Page 63 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Chapter 63
Dozer
The labia piercings had been fine after three months, and I’d locked her pussy away for four days once, just to see how she did. There was no tenderness or soreness from the bars going through both holes, so I took them out and left her hole available and free after that, since there was no need to work her up to being able to handle the bars. I wanted to lock everything away all at once, cold turkey, when the time came.
It turned out, all her piercings weren’t healed enough for me to go full-monty on her for five months. However, at the four-month checkup, we all had a strong feeling they only needed another month, so I fucked her pussy every chance I had that month, and reminded her that soon enough, it would be locked up tight, and she’d be anal and oral only for three months, with no orgasms at all.
I didn’t require it, but she started thanking me every time I gave her an orgasm, and I liked the touch she put on it.
And then, before we knew it, it was time to return to the studio for her five-month checkup, and we all pretty much knew this was going to be d-day – short for denial-day, in this case.
She was so brave when the shield went on, lying on her back with her legs spread while the piercer talked me through getting it just right. I wanted this, and she wants me to be happy, so she was happy that I was happy.
But I could scent her fear and trepidation — along with sky-high arousal, so it all worked out.
However, that night, after I fucked her mouth and then her ass, and got off twice when she didn’t get off a single time, she burst into tears, and I got hard all over again. Rather than fuck her again right away, though, I held her and told her, “I know, little flower. Sometimes it sucks to be the slave.” I fondled her nipples and scented even more arousal coming off of her. “That’s right. Suffer for me. No orgasms for my little flower. Oh, you smell so frustrated, sweet girl, and I’m hard again. Let me go wash my dick so I can fuck your throat again.”
Rather than continue with gag training every Monday morning before breakfast, it’s all about how long she can go with my cock down her throat before she taps out — or before I scent she’s about to be in trouble from lack of oxygen. She’s allowed to choke and gag and carry on without threat of consequences, but I really enjoy having a reason to go in and hold in a formal-type setting. She’s required to do breath training on her own twice a day, and she’s worked up to a little over three minutes when she does it during her private sessions. It doesn’t completely translate with a cock down her throat, however.
If she can make it two minutes without tapping out, she doesn’t have to wear nipple clamps during the pussy-grip training or the position training. She’s long-since learned all the positions, but she has to go through every single one of them every week, and if she screws up the transitions, she feels the cane and then has to start over from the beginning. Monday mornings we spend from two to four hours training, with formal speech rules in place. It’s a nice reconnect, especially after a wild weekend around my brothers, when she gets to act like a normal ol’lady.
Also, we do this on Monday because she works in the tattoo shop four days a week now, from Tuesday through Friday and the occasional Saturday, when I’m going to be busy with the club so she may as well help out where she can. So far, she’s mostly handling the cash register and making sure supplies are ordered, but she sits in on a few tattoo sessions per day, and Viper tells me he’s about to turn her loose to draw some of the easy stuff people ask for, and turn it into a stencil. He wasn’t ready to turn her loose actually tattooing people yet, but she was getting there.
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Daisy
I’d thought I would still be able to orgasm, even with the shield. I mean, I have major orgasms sometimes when Master fucks my throat and isn’t touching me below the waist. Also, he orders me to come a lot when he’s fucking my ass, but I hadn’t realized there was always either friction or pressure to my clit when I came. In the beginning, there was often something in my pussy vibrating away, also.
But now, there was nothing in my pussy, and nothing could touch my clit. The shield was up and away from it, not touching it at all . Without anything touching either place, it was impossible to come.
I’d quickly figured out that the Princess Albertina piercing made sex soooo much better for me with any kind of vaginal penetration, and even when Master was in my throat or ass, and ignoring my pussy, my orgasms were more powerful. I have no idea why, but it woke up an already awake part of my body.
But with my clit locked away so nothing could touch it, the PA just made me a thousand times hornier with no way to find release.
And so, the more it sank in that I was going to go three whole months without an orgasm, the more horrified I became about it. Ninety days, meaning I had eighty-nine days left, then eighty-eight, and so on. I was counting down the days in my head, and I couldn’t help my tears when Master finished with me and I was expected to just deal with how fucking horny and frustrated I was.
On the fifth night after the shield was installed, Master told me, “It’s time you learned to deal with your new reality. The crying thing was hot at first, but it’s getting old. No orgasms for three months, little flower, and we’re only five days into it. Not only that, but I’m having a blast keeping you horny, and it isn’t likely I’m going to let up on how often you’re fucked daily in the near future.”
I stared at his feet and kept my mouth closed. He was fucking me SO many times more per day than he’d ever fucked me, so clearly, he was truly enjoying knowing I wasn’t going to get off.
He sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard, and if you get overwhelmed with it and need to cry after sex every once in a while, that’s fine, but every-damned-time isn’t going to happen. If you annoy me by crying, I’ll give you a reason to cry. If it’s an occasional thing, I’ll hold you and comfort you.”
“How did you come up with three months, Master?”
“Most Masters start at a couple of days, then a week, then a couple of weeks, and they work up. I wanted to do it big right from the start. We’ve had the long bars through your labia enough to know you can handle that for an extended period, and most women who aren’t super-physical don’t have trouble with the shield rubbing or causing hot spots. I’m keeping a close eye, but so far, everything looks fine, and there are no temperature differences to tell me something isn’t right under the shield. Also, I don’t smell any damage.”
He stroked my cheek and ran his hand down my hair, but didn’t demand I look at him. “Barring a physical reason it needs to come off sooner, I wanted to start big, so your first orgasm after it comes off is a huge gift. Next year, I’m considering locking you up the morning after our anniversary and leaving you locked up for six months, so it comes off for the anniversary of our second ceremony. I might do that every year, and then for our fourth anniversary, leave you locked up for an entire year, so it comes off on our fifth anniversary, though it's still just something I’m considering. We’ll see how these three months go, and I’ll see how long I want one of your holes locked from me in the future. It’s possible I’ll decide to do every other month, rather than half a year at a time.”
I wanted to burst into tears all over again, but I sucked it in because he’d just told me the constant tears were getting old.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’ll survive it, no matter what I decide.”
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Dozer
It turns out, riding on the back of my bike with the shield on set her off on an orgasm. In retrospect, I should’ve considered that it would be vibrating all around her clit, so of course it was enough to send her over the top.
This means we took the Ramcharger a lot more places when we went somewhere together, because I was having way too much fun denying her. It also meant I timed it well, because we had a four-day road trip planned for right about the time it should come off. It would mean she’d be in it a few days shy of three months, but I put it on the calendar as O-Day, and she didn’t argue that it should be on a little longer.