Marcus was certainly well connected, and Charlotte found herself attending some of the most extravagant parties, enjoying drinks with statesmen, celebrities and the idle rich. For the first party she was provided an elegant long gown that both clung to her shape while also flowing off her shoulders. She had never worn anything so wonderful and beamed as she entered the party on Marcus' arm. After a few hours, he had taken her to a curtained off portion of the house and began kissing her passionately. Charlotte melted in his arms, feeling a passion for a man like no other in her past. But instead of continuing, Marcus pulled away after a few moments, and held out an unusual object to her. It took a moment to register, but finally Charlotte could see it was a pair of transparent latex panties with inflatable dildos for both her pussy and ass. With a single questioning look, she could see that Marcus would not entertain an argument. Instead, she lifted her dress and slipped off her panties.

"Wait," Marcus said, then unfastened her dress at the waist, allowing it to unwrap from her. Charlotte glanced around, noticing for the first time that they were not in much privacy. The area was simply a corner where the curtains covering the walls had overlapped. Anyone could stumble upon them at anytime. As her hands went up to cover her naked breasts, Marcus slapped them to her side.

"That will cost you," he whispered curtly. Charlotte lowered her arms, a red flush covering her face. She slipped off her lacy panties and dropped them on the floor, then took the rubber invaders. For a moment Charlotte stared at the device, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She was so typically a proper girl, always the moral center of herself and her friends. But she was now standing naked at a party, her boyfriend forcing her to humiliate herself further. She wanted to run away, to stop this game and never see Marcus again. Fear enveloped her and she stood frozen. Suddenly, Marcus' firm grip took her wrist and pulled her attention to his eyes.

"Do it now, Charlotte," was all he said, his face a solid sheet of intimidation. She began to slip them on. "Suck on them first, for lubrication." Charlotte slipped them back off and ran her tongue tentatively up the shaft. She had never been a fan of blow jobs and to date, Marcus had not requested that of her either. She enjoyed more traditional sex and, despite the fact that she was usually in some form of bondage now, her love life with Marcus remained fairly normal. Now, as her tongue lubricated the two rubber dildos, she felt further humiliated.

After a few moments, they seemed wet enough and Charlotte slipped the panties up her legs. The dildo for her pussy was easiest. Despite her fear, she found herself somewhat damp and, with the addition of her saliva, she slipped it in easily. It was large, though, and filled her up fully. She held it in as she took hold of the other dildo.

"Hurry up," Marcus whispered sternly. Charlotte pressed the tip against her sphincter, feeling the resistance. Pushing, she could feel the pain immediately, and backed off again. Marcus could see her hesitation and, slapping her hands away, took the dildo and shoved it unceremoniously into her. Charlotte bit her lip and suppressed a scream of pain as her ass was truly violated. It seemed huge and unending as he pushed it further in. Tears streamed down her face. Once again, she had reached a depth of humiliation she thought she would never see. As Marcus stood her up straight and pulled the panty up around her hips, she could feel the two inflation bulbs dangling between her thighs. He quickly grabbed them with both hands and began to pump. Immediately Charlotte could feel the rubber phalluses growing inside of her. He continued to pump until she was moaning in pain, her sphincter stretching despite the tapered nature of the dildo. Finally, Marcus lifted her dress to her.

"Let's go, slave," he smiled. Charlotte slowly slipped her dress back on, adjusting it back to normal. She knew she would look quite normal, but she could feel the pain and fullness inside her, a reminder of her status in the room. She was now fully aware that she was the only slave girl at the party.

Time for Charlotte seemed to blur by. Her life with Marcus continued, her training as his slave a continual part of their time together. During the day, she tried to focus on her work at the gallery, or spend time with her friends, but she always drifted off to her life at night. Now, all the conversations she took part in, no matter how raunchy they got, never seemed to affect her. She knew that her experiences to date would make even Samantha's pale in comparison.

After the fifth week, on a quiet Friday, Charlotte got a curious call from Marcus in her office.

"I made an appointment for you with my doctor," he said. "It's during your lunch hour so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Sure," she answered, shivering just from the sound of her lover's voice.

"Make sure you do as you're told, Charlotte," Marcus warned. "I don't want to hear he had a problem with you."

"I promise," she said. She jotted down the address and noted how long it would take to get there, then went back to work without any further thought.

The doctor's office was quite typical, though the waiting room was unusually empty and the receptionist seemed far more bimbo-like than usual. After only a moment, she was led into a typical examination room. Within seconds a nurse joined her in the room.

"You'll have to disrobe completely, Charlotte," she said casually. Charlotte had no idea what type of doctor this man was, but she assumed Marcus wanted her to be fully checked out. Must by a physical, she thought as she dropped the thin sundress on the chain and unhooked her lacy bra. Marcus had begun insisting that Charlotte dress more provocatively, and though this was a far cry from her usual conservative fair, she knew he wanted her to go further. The sundress was thin and showed her bra and panty set through it if you looked close enough, and the bra she wore more cupped her breasts then covered them. The thin material only barely concealed her nipples. The panty was a French cut thong that slipped up against her crotch tightly, unlike the loose underwear she used to wear.

Once naked, the nurse unceremoniously opened the door and ordered, "follow me." Charlotte was embarrassed, but remembered Marcus' words. She attempted to cover herself as they made their way down the hall.

The new room she was let in to was much larger, and covered in white tile. Dangling from the center of the room seemed to be a chain. Charlotte's heart jumped as she realized this would be no normal examination. The nurse grabbed her wrist and pulled her under the chain, then clamped two steel cuffs around her thumbs. A motor began to turn and Charlotte's arms were raised. Stopping the winch, the nurse attached cuffs to Charlotte's ankles and lower thighs, then fit two bars between them. With a crank, the nurse spread her legs wide, until she felt like she was doing the splits. Again, the winch turned and she found herself on her toes, spread wide and exposed. The nurse examined her, making sure she was properly situated, then left her alone in the room. The thumb cuffs not only began to hurt, but Charlotte quickly found them much more humiliating than cuffs. With cuffs, she could always grab the chain for support, but the thumb cuffs prevented this, further adding to her vulnerability.

After hanging in the chill room for fifteen minutes, the door opened and a doctor entered with Marcus. Charlotte's eyes dropped reflexively, not wanting to make eye contact with her master, but her humiliation grew inside. She had only been exposed like this to Marcus. Now, with strangers seeing her as a slave, she could feel a warm glow fill her cheeks, despite the cool air across her body.

"You have a fine specimen here, Marcus," the doctor commented as they approached. His soft hands reached out and felt her thighs and ass. "So, what did you want to do today?" Marcus didn't even try to make eye contact, and instead spoke about Charlotte like she was cattle.

"I want a ring through both nipples, one through her clit and let's start with a grommet through her tongue, centered, an inch from the tip." Charlotte was shocked at the thought. She had never even considered piercing anything, and now they were talking about it so casually. She desperately wanted to scream, to stop this game, but she knew she couldn't. They had agreed on six months and she knew it had only been just over one. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she thought of having metal mounted in her nipples and clit, not to mention the pain. She quickly forgot the pain in her thumbs in exchange for the humiliation of her master's wishes. Marcus' hands laced into Charlotte's hair and yanked her head back hard. A groan escaped her throat but she was ignored, as were the stream of tears running down her cheeks. "Let's do the grommet through her septum as well," he said. The doctor snapped his fingers and the nurse returned with a selection of gags. The doctor chose a large ring gag and had the nurse force it into Charlotte's mouth, then strap it behind her head. The ring fit behind her front teeth and wrenched her mouth open wide, but as the strap tightened, the ring pulled back farther, forcing her jaw to the limit. Now, the pain in her jaw distracted her from her thumbs. She could feel the nurse doing something with her hair and, after a few moments, she could tell it had been laced into a ponytail. Without warning, her head was yanked back hard as the strap the nurse had laced into her hair was pulled down to a ring in the floor. Charlotte moaned in pain. Staring at the ceiling, she could almost see the back wall. She was certain her neck would snap if pulled any farther, but the nurse gave the strap an added tug, then locked it off.

Charlotte didn't think she could feel anymore vulnerable, but now, with her head pulled back harshly, along with her mouth held so wide by the unusual gag, she felt her body was completely exposed. She could feel the streams of tears running off her face, and the moaning that seemed to well up from her throat. She wanted to get away, but she realized she had no control.

"I'd like to consider full hair removal at a future date," Marcus mentioned offhanded.

"No problem. Eyebrows and lashes as well?"

"Of course. Total hair removal. How about teeth removal? Is that viable now?"

"Yes, we just replace them with rubber inserts to hold the shape of the jaw, but it forms a low, flat surface where the teeth were, at gum level. You might also consider mounted breathing tubes through the nose into the lungs, and a feeding tube mounted at the back of the throat."

"Is that permanent?"

"Very. The nose tubes have fittings that you can attach to. They are hidden inside the nostrils. The feeding tube blocks the throat completely, removing any speech as well. You have to have the nose tubes if you opt for the feeding tube, of course!" Marcus laughed. Charlotte couldn't imagine being treated like this, like an animal! Remove her teeth?! She knew it must be a way to shock her. The tubes sounded impossible as well! Despite the seriousness of her submission, she still felt deep down that it was a game, something not intended for reality. How could these things be done to a person? How could anybody do them? She knew that Marcus must be trying to scare her. But she jerked in shock at his next comment.

"Go ahead and do the breathing tubes. I'm taking a long vacation soon and want to leave her in total sensory deprivation."

"That's fine. You know, of course, they are permanent?"

"As long as the fittings are mounted up her nostrils, I don't have a problem with that." Charlotte wailed through her gag. The weight of her situation began to settle in and Charlotte knew she would never be the same.

The elevator ride back to street level left Charlotte alone in her thoughts for the first time. She felt totally exposed in her sundress. She had not been allowed to wear her panties or bra, for fear of disturbing her new piercings. Instead, she could feel every breeze under her short skirt. Her clit and nipples still ached from the piercings and, as she stared into the mirror reflection of the elevator door, she could just make out the rings in her bare breasts. The fabric seemed to help conceal her crotch, though she couldn't be certain in the dim light of the elevator. If she looked closely, she could see the one-inch ring through her clit. Her face was still numb from the piercings there, the weird feeling of metal mounted in her tongue much more immediate than the metal hole punched through her septum. She carefully pushed up her nose, trying to see the grommet affixed there. The metal had been coated with black rubber, which helped it disappear inside her nostrils. Thanks for small favors, she thought. She tried to see the ends of the tubes mounted in her nose but knew they were too far inside. She could feel them, though. Her nose was sore up the bridge, and she could feel a tickling in her head and down her throat. It felt like some large obstruction was trapped in her sinuses, but she had no difficulty breathing. As a matter of fact, it was easier than ever to breath. But that discovery was tempered by the fact that she had bee permanently modified to allow for more cruel punishment in training, in her life as a young slavegirl. She knew this was perhaps the most degrading and horrible thing that had been done to her, but she had trouble feeling bad. Out of sight, out of mind, she figured, though the weight of such a permanent fixture in her head was not lost on her. For a brief moment, Charlotte began to consider what else he might have done to her, if this type of modification was considered "beginning stages". But she put it out of her head quickly, not wanting to consider something she couldn't even imagine. She felt for the septum grommet again, finding the quarter inch hole she now had through it. Marcus had been kind enough not to fit a ring through it, but warned that at any time he might require her to wear one to work. Charlotte nodded respectfully, hoping that day would never come.

The walk to the office proved to be uneventful, though Charlotte was convinced that everyone on the street knew her new secret. She tried not to hold her dress close to her body to fend off the effects of the wind for fear of pressing the cloth too close and making her rings visible. Once back in her office, she quickly closed the door and rushed to her chair, exhausted not from the walk but from the emotional fear of being in public. As she relaxed in her seat, slouched in her high back leather chair, she could feel the breeze from her open window reaching under her thin dress and tickling her crotch. For the first time, Charlotte was intrigued by her modifications. Slowly pulling her dress up, she ran her hand up her leg, noticing how odd it was not to feel stubble, or even the peach fuzz so common. Her fingers were in direct contact with her very skin and, as she slid them up to her pussy, she jerked in surprise at the increased sensitivity. Though the ring through her clit was still sore, she couldn't help playing with it. She had seen art pictures of clit piercings before, and other than finding them repulsing, she remembered how small and thin the ring had been. As she lifted hers up, she could see it was much thicker than that, and much larger in diameter. Despite the aching, she found the movement somehow arousing as well, stirring something inside her body she didn't know was there.

Charlotte lifted her dress farther, exposing her nipples and the new metal that adorned them. A flash of humiliation crossed her face again as she saw the rods that had been added at the last minute to compliment the rings. For some reason, the thick rings at the base of her nipples seemed somehow acceptable. Now, with a thick rod running through the middle of her nipples as well, she felt even more controlled. She quickly found she could turn the ring through her nipple and, after some examination, found an ingenious grommet design to her piercing. A sheath of mesh like metal filled the hole, holding it open and allowing the ring to float freely. As she flicked it, she could hear the metal-upon-metal tinkling sound it made. Even that added to her embarrassment. Turning the ring completely through, she could find no seam or method of opening the ring. The thoughts of how permanent the rings were settled deeper into her stomach.

Her thoughts caused her to miss the telltale ruckus created by her friend Samantha as she burst past Charlotte's receptionist and into her office. It was all Charlotte could do to pull down her dress and collect herself before her flamboyant friend stood over her.

"I thought we were going shopping," Samantha asked. Charlotte smiled sheepishly, wondering what her friend had seen. As usual, Samantha had the knowing look of a woman who's been around, her half smile always suggesting she sees more in everybody than most. The problem was, it was always about sex. Charlotte couldn't do much about what her friend had or had not seen, so she sat forward in her desk and tried to act normal.

"I'm sorry, Samantha. I've been so swamped. Can we do it tomorrow?" Her friend smiled, understanding, then sank to a chair to talk.

"You've been awful busy the past month. Between your work and your new boyfriend we never see you!" Charlotte was shocked! She hadn't told anybody she was seeing Marcus. Samantha let her stew for a second, then cut in before she could say anything. "Come on, honey. It's obvious. That glow in your cheeks, the fact that you aren't wearing a bra. You've got sex written all over you!" Charlotte tried to cover her surprise, wondering what else her friend had seen.

"Stop it! I didn't want to jinx it," she said. "Please don't tell Miranda or Carrie. I want to make sure it lasts before I make a big deal." Charlotte tried to remember her old self, and how she always spoke of love and relationship. As the words spilled from her mouth, she found herself thinking of submission and bondage, and the new jewelry now mounted to her body. Samantha took a moment, then nodded.

"Of course. Your secret is safe with me," she said, then leaning in, "So? Is he hot? Do you have a picture?" Charlotte couldn't resist. She was falling in love and she was proud of her handsome man - or master, as she secretly thought. She reached into her desk and pulled out a small picture she had taken from his desk. Charlotte whistled, no doubt thinking nasty thoughts, then handed it back.

"Nice. Does he have a brother?" Charlotte laughed with Samantha, but for different reasons. Despite her friend's promiscuity, she had a feeling that Samantha would be no match for Marcus.

"No, no brother."

"Too bad. Well, I have to run then." Samantha stood up quickly, moving around the desk for a hug. Charlotte moved instinctively, then caught herself, but realized that she couldn't avoid the hug. As the two girls embraced, she could feel her hard nipples and the steel mounted in them pressing against Samantha's chest. But as they parted, Samantha made no comment, and Charlotte, alone again, collapsed in her chair.