Laura's Evolution

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Facial & Oral Piercings: Part One

Justin was not your normal piercer and actually looked more like a doctor than many in that profession; wearing a crisp white shirt, being clean-shaven and displaying no visible tattoos or piercings of his own, and, since this was the first time I’d been in his place, I was impressed. Every surface was sparkling clean with the reception area pleasantly appointed and, just as his appearance suggested, he greeted us warmly, then walked ahead to the actual room in which I would receive most of my new holes. I followed reluctantly with Master bringing up the rear, ensuring that I’d not try to back out.

“Bernard,” Justin spoke while opening the door to the room, “I certainly appreciate all of the assistance you’ve given me over the past years and will be most happy to do her piercings just as you want them, but I do have some concerns about them being permanent additions.”

“I’m sure you have,” my Master replied, “And so I’ll need to have you come out to the house a couple of times just to ensure everything is healing as it should,” Master said, ushering me over to what seemed a twin to the chair I’d been confined to in the van. “Naturally, I’ll cover your costs.”

“That’ll be fine. Just give me a week’s notice before each visit, OK?” Justin said while arranging some large, white cloth-covered trays on a side table.

“Sure. No problem.” Master smiled.

This room was the very epitome of what a piercing studio should be and from the looks of things, it was absolutely sterile. I stood quietly beside the chair waiting for what was to come next, then Master came and stood with me, putting his arm around my corseted waist.

“OK, just relax, Laura. I’m going to help you get out of your clothes, then you’ll climb into the chair and we’ll strap you down. After that, you’ll be given a mild sedative and Justin will begin about ten minutes later.”

“Y-yes, Master,” I whispered nervously from deep within my concealing veils.

Five minutes later, I was completely naked and sitting on the rubber-covered seat, then I lay back against the cold pad. Once more, I was fastened securely, but this chair was considerably different from the one in the van. It could be raised, rotated and change configurations at the touch of a button. What was not immediately apparent was that the leg rests were bifurcated and so could be split apart to any angle, as well as being extended, bent, raised, or all four at the same time. While my arms were still free, Justin handed me a couple of pills and a small paper cup of water.

“Take those now, please,” he requested politely. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed with ease. “They’ll take about ten minutes to take full effect, and then we’ll start.”

They quickly strapped my arms down, then placed my head in a clamp that prevented all motion and I stared helplessly up at the white ceiling while the rest of the preparations were made. Justin approached with a weird looking device and held it just in front of my face.

“Please open your mouth.”

He never addressed me by my name for he understood that I was a possession – quite literally, a thing. I opened my mouth, he slipped brackets over my teeth, then came a ratchet sound, and my jaws were spread wider then held that way. The chair rotated until I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, then the legs began to spread wider and wider apart, bending at the knees, opening my body fully! A wordless moan came from me, feeling myself made so totally vulnerable, but it was, of course, ignored while the preparations continued, evidenced by the subdued clinks of instruments being moved when the trays were brought closer to the chair.

“I want her head done first,” my Master stated, “then her nose and tongue. We can work down her body from there.”

“No problem. That’s how I’d planned things,” Justin replied.

I was left alone for another eon and began to feel myself slowly fading in and out of reality, no longer caring about my helplessness or vulnerability. Master was insistent that I would wear a large permanent nose ring and I feared this addition greatly, for it would tell anyone who saw it that I was a mere possession. With him having stated that it would be permanent, I knew that its presence alone would always humiliate me, quite literally, making me want to veil my face fully. However, there was also the deeper knowledge that with the affixing of this piece, I knew he could and would control me instantly with it. How much so, I’ve discovered to my horror in the years that have passed since having it mounted in my flesh. I assumed that what I was to be fitted with was to be a simple circlet of steel, but I was so wrong!

The first hint of what was to be done came when I felt Justin wipe the outer surface of my nose with what I thought at first was an alcohol-soaked tissue, then he swabbed far up inside my nostrils and finally the area around the bridge of my nose, between my eyes! Everything went numb almost immediately and I twitched what little I could, knowing my travail was about to begin.

He took a pair of strong forceps, grasped the loose flesh at the bridge of my nose, and pulled it out what little he could. Then he took the first of a series of large-gauge, hollow piercing needles in his rubber-gloved hand and carefully, deliberately and slowly thrust it into the pulled-out, nexus of flesh on the right side, between the jaws of the clamp and the bridge of my nose! I watched with fascinated horror while the needle penetrated my flesh. The insertion continued until its end emerged through the surface on the other side, then he slipped the needle back and forth, ensuring that it moved with relative freedom. He took a thick rod from the tray of sterilized jewellery, removed the balls from the finely threaded ends, and then placed one end inside the hollow needle tip. After coating it with a thick, white gel with slow deliberation, he pushed it through, following the needle’s withdrawal so that the barbell’s shaft passed all the way through the piercing. I’d received the first of my many new adornments and they would all have a purpose other than mere decoration, as I was to discover. The shaft’s ends protruded from my flesh by about two mm on either side, under the knot of muscle at the bridge of my nose and were so close that they were blurred in my vision, but they had not been fitted with their end balls.

I felt the thing intensely with even the smallest of expression changes, but had little time to consider the intent of being fitted with it. An instant after, Justin grasped another long, very thick needle and placed its tip on the side of my nose, with a rubber block held firmly on the other side, clamping my nostrils tightly together. For a moment nothing happened, then, with a hard push, the dermal punch was rammed through the outer flap of my nostril! Even being numbed by the local anaesthetic, it hurt incredibly! Justin’s hands were far stronger than they appeared, but the cartilage of my septum was dense, and so he had to twist the punch to make it core through until the sharpened tip emerged with a ‘pop’ through the cartilage divider, then passed quickly through the other, outer flap of my nose and sank partially into the rubber block. I was shocked at the burning pain and made a small scream both from it and from what it portended. Two other holes were quickly placed on either side.

“I’m taking a different approach this time, regarding the fitting of her jewellery, Bernard,” Justin said and I heard the noises of small metal parts.

“Oh? How so?”

“I’ve discovered and am now using a new, long-lasting healing agent and anti-biotic cream that can be applied before affixing the grommets and other pieces. This allows me to mount all of her jewellery immediately, and then never have to take it out again, with proper care,” Justin continued, stanching the flow of blood from the holes he’d made.

“Excellent!” my Master exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“OK!” Justin said, sitting back with satisfaction. “Now I’ll mount the actual jewellery.”

To my surprise, he planned to insert a pair of open ended, flat-sided cones far up into my nostrils; their flat sides against my septum. These acted to dilate them widely and I moaned from the discomfort of them stretching the flesh, with thoughts of how strange they’d make my nose look. What I didn’t know was that these cones had cross-holes in them, halfway between their wide bases at the entrance to my nose and the cut-off tips at their backs. In addition, there were some sort of locking lugs around their bases on the inner sides at the front. The cones formed an airtight seal to the flesh they stretched and were held snugly in place by compression alone, but they were also soon to become a permanent part of the elaborate system of so-called jewellery that would control and restrain my face so completely.

My nose had become a blur of pain and I moaned softly while they spoke, but Justin kept busy. Fastened as I was I couldn’t see him prepare the dilating, hollow cones, but a few seconds later he slowly inserted the first one as far as he could into my right nostril! It felt awful and very intrusive, but the second one was immediately forced as deeply into my left nostril, then, wasting no time at all, he slipped a widely flanged grommet through mating holes for that of my septum. There was a burning sensation when the flesh tunnel parts of the grommet were forced through the piercings and I moaned with the feeling, but that portion was soon done and my nose bore the first pieces. Using a pair of specialized pliers, the grommet halves were joined as one so that the nasal cones could not be removed. Then the doubly ensure their permanence, a long and wide plate was fitted onto each outer side of my nose and rivets went through the holes in these outer plates, my nostril flesh and into mating holes in the cones. In the middle piercing that was a larger hole in each nostril flap, he quickly placed then mounted another wide shouldered grommet, then wasted no time in gently hammering the ends of the rivets flat and affixing the grommets, thus ensuring the ensemble would be impossible to remove.

He picked up a heavy, solid nasal U-shackle about four cm long and prepared to place it while my panicked breath whistled through the steel liners. The bar and shackle were separated, then he gently and carefully inserted the thick, shiny U far up into my nostrils. Immediately, he slid the bar through the outer left side grommet, the steel liner cone, and then passed it easily into the hole at the top of the U’s arm. It continued through the other, flat side of the nostril cone, also locking it securely in place, then through the grommet in my septum and on out to the other outer side of my nose, thus securing the other cone and the U shackle even more permanently. The process didn’t hurt at all, but I immediately felt the weight of the shackle and an attached, 50 cm long, light chain. Justin took the next portion of this elaborate piece and prepared to fit it. The thing resembled a pair of smoothly formed V’s, joined together at their apexes. One was larger than the other was and he slipped the holes at the ends of the V arms over the ends of the protruding nasal bar, and then allowed the heavily sprung metal to snap tight against the grommet’s flanges.

The doubled V was next flipped up to rest snugly along the outer surfaces of my nose, on top of the plates, that I later discovered were called ‘morni’, then Justin pressed it down, making snug contact with my skin. At the top, he manoeuvred the ends of the smaller V over the protruding ends of the barbell at the bridge of my nose until the threaded ends had passed through holes there. Then he took the balls for the ends bridge-of-the-nose bar and screwed them both onto it, permanently attaching the entire, horrible device to my face and nose!

Now, my nose was pierced, ringed, leashed and outlined in shiny, inescapable steel and I panted erratically, feeling the incredible sensations of my facial bondage. No matter how I wrinkled my nose or changed my expression, the presence of these terrible devices was always there now and I shivered with renewed terror, feeling the light but sturdy chain leash trailing down across my lips, knowing it would be used. Justin closed small rings through holes in the exposed ends of the nasal bar locking the entire assembly in place.

“That looks pretty impressive!” my Master exclaimed happily while leaning over my immobilized face and picking up my nose leash. The line of links slowly straightened and suddenly I felt my entire nose and the muscles at the bridge being pulled at very uncomfortably! It was a quite horrid sensation, to feel so totally subservient to the chain, but there was no chance to escape its command.

“OK. Time for her tongue piercings.” Justin stated ominously.

“Do your worst,” Master encouraged him.