Alas, Machiavelli I am not.
While I may have gotten a useful glimpse into this guy's psychology, I still had no clue how I would even leverage that idea to my advantage. I was never an actor, and I didn’t know much about anime, much less hentai. It was far more likely that I’d make a fool of myself, and still suffer his wrath than manage to manipulate him in a favorable direction. Put simply, I’d just gotten lucky this time, and I couldn’t count on wiggling my way out like that again. At least not without learning more.
I started to hear sounds outside the window. Ordinary sounds. A lawnmower. Cars driving by. Muffled music from a distant source. It was all so mundane, so routine. It felt like a surreal contrast to the absurdity of my situation. I heard the front door above open, then close, and assumed we were once again alone in the house.
I yawned as the morning drug on. I was a captive audience to the world's most boring let's player. I’d be yawning even if I hadn’t been up all night. It didn’t help that I’d already beaten these missions.
“If you’re bored.” The nerd said suddenly. “I could always give you some more edge flies to play with.”
“N-no thank you!” I stammered back, while waving my hands in objection.
He spun his chair to face me. “Are you sure? I could put them beneath your chastity belt where you can’t reach. I’m sure that’d be a lot of fun.”
I resisted the urge to shout “like hell” and kept my tone even. “But you’re already so tired.“ I insisted. “Shouldn’t you rest your… uhh… mana or whatever.” Ugh. What's with this guy? I thought I’d rebuffed him well enough, but as soon as I was back on his radar, he wanted to use more magic.
“Actually.” He continued, “I was thinking about giving you a gift for helping me with my game. Even if you were really annoying about it.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t form any thoughts into words. Nothing good would come of this, of that I was certain. The question on my mind was if this was a real gift, that would inevitably be perverted, or a malicious gift that would also inevitably be perverted.
“You’re going to let me out of the room, so I can shower?” I finally asked with an audacious degree of optimism.
He laughed. “Maybe later” He steepled his hands and took on a foul smirk. “Actually, I’m going to free you from your chastity bra.”
Ok. That was fine, but what had me worried was WHY he was going to free me from my chastity bra. My mind scrambled for a way to turn this to my favor, but I was on the back foot.
“I don’t want to distract you from your game…” I cautioned.
“Actually, I want you to. I want you to put on a show like yesterday.”
Ok. Not the worst request, all things considered. I guess I didn’t mind that If I could be free of this uncomfortable knocker locker.
“Shirt off.” He commanded.
I complied, revealing the metal contraption beneath.
He tutted, and I stammered a quick response. “Yes Master” I sighed slowly to calm my irritation. This was a precarious situation. I needed to stay on his good side for now.
He started to chant, and I watched as the words took form as flecks of light in the air. This was the first time I had enough sense to actually study what he was doing, and I started to realize things. Firstly, it was the same chant as yesterday. It must be your general all purpose bondage spell, one size fits all. Which begged the question: what exactly was fine tuning the outcome? It looked like he was concentrating, so maybe that’s what did it?
I didn’t have time to think about it further as he announced the name Eizazelique, and sparks of light rather than bands fluttered towards me. Again, he called me Eizazelique. I thought he cast a lie detector spell yesterday, and confirmed I was telling the truth when I said that wasn’t my name.
I could feel the band around my chest growing lighter, and then release me entirely. That alone was a relief, and enabled me to breathe deeply in satisfaction. I held up my arms and watched as the chastity bra slowly disintegrated in flecks of light. The bands and the ring links had turned into chaff in the air around me when the cups started to glow. It seems like the nerd was telling the truth, he really was going to free me.
At least that’s what I thought until the boob plates started to change shape. It wasn’t blowing away like the other parts, but shimmering brightly and shrinking down. The size went from a full cup, to bikini triangles in a scant few seconds. What was he doing? Giving me little tit shields? As the bra continued to shrink, I realized how true that thought was, only not in the way I meant.
“W-wait!” I shouted. “Don’t! Nononono!”
Of course, my stammering of senseless protest did nothing to even slow the transmogrification of metal happening on my chest. The little triangles had become little circles. The little circles became little rings, and the little rings positioned themselves around my dark rose buds pressing into my dark areola.
I had only a second to wince and grit my teeth before the inevitable. The little rings shot glowing white barbells through my flesh, piercing my nipples, and securing the jewelry to my body.
“Aaee!” I yelped like I’d touched a live wire. It was the shock as much as the pain that caused me to cry out.
My hands immediately went to my skewered peaks protectively, and I looked down to see the jewelry now affixed to them. The rings and barbells were dark metal, nearly black, but rather plain. The ring was thick enough, and the piercing close enough to my boob, that it forced my nipple to stand erect constantly. Unlike conventional piercings, there was no seam, screw, or segmentation I could use to remove them. To top it off, both barbels were smeared red, but It didn’t look like I was bleeding.
Half doubled over, and holding my aching bare chest, I shouted. “You bastard! That hurt!”
“Oh?” He replied with a smarmy smile. He was fondling himself beneath his boxers. “I couldn’t tell”
Something about his perverse posture and pompous tone set me off. “Maybe I’ll show you how it feels, you little shit.” I bore the claws of my pointer and thumb and pinched them together threateningly.
In retrospect, I really shouldn’t have done that. Maybe if I’d played along, things could have gone differently. But there was no taking it back.
He pointed, and a moment later the chain around my collar pulled hard, upwards and backwards. My momentum was literally seized by the throat. I coughed, and stumbled before I got my feet back under me. My hands and feet were next, but rather than being pulled into a hanging hogtie like yesterday, my wrists were yanked behind my back and locked in a handcuff position, while my feet locked together at the ankle. I wriggled my hands around, hating the bulky nature of the cuffs that gave me so little play.
“I’m tired.” The nerd explained. “But nowhere near tired enough to not discipline an unruly slave.“
“H-Hold on master.” I responded.”I- I was just surprised. That’s all.”
He ignored me, and to my surprise he left the room. I cried out. “I’m sorry?” It was a blatantly self interested apology, and of course, he didn’t respond. I heard rustling around in the other room, and a moment later he came back with a bag of something I couldn’t immediately make out.
I struggled against my secured collar, trying to get a better look. The chain had stretched my neck upwards in a firm leash hold, like you might when disciplining a rowdy dog on a walk. I didn’t have much slack, but I was able to make out the contents of the bag. Clothes pins. They were all brightly colored plastic pins in purples, lime greens, and sky blues, but they also looked really sturdy, and had black rubber tips.
I didn’t get it. What was he doing with clothes pins? Hell, why did he even have them?
The answer to both of those questions came a moment later, as he clamped one on to my erect nipple.
“Ahhhyayayaya” I whimpered like a madwoman. It didn’t hurt as bad as the piercings… BUT IT WOULDN’T STOP!”
He maintained a stoic expression. “To think. I gave you a gift, and you insult me.”
He clipped another one onto the same breasts, this time clamping it down so the top half pinched red flesh, while the bottom bit into my dark areola.
“Nnnggh!”
Lightning shot through my breast, but in its wake heat remained. My chest was practically erupting with a sensation of heat. Is this normal? It didn’t look like he was using any more magic.
“You had a choice to be a nice obedient slave, give me a little show, and then we could have cuddled.” He sighed. “But now…”
He clipped another one in the fattier bottom part of my boob. I hopped and stamped my feet.
“Now I have to punish you again…” Cocking his head to the side he asked. “Are you sorry?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I pleaded.
He looked deeply into my eyes again and shook his head, and a second later another clip bit into my flesh. It popped off, not finding enough friction on my soft skin, so he put another one in the same place. It snapped off too. A high pitched whine escaped my lungs each time. The pinching was even worse when it slipped off like that, and I started to jerk away involuntarily.
Two of the others popped off at my writhing, causing both pain and relief. Only the one on my nipple remained.
“That’s no good.” He chided me gently, then pointed at the one on my nipple. “Lock” The familiar little light flared above the pin.
“NOooo…” I whined. “That’s not fair! It’s not fair!” My voice turned high and whiny as I writhed and dropped my weight, pulling at my collar. My ankles were locked together, but I twisted my hips and knees back and forth as if to wiggle away.
The other three pins were clipped back on in a flash, only they were now locked with magic. I stamped and whined and whimpered the whole time. My one boob was hot, engorged, and crying out in pain, but the other was still unmolested. That did not last.
He took my free nipple into his mouth, and sucked. The strange tingling that rippled over my flesh caused me to take in a tense breath. That… actually felt kind of good. I felt his teeth on the nipple shield, and he tugged, stretching the little nub until I winced in pain. The heat of his breath, and wetness of his saliva lingered as he released my flesh. Again, I found myself enjoying the sensation. I almost wanted him to do it again. Instead he pinched a fatty chunk of flesh and twisted. I yelped loud enough to cause the window to rattle.
Master laughed. “I wonder how hard it would be to make you lactate.” I recoiled, but he cupped my free tit and began to grope it. He resumed his thought. “I bet you’d fill out nicely. You’re so flat now.”
I was offended, but couldn’t say why. I wasn’t flat. Hell, I’d be happy to have access to tits like these! Errr.. On a girlfriend of course. Maybe I was offended because he was calling me immature? Yeah. that had to be it.
He started to laugh. “Oh man! I just got an idea!”
That didn’t sound good.
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you started lactating from only one tit.” He started to laugh. “One would be so fat and leaky, and the other shriveled.”
“That’s so gross!” I stamped my foot.
He simply snapped a pin onto my previously untouched tit. I grit my teeth and winced.
“Lock” He commanded.
“You’re being disciplined for rebellion. You don’t get to say what’s gross.”
I was angry, and my brain was a lightning rod of hot stingy pain, I already knew I was fucked, and I knew he was too tired.
“You don’t get to say what ISN’T gross, when you live like this.” I snapped.
Three more clothes pins made a little line straight down from my nipple to my chest. Each one locked in place with a little glowing magic orb.
“If that’s what you think, maybe you should have cleaned up instead of goofing off on video games.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have locked me in your room where I can’t do anything.” I seethed.
He stuck another three pins to my breasts, then smirked, and commanded. “Stick your tongue out.”
“W-what? No way.”
“Say, ‘yes master’, and stick your tongue out, or I’ll leave you hanging all day.”
I stamped my foot, and tugged at the chains, but conceded. “Yes master, aahhhhh.”
“Good. It’s that nasty tongue that’s the worst offender.”
The slick black appendage that jutted out of my mouth was a little different than a human tongue. The further I stuck it out, the more pointed the tip became.
He clipped the next purple pin on the very tip of my tongue where it hurt the most, bastard. And of course, he locked it in place with magic. It didn’t hurt too bad, but I couldn’t talk, and felt ridiculous.
“Say, ‘thank you master.”
“Thank uuu massser.” I parroted.
“Say, ‘Thank you master, for teaching me a lesson.’”
“Thank uu masser, thor teaching mee a resson.”
“Say, ‘I love you master, please forgive me.”
I knew I should just obey. I should just play it cool. I just couldn’t help myself. I was too mad, and this honestly wasn’t that bad. I could bear it.
“Oh, thuck yourseth.”
“Suck myself?” He teased, deliberately misinterpreting me. “You first.”
He grabbed the pin pinching my tongue, which refused to let go, and started to pull. To my shock, my tongue kept going out, and out and out, until it was past my chin. He lined my whole tongue with pins before letting go.
“One more try. Last chance before I do something drastic.”
“I love you master, please forgive me.”
My tongue was uselessly hanging out of my mouth farther than I’d even thought possible. It didn’t matter what I said, there was no way it would be legible.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and murmured. “I ruth uu masser… Peese thorgithe me.”
He smiled, and snapped.
In a moment, my bonds were released, and the clothes pins started to fall from my body. I brushed my tongue free of them, letting the weirdly long muscle return to my mouth and throat, then wincing, and dancing from foot to foot, unpinned the ones from my nipples. The heat and sensitivity only got worse as blood flow returned, but the pain, at least, was gone.
I was panting, and the nerd just watched with amusement. “I was going to let you share a bed with me, but you can sleep on the floor today.”
I wasn’t happy about sleeping on the floor, but it stood out to me that he’d wrapped up so soon.
Had he run out of steam? There’s now way he’d let me off that easily otherwise. It was a small victory, but I now knew he had limits.
I watched him toss himself into his bed, then pulled the covers over his head. His steady breathing told me he was out almost right away. Magic must be tiring work.
To be honest, I was exhausted too. Cradling my abused and newly pierced tits, I sat down in a pile of dirty laundry that was a little softer than the floor, and waited for sleep to reach for me.
