At long last, part 3 of the latest into Vanessa's saga. I hope this is enjoyed by all. I will note for those who are fans of my writing that I am planning on taking a break from writing and posting stories for a while. Happy 2022 to all!

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Jason’s 8 hours started at noon. Noon, on the dot.

Since Jason wasn’t technically allowed to have Vanessa prior to clock striking noon, a restriction put in place by Wendy, Matt arranged to drop her off. However, the location of the drop off wasn’t Jason’s house, it was a tattoo and piercing studio just on the outskirts of town.

“You know the rules Jason,” Matt stated as he handed Vanessa off to him, like a man loaning a close friend an expensive tool. “Nothing permanent.”

“Ha, that’s right. Wendy didn’t tell you the exception she made to the rules. I guarantee that nothing I do today will break the limits I put in place with your wife.” Jason said with a smile.

Matt was somewhat concerned about what Wendy had agreed to. However, it was Vanessa that seemed even more concerned. Apart from her ears, she had no piercing and didn’t have any tattoos. She had no idea what was about to happen but she knew that there would be some changes to her body.

Jason led Vanessa inside the studio. Matt considered following them in but figured Jason would protest and instead decided to leave them be. The studio was virtually empty. What appeared to be a small shop from the outside was actually quite a bit large on the inside. A large, muscular man who was covered in tattoos greeted them at the door.

“Is this the girl?” he asked, with a rather deep voice.

“Yes Bob, this is her.” Jason turned as he completed the introduction. “Bob is going to be doing your nipple piercing, slave.”

Vanessa nodded. She could breathe a sigh of relief. She was certain that it would hurt but at least she now knew what was in store for her. The two men led her to the back of the studio. Jason had informed him that he only had a limited amount of time with Vanessa, so Bob had all of his supplies ready. He took a seat on a stool not wasting any time. Vanessa took off her shirt and bra and prepared to sit in the chair.

“My first rule for you, slave, you wear what I want you to wear. In public, you obviously need clothes, but in the back of this shop, you can be completely naked. Strip!” Jason was direct, demanding, without emotion. Vanessa quickly finished removing all of her clothes as soon as he stated his order.

As Vanessa sat in the chair, Bob became disappointed that he had agreed to work on her quickly. She was gorgeous! She sat with her legs slightly separated and he could see her beautiful pussy, obviously wet.

“Focus, Bob.” Jason watched as Bob stopped staring at the naked slave before him and instead went back to his work. He had a process that he followed for every piercing, and he was able finish both piercings in a matter of minutes. Vanessa gritted her teeth as the needle was inserted but overall, the pain was bearable.

Finishing his work, Vanessa was able to stand in front of the mirror and get a good look at her new body. The silver loops adorning her nipples made her amazing breasts stand out even more. She loved them. Jason stood behind her. He moved his hands around her body and cupped underneath her tits, being careful to avoid the sensitive piercings.

“They are the perfect accessory on a perfect slave. This won’t be your last trip here if you are to be my slave,” Jason whispered into her ear. He continued whispering in her ear. When he was finished, Vanessa nodded, then slowly and seductively walked back towards Bob, still naked.

“This slave is forever in debt to you for my nipple piercings. Please accept this to show my gratitude,” Vanessa said passionately to Bob. As she finished, her lips met his. She initiated the kiss, but soon Bob took control. His hands roamed her ass and her wet pussy. She didn’t shy away from his touch.

“I would have had her blow you, Bob, but I have many plans for her today and we should get going,” Jason interrupted their kiss. It lingered for a few more seconds before Vanessa pulled away. Jason ordered her to redress but without the bra and panties, leaving behind a gift for Bob.

They left and started to head back to Jason’s house. Once inside the car, Vanessa was ordered to remove her clothes, again, and to throw them in the back seat. Just like during her 8 hour submission with Wendy and Matt, clothing was unnecessary. As they drove, Jason unzipped his jeans. His cock sprung free and he commanded her to suck it.

“I plan to whip you, slave, when we get home. If you are able to make me cum before this car is parked in my garage, then I might go easy on you. If not, well… we’ll see,” Jason told her as she dropped down on his cock. She immediately started to throat him. She was hoping to use all of her training to get him cum quickly.

Between taking him deep and rapidly fucking his thick rod with her face, she spend the next dozen minutes attempting to get Jason off. Her nipple piercings were starting to rub up against the center console. It was somewhat painful since they were very new but it also served to make her incredibly horny.

She could feel the car making a few more turns and starting to slow, likely going through more residential neighborhoods. She figured they were getting close to his house. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem that close to cumming. Vanessa was succeeding in drooling all over his cock and making it a mess but couldn’t get him to cum. The car took one last turn into the driveway and stopped in the garage before Jason announced that she had failed. He started to close the garage door as Vanessa was ordered inside.

“Don’t feel bad. I didn’t want you to win. You need to feel just how rough being my slave is going to be,” Jason exclaimed.

Before Jason prepared her to be whipped, he explained the position to her. While whipping, she was to be in Inspection, standing with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. However, between whippings, Vanessa was to use one hand to rub her clit and two fingers, from her other hand, inside her pussy.

“When I yell ‘SWITCH’ you immediately move to the other position. If you are late in stopping masturbating, I will hit you harder. If you are late starting to masturbate, you will also be punished,” Jason said, ensuring that she understood every word.

Vanessa stood in the living room of Jason’s house. He grabbed two small bells and placed them on her nipple rings. He explained that he would usually use larger weights, but her piercings needed to heal. Additionally, he informed her that if the bells made a noise while she was being whipped, that meant she moved too much and would need to be punished further. He then blindfolded her.

Jason led her a few steps and then told her to get into Inspection position. Vanessa could hear the blinds being opened directly in front of her. She was certain that she was now in front of the huge open window in his living room, where anyone walking by could see her.

What followed was a long session with the whip. Jason started a bit more lightly, allowing her pale skin to get used to the sensation. He started on her back. Multiple light whips followed by a hard smack. With each hard smack, Jason could hear one or both of the bells. Vanessa was clearly unprepared for the harder impacts. When she failed, Jason made her take the whip in her mouth, holding it there while he would give her bare ass a punishment spanking. After 10 spanks with his bare hand, Vanessa was made to say ‘thank you Master’ before her whipping continued.

After her back, he moved to the backs of her thighs. He repeated the process, except Vanessa was getting better at keeping her body still despite the pain. It wasn’t until he was whipping her thighs that he finally said the magic word.

“Switch.” It surprised her but once she realized she quickly started to play.

This continued for quite a while. As Vanessa would near an orgasm, Jason would have her switch. Her wet fingers from her left hand interlocked with her fingers in her right hand behind her head as the whip once again hit her flesh. Then, Jason switched to hitting her pussy. He was behind her still, the whip flew between her legs centering on her tender pussy lips and clit. He started slowly again, although while he hit her softly, he didn’t permit her to touch herself. It was a far longer, drawn out process this time. Jason took his sweet time whipping his slut. Vanessa did well not to move, to hold the position, to bear the pain.

As he continued, a visitor started to approach the house. Seeing the visitor he invited arrive, Jason began hitting Vanessa even harder.

Fred hadn’t seen his former wife in over a year. There she was. Naked, blindfolded, her nipples pierced, with objects hanging from them, her legs open wide exposing her pussy. Jason was hitting her pussy over and over with a leather whip. In those moments when he stopped whipping her, Vanessa’s hands went from being behind her head to her pussy. One hand rubbing her clit and the other fingering her wet cunt. Fred stood there, halfway to the house, shocked by what he saw. Only when Jason yelled ‘switch’, loud enough for Fred to hear, would Vanessa stop masturbating and allow Jason to resume whipping her pussy.

Fred could see her face and the force of the impact, he could tell that these weren’t light taps, it had to be painful. But she wasn’t objecting or closing her legs. She stood there, exposed to whoever might walk by. It dawned on Fred, Jason hadn’t invited him over to comfort him over the almost one year anniversary of Vanessa leaving him. Jason invited him over to see that he and Vanessa were together.

Just as one might stare at a car crash, Fred couldn’t look away from the scene in front of him. He didn’t leave, but he also couldn’t move any closer. Jason continued his torture of Vanessa. The hits with the whip were now the hardest all day. At times Vanessa screamed, she wasn’t still, the bells were ringing with most hits. Rather than punishing her with a spanking, he just continued to whip his slave. Vanessa was near tears when he finally yelled ‘switch’ once more.

Her legs were shaking as she began to play with her tender clit and pussy. Her lips were swollen as her fingers entered her vagina. Despite the pain, she felt pleasure from her touch. Fred watched as Vanessa, clearly in pain from Jason’s abuse, was now close to orgasm. Jason stepped away and moved to a different room where he called Fred. Fred reluctantly answered as Jason spoke.

“She my slave now. Watch as she cums despite all the abuse I have given her. She willing has given me her body to torture,” Jason stated. Regardless of whether Vanessa would be his after today, he wanted to have his fun.

As the call ended, Fred could see and hear Vanessa beginning to orgasm. It was painful to watch, but it was also the closure he needed after a year.

Jason came back into the room as Vanessa was cumming. Her legs were shaking, and it was difficult to stand. He moved over to her position and grabbed his slut by her hip and her hair, helping to hold her up. He leaned her forward at the waist and told her to put her hands on the window to hold herself up. As she did, she could feel Jason’s hard cock, freshly lubed, against her asshole. She tried not to tense as he penetrated her while pulling off her blindfold. The light was blinding but as her eyes started to readjust, she could see a familiar man, his back turned walking away. Her remainder of her 8 hour session consisted with Jason pounding her ass while she stared out the window, thankful to no longer be on the receiving end of the whip.

It was the next day. Vanessa knelt, naked with a collar directly in front of her.

“She does look amazing with her nipples pierced.” Wendy stated to Jason with Matt nodding in agreement.

On the couch sat Matt and Wendy. Several feet away, Jason sat in Matt’s favorite chair. With her two experiences now complete, Vanessa was given one more order: to pick up the collar in her mouth and to crawl to whom she wanted to be her forever Master or Masters. Vanessa thought for a brief moment, leaning down she picked up the collar, before crawling in the direction of…