A Perfect Specimen - Part 6

Author: DogSlave
Title: A Perfect Speciman - Part 6
Date: 18 October 2009

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Part 6

I watched as my Master walked out the door and left James and Teddy in charge. They immediately started to whisper to one another. They brought in the Masters special bondage chest and set it in the middle of the living room. They started to go through the large chest to see what kind of new devices Master had left for them to play with. They were not sure what they were going to do quite yet but they placed the muzzle on me and secured my ankles to the back of my thighs so I was once again on all fours and told to remain completely still while they decided what torture they were going to concoct to get me back for all the horrible things that I had done to them. I thought by now they would have been over it but I saw in their eyes that they were going to love the next week. As they rumbled through the contents of the chest, they found a letter from my Master. It was a list of various modifications to be performed to me during my sentence as a slave. The list was very detailed and contained on the back was a list of telephone numbers of certain specialist to help in my modifications. Master had mentioned to James and Teddy that they were allowed to use the list of numbers to perform any of the modification they saw fit. I heard James and Teddy decide to enlist the professionals needed to complete items three, six and nine on the list. I had no idea what was about to happen but James and teddy took out there cell phones and started dialing the numbers. While we waited for the specialist to show James and Teddy decided to take out the muzzle in my mouth to watch me eat a bowl full of kibbles and bits. They poured the kibbles in my doggy bowl and told me that I had one minute to finish the contents of the bowl. I was going to protest to tell them that Master lets me have more time to finish my food and right I was about to speak I was kicked in the face by James. “Who gave you permission to speak – now finish your food.” I picked my self up off the floor and planted my face in the food. I could not bend my neck because of the steel collar, but I immediately began to suck down all the food I could in the minute provided. I was almost done with the contents of the bowl when James shouted that my time was up. There were only four pieces of dry food left but James seemed very annoyed that I had not finished. He kicked me in the face once again. My cheek was now throbbing as I laid there on my side. From the corner of my eye I saw James walking over with a funnel gag that he pulled out of the chest. He placed it in my mouth and helped me sit up so I again was on all fours. He unzipped his plants and started pissing down the funnel. I had to drink his piss to avoid suffocating. I gulped down every lost drop as both he and Teddy stood there laughing at me. They then took out some pills from the chest, mixed them with some water and poured it down my funnel. Within about half an hour, I lost all feeling in my body. I was still awake and my brain was able to conceive what was going on around me but I could not move my body. They had obviously drugged me with some sort of heavy dose of muscle relaxers. I stayed on all fours and thought my plan of asking these guys to release me was out of the question. Next thing I heard was the door bell. Teddy opened the door and there were two very large me at the door covered in tattoos and carrying a large black briefcase. These must have been the “specialist” they called from my Masters list to begin my new modifications. I was extremely nervous as to what was about to happen to me. The two men started to lay down a table cloth on the coffee table in front of me. Then one of the men unlocked his black briefcase and asked James and Teddy if they had given me the drugs as requested. James and Teddy responded by telling them that they had not only given me the pills, they upped the dosage a little. Next thing I knew a huge smile wrapped around both of their faces. James and Teddy were then instructed to place a pair of headphones on my leather encased mask so I would no longer be able to hear “the plan.” They wanted me to see what was happening to me only as it was happening. I would have no warning as to what was about to happen. Teddy took out the headphones and hooked it up to the stereo system and popped in some super loud heavy metal music. The music filled my head. My heart started to race as I watched the men start laying out various tools along the coffee table. There was a large bottle of rubbing alcohol, a tattoo machine, a serious of various needles and other metal contraptions. I had no idea what they were about to do to me but I did not like the look of the tools. I tried to protest and run but my body did not respond. Next thing I knew one of the guys removed the funnel from my mouth and placed it back in the chest. He then reached for a large needle with a large curve so it was in the shape of a C. I saw him get closer to me. He was staring right up the two nose holes that I was breathing through in my leather hood. Next thing I knew I felt a small prick in the middle of my septum. The gentleman then retuned to the table to grab a very large steel ring. I tied to stare down at what he was doing and from the corner of my eye, I watched him start to remove the metal needle from my septum while inserting the huge metal ring. The metal ring went through one nose hole, through the middle of my septum and out the other nose hole. While I could still breathe through my nose, it was now very difficult to get enough air because of the steel ring taking up a good portion of the nose holes created as part of the hood.

I was really starting to worry as to what was going to happen to me next as there was still a table full of supplies. James and Teddy were just sitting on the couch watching these two men make a mess of my life and my face. My leather hood was now secured to me by a whole new attachment that ran right through the center of my nose. I could not feel the effect of what was happening because of the drugs but I was worried nonetheless. As the music blasted in my ears the sounds began to enter my whole body. I was one big nightmare. Next thing I new, one of the gentlemen slapped my hood and placed in finger in front of my eyes. He was yelling at me but I could not hear a word he was saying but it became obvious that he wanted me to focus on his work and what he was doing to me. I then watched him walk back over to the table and grab a sharp metal cylinder. He held the cylinder in front of my eyes so I could see the center of the cylinder was hollow. The cylinder was about the size of a straw. He walked back to the table, grabbed a small piece of metal and a pair of pliers. All that was going through my head is what the hell is he going to do to me next and what could he possible need pliers for? As he walked back toward me, he grabbed a cotton ball, dipped it in the rubbing alcohol and rubbed it on my philtrum (the area above my upper lip and below my nose). He then took the metal cylinder and I watched him press it against my philtrum and start to turn the sharp end very slowly. I tried to see what he was doing but could not see much from the angle. I did see a few drops of blood hit the floor. I then watched as he move the metal cylinder all the way through my philtrum and I felt the cylinder press up against my gums. Did he really just shove that tube through a part of my face? I began to tear as the fear engulfed my body. He then removed the cylinder and shook the tub until the small piece of what used to be a part of my face dropped out in the bowl he had placed on the floor next to him. He held the bowl in front of my eyes so I could see the piece that he had removed from my face. The other guy and Teddy were asked to help in this process. They walked over each holding a pair of small metal pliers. They each grabbed my lip with the pliers. One grabbing the left side and the other the right and they pulled out my lip. I could now look down and see what was going on. I looked down and saw some blood on my upper lip and saw that I now had a hole right through the center of my philtrum. The gentleman then grabbed the small metal cylinder and placed it through the center of the hole. He took his pliers and began to squeeze the cylinder on both sides to fold down the metal against the outside and inside of my upper lip. The piece was now secure and unable to be removed. He rubbed some more rubbing alcohol on the inside and outside of the new metal cylinder in my philtrum. The taste in my mouth was awful but that was the least of my worries at this point. Teddy and the other guy then released my lip. I took a huge deep breath to try to relax but before I knew it the gentleman was returning with yet another needle and a new pair of pliers. He reached in my mouth and grabbed my tongue with the pliers. As he pulled my tongue out of my mouth, I looked down past his hand and saw that he was inserting the needle through the middle of my tongue. He then walked back to the table and grabbed a small metal bar about an inch long. On one end was a large metal ball and on the other was the same size ball with a small chain attached that was about two to three inches long. He unscrewed the ball and chain on the top of the cylinder and slid it up through the new hole in my tongue. Once through the hole he screwed on the top part with the ball and chain. He then grabbed a small wet towel and wrapped it around my tongue. I thought he was trying to wipe up some of the blood but then I realized the real intent. He took out small blow torch and opened my mouth wide. He then inserted a metal device in my mouth to keep it wide opened. He began to insert the flame in my mouth to sauder the top of the metal ball onto the cylinder so it could never be removed. Once the saudering was complete, he removed the wet towel and poured some ice water into my mouth to cool down the metal. I swallowed every last drop of water as I was extremely thirsty at this point. The gentleman then took the chain located at the end of the ball in the center of my tongue and fed it through the hole in my philtrum and attached it to the steel ring that went through my septum. All three modifications were now connected together. I began to become super woozy and everything in the room started to spin. There must have been something in that ice water that I drank.

Next thing I knew, I began to feel someone shaking my head. I am not sure how long I was out but I started to come to. I felt super groggy and had an excruciating headache. For some reason I could not open my eyes all the way as they felt extremely swollen and painful. For the first time I felt all of my new modifications. My tongue was so swollen from the new piercing that I could barely move it in my mouth. Also, the weight from the new ring in my nose was excruciatingly painful. I looked around the room and saw that the two men that were there earlier were now gone. James began to tell me that I was asleep for five hours but there was not one minute wasted while I was asleep. He began to explain what happened to me while I was sleeping.

“See slave, while you were asleep we decided to make a few more modifications. Master had mentioned to me before he left that he was very frustrated with the small portion of skin that showed around your eyes when not covered by your blindfold. He wanted it to match the rest of your black leather suit so we had a tattoo specialist tattoo the area around your eyes so that they were now surrounded by black ink. He had some trouble with your eyelids but was able to work through that as well. Good thing you were passed out because I am sure the pain would have been unbearable. Once again, just another permanent modification to be added to your list of improvements. As you know, your tongue and nose are now linked together with a small chain. This chain will be removed only if master needs to insert something deep you your throat otherwise it will remain in place at all times. This will prevent you from sticking out your tongue too much since it would basically apply pressure on your nose ring – causing increased pain beyond just he everyday weight of the ring. Talk about a huge challenge. I am not sure you realize but since you have no use of your hands, can’t bend your neck and really solely on your tongue in order to scoop up the food in your bowl I can only imagine how you are going to be able to eat your food in the time permitted by your Master, but I wish you the nest of luck with that task. Don’t worry we will be sure to practice before Master returns. Now let’s talk a little bit more about the tongue pierce. The size of the permanent balls attached to the metal cylinder running through the center of your tongue will hinder your speech for the rest of your life. The final link is the new chain you have attached to your nose adding even more weight to the already heavy steel ring. This chain has been permanently attached with a lead that runs down to the belt around your waste. It has been carefully measured so you will never again be able to lift your head beyond a 90 degree angle without risking ripping an even larger hole right through your nose. I am sure the pain if you ever attempt to look up will prevent you from ever coming close to actually ripping the steel ring out of your nose. You see slave, we have now completed modifications three, six, and nine for your Master. I hope you can only imagine what the other modifications on the list hold in store for you.”

James began to laugh at me and the new torture he had put me through but from the corner of my eye I saw Teddy on the couch with a straight face. What was going through his mind as he watched my pain form all the new modifications? Was this my chance to try to ask him for my freedom? Was it even worth asking for my freedom? I had no idea if my bonds could even be removed and now I knew that I would forever have black tattoos around my eyes and a huge hole in my face. And even if there was a way for me to somehow remove my collar, I would have to cut through the huge steel ring in my nose. And what if I was reading Teddy wrong. I could not imagine what my punishment would be like. But I am not sure that I can endure whatever additional modifications are on Masters list. These first three that Teddy and James picked out are bad enough. All these questions, I could not get my thoughts straight. I did not know what to do. Finally, I saw James appear again from the kitchen with another bowl of Kibbles and Bits. He wants me to eat Kibbles again. Master only made me eat Kibbles once a week and this will be the second time in the same day. And how the hell was I supposed to eat with a swollen tongue that could not reach beyond my lips without yanking on my nose ring. James placed the food on the floor and said that he felt like he was in a good mood considering all the new improvements that he had completed so he was going to allow me five minutes to finish my bowl of food to avoid more punishment or perhaps additional modifications. The clock was ticking so I plowed my face into the bowl and began to suck up the food like a giant vacuum cleaner. There was no way for me to chew the food so I swallowed the pieces whole. My stomach started to grumble but my technique was working. I was almost done with my food and had about a minute to spare but the last few pieces were near impossible to get. I could not fit my whole face in the bowl and di not have the sucking power to get the last few pieces without the use of my tongue. I tried to move my tongue and immediately felt the pain in my nose. The pain was so unbearable that I almost lost cautiousness. I hit the bowl with my forehead to knock the last few pieces on the floor. I sucked them up and was down with 30 seconds to spare. Man was that close but at least I finished my food. James began to clap and congratulated me for finishing my food in the allotted amount of time. He then started yelling and said that Master would not allow me to spill my food on the floor in order to meet the goal of finishing every last piece of Kibbles in the allotted time.

“I am sorry slave but you are disqualified and you will be punished until you figure out a better way to finish you food. Now, while I think of your punishment here is a fresh bowl of Kibbles and Bits for you. You have 4 minutes to finish this bowl without spilling it on the floor.”

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