#BDSM #Bisexual #Tween #Zoophilia
By subslut_1963m
Chelsea’s 11th birthday party concludes with everyone getting the chance to mark the occasion in one of the tattoo and piercing chairs.
This very twisted multi-part story is 100% fictional. The categories selected may not be part of every chapter that follows, but I included the same ones for every segment so no one is caught off-guard later by a topic that may offend them. You have been warned.
Kudos to anyone that has made it through every chapter so far. I am not sure what exactly I had in mind at the start, but it expanded. This is the final chapter with the epilogue to follow.
Chapter 15
The extreme game of musical chairs didn’t end the party. A buffet dinner was catered for all the guests and of course it was followed by the obligatory cake and ice cream with the opening of presents. My dinner was catered by Prince and Katie as I was told to lick the bowl filled with their cum clean. I washed it down with a fresh glass of piss from Mistress Chelsea. Her piss tasted incredible.
During dinner, Mistress Catherine brought in the portable milking machine. She attached the tubes to my nipples and let the pump do its job. Once she found the right power to make me lactate a few weeks earlier, she had no trouble repeating it daily. She told me that I was being prepped to serve as the wet nurse to Ashley’s baby when needed.
Chelsea’s haul of presents was not nearly as extreme as you might have expected. From her friends and siblings, she received a mix of age-appropriate toys and books and some nice new clothes for her wardrobe. In some ways, she was still a typical 11-year-old girl. Brianne’s gift did not follow suit, and instead she got Chelsea her own made-to-order Dominatrix outfit, complete with leather boots, skirt and corset. I was not sure who made outfits like this one to fit an 11-year-old, but I was certainly not going to be the one to protest. Earning no income, I was in no position to buy anything for Chelsea, but Mistress Catherine said the gift of my mind, body and soul was plenty. I was teased that the body part of that gift was to be put to the test after dinner.
Music followed dinner and was playing well into the night. The live band featured Dr. Helms’ eunuch husband “Paula” who was led to the stage on a leash by his wife. It was the same band that Paul had been in before his transformation except now he was the female lead. His old female lead, Nicole, was still in the band, only she had undergone a radical transformation of her own.
Nicole was very emotionally distraught when she saw what had happened to Paul. She was upset enough that the perfectly timed email offer of a free hypnotherapy session with Dr. Shannon sounded just too good to pass up. So, now Nicole was “Nick,” her bleached blonde hair was gone, she had a dark crewcut, she dressed like a lumberjack, and she had become a full-on lesbian that Dr. Shannon took every opportunity to use.
Dr. Helms made a point of seeing the band play whenever possible. At the party, she also enjoyed watching her husband suck off several of the fathers each time the band took a break to satisfy his severe cum addiction. And she was excited by some possible big news. The parents of one of Chelsea’s guests worked as producers in the music industry and they thought the band had the potential to take off with alternative rock fans in the LGBTQ community. They even suggested a possible new name for the band “eUnuch2.” Dr. Helms did wonder if their opinions might have been slightly influenced by the fact that “Paula” had deep-throated his 9-inch cock while “Nick” ate her pussy and ass during the first break of their set.
The spiked punch bowl continued to be emptied by both the kids and their parents, and neither were shy in playing with the Sybian and other sex toys from the playroom. Mr. Wright made a couple of his horniest dogs available as well in case any party guests needed to be bred. At one point, I heard both Katie’s mom and Julia’s mom howling like bitches in heat from the yard. Apparently, Julia would have some competition for the talents of her new dog when they got home.
As an added attraction, a tattoo and piercing shop was set up in one of the corners of the large barn. Three big chairs were brought in from the shop along with 5 of their most experienced staff members. Mistress Catherine hired them all for the next 6 hours to provide any body modifications for just the cost of the piercing jewelry. Intoxication and peer pressure were often the excuse for waking up with a new tattoo or piercing in the morning. And this party offered plenty of both.
First up on the chair was Brianne’s new best friend Danielle. Danielle seemed very vanilla when I was first introduced to her. She had graduated from the local Catholic high school with honors. She was working her way through nursing school and was recently engaged to a normal guy. But Brianne brought out what she referred to as Danielle’s “inner Demon.” So, after a couple of hours in the chair, Danielle had both nipples pierced, had rings pierced through each side of her pussy to match Brianne, and now had a large tattoo on her hip that said, “Tommy’s Nightmare.” It included a very sexy demon/dominatrix swinging a long whip.
I immediately wondered what reaction her fiancé would have to these new additions to his future wife, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Just as Danielle was finishing up, Tommy was led in on a leash held by both his mother and future mother-in-law. They brought him over right after he finished cleaning their homes and had fixed and served them dinner. Danielle’s mom said he did a decent job but clearly needed a lot more practice.
Danielle ordered him to get naked and get in the chair beside her. He didn’t hesitate. Once Tommy sat down, two of the female employees from the tattoo parlor went to work on him. The youngest one, Jessica, got a very large needle and forceps and with no instruction or delay, pierced the head of his cock and inserted the jewelry to complete his Prince Albert piercing. Danielle had stuffed her panties in Tommy’s mouth so his screams wouldn’t “scare the kids.”
The other female employee, Tricia, was an experienced tattoo artist. When she finished her work, the large tattoo above his freshly pierced cock read: “Owned by Danielle” in script. The letter “O” was a collar. It had a leash attached that snaked through the other letters of the design. Danielle teased him that she was saving his lower back for the “CUCKOLD” tattoo she planned to get him after their honeymoon.
The adults were not the only ones to take a turn in one of the chairs. Several of the girls, including Ashley, left with a pierced clit while two more got rings through their pussy lips similar to Danielle. Becca now had a tattoo just below her panty line of a female rubber duck in a ball gag with the words “Slut Allie” on its side. Katie commemorated today’s events with a tattoo just to the right of her belly button of a cartoon female unicorn wearing a tiara. Today’s date was put below it. 10-year-old Julia and her mom now had matching tattoos of a dog’s paw on their lower backs. Chelsea also didn’t skip the opportunity to get her nipples pierced and have “BITCH BOSS” tattooed in small letters on her almost hairless pubic mound.
When Chelsea finished getting the tattoo, but was still in the chair, she surprised me by ordering me to get my face between her thighs and lick her to orgasm. In the more than 6 months I had been here, I had licked Chelsea many times to clean her up after she pissed, but it always stopped there. Now she put her legs over my shoulders and held me tight in place as I went to work. I can’t say I was particularly skilled at this task, but I was very anxious to please her. It took almost 10 minutes before Chelsea came hard on my tongue, squirting onto my face. She had a big smile on her face when I looked up at her.
“Not too bad, Bitch. Now I have a good baseline for the before and after test of your oral skills,” Chelsea said. “And in case you wondered, making me cum with your tongue is now one of your important responsibilities.”
“Now, strip and get in the chair. It’s Showtime! I need to really mark this occasion before the party ends.“
I must admit, I was very worried about what else she had in mind. Before today, I had ears that had been pierced multiple times, a pierced cock head and a piercing under my balls. I had a tramp stamp that said, “Bear’s Bitch” and now I had brands on both ass cheeks, one with Chelsea’s name and one with the Reynolds family crest. I figured she must be running out of things to add. I was wrong.
Jessica asked Chelsea if she still wanted everything they discussed. Chelsea had a wicked gleam in her eyes as she nodded her head and said, “Fuck, yeah!” Mistress Catherine and a bunch of Chelsea’s friends had joined her to watch.
Jessica told me to just listen to her instructions and much of it would be quick. “Quick,” she clarified, “but not painless.” Her first target was obvious. She had me open my mouth and she grabbed onto my tongue with forceps. I closed my eyes and just a few seconds later I felt the needle come up through the underside of my tongue. The pain was intense. She quickly slid the barbell through the new hole and added the ball at the end to secure it in place.
“You were right,” Jessica said to Chelsea. “He could handle it without the numbing spray.”
“Oh yes. He craves the pain. Isn’t that right, Bitch?”
“Yeth, Miththreth,” I said with a lisp as I tried to not move my tongue to answer. Everyone giggled.
Next up were my nipples. Master Derek had been increasing the size of my breasts and nipples for months with the combination of the breast pumps and injections of bovine hormones. My nipples were at least 4 times the size when I arrived, and my tits were now approaching a “C” cup. Again, Jessica painfully grabbed the right nipple then the left, both times sliding large needles through. The piercing jewelry was fed behind the needle. It would be barbells to start but she said that it could be changed to the large rings once the piercings healed. Mistress Catherine confirmed with Jessica that the piercings would need to temporarily come out whenever she wanted to pump my tits and when the baby needed to nurse.
My nose was the next target. First, a small stud was put through the left side of my nose. The hole was small, but the pain was big. The next one was the worst. Jessica put a thick needle through my septum and slid in a large nose ring. She assured Chelsea that it would be perfect to attach a leash or lock my head in place once it healed.
Next, Jessica went to work on the rest of my face, tattooing on permanent feminine eyebrows, eyeliner and dark red lipstick to enhance both lips. Mistress Catherine said that with my added responsibilities to serve Chelsea, I needed the time I was spending each week putting on and removing makeup for other things. And “your lips will look amazing whenever we make you suck cock all night long.”
While Jessica worked on my face, Tricia was adding a tattoo above my cock. When I finally got a look, I now had a QR Code prominently displayed with the words “Chelsea’s Bitch” under it.
Mistress Catherine then told everyone to turn their attention to the TV monitors that were set up inside the barn and she pointed her phone at the QR Code. The TVs immediately jumped to a website called, not surprisingly, “Chelsea’s Bitch.”
“This private website from the dark web contains many hours of fun we have had with our special Bitch since he first joined our family. I even included a few pictures from his Facebook page so you can see what little we had to work with. We can even livestream things like this party. All of you will get a password that will let you watch from home to keep following his adventures with Chelsea. I will tell you that his first meeting with Bear is must-watch viewing.”
“On the site you can also see the full session when our Bitch begged to never cum again, EVER. Let’s watch the end of that.” She clicked on a link and the final moments of the party were shown on all the screens with my pleas to never cum again after I had been taken through 10 orgasms in rapid succession. “Maybe he was under just a wee bit of duress when he made that request,” she said. “But I am the judge and jury here.”
“Our Bitch is just learning this now, but he has an appointment Monday to have his prostate removed. His father died of aggressive prostate cancer, and he shows some early signs that concerned my husband and the oncologist. So, the prostate is coming out since Chelsea plans to keep him around for a very long time. The result of that surgery is that he will not be able to ejaculate ever again. On the positive side, he should still be able to get sexually aroused so we can keep him horny all the time. And he can still have an occasional dry orgasm…with Chelsea’s permission.”
“But Chelsea didn’t want the last ejaculation of his life to have been so painful, so she decided in return for all his past suffering, and all the suffering she has planned for him in the future, he deserved something very special for the last time. So, Chelsea, the Bitch is all yours.”
“OK, my sissy toilet bitch,” she whispered so only I could hear her, activating another hypnotic trigger, “you will not be able to cum until I tell you. Got it!”
“Yes Mistress,” I struggled to say using my newly pierced tongue as best as I could.
“Good boy,” she purred.
The entire scene that followed played out like almost every fantasy I have had since I first met her. Chelsea was still wearing her short skirt, but you could see as soon as she moved she had on nothing under it. She removed the rubber band holding her hair in a ponytail and shook it out. It made her instantly look several years older. Chelsea started by unlocking the padlock that connected my pierced cock to the ring under my balls. My tiny cock was almost instantly at full attention. She looked me in the eyes with a smile as she stroked me slowly. She then gently kissed the head of my cock and licked the shaft before stroking it a little faster. My breathing was becoming more rapid. For the next 10 minutes she switched between stroking and sucking, repeatedly looking me in the eyes as she did to monitor my reaction.
“I know if doing this doesn’t get you bigger than 4 inches, then nothing will,” She joked.
Chelsea then climbed onto the chair and straddled my waist, using her hand to guide my throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy. She sat down taking me immediately balls deep and told me to grab her waist. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “I want you to know that you will always be the first guy to fuck me.” She then bit my ear lobe hard, causing me to moan. “And I will always be the last girl you ever fucked.”
Chelsea then slowly began to move her torso up and down, letting my small but throbbing cock feel the warm wet flesh of her tight 11-year-old pussy. Her breathing was increasing with mine. She went faster and slower for the next 5 minutes before she asked, “Are you ready to squirt your pathetic cum for the last time, Bitch?”
“Yes Mistress, please make me cum,” I pleaded.
She leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips, extending her tongue. The sting of the fresh tattoo on my lips melted away from her touch.
Chelsea then sped up her pace taking the length of my cock in and out for another minute before she said simply, “Cum for me…Now!”
As she said that, I felt the muscles in her pussy tighten their grip hard on my cock and it was more than enough. I exploded inside her as she tilted her head back and came at the same time. My orgasm felt like it would never end. Chelsea finally slumped forward on top of me as our breathing returned slowly to normal.
Her mom helped Chelsea out of the chair as my cum drenched cock went limp. I was too exhausted and emotionally spent to even think about moving.
Tricia immediately grabbed a wet rag and cleaned up the mess before she removed my Prince Albert piercing jewelry. She then used forceps to grab the head of my cock and painfully pull it through an obscenely narrow titanium tube that was less than 3 inches long. After the head of my cock finally popped out the end of the tube, she inserted new stainless-steel jewelry into my urethra and down through the pre-cut hole in the tube, pinning the tube in place. “You were right, it did fit after he had that last orgasm,” Tricia said to Mistress Catherine.
Unlike the old Prince Albert ring that had a captive bead to close the loop, this ring was in the shape of a “D” ring and locked with a small key.
“Are you sure you still want the permanent option?” Tricia asked. “Once I do that, to remove the tube someone will probably need to cut off the jewelry with a blow torch or cut off his cock.”
“Yes. Do it. Chelsea wants the tube to stay on,” Mistress Catherine said, looking me straight in the eyes as she spoke.
So, Tricia took some superglue out of her bag and put a few drops into the lock. She then inserted the key and turned it, locking the “D” ring. Tin snips were used next as she broke the key off inside the lock. Finally, she used a small sander to shave off the metal protruding from the lock to make it smooth.
When that was finished, Chelsea attached a leash to my collar and said it was time to take me back to the house and put me to bed in my cage. She said Bear had been so busy entertaining her friends and their moms that I was off the hook for my duties to him. But tomorrow it was back to the regular schedule of taking care of her, Bear, the house, and the family. But Chelsea did suggest I save a little strength, because she planned to try out my new tongue piercing on Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t wait.
Before I was led out of the barn behind Chelsea, Mistress Catherine called my attention to her phone one more time. She still had the “Chelsea’s Bitch” website up and clicked on the “About Me” link at the top. The page opened and it only said, “A New Life (Chapter 1).” The rest of the page was blank.
“Tomorrow, you will start to write in detail how a single guy in a boring insurance job became Chelsea’s Bitch,” Mistress Catherine said. “It should be quite a story. I know I have loved every second of it so far.”
I did too.
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By subslut_1963m
#BDSM #Bisexual #Tween #Zoophilia
