My sessions with Pam had become more than a desire to explore the limits of what my body could accept. It had become a game where the score had to rise every time we were together. Because of the intensity of her dominance the periods we were apart had extended to beyond two weeks and the time we were together last was nearly four days. I had to make arrangements to be away from my daily routines because the weekends for us were so long and last month I took an extra day off to recover from the extremely long sessions.

My routine life was now a distraction and our time together was all I desired, as I thought of what she was doing to me I had to accept I had become a SIZE QUEEN! Always there was a secret life for me, dating men was like a normal thing to do. My obsession with enemas and auto-eroticism was how I could accept what had become somewhat boring. The guys I met sometimes wanted to ass fuck me when I didn't respond to their cock in my pussy. Maybe it was my fault, with all the nights alone with my dildos some of them just could not fill her up! When they found my ass was just as loose they often had ideas that I wanted more than a few fingers inside. This could get our of hand because they were much bigger than me and after a few drinks or whatever it was hard to resist, I never thought saying NO was a good idea after these guys had busted their nut and I really, still wanted more.

So even then I admit I was a size queen. I had no idea what Pam fucking me would do to my pussy and ass. We always were in rooms that had been specially set up for the sex sessions. I didn't know if it was the same room or different locations because it was so dark that I couldn't see all the walls. There would be a small cot to sleep on when the drugs and exertion took their toll.

I had begun to suspect that we were not alone on the lost weekends and last week Dr. Johns stepped out of the darkness to assist Pam for the climax on the fourth day. He must have been there all along because he was directing her and controlled the rest of session.

My nipple rings were healing well after eight weeks, Pam had begun hanging weights from them that would make the holes in my tits stretch enough that she was also pushing urethral sounds through and said it was time to go shopping for larger rings.

My body had recovered again; it had been two weeks since we were in that dark room together. For several days after I had to be careful not to eat any thing that wouldn’t pass easily through my bowels to avoid irritating the lining of my abused ass. I would play with my pussy during the first days and had a collection of various sized solid glass balls, from marbles to golf ball diameter that I would try to hold inside me as I returned to my routines. It had become a little game I played if I wore a skirt or loose pants trying to avoid the embarrassment of having one fall out into my panties. Discreetly reaching to my crotch to quickly push them back in was probably not as discreet as I thought. Oh, well guys were always grabbing their crotches to adjust their package. Why couldn’t I?

Friday afternoon I waited for Pam at the commuter train stop I always used and got into the back of the van with her. As always the curtain was pulled so I could not see who drove or where we were. After a few turns to get me lost the van stopped and it was very quiet. Pam said we were not going to the sex room but were going to go to shop in the village and then a late night party after dining.

Wow, I thought, this was going to be like a real date!

Pam then pulled a suitcase from the behind the seats and said she had something I would like very much.

I had worn a tight pair of cut off shorts and an even tighter tank top. Waiting at the station like this was always a trip because single men would assume I was trying to get picked up and would become very aggressive. As it got dark, there were three guys that had been out playing ball, I assumed, they had duffel bags and bats. Pam was later than I expected and the guys were really getting fresh, pinching and tugging at my protruding nipple rings while teasing me by pushing the bat up against my pussy. It was getting late, and with no one riding the trains these guys had me in quite a vulnerable position. One guy was putting his fingers in my mouth to make me gag and not scream. The other guy had my nipple rings in his fingers and was pulling me down, I had to struggle to keep my balance and not fall off those damned heels Pam insisted I wear. The third guy was getting close to jamming the knob on the baseball bat into my cunt when Dr. Johns and Pam honked their horn and asked, “Can I help you guys?” They ran off and as I stood up I realized the bat was in my cunt…they had left it there! Pam and the Doc were laughing at me.

Doc said, “Aren’t you getting in?”

Pam replied, “It looks like you already she already got it in!”

So Pam opened the case and said they had picked out an outfit for me to wear and would I take those sluttish clothes off. She opened a box to reveal four large glass balls, bigger than mine and a smooth steel rod with large balls on both ends. The rod was over six inches long and the balls were as big as tennis balls and shiny steel as well. It must have weighed ten pounds as Pam handed it to me and said, ‘I hope you have cleaned out your bowels today.” I said, “You know I am always clean for you.”

She said to bend over the seat and one by one the balls were pushed into my cunt. Pam would press her mouth into my cunt and inflate my vagina to make room for each new ball. I was surprised how easily the fourth one fit in me, I knew that walking would be nearly impossible to keep them inside and obviously anyone could hear them clicking together inside me. The butt plug was next; this was really loud as the ball on the end was banging on the top ball, deep in my cunt.

Pam said not to move, she had a leather garter belt or G-string to tighten around my waist and the crotch strap was pulled up into my crack. The strap was padded heavily with a large pad that filled and parted my labia and the ball on the end of the dildo fit into a crevice at my ass. I realized holding the heavy balls inside me was not going to be a problem.

Pam had me stand up in the van and tugged the straps even tighter. I had trouble getting my feet together at first with all the weight trying to push out against the strap. She then hung a pair of weights on my nipple rings and said, “Let’s go dancing!”

From the case she produced a mini skirt that looked like an elastic band and a string bikini bra, all in glittering silver. The heels she gave me were even higher that the ones I had on. I thought, “Am I going shopping like this?”

When the van stopped next we got out into a crowded street and stepped into a tattoo and piercing parlor. Pam said the piercing would be later, for now we had an appointment with the King of Ink.

I met the King and his name clearly was from all the ink on his body. He said not to worry, he only needed a few minutes to put the design Pam requested on me. I lay back on the table and could see in a ceiling mirror they were pulling my skirt and bra off. King then began marking circles from my crotch to six inches on either side of my navel, he then drew straight lines to just below each nipple.

When he was done, I had what looked like shoe laces crossing my belly, from my cunt to my hips at my waist going through large grommets. He was really an artist the laces looked like fine ropes. From my hips was a larger rope to my nipples and a large ink ring around my areoles and then the rope formed a V to just above my navel and there I had big ink ball hanging from what appeared to be my tits!

WOW!!! So much for being subtle at the pool in a bikini….the guys are really going to hassle me now.

One of the piercing technicians was measuring my labia lips, pulling them past the leather G-string. He said to Pam, “She can easily take four, 10 gauge on each side but leave enough space between them for future rings after she stretches out. You should take four 6 gauge rings for the second piercing.” He handed me a bag with all 16 rings, it must have weighed several pounds. The tech said, “Don’t worry about how heavy it is, you’ll be amazed at how much your lips will stretch!”

“You said she was ready for heavier nipple rings”, as he pulled on them and slid a measuring cone into the holes. “She can take at least double what is there, even as big as 8 gauge. Did you want the big hoops; I think they may not fit under her little bra.”

The tech easily put the massive rings into my tits and then used a small torch and solder to lock them into my body.

He then said. “I can do the small rings in her lips and nostrils now if you want. Just remember no blow jobs for a week!” Before I knew what to expect he had the forceps on my mouth and nose and then I had rings in my face. He then said, "Wait a second we forgot the tongue stud! Open up and stick it out". He quickly grabbed my tongue in the forcepts and had punched a hole for a barbell he screwed tight and welded. "Well I think you can add solid food to the list of No, No's I gave you".

Pam said, “The Doc will pay. Now, let’s go party!”