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Chapter Leather Night

Jim

As dinner neared I was washed by the nurse and turned over to the butler who announced that it was leather night. Over my chastity belt he fitted me with a gleaming black leather tuxedo. I was also fitted with a gold nose ring.

I arrived in the drawing room to find two curious statues in leather. It was actually the twins in full body corsets. They were laced from ankle to neck which showed off their tightly cinched waists along the way. The corsets ended at their chins, their faces free so they could talk. Their breasts were bare and their nipples had long diamond dangles matching those in their ears. It was difficult to look at their faces while we talked with such distracting devices at hands-reach. I am afraid I was staring and being quite rude.

They said it was fun to be so confined and liked the fact they were just objects for a while, fine art to be looked at and commented on like a bronze or marble piece.

The girls began to arrive and each had on an outfit that showed what leather could do for a female.

Beth filled to overflowing a red leather dress while Jane wore a short, white skirt and matching leather bra with high-heeled boots. Tess had on a tightly fitted black cat suit that was so sleek and hugging you wondered if it had been sewn on. Ruth was in her signature pink leather suit with matching boots. Amanda was wearing a tailored leather suit by Gucci.

Tess

I got back to the room and found that it was the night I had been waiting for. My black leather cat suit was laid out on the bed. This had been an item of personal fascination since I had seen the Avengers at about age six. Emma Peel had looked stunning in leather and when we went shopping I found a supplier that would custom make one that would be its equal. I took one look at it and went straight to the spa. A quick check of my weight and then into the steam room. An hour later I was ready.

The cat suit was new and had specially-made concealed zippers. Once it was on I could see every muscle and every curve of my body. I got into the suit early and spent many happy minutes sprawling around on the bed like the big pussycat that I had become. The suit had a crotch piece that unfastened to allow bathroom trips without full removal. It also had a bra piece that would come off if I felt like flaunting my breasts. I did feel like flaunting them and took the piece off and looked at myself in the mirror. I was very pleased but the ideas of several nights came pouring back. I put them aside, went to my dominant side and marched out to dinner.

Jim

We were served light drinks and sat down to a grand dinner. Jane asked if I was OK as she had worried that she had gone over the limit. I reminded her that I had not used the safe signal but it was very close. Yes, it was fun but we both expressed concern. I realized that if I ever were to be in such a position again I needed to be sure that a detached third party was present to keep things at reasonable limits. I hope Jane recognized this need as well.

Tess spent a great deal of time talking with Amanda. As we got up from the table she announced that she was ready to have ‘them' done and invited us all to watch. The ‘them' was quickly made clear as she removed the bra like cover and her terrific breasts with rampant nipples, projected proudly.

We all walked back to the playroom and Amanda directed us to one of the strange pieces of furniture that were located about the large room. Strange music with a rhythmic but foreign beat filled the air. I was asked to lie down and Tess was soon in place above me. Padded rests supported us both. Her crotch cover was off and her pussy was before my eyes. My head came out from between her legs and by looking up I had a great view of the bottoms of her breasts.

“You are once again only a tongue owned by others,” Amanda told me and I waited for commands.

She prepared Tess's nipples for piercing. It was not going to be a simple piercing. A long rod appeared with a needle sharp point at each end. There was a ring in the middle and two half cylinder shaped cups facing outward on the rod on either side of the central ring. The cups were about nipple sized. The nipples were placed in vacuum cups and forceps with u shaped pads came into view. Another woman was now controlling things and she had a very clinical manner. If she wasn't a Doctor she had a lot of medical training. She treated Amanda like a surgical nurse. A nipple was removed from suction, the forceps applied and pierced in a quick flurry of actions. Tess let out a brief yelp. The doctor forced some of the rod through the nipple. She unscrewed the sharp tip, placed another half cylinder on the rod and screwed a larger end fitting in place. This complete she pierced the second nipple and finished the other end. I had been waiting for commands and wondered why I had no orders during this major trauma to ease the pain.

It turned out the trauma was yet to come. I realized that Tess had selected one of the torture nipple bars we had seen on the display evening. The two little half cylinders on each side of each nipple were covered with small spikes on the inside.

Amanda brought two in close to the left nipple and two bands went around them. They were small black cable ties. Pulling the ends brought the half thimbles into a firm and painful grasp. I was so transfixed by the site that I missed a command to begin and was punished for my tardiness. She was soon complete in a shinny and very controlling nipple bar. I was given commands and Amanda played with her new toy until Tess was fulfilled.

I was released and Tess's hands were re-cuffed behind her back. We, each in turn, were invited to inspect and tug at the nipple bar.

Tess

I had been thinking about the bar since I had seen it on the table. I talked over many aspects of nipple piercing and finally came to the conclusion that this was the time and place to have them done. When the needle was ready I had second thoughts but they went away as I succumbed to the pleasure of the control I was passing to others in such a demanding and demeaning way.

Standing before them with my breasts so brazenly displayed and with such surrender, as the bar would ensure, made me sure of my decision. I could imagine the control that would flow over me from a leash attached to the central ring.

The others went on and I was turned over to the doctor for removal of the device and installation of maintenance studs while the healing went on. She told me it would be four to six weeks before I could use them for real play.

Jim

I thought that would be it for the evening but I soon learned that there was to be much more. Jane was stripped and lashed to what can only be described as a rape bench. She is flat on her back but support ends at her butt. Her legs are spread and tied down making it easy to walk up and use her presented pussy.

Amanda talks to me for a moment and I find that I come to a full erection. She knows all of my buttons. She attaches a mean looking clit stimulator to the base of my cock. It has hard rubber probes that will catch a most tender spot when I mount Jane. She also applies four stretchy cock rings with rubber spins that will rub her internally. This is coated with KY and I am told to mount her. It feels great and I am getting a power rush from the thought of this being payback for the pain she had given to me earlier.

Jane is watching but is gagged. Her eyes pop as Amanda approaches with a pair of piercing forceps. Jane had several orgasms during the next ten minutes as Amanda slowly pierced her nipples. The final treat was that Amanda passed me a hot iron and I got to brand her lower right breast with my cock deeply punishing her sex. No feeling of compassion this time just total control, it gave me a wonderful orgasm.

I am quickly led from the room and want to go back as I am having deep regret for actually using a branding iron on a helpless person. Amanda takes me to a mirror and shows me my brands. They have been hidden by a band-aid all week. When they are removed I am surprised to see that I have no mark at all. Mistress Amanda explains it was a trick using a special covering that minimizes the actual burning of your skin. She also tells me that it is exactly what just happened to Jane. We both got the thrill of branding without the mark. At most there would be redness that might last a day or two.