The savage

The savage.

When roleplaying go wrong

The mistress stepped into the basement cell where the slavegirl was held.

She have been brought down there and chained by neck and legs after one weeklong ordeal of piercing and tattooing that have left her completely shocked and bewildered. Barely conscious and blindfolded she had been strapped into a chair and gagged. She had no idea where she had been or who had done this assault on her body.  The shock had not abated when she found herself in a chained in what looked like a medieval torture chamber.

Fettered to the middle of the floor by a short chain locked to irons round her ankles, and with her arms bound together by a leather contraption holding her arms bound wrist to elbow behind her back she had been unable to raise herself up into a sitting position. Ending up lying on her side on the painted concrete floor.

A pool of saliva have formed under her chin, the massive gag in her mouth came with a rather large hole that had left her drooling on the floor while she had been unconscious.

Wondering about her whereabouts and what actually have happened to her aching body she tossed her entangled hair out of her face and attempted to inspect what had been down to her.

The movement made her realise that her neck were covered by what she thought was a very high posture collar, yet one that was strangely unyielding.

She were distraught in finding that she had been completely covered by tattoos all the way down to the feet. Not able to see her own head she could not know what her face looked like, but she feared the worst since the sensitive skin of her face that still ached from the work done by the needle.

Some were graphic patterns, but on the chest, stomach and thighs there were also symbols of magical beasts from a mythology she were unable to identify.

In addition she also have also received a number of piercings, trough the lips but also the labret, multiple tragus piercings with bars, plus rings trough the areola of her breasts.

The rings of the breasts had gotten further embellished by odd jewellery that looked like long ornamented bars made from a brass-like metal with a set of faintly chiming pendants  hanging by the end.

But the one she considered to be the worst were the large golden ring in her septum making her think she must look like a savage. And even though she this were in fact the exact purpose.

She hear the rattling of locks on the heavy door. And in steps her female lover that she had a fabulous weekend affair with the previous month.

She were dressed in a long white gown, as if she had just arrived from a formal reception. But she immediately removed it and revealed what she had beneath. A piece of leather gear that barely covered her breasts and the sides of her torso only held together by two wide leather straps leaving the stomach open and only uniting to cover her crotch region. In one hand a cane suddenly appeared, swinging back and forth as she continued to speak.

'Now see here, you have finally awakened and you really look like a fantastic piece of art don't you.' She said with a her head cocked to the side, and the slow slurry speech of someone who were somewhat tipsy.

'I have been partying all night to celebrate your return to me, you did fine in our domination games some weeks back. But now the time has come to play a very different game.'

She bent down and inspected the body, poking her with the cane, grinning when the poor captive twitched and whimpered in fear.

'I guess you wonder about all the modifications I let my kinky tattoo and piercing do to you.

The purpose is simple, to set the stage for the roleplaying game we're going to play together down here for a long time. Now that I am a lesbian, did not stop me from this idea that that you are a savage woman of a tribe that have killed both my husband and my children.'

With the tone of a lecturer she continued to speak while walking around the dungeon. As she would touching the various instruments of torture, racks, whips and a very small looking cage with her free hand.

'I could not come up with one good idea what kind of savage you were supposed to be, but I guess you're some kind of dangerous cannibal.

In the end I came up with the great idea of combining the most delightful elements from several cultures. So you got the tattooed face of a Maori, combined with a ringed neck collar fashioned in the same way as the Karen longnecks in South-east Asia. Though yours comes with some interesting additions. First there are rings front and back so you can be chained, and secondly there's a lever to the side that acts as one garrotte so that I can strangle you if you ever would try to resist.'

She continued while a leer or malicious intent spread on her face.

”And I will do anything in my power to exacting my revenge on you for that horrible murder of my family. There will never be a tender moment, only one endless stretch of suffering for you, day by day, night after night!”