people waiting for Cora. At ten minutes each that was over three hours. It wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Tammy’s nipples had been marked and the clamps were in place. Cora made a swift move and the first needle was through. Tammy stiffened then relaxed as the little barbell was inserted and the ball installed and tightened. I was surprised to see Cora change the clamp position and pierce the same nipple again. A second barbell was installed. Tammy looked at her nipple and smiled.
Connie was holding Michaels hand as Frank passed a needle through his cock entering just behind the head on the bottom of the shaft and exiting through the topside of the head. Michael let out a blood curdling scream and then relaxed. Frank then used a taper to stretch the opening to eight gauge and inserted a shinny barbell as Michael moaned. Connie grinned as she watched.
Cora moved to the other side of the table and repeated the process. Tammy took it well; there was only one little squeal on the last piercing. She sat up and looked at her nipples in a hand held mirror and smiled again.
As she stepped down from the stage all the girls in the line gather around her to see her newly decorated nipples and ask questions. She broke free of the crowd and returned to sit beside Paul who also inspected her nipples, gave her a peck on the cheek and told her to just relax for a few minutes.
Michael let out another scream as Frank pushed a needle through the head again this time horizontally above the pee hole. Another barbell was installed with an accompanying groan.
I was surprised to see Frank pick up yet another needle. Again he pushed it through the head of the cock but this time it was below the pee hole. Michael didn’t scream this time; he passed out instead.
Frank continued as if nothing had happened and installed the third barbell. I want to tell you Frank was good. All six of the balls on the barbells were in perfect alignment forming a shiny circle around the pee hole.
Connie inspected the results and nodded her approval. She put a damp cloth on his forehead and he began to wake up. He slowly sat up and looked at his cock and began to grin.
There was amazingly little bleeding as he stepped down from the stage with his pants in his hand. He walked directly to Brenda and Bob to let them inspect the results. Brenda gently raised his limp cock to get a better view, "You better look at this Bob, because you are going to be next."