Descent of a No-Limits Sub

After George had finished with me and threw me to the ground in a huff, I lay there exhausted for a moment. My rest was very brief. Susan reached down and gripped around my collar, and began to drag me to the next room.

Once inside this room, I saw a kind of surgical table with some holsters and a stainless steel table with several metal and rubber implements on it. Susan and George took very little time locking me into the chair as Susan began to explain. "Toy? I think we'll call you Toy, that makes the most sense. Now we're going to begin your first session of modifications. We'll do this from time to time, but we'll only use this room on special occasions such as today. To prepare you, you'll be receiving several tattoos and piercings in key locations on your body, as well as some bondage items. We'll begin with your head, then proceed to your Chest, Arms, legs, and privates." She leaned in close. "Once we're done, if you'd like to ask us for more and get some extra credit, it may be arranged."

I felt my cock trying to leak precum as my arousal spiked, of course, nothing made it past the sound. "Yes Mistress!" I said, nearly chipper in my excitement. Fear had been completely absorbed by my arousal at my personal fantasy kink becoming true.

First George appeared with a piercing gun. With a large gauge needle he pierced my septum suddenly without any time for me to prepare. Immediately I yelped in pain as he applied a salve. Right away he inserted a large nose ring hoop into this new piercing and closed the loop. He took a pair of pliers and pinched some element of the ring, I'm sure making it much more difficult to remove. The ring was about 1/3rd of an inch thick and had a diameter of about an inch and a half. When it rested it sat just above my upper lip, I could reach up and touch it with my tongue. He continued with the piercings, piercing both of my ears and putting simple studs into them. He laughed, "We'll probably have you in hoop earrings most of the time." Finally, he forced my tongue out of my mouth and held it next to a plastic sort of attachment that went under my tongue. It didn't force it to not move, but it did make it much easier to see and manipulate. He gave me another thick piercing in the front of my tongue. However, to my surprise, as the blood stopped, he didn't produce a gauge, but more of a spool looking pierce of metal. He inserted it into the hole, working it in, then aligning the piercing gun again he made several punches into the metal portion of the spool. Each felt like a needle being inserted and locked into my tongue, as that's what had happened. "Congratulations, I've just given you you're first, truly permanent alteration. That little spool will be in your tongue for the rest of your life." He smiled gripping my jaw. He produced a mirror and showed it to me. True to his word, my tongue now had a small metal circle with a 1/4th of an inch lip around it about an inch from the end of my tongue. Speaking with a lisp, I said, "Thank you thsir!" The pain was shocking, but not overwhelming. Clearly the pain was just a byproduct of the changes they were making, not the point.

Susan cooed, "Excellent work, you get the next items ready while I start on the tattoos." Susan brought up a tattoo gun and began connecting it with my skin. She started with some markings on my eyelids, and after changing the cartridge did some tattooing on my cheeks. It was painful, but Tim had always had a very high pain tolerance. She came to his tongue, and began to give him a tattoo right on his tongue above the piercing he'd just received. This seemed like the largest so far. She produced the mirror. Tim had some subtle eyeshadow and blush on his cheeks, some permanent makeup. But his tongue had the most concerning thing. A tattooed black padlock looked back at him with a "1" making up the untattooed portion of his tongue. "This isn't a designation of YOUR number, but rather a designation of how many times we've had you in this specific chair and upgrading your alterations. Once this tattoo fades, you'll be back in this chair. Unfortunately tongue tattoos never last very long.

They retrieved the tongue-guide and removed the head-strap that had held his head still. George returned with the piercing gun, quickly piercing both of his small nipples, again placing metal rings into both. These were at least smaller than the one in his nose and mouth. He completed a similar piercing in his bellybutton, but this was just a stud. Tim had always been proud of how slim he kept himself, which made the piercings pop even more. The amount of pain and changes he'd experienced had dulled his overall experience of the pain, but his head was starting to swim with coping with the pain. George and Susan spoke softly for a moment, I was hazy, but it sounded like they were discussed amongst themselves whether they'd want to develop my breasts into more feminine tits. Susan brought the tattoo gun to my left pectoral and spent a good hour tattooing the word "TOY" above my heart in thick black letters.

As Susan began getting the chair adjusted so she'd have access to my cock and ass, George tended to the simple additions to my arms and legs. Four thick cuffs were attached to my arms and ankles that were easily a fully inch thick and must have weighed 10 lbs each. He could already tell it would be much hard to move his arms. These didn't have padlocks, but seemed to have an internal locking mechanism with an extremely small keyhole? Perhaps they were even just mechanical locks. 

Susan began with the tattoos on my pelvis. I had always sexualized bondage, surrender of control, and denial - and this felt like a wet dream, the pleasure was incredible, even though in the back of my mind i could feel a subtle panic raising up. Looking down, I saw the newest tattoo - "WORTHLESS" Above my cock in thick black letters. A simple ass tattoo of "TOY" on my right buttcheek was next. "We've considered branding, but they never look like we want them too once they heal." She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As I had been flipped onto my stomach, she began on the most challenging tattoo of all, my asshole. With my asshole still distended by the plug, the skin immediately around it was thin, pulled tight. Once they were done, they held the mirror beneath me for me to look down. A simple chain graphic now surrounded my asshole with the word "PERMA-PLUGGED" surrounded the chain. I found myself crying to my own surprise at the pain once they were done.

"All that's left is the piercings!" Susan said cheekily, as George came forward. I was given four quiche piercings right on my taint in a simple square, with steel studs. They delicately removrd the sound and took off my chastity cage. Then game me a prince Albert piercing. I nearly screamed in pain and pleasure as they pierced my manhood, my cock was well and truly hard for the first time since they started. "This thing is pathetic!" He laughed, flicking it with his finger. "I'll get some ice, we'll need you flaccid for this next part." They produced a new chastity cage that had an interesting design. It had a curved, shell like shape, and as the put it on, I felt harsh spikes pinch against the top length of it - the prince Albert piercing kept in locked to the tip of the cage. After it was attached, it was connected to the front two of the quiche piercings and then two more piercings in his pubic mound made the next anchor points. "There, now if you get horny, there will be consequences." George said, looming. He replaced the sound again, but this time it was more elastic and seemed much longer. Once he had inserted it all the way, he held a small black orb that was connected to it and pumped. I threw my head back in pain and confusion as I felt something change deep inside my body, I felt so badly that I had to piss. "You dont control when you pee anymore, we do, but that will make sure you always feel like you have to and keep you nice and obedient. Susan and I are in agreement that your ass will be our primary training goal. So that plug won't do."

He returned with a plug that looked like a mechanical wonder, it had several rubber and steel elements that all seemed to have different features. As he removed the previous plug and inserted the new one, I felt my asshole be stretched far beyond what I was used to. I nearly panicked, until I felt my asshole find the flared base and get some relief. As they should me my own asshole in the mirror I could scarcely believe how wide it was. Even though it definitely felt wider than ever-before. George manipulated something on his phone and I screamed in surprise. I felt the flared based and the body of the buttplug pinch together fiercely. Where they last plug seemed to lock itself by just growing larger, this one seemed to pinch itself to create a seal. "This is the training your ass will receive whenever I'm not using you." He pressed another button, and I felt the length of the dildo begin punching into me, ramming against my prostate while the flared base began massaging out my asshole with consistent, waves of expansion.

"It hurts!!! It hurts too..." I started yelling, fearful as I saw the dildo literally push up and be visible though my stomach at the same time, my cock got hard and the spike hit it, as my prostate milked an orgasm out of me and I spilled cum onto the floor. It was the best orgasm of my life so far, then though cumming with the sound in and open was such a new experience..

Now that the majority of my changes were done, they undid the restraints and let me stand up to become adjusted to my new body. My arms felt heavy, walking a challenge. My tongue felt heavy and swollen in my mouth. I had be remade for sex and sex alone. Susan spoke. "You will only get seldom chances to be in this room and get changes. It could be more than a year until that tatto fades. If you want to please us, and go further today, you have to beg us for it. We've got all the time in the world if this was too much for you." She said, testing Tim.

Tim had been thinking about this for some time. He'd always hated his name. And now, Toy felt better. He just wanted to be Toy, that's all he'd ever wanted to be, and now he was. As he felt another orgasm being nurtured from his consistent violation her came to a decision. 

Getting on his hands and knees he crawled to Susan and George and kissed both of their feet. He fondled his nipples, felt the plug in his ass as he spoke. "Master, Mistress, your toy is here at your disposal. I adore the changes you've made to me, but I fear you have been much too kind to me." Trembling he continued. "I need more restriction, more punishment, I- no It, won't be satisfied until I am useless. Please, do so much, you're sure your toy regrets begging you like this." As he spoke he fondled George's cock and sniffed at Susan's crotch, although she seemed disgusted at the idea of him being close to her sex.

"Well said." Susan said, grabbing the back of my hair.

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Another 3 hours later, I earnestly regretting begging. They had exceeded my expectations and tears streamed down my fast. Now, on my forehead was "TOY" tattooed in. They had produced a strange kind of gag that hooked into the hole in my tongue and held my teeth into it with some kind of suction. There was a tube in it that they said they could feed me through, it made it completely impossible to open my mouth already, but they'd added insult to injury. 7 piercings past my top and bottom lips, held staple like piercings that made it entirely impossible to even open my lips. They had already demonstratedd to me that they could attached a tube to the gag between my pressed lips to feed me. "We'll open that to let you speak sometimes, but I'm sure you can tell by how much of a hassle that will be, it will be rare. You're so worthless, i dont even want to let you try to give me oral, but im sure george will want to fuck your throat sometimes." Susan said. She had become a woman possessed after Toy had begged like he had. Her breathing had become ragged.

They'd connected his nose ring to his collar with a small silver chain, and his nipple rings to the same collar. They'd purposely made them just a touch short so that Toy would be forced to hunch just a tiny bit and keep his head down. In addition they'd Tattooed their own names on his back just above his ass like tramp stamps.

They'd injected my tits with some strange liquid which currently made them feel hot. They said it was the first of many injections. They given him another couple injections around his asshole.

Two nice, thick, long chain had been attached to both of his wrist and ankle cuffs. He would be able to move comfortably still, but the heaviness would be a challenge.

Now that he'd been further modified they took him out the chair and made him kneel down in front of them. "Welcome to your new life Toy!" They said with a jeering tone, and both of them spit on my face laughing. The plug in my ass brought me to orgasm as the same time and I shuddered in shame and overwhelming sensations. Worth. Every. Penny. I hummed in ecstasy.