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"I had hopes and some ideas. I didn't know if I could get you to go along with them. I didn't know if I could get you to walk out of the room this morning. But you did. I've learned a lot; about me and about you and about this lifestyle. It's been fun, I'd like to continue."
"So would I," Marcia replied.
"Then off to bed with you, slave."
"Yes, Master," and she snuggled against me.
"That is not how a slave sleeps with her master," I reminded her.
"Yes, Master." She turned around until her mouth was level with my growing cock and her cunt was even with my face. I could smell the redolence of her sex, ripe with the scent of her most recent orgasms; rich and earthy with a salty tang. Some of her copious discharges tonight had dried on her mound, her upper thighs, and her outer lips. I pulled her hips to my face and buried my tongue in that piquant accumulation of her passion. She sighed in pleasure and parted her lips for my cock to enter the hot wetness of her mouth. I felt my prick swell under the attentions of her tongue and lips which swirled up and down the length of my stalk. My own lips and tongue found the bud distending from the folds of her cleft. Her throat opened to take my cock and I plunged to the back of her throat, her lips moving over the root. I thought that I would have a hard time reaching climax as I had cum five times already, but my slave would have none of it. Her throat muscles were working the glans, her tongue was circling the stalk and every inch of it was experiencing the pressure of her sucking.
Her own sex had experienced uncounted pleasure today, but rather than reaching her limits, every previous orgasm had brought the next one that much closer. Before I could cum, I felt her tap my leg and her fingers flashed the signal for her release.
I said, "Cum, slave," as I exploded in her mouth. After my release, I felt her cleaning my cock, while I licked up her release. We fell asleep that way.
*******
I awoke before my little slave, and put a few things together for the days activities. She'd really been drained yesterday, so I let her sleep longer than usual. Around 8:30, I woke her up and we showered together, soaping and rinsing each other as we usually did. Today, my slave would be wearing the We/Vibe for at least the morning. I put a little bit of lube on it and positioned it in her pussy. I still hadn't downloaded the app, but it also came with a remote that worked at any distance up to about 9 feet. I didn't plan being much farther from my slave than that at any time. We left the room naked and went down to the dining room. I got French toast for both of us and fed Marcia as she knelt beside me. Most everyone else had eaten already so we had the dining room to ourselves except Master Don who waited with his slave for yesterdays contest winners to show up for their winnings. Apparently, he was still waiting for one person to pick theirs up.
After we ate, I had my little slave relieve the swelling of my cock. She started by taking my semi-tumescent prick in her mouth and with her cocksucking talents, bring it to full hardness. When I was sufficiently hard, I turned on the We/Vibe, bent her over the table and eased into her sheath around the Vibe. Ted had been correct in saying that she would be able to accept my cock while wearing the device. I adjusted the settings until I found a vibration pattern that was pleasing to me, then began plundering her cunt with my cock. Stroke after stroke deep into her tight pussy. Her Kegel exercises were doing an excellent job of strengthening the muscles she used to massage my shaft. Apparently, she found the vibration pattern to her liking as well, when combined with my slow pumping of her cunt; her fluids freely flowed around my shaft.
"Master, may I cum?" She asked, a panting moan following her request.
"Soon, slave, not yet."
I gave another dozen rapid strokes before she said, "Please, Master, I can't last much longer. May I cum?"
I couldn't wait any longer either and told her to release as I filled her cunt with my milky cream.
"Aaaahhh," she sighed. "That feels so good." She was so right, it was exquisite. The vibrations of the We/Vibe combined with the wet, tight warmth of her pussy had been ball draining.
With my pulsing thrusts ended, she knelt down again in position 1 and cleaned our combined discharges from my cock. Master Don had been an interested spectator to our show and congratulated me on my slave once again after we were finished.
"Your slave has the most beautiful expression on her face when she spends," he said. "Just watching her cum was enough to make me hard. Do you share your slave?"
"I'm sorry, I don't," I replied. "She's too precious to me."
"I'd probably feel the same if I were you. I don't know that I've ever seen a more enticing, intoxicating slave, and so full of heat." Marcia blushed prettily. "Is she always so passionate?"
"She has an extraordinary sexual capacity," I replied, "but I've never seen it released to the extent that it has this trip. It has been a revelation to me as well."
"Has she ever performed in front of others before?" Master Don asked.
"No. This is the first time for both of us."
"Ah! An exhibitionist. She's found she likes fucking for others viewing pleasure." I observed my slave lower her eyes, but she also spread her legs a tad wider and pulled her shoulders back a hair more, her breasts thrusting out farther, her nipples getting harder.
"I believe that to be true," I said, smiling. "Never has she been so multi-orgasmic."
Master Don approached my slave and lifted his eyebrows in unspoken query. I nodded yes to his unspoken request. He touched her cheek, ran his hand down her neck, over her shoulder, crushing her right breast in his large hand, pinching her stiffened nipple, and bent down to run his fingers through her cleft. Her cunt was wet with my cum and hers. He brought his fingers up for her to clean.
"You should fuck her in public more often. It really brings out her slave heat."
"Circumstances don't often allow it," I said.
"A shame. Her beauty, passion and pleasure should be witnessed as often as possible."
Master Don returned to his seat and opened his leathers so that his slave could relieve his need. My slave and I returned to the exhibition hall as we had not had a chance to visit all the booths due to my slaves prolonged demonstrations. Before we checked any of the other exhibits, I went back to the furniture booth. I got Ben's attention and he came to me immediately, hoping that my slave would demonstrate another piece of equipment. I started my slaves We/Vibe to keep her occupied while I conversed with Ben.
"What can I do for you, Master Sam?"
"I forgot to inquire yesterday, being preoccupied with my slave's performance, but do you ship your products?"
"Of course, most of the people fly here and can't take it with them. Plus, we can only bring a limited supply with us and we usually sell more than we bring."
"And I can't leave a St. Andrews cross set up in my house. Can it be broken down and stored?"
"All of our furniture can be broken down in 30 minutes or less, and put up in the same way, and can be stored in the flat boxes they ship in. The cross can be taken down in 10. The two longer arms even break down in half. The box is four feet long and can easily be stored under your bed."
"That's great. And can I get padding on the cross pieces?"
"In five different leather colors."
"Just one more question. Do you stock the ankle/foot boots that you used to suspend her upside down or do you know where I can obtain some like it. I loved the look of my slave hanging upside down."
"Everyone loved your slave in that position. We sold 27 of those crosses after your contest. I'm sorry, but we don't carry the boots, but there is a Mistress here who sells leather goods designed, built and fitted to your specification. She does sell suspension boots and they can be fitted exactly to your slave. She also sells a number of other items that you might find of interest for such a beautiful slave."
My slave interrupted our conversation with her plea to cum.
"No, you may not, you needy slut." It was my intention to keep her on the edge of an orgasm for most of the morning until the right time should arise. I did, however, turn off the vibe. No sense in being cruel. I couldn't fail to notice the fresh fluids gracing her sex, however.
"Can I see the color choices please?"
"Certainly, sir."
He showed me the different wood and leather choices and I selected an oak in a medium light stain with a burgundy leather padding and gave me a 50% discount due to our assistance in securing so many sales.
"Can you point out the supplier offering the suspension boots?" I asked.
He pointed to a small booth at the opposite end of the hall near one of the exit doors. "Right down there, sir."
"Thanks for all your help, Ben. It's been an education."
As we headed in the general direction of the booth he'd indicated, I turned on the vibe again. My slave gave a slight start, but recovered quickly and regained her composure. Before we reached that booth, I found a clothing exhibit and turned in. I had Marcia kneel in place, while I looked at their offerings. I had been looking around for no more than five minutes when I heard my slave moan and she tapped my leg.
"Master, may I please cum?"
"No, slave. Hush!" I turned the vibe off again.
I found a couple items of clothing for me, in leather as it seemed to be a popular option for masters, one I thought I might wear at the Valentines Dance tomorrow. I also found a leather loin cloth for my slave. Very brief, covering nothing, particularly if she was sitting or kneeling, but I'd always been impressed with photos or drawings of scantily clad women warriors perhaps carrying a spear or bow. Illustrations like those Frank Frazetta, Boris Vallejo, Luis Royo and Julie Bell drew. I put it on her, because sometimes, scantily clad was even sexier than naked. I couldn't help but notice that there was fresh dew gracing her cunt. I turned on the vibe again and she shivered then followed me. Her stride was less steady than when we started out the morning.
We stopped at another booth as we moved to the end of the hall specializing in slave jewelry. As we entered the booth, my little slave fell to her knees, groveling at my feet, begging me to cum.
"Please master, please let me cum. Your needy slave begs for your leave to cum!"
"Not yet, slave." I did, however, turn the vibe off again. She remained on her knees, fearful that she might still climax if she stood up.
This was an intriguing shop. Nipple piercings, clit and vaginal piercings, body jewelry, nose rings, ear decorations, all were displayed on lovely female slaves. They would hold a pose for 10 minutes, then shift into another pose, showing a different aspect of their jewelry. The proprietor was a young Mistress, no more than early thirties. Her business card indicated that she designed all the jewelry herself. I inquired if she could assist me in picking out some jewelry for my slave. The title of the business was Mistress Brianna's Slave Baubles.
"Your slave is Marcia, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is."
"She's caused quite a stir at the convention. Everybody knows who she is. I wouldn't mind owning her. Is she for sale?"
"Not for all the money in the world." I smiled at Brianna.
"I wouldn't give her up either," she said.
"I'd really like your assistance, will you help?"
"Of course. Call her over."
I called my slave and she knelt at my feet.
"Let me get a better look at her," Brianna said.
"Display, slave."
Marcia assumed her position. I turned on her vibe once again. My slave quivered, but held her position.
Brianna asked, "May I?" reaching towards her breasts.
"I asked for your help," I said.
"Yes." She reached out and hefted each one in her hand. "Lovely, absolutely stunning." She pinched each nipple, already hardening with the arousal my slave was receiving in her pussy. "These darling nipples absolutely call for a piercing; I'm thinking horizontal unless you insist on vertical, but I'm thinking horizontal piercings present more options. They become quite engorged don't they?" She sc****d each one with two fingernails, drawing it out. My slave was beginning to moan with the attention her tits and pussy were receiving.
"Zoe, Sandra, Adele, attend!" Brianna snapped, and three of her models circled their Mistress. "I'm thinking the bar for everyday wear, like Sandra's, particularly if she must have some subtlety, perhaps church or meeting with friends who aren't in the lifestyle, or perhaps work, if that's an issue."
My slave was making increasingly louder noises and her legs were beginning to shake slightly.
"Master, may I cum?" she asked.
"No, you may not," I ordered. Brianna continued to delicately touch and sc**** her diamond hard nubbins.
"I don't think I can wait, Master. Your needy slave pleads relief. Please, Master."
God, I was a bastard sometimes. "You'll know what will happen if you disobey?"
"Yes, Master. I'm trying, but I can't hold on. Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she sighed, losing her battle with her arousal, a trickle of liquid running down her leg, struggling to maintain her position.
Brianna said, "It appears your slave has cum."
"It does, doesn't it." I left the vibe on.
"In addition to the simple posts," Brianna said, "I'd also recommend a hoop, like Adele has." Adele cupped her breasts and displayed the small gold loops in her nipples. "The hoops have the added benefit of versatility. There is so much that you can do with them. You can attach a chain between them as additional adornment, or a nipple/clit chain such as the one that Sandra is wearing." Sandra pulled back her labial lips to show another hoop in her clitoral hood with chains running up to her nipples. "Or a chain from her collar to the nipples. You can also hang weights or other adornments from the hoops. Like I said, hoops are quite versatile."
Brianna had her hands under each breast and was rubbing her thumbs over the tips of my slaves nipples. Marcia was moaning low in her throat at the continued assault of her erogenous zones. Her breasts were rising and falling with each panting breath.
"Now Zoe here has something for special occasions that I would also recommend, particularly for breasts such as your slaves; and that would be a shield. Show the master, Zoe." Zoe stepped forward and pushing her breast up and out displaying a gold shield looking like flames surrounding the nipple, held there by a bar through the nipple. They really were quite lovely pieces of jewelry. "We have a number of different styles including Celtic, Nordic, Aztec, Greek, Egyptian, tribal or Indian designs."
My slave interrupted once again, "Master, please let me cum."
"You've already climaxed without my permission. Why do you ask now?"
"Because I don't want my punishment to be more severe, Master. Please let me cum."
"Very well, cum, slave."
She did, finding it even more difficult to maintain her position. Her legs were visibly shaking, her head was lifting, her elbows were dropping and moving forward. Huge shuddering gasps seized her and another trickle of fluid appeared on the other leg.
Brianna knelt down, pushed the brief loin cloth aside, and studied Marcia's cunt. "May I," she asked again, indicating the We/Vibe. I turned it off and she removed it, dripping with Marcia's spend. She pulled back Marcia's folds exposing her clit more. "We could add a hoop here, in the hood, just like the one that Adele showed you. You've already seen some of what can be done with the hoop."
"What does it feel like to the slave," I asked. Brianna continued to touch and rub Marcia's hypersensitive nub, causing her breath to quicken.
"Tell him, Adele."
"It's very stimulating, Master." Adele said. "The hoop is constantly rubbing against my clit. When I first received my hoop I was climaxing multiple times per day. It's eased somewhat. I now only cum four to five times daily, although it does depend on what I'm doing, more if I'm making lots of movement, less if I'm sitting quietly."
"That doesn't sound very practical. You've seen how responsive my slave is. I'm afraid that if we did that, she wouldn't be able to do much else. What other options are there?"
"Zoe, show the Master your cunt."
"Yes, Mistress," she replied. She stood in front of me and spread her legs wide. She had a small hoop piercing one of her inner lips. Dangling from the hoop were three leaf like gold disks approximately an inch in diameter, hanging one from the other, extending down about 4 inches. It appeared to be inscribed with some words so I pulled her closer until I could read it. It said 'I am Brianna's Property'.
"I would suggest for your slave," Brianna said, "making the piercing in the outer labia, rather than the inner. For a master, it would not get in the way when he uses his slave's cunt. For a Mistress, it doesn't matter." Brianna slid her hand down from Marcia's clit, through the moist slickness of her slit to her outer lips and pinching it in the location she thought the piercing should be. My slave's sudden intake of breath and increased moisture was the only sign she gave of Brianna's movement. "You can use the dangles to denote ownership as I've done with Zoe. And again, for those times when the dangles may be inappropriate, you can remove them; they just clip on the hoop. The hoop is more permanent however. Would you like me to replace this," indicating the We/Vibe.
"Please, thank you," I said.
Brianna fitted the vibe back in Marcia's pussy so it fit snugly in place. Marcia gave another gasp. Brianna stood, sliding her fingers back up Marcia's body, tweaking her nipples as she rose. I stood as well.
"I do have some important questions before deciding to whether or not to go forward," I said. "What about pain for starters?"
Brianna pulled aside her own garment showing that she also had her nipples pierced. "I can speak from experience when I say that it hurts about as much as getting your ears pierced. They will then be tender for a couple of days. Movement will tend to increase the pain; wearing a bra helps alleviate that for the first couple days. After that, they shouldn't hurt anymore than they do now. Zoe tells me the labia piercing is much the same. We provide an antibiotic ointment which should be used every three hours for the first three days, on all the piercings. It has a secondary benefit in that it has a numbing agent to reduce soreness."
"What about risk of infection?"
"I've not heard of any of my customers suffering an infection when they followed my instructions," Brianna replied. "A couple have reported having to go to the doctors later, but upon investigation, they weren't using the ointment as instructed. The tube was almost full when we checked when it should have been nearly empty. The infections cleared up with antibiotics and proper care."
"I would imagine that any punishment to the breasts and cunt are out of the question after the slave has been pierced until after several days have passed?"
"Unless you are a very cruel master," Brianna replied.
"Slave, you've heard our conversation?" I asked.
"I have, Master."
"It is my intent to follow Mistress Brianna's recommendations regarding your adornment. I would like to get some bars, hoops and shields for your nipples, some nipple and body chains, and a piercing of your outer labia with dangles such as Zoe has. I believe that any or all of them would make my slave look even more spectacular than she already is. I want you to closely inspect all the slaves jewelry, ask these three slaves whatever questions you need to ask them, and look at some of the other samples available here. I have to speak to Brianna about a special request. When I am finished with that conversation, you will tell me if you accept the adornment, all or what part you can accept and what you cannot. You may also have some say as to the particular adornments we choose. Understood?"
"So would I," Marcia replied.
"Then off to bed with you, slave."
"Yes, Master," and she snuggled against me.
"That is not how a slave sleeps with her master," I reminded her.
"Yes, Master." She turned around until her mouth was level with my growing cock and her cunt was even with my face. I could smell the redolence of her sex, ripe with the scent of her most recent orgasms; rich and earthy with a salty tang. Some of her copious discharges tonight had dried on her mound, her upper thighs, and her outer lips. I pulled her hips to my face and buried my tongue in that piquant accumulation of her passion. She sighed in pleasure and parted her lips for my cock to enter the hot wetness of her mouth. I felt my prick swell under the attentions of her tongue and lips which swirled up and down the length of my stalk. My own lips and tongue found the bud distending from the folds of her cleft. Her throat opened to take my cock and I plunged to the back of her throat, her lips moving over the root. I thought that I would have a hard time reaching climax as I had cum five times already, but my slave would have none of it. Her throat muscles were working the glans, her tongue was circling the stalk and every inch of it was experiencing the pressure of her sucking.
Her own sex had experienced uncounted pleasure today, but rather than reaching her limits, every previous orgasm had brought the next one that much closer. Before I could cum, I felt her tap my leg and her fingers flashed the signal for her release.
I said, "Cum, slave," as I exploded in her mouth. After my release, I felt her cleaning my cock, while I licked up her release. We fell asleep that way.
*******
I awoke before my little slave, and put a few things together for the days activities. She'd really been drained yesterday, so I let her sleep longer than usual. Around 8:30, I woke her up and we showered together, soaping and rinsing each other as we usually did. Today, my slave would be wearing the We/Vibe for at least the morning. I put a little bit of lube on it and positioned it in her pussy. I still hadn't downloaded the app, but it also came with a remote that worked at any distance up to about 9 feet. I didn't plan being much farther from my slave than that at any time. We left the room naked and went down to the dining room. I got French toast for both of us and fed Marcia as she knelt beside me. Most everyone else had eaten already so we had the dining room to ourselves except Master Don who waited with his slave for yesterdays contest winners to show up for their winnings. Apparently, he was still waiting for one person to pick theirs up.
After we ate, I had my little slave relieve the swelling of my cock. She started by taking my semi-tumescent prick in her mouth and with her cocksucking talents, bring it to full hardness. When I was sufficiently hard, I turned on the We/Vibe, bent her over the table and eased into her sheath around the Vibe. Ted had been correct in saying that she would be able to accept my cock while wearing the device. I adjusted the settings until I found a vibration pattern that was pleasing to me, then began plundering her cunt with my cock. Stroke after stroke deep into her tight pussy. Her Kegel exercises were doing an excellent job of strengthening the muscles she used to massage my shaft. Apparently, she found the vibration pattern to her liking as well, when combined with my slow pumping of her cunt; her fluids freely flowed around my shaft.
"Master, may I cum?" She asked, a panting moan following her request.
"Soon, slave, not yet."
I gave another dozen rapid strokes before she said, "Please, Master, I can't last much longer. May I cum?"
I couldn't wait any longer either and told her to release as I filled her cunt with my milky cream.
"Aaaahhh," she sighed. "That feels so good." She was so right, it was exquisite. The vibrations of the We/Vibe combined with the wet, tight warmth of her pussy had been ball draining.
With my pulsing thrusts ended, she knelt down again in position 1 and cleaned our combined discharges from my cock. Master Don had been an interested spectator to our show and congratulated me on my slave once again after we were finished.
"Your slave has the most beautiful expression on her face when she spends," he said. "Just watching her cum was enough to make me hard. Do you share your slave?"
"I'm sorry, I don't," I replied. "She's too precious to me."
"I'd probably feel the same if I were you. I don't know that I've ever seen a more enticing, intoxicating slave, and so full of heat." Marcia blushed prettily. "Is she always so passionate?"
"She has an extraordinary sexual capacity," I replied, "but I've never seen it released to the extent that it has this trip. It has been a revelation to me as well."
"Has she ever performed in front of others before?" Master Don asked.
"No. This is the first time for both of us."
"Ah! An exhibitionist. She's found she likes fucking for others viewing pleasure." I observed my slave lower her eyes, but she also spread her legs a tad wider and pulled her shoulders back a hair more, her breasts thrusting out farther, her nipples getting harder.
"I believe that to be true," I said, smiling. "Never has she been so multi-orgasmic."
Master Don approached my slave and lifted his eyebrows in unspoken query. I nodded yes to his unspoken request. He touched her cheek, ran his hand down her neck, over her shoulder, crushing her right breast in his large hand, pinching her stiffened nipple, and bent down to run his fingers through her cleft. Her cunt was wet with my cum and hers. He brought his fingers up for her to clean.
"You should fuck her in public more often. It really brings out her slave heat."
"Circumstances don't often allow it," I said.
"A shame. Her beauty, passion and pleasure should be witnessed as often as possible."
Master Don returned to his seat and opened his leathers so that his slave could relieve his need. My slave and I returned to the exhibition hall as we had not had a chance to visit all the booths due to my slaves prolonged demonstrations. Before we checked any of the other exhibits, I went back to the furniture booth. I got Ben's attention and he came to me immediately, hoping that my slave would demonstrate another piece of equipment. I started my slaves We/Vibe to keep her occupied while I conversed with Ben.
"What can I do for you, Master Sam?"
"I forgot to inquire yesterday, being preoccupied with my slave's performance, but do you ship your products?"
"Of course, most of the people fly here and can't take it with them. Plus, we can only bring a limited supply with us and we usually sell more than we bring."
"And I can't leave a St. Andrews cross set up in my house. Can it be broken down and stored?"
"All of our furniture can be broken down in 30 minutes or less, and put up in the same way, and can be stored in the flat boxes they ship in. The cross can be taken down in 10. The two longer arms even break down in half. The box is four feet long and can easily be stored under your bed."
"That's great. And can I get padding on the cross pieces?"
"In five different leather colors."
"Just one more question. Do you stock the ankle/foot boots that you used to suspend her upside down or do you know where I can obtain some like it. I loved the look of my slave hanging upside down."
"Everyone loved your slave in that position. We sold 27 of those crosses after your contest. I'm sorry, but we don't carry the boots, but there is a Mistress here who sells leather goods designed, built and fitted to your specification. She does sell suspension boots and they can be fitted exactly to your slave. She also sells a number of other items that you might find of interest for such a beautiful slave."
My slave interrupted our conversation with her plea to cum.
"No, you may not, you needy slut." It was my intention to keep her on the edge of an orgasm for most of the morning until the right time should arise. I did, however, turn off the vibe. No sense in being cruel. I couldn't fail to notice the fresh fluids gracing her sex, however.
"Can I see the color choices please?"
"Certainly, sir."
He showed me the different wood and leather choices and I selected an oak in a medium light stain with a burgundy leather padding and gave me a 50% discount due to our assistance in securing so many sales.
"Can you point out the supplier offering the suspension boots?" I asked.
He pointed to a small booth at the opposite end of the hall near one of the exit doors. "Right down there, sir."
"Thanks for all your help, Ben. It's been an education."
As we headed in the general direction of the booth he'd indicated, I turned on the vibe again. My slave gave a slight start, but recovered quickly and regained her composure. Before we reached that booth, I found a clothing exhibit and turned in. I had Marcia kneel in place, while I looked at their offerings. I had been looking around for no more than five minutes when I heard my slave moan and she tapped my leg.
"Master, may I please cum?"
"No, slave. Hush!" I turned the vibe off again.
I found a couple items of clothing for me, in leather as it seemed to be a popular option for masters, one I thought I might wear at the Valentines Dance tomorrow. I also found a leather loin cloth for my slave. Very brief, covering nothing, particularly if she was sitting or kneeling, but I'd always been impressed with photos or drawings of scantily clad women warriors perhaps carrying a spear or bow. Illustrations like those Frank Frazetta, Boris Vallejo, Luis Royo and Julie Bell drew. I put it on her, because sometimes, scantily clad was even sexier than naked. I couldn't help but notice that there was fresh dew gracing her cunt. I turned on the vibe again and she shivered then followed me. Her stride was less steady than when we started out the morning.
We stopped at another booth as we moved to the end of the hall specializing in slave jewelry. As we entered the booth, my little slave fell to her knees, groveling at my feet, begging me to cum.
"Please master, please let me cum. Your needy slave begs for your leave to cum!"
"Not yet, slave." I did, however, turn the vibe off again. She remained on her knees, fearful that she might still climax if she stood up.
This was an intriguing shop. Nipple piercings, clit and vaginal piercings, body jewelry, nose rings, ear decorations, all were displayed on lovely female slaves. They would hold a pose for 10 minutes, then shift into another pose, showing a different aspect of their jewelry. The proprietor was a young Mistress, no more than early thirties. Her business card indicated that she designed all the jewelry herself. I inquired if she could assist me in picking out some jewelry for my slave. The title of the business was Mistress Brianna's Slave Baubles.
"Your slave is Marcia, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is."
"She's caused quite a stir at the convention. Everybody knows who she is. I wouldn't mind owning her. Is she for sale?"
"Not for all the money in the world." I smiled at Brianna.
"I wouldn't give her up either," she said.
"I'd really like your assistance, will you help?"
"Of course. Call her over."
I called my slave and she knelt at my feet.
"Let me get a better look at her," Brianna said.
"Display, slave."
Marcia assumed her position. I turned on her vibe once again. My slave quivered, but held her position.
Brianna asked, "May I?" reaching towards her breasts.
"I asked for your help," I said.
"Yes." She reached out and hefted each one in her hand. "Lovely, absolutely stunning." She pinched each nipple, already hardening with the arousal my slave was receiving in her pussy. "These darling nipples absolutely call for a piercing; I'm thinking horizontal unless you insist on vertical, but I'm thinking horizontal piercings present more options. They become quite engorged don't they?" She sc****d each one with two fingernails, drawing it out. My slave was beginning to moan with the attention her tits and pussy were receiving.
"Zoe, Sandra, Adele, attend!" Brianna snapped, and three of her models circled their Mistress. "I'm thinking the bar for everyday wear, like Sandra's, particularly if she must have some subtlety, perhaps church or meeting with friends who aren't in the lifestyle, or perhaps work, if that's an issue."
My slave was making increasingly louder noises and her legs were beginning to shake slightly.
"Master, may I cum?" she asked.
"No, you may not," I ordered. Brianna continued to delicately touch and sc**** her diamond hard nubbins.
"I don't think I can wait, Master. Your needy slave pleads relief. Please, Master."
God, I was a bastard sometimes. "You'll know what will happen if you disobey?"
"Yes, Master. I'm trying, but I can't hold on. Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she sighed, losing her battle with her arousal, a trickle of liquid running down her leg, struggling to maintain her position.
Brianna said, "It appears your slave has cum."
"It does, doesn't it." I left the vibe on.
"In addition to the simple posts," Brianna said, "I'd also recommend a hoop, like Adele has." Adele cupped her breasts and displayed the small gold loops in her nipples. "The hoops have the added benefit of versatility. There is so much that you can do with them. You can attach a chain between them as additional adornment, or a nipple/clit chain such as the one that Sandra is wearing." Sandra pulled back her labial lips to show another hoop in her clitoral hood with chains running up to her nipples. "Or a chain from her collar to the nipples. You can also hang weights or other adornments from the hoops. Like I said, hoops are quite versatile."
Brianna had her hands under each breast and was rubbing her thumbs over the tips of my slaves nipples. Marcia was moaning low in her throat at the continued assault of her erogenous zones. Her breasts were rising and falling with each panting breath.
"Now Zoe here has something for special occasions that I would also recommend, particularly for breasts such as your slaves; and that would be a shield. Show the master, Zoe." Zoe stepped forward and pushing her breast up and out displaying a gold shield looking like flames surrounding the nipple, held there by a bar through the nipple. They really were quite lovely pieces of jewelry. "We have a number of different styles including Celtic, Nordic, Aztec, Greek, Egyptian, tribal or Indian designs."
My slave interrupted once again, "Master, please let me cum."
"You've already climaxed without my permission. Why do you ask now?"
"Because I don't want my punishment to be more severe, Master. Please let me cum."
"Very well, cum, slave."
She did, finding it even more difficult to maintain her position. Her legs were visibly shaking, her head was lifting, her elbows were dropping and moving forward. Huge shuddering gasps seized her and another trickle of fluid appeared on the other leg.
Brianna knelt down, pushed the brief loin cloth aside, and studied Marcia's cunt. "May I," she asked again, indicating the We/Vibe. I turned it off and she removed it, dripping with Marcia's spend. She pulled back Marcia's folds exposing her clit more. "We could add a hoop here, in the hood, just like the one that Adele showed you. You've already seen some of what can be done with the hoop."
"What does it feel like to the slave," I asked. Brianna continued to touch and rub Marcia's hypersensitive nub, causing her breath to quicken.
"Tell him, Adele."
"It's very stimulating, Master." Adele said. "The hoop is constantly rubbing against my clit. When I first received my hoop I was climaxing multiple times per day. It's eased somewhat. I now only cum four to five times daily, although it does depend on what I'm doing, more if I'm making lots of movement, less if I'm sitting quietly."
"That doesn't sound very practical. You've seen how responsive my slave is. I'm afraid that if we did that, she wouldn't be able to do much else. What other options are there?"
"Zoe, show the Master your cunt."
"Yes, Mistress," she replied. She stood in front of me and spread her legs wide. She had a small hoop piercing one of her inner lips. Dangling from the hoop were three leaf like gold disks approximately an inch in diameter, hanging one from the other, extending down about 4 inches. It appeared to be inscribed with some words so I pulled her closer until I could read it. It said 'I am Brianna's Property'.
"I would suggest for your slave," Brianna said, "making the piercing in the outer labia, rather than the inner. For a master, it would not get in the way when he uses his slave's cunt. For a Mistress, it doesn't matter." Brianna slid her hand down from Marcia's clit, through the moist slickness of her slit to her outer lips and pinching it in the location she thought the piercing should be. My slave's sudden intake of breath and increased moisture was the only sign she gave of Brianna's movement. "You can use the dangles to denote ownership as I've done with Zoe. And again, for those times when the dangles may be inappropriate, you can remove them; they just clip on the hoop. The hoop is more permanent however. Would you like me to replace this," indicating the We/Vibe.
"Please, thank you," I said.
Brianna fitted the vibe back in Marcia's pussy so it fit snugly in place. Marcia gave another gasp. Brianna stood, sliding her fingers back up Marcia's body, tweaking her nipples as she rose. I stood as well.
"I do have some important questions before deciding to whether or not to go forward," I said. "What about pain for starters?"
Brianna pulled aside her own garment showing that she also had her nipples pierced. "I can speak from experience when I say that it hurts about as much as getting your ears pierced. They will then be tender for a couple of days. Movement will tend to increase the pain; wearing a bra helps alleviate that for the first couple days. After that, they shouldn't hurt anymore than they do now. Zoe tells me the labia piercing is much the same. We provide an antibiotic ointment which should be used every three hours for the first three days, on all the piercings. It has a secondary benefit in that it has a numbing agent to reduce soreness."
"What about risk of infection?"
"I've not heard of any of my customers suffering an infection when they followed my instructions," Brianna replied. "A couple have reported having to go to the doctors later, but upon investigation, they weren't using the ointment as instructed. The tube was almost full when we checked when it should have been nearly empty. The infections cleared up with antibiotics and proper care."
"I would imagine that any punishment to the breasts and cunt are out of the question after the slave has been pierced until after several days have passed?"
"Unless you are a very cruel master," Brianna replied.
"Slave, you've heard our conversation?" I asked.
"I have, Master."
"It is my intent to follow Mistress Brianna's recommendations regarding your adornment. I would like to get some bars, hoops and shields for your nipples, some nipple and body chains, and a piercing of your outer labia with dangles such as Zoe has. I believe that any or all of them would make my slave look even more spectacular than she already is. I want you to closely inspect all the slaves jewelry, ask these three slaves whatever questions you need to ask them, and look at some of the other samples available here. I have to speak to Brianna about a special request. When I am finished with that conversation, you will tell me if you accept the adornment, all or what part you can accept and what you cannot. You may also have some say as to the particular adornments we choose. Understood?"
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