"It is time for the marking," the priest announced, as her Master reached for the porcelain bowl, reaching first for the ball gag. Her teeth bit down on the hard rubber, her eyes looking up at Him pleadingly, encouragingly. The needle was still warm from the sterilization under a flame as He picked it up, His other hand gripping her breast, squeezing it to hold the nipple firmly in place. Her groan filled the air as the razor sharp point pierced her sensitive flesh, her body arching slightly as her eyes widening with the pain. He released the needle, letting it stay there, stretching out the newly made hole as He reached for its mate. Again her muffled scream announced her discomfort as her other nipple was pierced through.
Her eyes shone with tears, clouding her sight, but her nipples throbbed so...deliciously. The pain radiated through her body, a pleasant ache as the endorphins began to flow through her system. Then she felt the first needle being pulled completely through...and now something else was pushing through her nipple. She felt the thicker cross section of the ring, the same pure decorative gold as a wedding band, diamond encrusted like her choker. Then the other needle was removed, making room for the ring\'s twin. She had her wedding ring, two even, three. None of them in the standard location...but this was hardly a standard wedding.