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When we walked out of that shop, I felt as if I jumped back into the normal world that I was used to. Yet the world I'm used to doesn't seem as welcoming as before. Little things pop out at me all over, feeling wrong now. Nothing has changed in the world before me. It's me that's changed.

Like when my Master returns to his car, a beat up Toyota Camry of all things, I get an urge to open his door for him to hop in. Taking care not to overstep my bounds I don't do it, but I distinctly feel like I want to for him. Then when he asks what's wrong I have to talk it out as he has seemed incredibly easy going and understanding so far.

He doesn't laugh it off but he does find it funny as he tells me, "You're not a servant, Ray. Sure, you're my slave, yes, but that does not mean that you have to get a door for me or anything. If you want to do something like that, do it. I'll tell you if I don't like something you do, but I won't force anything on you. I'm not like that."

He's so confident all the time with all of this, and I barely have a grasp of anything. The shop we just left really put things in perspective for me and just how out of my depths I am with him. "So I can act how I want to Master? You won't get mad if I do something wrong or anything?"

He's driving but he notices my tone as he pulls into the left lane to slow down behind the cars. "Okay tell me what's really bothering you Ray. You're acting strange since we left that store. I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"Just some things I saw in there are running through my head. I didn't know half of that stuff existed. Before you I knew there were such things as kinks but I never stopped to consider it all before. Seeing all of that. Well it kinda made me aware of exactly how little I know."

Feeling his paw grip my thigh I get a little comfort from the contact. Smiling over at him in silent thanks for the comfort as he explains. "I understand that Ray, I really do. I can't say I was ever the same way, as I was brought up with a demon for a mother. But I still experienced all this for the first time too. So I'll tell you this straight up. Tell me 'no' right upfront, if something's not right for you. I'm breaking you in fast only because I can feel your aura for this life. If I go too far I need you to tell me before it really does go too far, understood?"

"No it's not that side of things that I have concerns with. You see the ocelot in there Jack I think. He showed me a few items that I'm worried about." That's not exactly right but I can't get the words out.

"Ohh," Looking over I see his ears are red as he grins. "He showed you some of my history didn't he?"

Studying my hooves I gulp out a little "Yes, Master."

"Do you know what my greatest kink is in sex Slave?" Still looking down I shake my head. "I expect an answer when I ask a question like this Slave."

Shocked by his newly resumed, dominant tone I actually look up startled, only to see him smiling at me. "Sorry, Master. No I don't." We haven't really spoken much about his list yet but as I don't know my own either, I can't be all that surprised.

"I didn't think you would guess it. I don't tell all that many people exactly what my kink is. Steve knows but as he was the one who taught me to be a dominant he remains one of the few furs I've ever submitted for. So, I had to tell him. Bonded as we are, I have to tell you or with what you saw it may affect our future relationship, cause I'm guessing he showed you his whipping videos. Am I right?"

Nodding my head I don't forget to be verbal either. "Yes, Master. I guess I just never imagined you ever getting that violent as I hadn't seen that side of you before so I got kind of scared off by it. I also wasn't really sure how to broach the topic either."

His fur tickles my leg as he rubs a bit harder. "I bet it would have. You see, Jack loves pain. He eagerly signs up for an all day flogging session and on that day I was happy to be on film with him, giving a demonstration on technique and limits. With my ability I can also show errors in a very harsh way. He loved the couple of sessions we did like that. It was some good money for both of us too but it helps other people with their kinks. That's where mine comes in."

"My kink list is a mile long, but the main kink I have is in how I love giving my submissive's enjoyment in what I do to them. That doesn't always mean they enjoy it in the moment however. It may be a day later when they come to the realization that what I did, was exactly what they wanted. I get great pleasure from that Ray. Not to say I don't get pleasure from other things but that one is my overriding kink. I can't do something if I know my partner won't enjoy it."

He turns to me, bringing his knee up onto the console between us as he finishes, "That's why I am so happy I met you. You match me perfectly but I need you to know, right now Slave, that for me to do something I need you to enjoy that something so that I can enjoy it with you. That is why I'm pushing you. I feel that it is what you want, to be pushed as a Slave. I love that about you. But if that's not the case let me know, okay?"

Still staring at him it takes me a moment to comprehend all that he said. He gets off as a dominant by making me happy? How does that work? Thinking everything through however I realize everything we've done has made me happy. Coming back I answer, "That's actually really good to know master. Thank you. Wait where are we now?" I've been paying so much attention to him that I forgot our surroundings only to find us stopped in a parking lot.

"Well, we're here. I thought that was obvious, no?" My eyes narrow as the smirking, little dom wolf lolling his tongue out at me.

I have to force a polite tone to my voice after that hint of humour. "And where would here be Master?"

He swivels his head around, exaggerating his movements only to tease me again. "I'm pretty sure we're in a car." He takes a lick of the steering wheel, "Yeah tastes right for a car, I think it's even mine." Shit eating grin in place he turns to me trying to look innocent as I just groan. "What's wrong Slave, something up with your belly?"

He's not going to tell me, he's keeping it as a surprise. "No Master. Everything is perfect with you." And that is the truth alright.

"Glad to hear it Slave, but we've stopped now so do you want to get out?"

A little confused by his wording I acknowledge him and do as he says a bit surprised that he's not getting out first. Once I'm out and I've shut my door, with Tyr still having not opened his I remember what prompted that whole conversation.

Running to the other side I open his for him and help him out, feeling foolish and romantic for doing it. "You're door Master." I've got no room to bow as I hold the door but I would have if another car wasn't next to us.

Paw out the door he attempts to slide out but with the little room he has between cars, it looks more than just a little inelegant. Hell I wouldn't have been able to fit out of the little crack he has in the door but once he's up his only response is to thank me. "Hmm, hot as that is Slave, I might get you to do it for me more. Thank you." I'm starting to get when he's joking now, but I'm not sure with that statement. Not caring myself as I shut the door after him as I'm apparently happy to make a fool of myself like that. "Now follow me, our appointment awaits."

Appointment? "Umm, Master, if I could ask? What appointment is that?"

The only answer I get to my question is that damned grin of his thrown back over those well defined shoulders. With him leading the way we head out the back of the parking lot down an alley to emerge onto the main street of Nepriff. Walking about a hundred metres up the road we come to something I most definitely was not expecting. A tattoo parlour.

Well more like a body modification parlour but as the name is Ink Tails, I guess that it started out as a tattoo parlour. Asking the obvious question of Tyr when he starts to head in. "Am I getting a tattoo Master?"

Grin still in place as he pushes the door open. He gives his so unhelpful answer of "No, not today anyway."

Wondering why I even bothered to ask, I choose to ask the next one only of myself. Why have you brought me here then? "Okay, Ray take a seat. I have a few things to sort out with the manager before we start. I'll tell you what we're doing here once I've gotten things sorted okay?"

Feeling a little nervous as I look around the room taken in all of the varying photos and art pieces, each featuring some different form of body modification or addition, I can barely manage nodding and a "Yes, Master."

He still gives me a smile though which makes me feel better along with a reassuring pat on the shoulder when I go to take a seat. I'm still shocked by how much strength he has in his paw as he gives me that comforting squeeze. "Try not to be nervous okay Ray. You can say no after I've shown you what I want. Just try to keep an open mind. I promise that given the chance you will truly enjoy this."

Looking into his gold glowing eyes, I find the trust that I have for him rekindled and burning brighter than ever. "Okay Master, I'll do my best to make you proud of your slave."

"That's the spirit." Releasing my shoulder he tosses me a magazine from the pile as he walks over to the counter to a greeting from the presumed owner. When they head out the back I start to flick through the magazine. Reading some of the articles actually settles me down further, especially the one that has a picture of piercings and tattoos on and through his serpentine cocks. I get to actually see the appeal and read his opinions which distracts me for a while.

Almost twenty customers come and go displaying how large this establishment truly is before I hear my name called by the same woman that went off with Tyr earlier. Perking my ears I look up to see the tatted up lynx walking over. Picking up on a few things that before never would have interested me, I see the collar about her neck with the D-ring in front and the cuff on her tail. Having recognized what they are now, I get a bit of shock seeing them so blatantly displayed, only to have her smile at me.

"It's Ray isn't it?" She asks as I get up only to be grabbed in a quick greeting hug from her.

Smiling and pleased with her easy familiarity I hug back and let-go when she does. "Yeah that's my name. Could I ask yours Miss?"

When she smiles she has no choice but to show some teeth yet it lights up her whole face in such a friendly manner as she introduces herself. "You most certainly can. Mine's Angie Mittens, owner and founder of Ink Tails. Welcome to my store. Your Master is out back and has invited you now, if you would follow me love?"

Still smiling, if a bit hesitant when she called Tyr my Master I agree to follow her out the back into a workroom where Tyr's studying a design portfolio intently. When he hears the door shut behind us he turns to smile at both of us. "Glad to see you've met Angie here, Ray. Now she's agreed that what I've talked to her about will be quite an easy thing but she needs your permission and as I now know it will work, I'd like to ask your opinion of it all."

Wringing his hands I see he's just as nervous as I am in all of this which surprisingly relaxes me more knowing that he values my opinion. "So first things first, Angie and I have only met a few times. She's an acquaintance, but for things like this she comes highly recommended and Steve pulled in a favour to get her to see us today as they are very good friends. He was one of the ones who recommended her actually?"

Having met Steve, and seen for myself how Tyr and him are with each other, I know he wouldn't trust someone who wasn't deserving of it. "If he recommended her then yeah, I definitely trust her Master. So if I can ask now, why are we here?"

"It's actually easier to show you as Angie has done work like this before, so here, take a look." He hands over the portfolio he was studying, already open to a picture of an albino goat's head. The picture has his horns on prominent display as he's had them carved in a spectacular pattern. Now I'd seen carvings like them on a couple of rhinos, my uncle actually gets his horn carved every couple of months due to regrowth, but I had never considered getting it done to mine.

"Turn the page to the next one." Doing as my master ordered, this one takes a while to understand. The stag in the photo is hanging his head, in a pose that I recognize but can't place to show off his horns. His horns look beautiful, polished to a sheen but it's nothing special. I can't work out what I'm meant to see until Tyr comes over and points it out. Literally.

"See the points Slave. How they've been cut off and rounded." It's so obvious, I curse myself for not seeing it but I never considered it before. The pose should have given it away but I've yet to really see it. I'm the one who has been sitting in this pose looking all submissive like for a master who would be standing just outside the frame of this picture.

"Take a look at the next one Slave." Using his dom voice, I obey, gasping as I see a fellow rhino in the next photo. His horn like the others is the focus of the photo but his is nothing like I've ever seen. The direct opposite of the stags from the last picture. His horn's been cut down the centre into two points and filed into wicked spikes. Grooves have been filed down the sides to make it appear even more deadly than it already was and the eyes send shards of ice down my neck. This isn't a masters horn. This is the horn of a sadist, one that most people would be too intimidated by to ever disobey.

"That looks fucking brutal Master." I can't help the expletive, it does.

"It does, doesn't it? Now Slave, check out the next one and we'll then talk about what I want to do here today with you." Flipping to the next photo I get to see another piece of art, this time of a bull's horns. "That one goes for a couple of pages." The bull has had the bottom side of his horns carved lightly showing a little village on both sides while the top side has had a few holes drilled into it. Confused by the effect I turn over to the next picture.

This one is of the same Bull from a distance. He's just shaken his head after obviously filling his horns up with a red dyed liquid. The effect is dramatic as the liquid gets sprayed everywhere. Laughing I turn to see the effect continued in the same spray. The last page is of him turned facing the camera again smiling like a goof, chest puffed out and horns pushed sharply upwards. Proud as can be.

Looking toward my Master I wait for him to explain what he wants and what I'll be agreeing to. I know I'll be agreeing to it already, so I wait patiently.

"Well I'm guessing by now you know I want to carve into your horn which I understand is a touchy subject for rhinos, so I've requested Angie to walk me through the process so I can do it here today. I don't want something intricate like many of those pictures in that portfolio. What I want, is to see you wear a smooth horn, with the tip filed down into a rounded submissive nub, displayed so that anyone knowledgeable in the subject can see it. I want you and them to be able to physically identify your submission to me Ray."

Taking a breath he continues. "I would also like to carve a little into it. I won't tell you what I'm going to carve as you'll be blindfolded for the work to safeguard your eyes anyway. This way you won't get to see it until I'm done either. I want you to trust me for that one and if you agree you'll have to tell Angie, before we start, that you do agree. Understood Ray?"

Understanding that he's calling me Ray for a reason at this point, I know he's actually giving me a choice but there isn't one. "I agree Master. I love the idea. It's going to be embarrassing turning up to work on Tuesday with it but I'll live and display it proudly."

I don't think he expected my agreeance to come so easy. Not with how he pauses. "Well I'm pleased you have so much trust in me Slave. The other thing I wanted to do today was to get a bull ring piercing placed in your nose. How do you feel about that?"

Honestly... "Never considered it before Master, but having you bring the idea up, I find I like it."

Now he's grinning like a maniac, "God you're an amazing slave. Is that good enough for you Angie?"

Her tail's whipping all over the place as she looks on, "To work on a fellow submissive, as clearly enthralled as he is to his master? Hell yes. He has ten times the devotion and eagerness of any other client I've had dragged in here by a master before. So let's get this started. Hop up into the chair when you're ready."

Wait what? That quick? Isn't there forms and legality crap to fill out? Watching her gather up tools and the like from around the room before placing them on a tray that she brings over I get the feeling there apparently isn't a form for this. Looking to my Master for direction, suddenly feeling very submissive I get an encouraging nod.

Sitting down in the 'chair' I suddenly feel very trapped. What she has me sit in is something more at home in a dentist's office than a tattoo parlour. With straps to keep a subject still, along with a brace to level things out. Multiple other unidentified moving parts that I really don't want to think about including two stirrups that pull up. Like really what the hell do they use stirrups for in a tattoo parlour?

Once I'm settled on my tail Angie sits next to me to talk. "Alrighty then, now you're sitting let me explain the chair and why there are straps on it. What we are doing may not be fancy but it is extremely delicate work for much of it. Other bits are rough as guts. The straps aren't 100% necessary for most works I do but I do recommend them. For a rhino like yourself I especially do. Your horns are different to many other horns in the world but what we're doing today is doubly so as you'll be deaf and blindfolded by your masters request and your agreement. We can't force you to wear them but I would like an answer on whether or not we can. It will make it easier for all of us today okay?"

She's making sense as much as I don't want her to right now so, "You're the expert and I'm a slave. So yes to the straps." She frowns hearing me say that before turning it to a smile.

"Sugar, don't ever get it wrong. The submissive is always the boss, whether the Master knows it or not. It's our limits that dictate the play, but I'm glad you'll accept the restraints. I've seen some bad things happen when they weren't used and that goes doubly so for rhinos. Now other than that I want you to prepare yourself. This is going to be a long process. We're going to put headphones in connected to a phone so we can talk to you by calling you and if you talk we'll be able to hear at all times okay sugar?"

She's obviously done this before with how prepared she is so again. "That sounds reasonable."

"Fantastic." Jumping up from her stool she moves around starting to prepare things for us again saying as she does. "Then I'll let your master set the mask up for you and talk you through it as he'll do a better job. Your turn Tyr."

She's a frantic ball of energy running around the room in contrast to Tyr's calm demeanour. Strutting up he takes over Angies stool, only to start by picking up the mask. Looking me in the eyes he makes sure I see it. "This is what you'll be wearing for today. As you've never done anything like this before you are more than likely going to panic a bit. Every time you feel off just remember to breathe. You'll have a construction mask on so dust from your horn won't get in but if you don't remember to breathe slowly it will be for nothing. Understood Ray?"

"Yes Master."

He places the mask down only to pick up the headphones. "These have music playing so you won't be able to hear us talking out here. I'll also have your ears stuffed with cotton. Once that's done and you give me a thumbs up indicating you can't hear, I'll put the mask on you. From there I will restrain you. Don't struggle, just relax into it. After that I will start. If at any time you need to talk or need a break say so. Understood Slave?"

"Yes Master, your slave understands."

He claps his hands, then hands me the headphones. "Good then let's get started."

Putting the headphones in I start listening to the song, it's a fast paced mix by Skillet that I recognize and enjoy. Relaxing despite the beat I watch as Tyr pulls some cotton rags apart before leaning in and putting them into my ears. Concentrating he moves side to side until he's satisfied.

Satisfied he moves in front of me before exaggerating his speaking. I can tell he's saying something but I can't hear any of it. Remembering to give him a thumbs up, I get a thumbs up back before he grabs the mask. Fingering it to get a feel for it, he then steps in and slips it over my ears and eyes, leaving me in a void of black music.

Not panicking I relax before my horn is suddenly grabbed and my head maneuvered around. Not knowing what's going on my hands jump up to protect my face only to be suddenly grabbed and held down. A paw covers my muzzle, cutting my panting off for a second before being removed. Desperate I try to breathe only to have it cut my air off again after two pants. When it's removed the second time I wonder why, only to remember Tyr's warning earlier.

Forcing myself to calm, I take a slower breath in. Then focus on the release of that same breath. Feeling calm return to me I give my Master a nod as my arms relax back to the cushioned armrests. Comfort surrounds me as a paw makes contact with my cheek rubbing in a slow circle. Knowing it's my masters I give him a smile. The paw steadily returns to my horn which is then used to guide my head back into the headrest. Still focused on my breathing I relax into the familiar feeling of my master holding my horn.

The first strap buckles the top of my head in and the second goes around my throat pinning my head down. The side of the headrest makes contact with my cheek gently to be met in quick succession by the other side. My head now completely restrained I smile as I can still feel my Master stroking my horn in anticipation of what's to come. Giddy with the feeling I relax as a mask is placed over my muzzle.

Almost a minute later I feel the first tool make contact with my horn, almost losing my shit when a saw starts cutting into it, about two inches from the top. The only thing that keeps me sane is that it is my master cutting off my precious horn, a sign of great weakness in rhino culture. A weakness I am giving to my Master, freely, I remind myself. Back and forth those teeth drag, the saw vibrating my head as I do my best to hold still.

The sawing stops as a weight disappears off the top of my head and I moo out in loss. I didn't expect that to feel so gut-wrenching. What did I agree to? Thrashing about, I pull at those restraints until I feel my Master's paw in mine. He's pressing something into it. Caressing the object I realize what it is immediately. Rough with a sharp edge around the round base, rounding in a cylindrical fashion into a sharp tip. It's hard not to work out what it is. It was my horn.

Surprisingly the feel of it in my hand, does wonders to calm me down. I clench down just as a vibration runs through my face from my horn. Whimpering I try to look only to realize I can't. Trying to judge what it is from the feel, I come to the conclusion of something like a miniature belt sander. I know it's tearing flakes off my horn, sprinkling it along the bridge of my nose as it circles around and around.

This doesn't take long either as I feel it leave, expecting it to come back I get a shock as something far more delicate happens now. Trying to strain into the feeling only to be denied by the bondage I try to suss it out. I fail miserably still having no idea almost 5 minutes later when the sensation stops only to have a paw placed over mine. Twisting his fingers in between mine Tyranist slowly coaxes my hand open. Letting go of the horn tip comes naturally now to me when my wolf Master gets a grip on it, giving him possession of my old pride. I can feel the natural shiver, closer than ever when he rubs the horn across my arm, attempting to soothe me. The texture of his paw pads combined with the raw surface of my horn does a really good job of calming me down, enough that when it's removed now I don't freak out. His paw comes back to my face with a tool sending a new vibration down into my bones. A bit shocked I focus on the feeling and in my calmer state I list off in my head what it could be.

Strangeness washes over me, as I'm no longer panicked by the sensations, I realize what it is. It's almost like a drill, but smaller. A Dremel or some other type of electrical carving tool. He's working on the same area as he did with the last delicate tool, which has me concluding that before, was Tyranist tracing the lines for what he's working on now. Listening in to the music I try and distract myself from what he's doing, not wanting to spoil the surprise of whatever it is that he happens to carve. That becomes harder than it sounds as my mind's curiously trying to guess what it is the entire time, just coming up blank as the only sensation other than pressure is where he's leaning his forearm or wrist on my head.

Doing my absolute best to remain still now, I don't even open my mouth to breathe, sufficing with what my nose brings in so my Master has the best chance to get this right. I want him to be proud of me, for this to make me even more his. My god, I sound like a sappy love struck teen, which is fitting as the song that's now playing is 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne.

Twisting his grip he moves around dragging the electronic carver in a swift circle around the entire base of my horn. I believe it goes all the way around as the pressure feels right but I won't know for certain until I can see it for myself.

He spends almost five minutes with his electronic carver before putting it down and starting with a new piece. Still working the same area just this one is more scraping. I'm unsure what it is that he is doing with it. Not trying to work it out more than the idle curiosity I keep listening in to my music. Having had no pressure on my horn for almost two minutes I get a jolt feeling the drill bumping against it again sending shivers down to my nose. He's taking only a little off, with each pass now as I can't feel the chips hitting the bridge of my nose, more like a light dusting. Is he sanding the carving back now?

The next time I feel the sensation leaving my horn for over minute I get more confused. The only feeling I get is light strokes against my muzzle from his arm. Not having a clue what he's doing now I just settle my breathing, and try mightily not to jolt each time his fur tickles the bridge of my nose.

3 songs pass before the music suddenly stops replaced with a ring tone. Jerking around until I feel Master press a button on the wire into my chest, only to relax at the sound of his voice. "You're doing really well Slave. How are you feeling? Need to get up and stretch or anything?"

Hearing my voice replay but only through the speaker outside the confines of my own little world is a disorienting experience as I say. "Thank you Master. I'm feeling really good right now, if a little worried not being able to identify everything that's been happening. It's really cool being like this though. I can't wait to do something like this outside of here someday Master."

His deep chuckle coming through the electronic device soothes me with its depth and power. "That's good Slave. After seeing you like this I think I'm more eager for it than you are. But for now we're going to take a small break. Did you want to use the bathroom or anything as once we come back we won't stop until we're done. Understood Slave?"

Forgetting that I can't nod until my head remains still I answer. "Understood Master, if that's the case your Slave would very much like to use the bathroom." I don't really have to go badly but I can feel the pressure starting to build so if it's my last chance I better take it.

"I thought you would Slave, so here's the rules. You're going to remain blindfolded when I release you from the straps. I'll be leading you by the arm and I'll remain on the phone with you the whole time. You're not to speak unless absolutely necessary. Your arms are to remain by your sides the whole time as well. That means absolutely no reaching up to feel for your horn. Breaking of that last rule will result in me tattooing your tail with the term tail-raiser down the back of it, understood Slave?"

"Yes Master." No hesitation even with his last threat to answer because I don't want to feel it yet as curious as I am. I want to wait until it is complete before I get to touch and look at it.

"Good then just remember to take it easy. You've been still for a long time so when you stand up, you will get dizzy. Just let me hold you and don't fight the feeling of my paws."

As he didn't ask a question I don't answer only to have the first pad removed from the side of my face, freeing my face up to move just a tad. When the next one is folded back I just want to shake my jaw free to rattle it some. Looking at that line of thought as poor form, I tilt back relieving the pressure on my forehead and when those two straps are done I get my first head spin.

Flopping forward in the chair I feel strong paws grab me as I try to get it together. Groans are coming through the headphones and it takes me a while to realize that they're coming from me as Tyr talks trying to calm me down. "It's okay, it's okay. I've got you Slave, Master's got you. Just relax and breath for me. Hold still and relax your hands, let it all go now."

Following my Masters directions I start to ease back into a regular rhythm. It takes a while though before I'm ready to even attempt standing up on my own. When I do the head spins come back, lessened now that I know what to expect. Breathing I feel for my master in the dark confines of my space, finding his hip, I stand up straighter now as I can somehow sense his grin in the dark as he chuckles at me. Giving my own back I look, well search, for his guiding paw to move.

With him leading me we slowly make our way out of the room, me being extra careful not to trip on anything. I've got to say by the time we reach the door I don't get how blind people can walk through a room. It's bloody freaky.

Eventually though we make it. "We're here Slave. Now I'm going to take your pants down so you can have a piss. I'll let you know when you can start."

He takes his time to undo the top button of my jeans, only to lower the zipper ohh so slowly before pulling them down my thighs a little. The attention, has my cock growing in length only to flop out when the waist band passes it. Hearing my moan through the speakers at it being free I give a little chuckle joined by my Master.

'Well that makes it easier to aim Slave. You may piss when ready." He's holding my cock directing the head at what I presume is a toilet bowl which makes it much harder to relax my bladder. Doing as I've been doing all day to relax I take a deep breath and relax into the feeling of my masters paw. My reward is easily discernible over the headphones sounding exactly like a waterfall.

A couple of times I hear the sound fade only to hit the bowl again, yet I don't worry just assuming I went off track a little and hit the side. Once my bladder is empty my master drops my cock not bothering to pull my pants up yet, I get a bit confused wondering what's happening as he talks.

"That was a good piss for someone who didn't need to go but I now have a, what I'd call a reward for you but this early on in your training you'd be more inclined to think of it as a punishment. Using a clean cloth I stuck it in your stream of urine to wet it down. You're now going to open your mouth and suck the piss out. I want you to accept the reward Slave as we will do more of it one day so you'd better get used to it. Do you understand the reward Slave?"

Hearing that a cold sweat breaks over my brow. He can't be serious can he? He actually wants me to suck on my own piss as a reward. I don't know how he can imagine that as a reward. It seems so twisted. So wrong. And to my cock so incredibly sexy...

Harder than steel, I can feel my shaft standing parallel to the ground from the idea as Master takes a firm grip and squeezes on the head as he asks again. "Does Slave understand?"

My heads screaming telling me to say no, to beg out of it. Only to be outvoted by my cock. "Your slave understands Master."

I can feel his teeth graze my nipple as he opens his mouth, blowing a hot breath out as he talks through the headphones. "I knew you would Slave. Now open your mouth and show me how foul it is."

My jaw opens on auto-pilot as if my mum was spoon feeding me again as a kid. In a sick way it feels like that too. Not even having a taste, just from the thought and the smell of the cloth hitting my tongue I desperately try not to gag as my jaw swings shut.

Holding it in there, between my teeth I try to override my brain to bite down but I just can't bring myself to. Tilting my head, I try to look pleadingly at my master through the mask as I let out a whine, conveying my need for something. I don't know what that is but, I need something from him.

Chuckling he leans in and grabs my cock head once more. "You're doing well Slave. You've got the piss in there, but you need to taste it, so here's your motivation. All you have to do is bite down on it and roll it across your tongue before swallowing. It's not much, and if you do, I'll get you to fuck me tonight just as I want you to. If you fail to taste that piss, I won't. Instead denying both of us the pleasure of you being in my hole. If that happens I promise you, I'll make you suffer without orgasm for a week Slave and all you have to do to avoid that fate is bite down on a rag."

His teeth nip at my nipple to show what he means before he speaks again. "So bite slave and make us both happy."

Make master happy. Biting down fast, the piss explodes out of the cloth across my tongue, now tasting the foul-smelling liquid. It's still warm, very bitter and sour but what gets me to swallow is it kinda tastes like eggs. The chicken eggs I had for breakfast. It's not a pleasant taste in the slightest but it's erotic. Knowing where it came from and the feelings it evokes in me, erotic is the best word to describe what it does to me.

"That's a good Slave. Master is really proud of you. You can now lean forward and spit it out into the toilet. Be careful, if you miss I'll make you pick it up with your teeth again."

Happy to get rid of it I lean directly over where he had my cock positioned to spit the cloth out, having it drop into a relieving splash sound which I feel like cheering at. I settle with a big goofy smile instead. "Good, now it's time to head back. We have a job to finish Slave."

Master quickly zips me back up forcing my third leg in to the leg of my pants sharing space with my actual right leg. Taking hold of my hands we take far less time on the return journey, with me being a little more sure in the blindfold and a lot more trusting. In the room again I sit in the chair and readily allow myself to be strapped in, with little comments from Tyr poking fun at me along the way. Once I'm settled in and unable to move my head once more I hear Angie rejoin us in the room.

"Well, seems we finished just in time Slave. Angie's back, your back and strapped in so I'll be ending the call. Tell Angie hello and you can't wait to have your nose pierced after we're finished with your horn. I'm hanging up so be a good Slave."

He hangs up only for my world to return to the music, unable to hear anything else once more. Moving my mouth I try and get the words out but I'll have to ask later if I actually said them right as I couldn't be sure.

30 seconds into the song, vibrations run through my horn from what I know is a sander. Powder falls off my horn, only to dust my nose around the mask. Combined with the beat of the song, the sanding feels good. Getting my blood pumping and ready to move, only to be stopped by the restraints each time I try a twitch. Settling with just bobbing my hand to the beat I smile behind the mask, I content myself with being a good sub for my Master.

I count five songs while my face steadily goes numb from the vibrations before something new happens. The sander gets replaced with a strap of some kind, being dragged around my horn. Powder is still falling on my nose if at a lighter rate, so I figure it to be a finer sand paper being used by hand.

Three times this happens, for a song length each time. A cloth cleaning the dust off as my Master changes the strap for something lighter. Thinking we are nearly done now as a cloth wipes the dust off my horn again, I try to place the sensation of what touches my horn next. Going on for four song lengths I'm still no closer to placing it. Getting little feel and no powder falling from my horn I'm at a loss by the time it gets taken away too.

Paws make contact with my muzzle once more as a light sensation probes around the area he was carving earlier, but like the last bit I can't place it. Trusting my master now entirely, there's no panic at not being able to recognize what's being done, just a burning curiosity. Breathing I wait for him to change things up again only to have the music interrupted by a new call.

Before he even picks it up I greet him with a simple "Hello Master."

"Hello to you as well slave. You're probably wondering why I'm calling so I'll tell you, we're basically finished now. I'm going to start removing your bindings so you can get your bearings a little, then we just have to clean you off. I won't be removing the mask until last and only then in front of a mirror. We'll also be removing your shirt. It's filthy so a new ones now required. Just wanted to tell you to relax basically Slave and find out how you're feeling."

The same process is repeated from when I went to the toilet earlier, just now prepared for it, I don't move too much. I still require his help through the process though, his hands steadying me the whole time as I discuss the feelings welling up in me with him. "Your slave is feeling really good master. A bit sore, a bit tired from sitting so still, which I'm surprised is so tiring, but good mostly. Don't get me wrong, I'm frightened of the result, but I'm more curious and excited than anything at getting to see what you did to me. So excited that I barely have words for it. I so want to ask you what you think about it but part of me is also begging you not to tell me what it looks like yet. I don't know, there is just so much happening inside my head right now Master. Can I ask though, do you like the effect? I actually find that more important to me than my own feelings about the whole thing."

Brushing me down quickly he gets most of the dust off my skin probably sending it all over the place as I prattle through my feelings. Chuckling at my question still dusting me off he answers, "Yes I like it Slave, it's exactly what I wanted to see on you."

Feeling giddy from his obvious pleasure at seeing me like this, I'm ecstatic when he continues, "Your clean now, so I'm taking the breathing mask off." As the mask leaves my mouth, I get to hear his laugh again as he sees my grin. I can't help it, my mouth is trying to form a straight line between both my ears, I'm that excited.

"Wow that's some grin slave but we're not done yet. Still got one more painful thing to do. We've still got your piercing to put in yet." My grin falters having completely forgotten about it. "Now I'm going to remove the headphones and cotton but we'll be keeping the mask on so just stay still now Slave."

Whining as he does so, I hear the pathetic sound through the speakers for the last time as he pulls them out. Sound returning to normal as he fixes the mask once more. Hearing the door open, I listen as Angie comes back into the room. "Ahh I see you've almost finished now Tyr. How are you feeling after sitting for so long Ray?"

"Not as good as two minutes ago Angie. My master just told me how I forgot about the piercing. So may I ask how is that going to work?"

"Well that depends sugar. Do you still want the piercing after everything you just went through or do you just want to see what your horn looks like and get out of here?"

Opening my mouth to answer with the latter, I pause just as I'm about to voice that option. By the time I'm done thinking that option entirely through I've change my mind. No I don't want that. I want to see myself as my Master pictured before coming here today. I don't just want the piercing for him, I want it for me. I want him to be proud of his slave for not taking the easy way out. For not quitting halfway through. Happy once more I decline the way out she just offered me. "Nah Angie, I'm good. I want the piercing in before I get a look. I want my master to be proud of me and I really need to see what his vision was before coming in here."

"Aww Sugar, if you could see your master's grin at hearing that, you'd know how much shame you put on other submissives like me. It may in fact be the sweetest thing I've ever heard come out of someone's mouth in this shop. Well other than Boysenberry Ice cream that is."

Not knowing quite what to say to that I'm pretty sure I just end up blushing as Tyr asks. "So Angie, care to talk me through this?"

"Sure, it's why I'm here for you darling. Now I know we made a plan before, so did you still want to go with doing it that way?"

"Yeah I did, if that's still okay with you?"

"Of course it is. I aim to please and I've seen far worse so don't worry about that. If you want to get him ready, I brought the stool in and everything else is set up so let's get your boy hitched up."

"Happy to. Now Slave listen to my directions and let my hands guide you. We'll be doing this in front of the mirror so stand up." Hands on my back and under my arm he guides my walk, not feeling as dizzy this time it's quite quick to get over to. "Now comes the good part. We're going to take your shirt off. Do not feel for your horn. If the shirt gets caught let me deal with it understood?"

Anxiety beginning to set in now that I know my nose is actually about to get pierced with a sharp pointy needle I acknowledge him. "Yes, Master, no reaching for my horn."

"Good, then take off your shirt for me Slave."

Having done this my entire life, getting out of shirts with a horn I do it surprisingly to all of us without a problem blindfolded. Holding it in my hand I wait for my Master to tell me what to do with it, releasing the shirt as he seizes it only to hear it hit the chair behind me. "Good Slave, now take off your shoes and pass them over to me."

A bit surprised but still feeling submissive I follow that order too. Only to have him order me to take my socks off. Apprehensively I wait for him to give me another command dreading what I now think he's going to ask. "Take your pants off and pass them to me Slave."

Flinching I undo them before dropping them and pass them to him hearing the repeated sound of my clothes hitting the chair. "Now take off your jocks Slave." I whine. Even having anticipated the request I can't do it. I need him to confirm the order as with Angie in the room, I just can't do it on a casual order.

"Please Master, I'll do it but please can you reconsider, I just don't feel comfortable with Angie here?"

I know he anticipated it as he grips my jocks and pulls up, giving me a wedgie. Wincing as it brings a slight tear to my eyes I listen now. "Did I ask for you to talk Slave? No I ordered you to take off your jocks. So when I release them, you will take them off even in front of Angie who in fact knew I was taking them off you during this." Relaxing his grip he takes a step back. "Now take them off and hold them slave."

Bending down I take them off revealing my half hard dripping member for him and Angie to witness. Shamefully I hold them up in front of me. "Good Slave, but with how you hesitated to follow the order you have to make up for it now. So your punishment is an easy and two sided one today. I want you to, without touching your horn or mask mind you, reach up and place the jocks inside your mouth as a gag. Reminding you that in this scene, talking is not necessary. If you understand Slave, place them in your mouth and bite down."

Scrunching my jocks up into a ball, I remind myself of the piss that Master had me drink earlier. This is nowhere near as bad even if they are two day old undies that have a little damp spot in the front from the piss earlier. Just with company I'm hesitant to do this. If we were alone, I have no doubt I'd be swallowing the pair the instant Tyr ordered me to. In the presence of Angie I'm just not sure I can.

A flick on my cock distracts me from my thoughts as I jolt back from the pain. My attention caught by my cock I understand why my master did that. I'm harder than a rock down there. Obviously one part of me knows I want to do this. Wetting my mouth with saliva I man up and toss the jocks in, only to bite down on the slightly dirty fabric. Smiling toward where I think my Master is as best I can afterwards. I jump as fur slips under my tail only to be caught by my master's firm shoulder behind me. Moaning I lean back into the rubs against my once again tight ring.

Ashamed and blushing from my actions I whine toward my master. "That's a good slave. Putting on a show for an audience, after all Angie's gone to a lot of work for you today. I know you're gay like I am, but don't think of her as a girl. Angie is just the audience watching you put on a show and getting off to it. It was something she was very happy to agree to see, straight as she is. So be a good slave and relax, let our audience see you as the happily humiliated and emasculated submissive you want to be."

Put like that, with my cock still hard, I can't refuse him as I ashamedly moan for him and her to hear. Cock dripping with precum I arch back farther letting my master support me.

Changing direction fast, he removes his fingers and support as he orders. "On your knees Slave."

No conscious decision made I fall, kneeling before my master. "Not bad Slave, but keep your tail up. You're giving a show and what's a show without a raised tail?" Lifting my tail back up to expose myself I whimper biting into the gag harder as the tip of my cock rubs along the cold tiles.

"Keep it up Slave as we start on this okay? You have permission from now to lower it if you need to from the pain but keep it up otherwise. Nod if you understand Slave."

Nodding, excitement far overwhelming my anxiety now I wait as I hear Angie approach. "You'll need to swab the area first with some alcohol wipes, to avoid infection." Hearing a packet ripped open I lean my head back displaying my submission and readiness now to begin.

It burns as he wipes my nose out. Not badly, kinda like a lesser and shorter lived version of deep heat. Not flinching as I know this is nothing compared to what's about to happen I wait for them to be satisfied. "Good, now you'll need this." I assume she handed something to him as she gives directions to him and a warning to me. "You need to jam this end through as straight as you can get. It will hurt him a lot so you will need to do this quickly to avoid having him thrash about. Once in just hold it there for a few seconds as he comes down."

None of me likes the sound of that, except my traitorous cock, still hard as ever. "Okay then, so it's good to go?"

"Yep when you're both ready."

"Okay then Slave just keep yourself as still as you can, I'm going to hold your horn but try not to thrash." Not giving me time to answer I feel a point touch the inside of my nose as I take a deep breath in. Going rigid, I do my best not to scream as he shoves the needle through my nostril. When it comes out inside my other I sit there.

Dumbfounded and in far less pain than I truly expected with a needle shoved through my nose. I try to suck the tears back into my eyes as my cock continues to drool below me. Hearing the shock in my master's voice I flinch back and then once more, from the pain, making me wish I hadn't jumped either time as I hold still. "So that's all? I just have to wait now?"

Angie's almost laughing at that, "Yep. That's it Darling. Give it 30 more seconds and you can pull the needle out and insert the ring. It will take a while, as the ring is slightly curved at that end but once in, the canal will heal itself over time."

"Cool, so question what do you think of his cock now you've seen it?"

"Ha-ha, so quick to humiliate him. I love your style Tyr. It's huge, almost too good for a submissive to have but whatever works for you." Reminiscing she adds, "I do kind of wish I could find a master with one that size though. I miss really getting railed by tools like that one."

30 seconds now up I feel him rip the needle out as I bite down on my jocks to silence me getting that distinct flavour of piss. When he then places another point in my nose I do my best to hold still as he pushes it in slower this time. "I wonder how my slave would react to me ordering him to fuck you with it, him being gay and all? I'm tempted to find out which would win. His submissiveness to me or his inability to perform for women. Would you like that Slave?"

Shaking my head frantically in the negative I almost spit out the gag and start yelling, 'No, no, no. I won't do it Master.' Only to have him reassure me. "Don't worry Slave, I'd never do that to you. You did well just staying hard to perform for her without her involvement. I know sex with a woman is a hard limit for you and I promise I will never order you to do that."

I growl to let him know exactly what I thought of his teasing with something like what he suggested. Unwilling to voice my disgust I just glare feeling it reach him despite the paw over my mouth as he continues twisting the ring through, which is bringing pain, but only in a foreign controlled way which I'm enjoying for some reason.

Trying to straighten my posture I realize my tails still up as it has been this whole time. Feeling proud of myself I give it a wag hoping my master sees it. Feeling the end of the ring slip through, he talks as he clicks the ring locking mechanism together. "I saw you kept that tail up the entire time Slave, keeping your hole on display for us. I'm proud of you for that but guess what. We are now done."

Stepping behind my prone form I feel him pull something up behind me to take a seat. "I bet you can't wait to see the results can you Slave?" Turning my head back I try and ask with facial expressions alone if I can speak now? "You can spit the jocks out now slave and answer the question."

Relieved I take the jocks out of my mouth and hold the damp object so I can answer. "Yes very much so Master. But more importantly do you like the look on me Master?"

"I do indeed slave. Just prepare yourself like before. You won't be able to see straight away. You've had that mask on for 3 hours now. So just relax and take your time. I'll be right behind you so keep your eyes on me until your eyes have fully adjusted."

Turning my head back to him, so my eyes can apparently adjust, I feel him take the mask off. He was not wrong I think as the sudden light blinds me. Squinting, blinking rapidly I try to shield them only to have my arms pinned. "No reaching for your horn slave. Just relax and blink."

Doing as he says I let my eyes adjust, feeling awful the whole time as he slides his arms up mine and brings me into a hug. Tilting my head on his shoulder I keep blinking willing my eyes to adjust. Feeling them eventually start to adjust back to normal I close them to relax a bit more before blinking again. Each time getting more light and more focus from them. "Ughh this bit sucks Master. They're close to returning to normal now though Sir."

"Good when they're done adjusting, tap me on the shoulder and I'll let you go okay?"

"Yes Master."

Another minute passes before I feel that they've fully recovered. Tapping him on the shoulder he lets me go so I can turn back around to look into the mirror, to witness my dropping jaw.

Knowing it's me in the mirror, I don't do the stupid thing of asking if that's actually me but it runs through my mind for a second. I look completely different. I know only two things have changed but they give a whole new angle to my face. The nose ring is a solid ring of gold drawing my gaze to it as it's contrast is breathtaking where it sits under my nose, ready for a lead to be hooked to it. Closing my mouth I twist my head to watch it shine before I finally tear my gaze away from the shiny ring up to what is most different.

Now while the ring is so obvious due to the colour, my horn's difference is more subtle. About 3 inches is missing from the top so it could be sanded into a smooth blunt tip. Not many would notice with the nose ring other than those who really know me. Unable to take my eyes off of it my hands start to rise to feel, before I remember Master's orders. Whining I look at him over my shoulder pleadingly asking to touch.

Chuckling he pats me on the cheek as he gives me permission. "You can touch slave." My hands become a blur as they rush up to the smoothness of my new polished horn. I've known people who have done things like this but never actually felt it before. It was always hard to imagine why they would go through with it, but the comparison is nothing akin to my old horn. My old one was full of rough lines while this feels like a piece of sheet metal except for a slight dip in the base where he hollowed a smooth line.

Rubbing my hands along the line to meet at the back I find the new set of grooves that are right in front of my eyes. Surprised by this my eyes follow my hands only to witness something I never expected. Cross-eyed and focused on my horn I see what my Master carved into my horn. Something only for me and those who know it's there. One word. The word to me now. My name. SLAVE.

I can feel that my jaws dropped but I cannot uncross my eyes from that word carved so delicately into my horn and filled in with ink so it will remain visible to me and me alone forever. "I see you found the carving. How do you feel about it?"

He doesn't call me slave as he asks that but I know why. He wants Ray's opinion but in all honesty it seems, Ray has been put on hold in this place with my Master. "Your Slave loves it master. That you would put it where only he could see it, at any time means so much to him. You let me keep my privacy in public but forever reminded me that I am indeed your slave. Thank you so much Master."

I still can't uncross my eyes as I start tracing the letters with my fingertips learning every curve that is carved there. Committing it all to memory even if I can feel it at any time I want to remember this moment forever.

"I'm glad you like it slave. I have to admit I was worried you wouldn't enjoy it. I'm so grateful you truly appreciate what I had envisioned for you today." Hugging me into his shoulder I feel his paw greet my hand to trace the same word that I am now. I can feel the smile on his muzzle as he presses it to the side of my head, displaying his happiness with all this. "But now eyes forward Slave. Put on your best face as it's picture time again. I want us to be able to relieve this one day so make it good."

Tail still up I turn to take in my master's muzzle before I follow his gaze to the camera just off to the side of the mirror. Turning my body a little into him I make sure my raised tail is captured in the frame as I lower my head submissively. Smiling shyly I think of the way my master would look now. He hopefully looks pleased with his passive dominance on display behind me as he pulls me closer, warming me up in a way I can't wait to feel later on tonight.