<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Getting down to business<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog,<em>Closed</em><br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Bondage, playful D/s violence, blood!</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen got to business. The first task was continuing what the handcuffs had started - limiting her ability to resist. He fetched a nearby large blindfold, and returned to slip it on over Snogflog's eyes and tying it<em>tightly</em>in the back.<br/><br/>Once that was done, he went around, grabbing the tools that he needed - A handful of fine needles that would be good for acupuncture or pinpoint torture, and  couple of long, thin sliver chains he'd spotted, and a packet of handy alcohol wipes. Returning to the table where Snogflog was patiently waiting, he dropped the toys on the table, climbed up, and rolled Snogflog over onto her back. This turned out to be more of a task than he expected - she was heavier than her body suggested. He'd already had close attention to it, but now it was trying to personally move her, and her dense muscle mass was his biggest obstacle.<br/><br/>After a few failed tries, he got the feeling that Snogflog stopped<em>resisting</em>, and let him flip her over. With that taken care of, it was back to the toys for a special treatment that Stephen hoped was like nothing she had ever experienced before. With help of his multitool, he cut open the ends of one of the silver chains and attached two of the needles on opposite ends of it. He then did the same with the other chain, attaching one needle to one end, and the other end to the center of the first chain. Fearing that Snogflog might be getting bored, he stroked her closest thigh. "Almost there," he cooed, and did his best at a movie-style malicious laugh.<br/><br/>Stephen picked up the finely-honed blade that Snogflog had sliced him with earlier and climbed up onto the table, kneeling across her stomach. He started teasing her nipples with the alcohol wipes, getting them good and hard, and cleaning them for the next step. As an added tease, he nipped each nipple before swabbing them one more time. Then, with a deft cut from the freshly-wiped blade, he sliced a very short gash on the right side of her left nipple, and slid one of the needles through, pushing it through the skin on the far side and quickly pulling it until the silver chain's end was buried under the extremely erect bud.<br/><br/>He watched for a moment, marveling as the orc's regeneration functionally burying the silver chain in place, then wiped down the blade again and repeated the procedure with her right nipple. It went faster, now that he'd done it once, and was more sure that his procedure was going to work as planned. But now was the hardest part.<br/><br/>Sliding down, Stephen started licking and teasing Snogflog's already wet pussy, coaxing her hard little bud out of hiding. As it emerged, he swabbed it just like he had with the nipples, deliberately using the rough side of the swab this time, and then pierced it with the sharp needle, not bothering to use the knife this time. He drew the needle slowly though, dragging out the sensation of the silver chain link entering her clitoris.<br/><br/>Finally, there was only one last thing to do. By the noises he was hearing from Snogflog, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it so far, but he would bet that she'd had piercings before, and he still needed to make it something new and novel. With that, he turned to one last piece of his equipment.<br/><br/>Stephen started disrobing, tossing his clothing on the table to the side of Snogflog, not really caring if it landed on some wet raw meat. As he took his pants off, though, he took out his cellular phone. While it no longer worked as a communication device, it still functioned as a very powerful pocket computer, and he had gone to great lengths to work out a way to recharge the battery, so that he could do some more complex calculations with its calculator function, and some very important engineering documents that he'd saved. None of that mattered now, though - the only thing he needed was the battery and the recharge cable. He'd taken the cell phone apart several times, so it was quick and easy. Carefully cutting the recharge cable so that he could put it back together, though, would take a little more work, but thankfully, there was a<em>very sharp knife</em>sitting so conveniently close.<br/><br/>It took less than a minute for him to strip some of the protective wiring, and he carefully touched the raw points at different points of the silver chains. He figured that it would give a jolt comparable to licking an old 9-volt battery - a sharp, burning jolt, but nothing dangerous. But with the current going through some of her most sensitive parts, he expected the sensation would be... memorable.