The morning light streamed through my bedroom window as I stepped out of the shower, steam curling around my naked curves like a lover's breath. My skin glowed pink from the hot water, and I could still feel the faint ache from yesterday's wild encounter upstairs—my piercings throbbing just a bit, reminders of how exposed and devoured I'd been. The silver bars in my nipples caught the sun as I dried off, the belly button ring dangling teasingly against my soft tummy, and the clit hoop nestled snug in my folds, already sensitive from the mere brush of the towel. I slipped into my lacy pyjama set—tiny shorts that barely covered my plump ass cheeks, the sheer fabric whispering against my bare pussy, and a cropped top that clung to my heavy tits, the lace outlining every curve and making my piercings poke out like invitations.
Settling at my desk with my laptop, I dove into freelancing—emails, designs, the usual grind to keep my little apartment life afloat. My thighs rubbed together under the table, the lack of panties letting cool air tease my slit, but I pushed the growing warmth aside, focusing on the screen. Then my phone buzzed. Mr. Callaghan—his name popping up with a simple text: Drink more water today, Mia. Stay hydrated for me.
Heat flooded my cheeks. He knew how to get under my skin with these little demands, like he owned every part of me. I sipped from my glass half-heartedly, flustered by the thought of him picturing me obeying, my full lips wrapped around the rim.
Hours slipped by, noon creeping in, and another buzz: Did you drink, sweetie? Be honest.
My fingers hovered, pussy clenching at the pet name. No, I did yet. I was working. God, that typo—didn't—but I hit send anyway, heart racing.
His reply was instant: You need to be punished, sweetie. Open your door in 10 minutes.
Punished. The word sent a shiver straight to my core, my nipples hardening against the lace, clit piercing tugging with the swell of arousal. I paced, biting my lip, imagining his strong hands on me, his voice dripping filth. Ten minutes felt like eternity, my body buzzing with shy anticipation.
The knock came sharp, and I hurried to the door, smoothing my top futilely. Peeking through the peephole, there he was—Harlan, tall and commanding in his casual shirt, a black bag slung over his shoulder. I cracked the door, blushing furiously. 'H-Hi, Uncle.'
'callaghan,' he corrected with a smirk, eyes raking over my outfit, lingering on the way the shorts hugged my thick thighs. 'Let me in, sweetie.'
I stepped aside, welcoming him with a flustered nod, turning to lock the door. That's when his arm snaked around my waist, yanking me back against his solid chest. His lips found my neck, hot and sucking, teeth grazing the pulse point without venturing near my face. 'Look at you, dressed like a needy little slut in this lace—tits spilling out, ass begging for attention. Forgot to drink for me? Gonna make that pussy pay for your disobedience.'
I whimpered, melting into his grip, the nasty words igniting a fire between my legs. He was like this—obsessed with humiliating me, demanding every quiver and blush, turning my body into his playground without ever crossing my lines. No cock inside, no face kisses, just endless worship that left me wrecked and craving.
He released me just enough to stride to the couch, dropping the bag with a thud and sitting back, legs spread wide. 'Stand in front of me, Mia.'
I obeyed, shifting on my bare feet, hands twisting at my sides as his gaze burned into me.
'Lie on the coffee table—ass up, facing me. Time to start your punishment.'
My breath hitched, but the command pulled me forward. I climbed onto the low table, the wood cool against my belly as I positioned myself on all fours, then lowered my chest, arching my back to present my ass high. The shorts rode up, exposing the lower curves of my cheeks, and I felt so vulnerable, so slutty under his stare.
His hand came down first—gentle smacks, palm connecting with my lace-covered flesh in rhythmic taps that made my ass jiggle. Each one drew a moan from my throat, soft and needy, the sting blooming into heat that soaked my pussy.
'Fuck, this fat ass—soft and bouncy, perfect for spanking. Moaning already? Such a dirty girl, getting wet from a few slaps.' He groped then, large hands kneading my cheeks, squeezing hard enough to bruise, thumbs dipping into the crease where shorts met skin. 'Gonna mark this up, make it red for forgetting my orders.'
More smacks, firmer now, and I gasped, pushing back instinctively. He hooked his fingers in my shorts, yanking them down my thighs in one tug, baring my naked ass and the glistening lips peeking from between. The fabric pooled at my knees, trapping me in place.
'Spread those cheeks wider, sweetie—show me that naughty hole.'
Trembling, I reached back, pulling my plump globes apart, exposing my puckered asshole and dripping slit fully. Cool air kissed my wetness, making me clench.
'Good slut.' His palm cracked against bare skin, the slaps echoing sharper, turning my ass a warm pink. Between strikes, his fingers rubbed—tracing the cleft, dipping to circle my entrance without entering, then sliding down to graze my swollen folds. 'Pussy's drooling already, lips all puffy and slick. Bet this pierced clit is throbbing, huh? Punishing you makes you gush like a faucet.'
I nodded into the table, moans muffled, body on fire from the teasing touches.
'Sit on my lap now—straddle me like the eager whore you are.'
I scrambled off the table, shorts still tangled, and climbed onto him, thick thighs bracketing his hips, bare pussy pressing against his clothed thigh. The friction made me grind subtly, chasing relief.
He chuckled dark, hands roaming up my sides to the crop top. Slowly, he unbuttoned the lace—each pop revealing more of my heaving tits, the piercings glinting as they spilled free. All the while, his mouth worked my neck, sucking bruises into the skin, hot breath fanning. 'These shorts barely hid your slutty ass, but this top? Made for teasing, nipples poking like they want my teeth. Forgot my water rule? Gonna make these tits bounce while I play.'
Blushing deeper, I arched as the top fell open, his eyes devouring my exposed chest. He noticed the piercings immediately—thumbs flicking the nipple bars, tugging gently to make them pull taut. 'Pierced like a proper fucktoy now? These fat nipples, all jeweled and hard—bet that clit one's hiding down here too, begging to be yanked.'
His hand snaked between us, fingers finding my bare mound, parting the lips to hook the clit hoop. He tugged it slow, rolling the metal against my nub, and I cried out, hips bucking as sparks shot through me. 'Fuck, yes—a shiny little ring on your sloppy clit. Tugging this makes your cunt twitch, doesn't it? Such a humiliated mess, dripping on my pants.'
Then his mouth claimed my tits—lips latching onto one nipple, sucking hard around the bar, tongue swirling the piercing while his teeth grazed. He ate at them ravenously, popping from one to the other, leaving them shiny with spit, red and swollen. All the while, his fingers kept pulling my clit piercing, twisting it to heighten the throb, my juices coating his hand.
'On the couch now—sit back, legs for me.'
I slid off, collapsing onto the cushions, top hanging loose. He dropped to the floor between my knees, strong hands prying my thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders for a full, obscene view of my spread pussy. I blushed crimson, covering my face, but he batted my hands away.
'Look at this—pierced pussy on display, lips spread like a blooming flower, all pink and soaked. Clit's peeking out, that hoop winking like it wants my tongue. Forgot to hydrate? This sloppy hole's gonna flood instead.' He rubbed me then, fingers stroking from asshole to clit, pinching the piercing to make it sting sweetly. 'Nasty little button—pulling it makes you quiver, huh? Bet you'd cum just from this humiliation.'
A gentle smack landed on my clit—palm connecting with the wet nub and piercing, the jolt making me yelp and gush fresh slick. 'There—punished clit, swelling up red. Now, gonna devour this pierced cunt till you scream.'
His mouth descended like a storm, tongue lashing my folds, sucking my lips into his hot cavern. He ate me hard, face buried deep, nose grinding my mound as his lips pulled at my clit, teeth nipping the hoop. I thrashed, hands fisting the cushions, the suction so intense it bordered pain, pleasure exploding in waves. He french-kissed my pussy—tongue thrusting shallow, stuffing his thick drool inside my clenching walls, mixing with my cream as he swirled and probed without penetrating deeper.
'Cum for me, sweetie—squirt on my face like the punished slut you are.' The command tipped me over; orgasm crashed, pussy spasming, juices squirting onto his chin as I wailed, body convulsing.
He lapped through it, not stopping until I twitched oversensitive. Then, wiping his mouth, he reached for the bag. 'That was just the warm-up.' He pulled out a coil of soft rope, eyes gleaming wicked. 'Hands behind your head—now.'
Shaking, I complied, interlacing fingers at my nape. He bound my wrists tight, the rope biting just enough to hold, then spread my legs impossibly wide, tying each ankle to the couch legs, exposing every inch—tits heaving with pierced nipples erect, belly ring glinting, pussy splayed open, clit piercing tugged taut by the stretch.
'Fuck, look at you trussed up like a bound whore—tits thrust out, pierced holes on show, cunt gaping and leaking. This is punishment: helpless, humiliated, every slutty secret bared for me.' His words dripped venomous heat, making me squirm, arousal pooling anew despite the vulnerability.
He grabbed his phone, angling close—zooming in on my tits first, the bars framing my areolas, then my navel, and finally my pussy, capturing the hoop-adorned clit and parted lips in filthy detail. Click after click, the flashes making me blush hotter, mortified yet throbbing.
'Perfect pics of your jeweled body—gonna look at these when I stroke, remembering how you blush and drip.' He pocketed the phone, eyes on the bag again. 'But the real punishment? That's still waiting in here, sweetie. You ready to find out what your disobedience earns?'
I swallowed hard, tied and trembling, pussy clenching in terrified excitement, knowing whatever came next would shatter me into blissful pieces...