It has been six weeks since Bonnie was ringed. For her it was a long six weeks.
She was not allowed to wear anything but the rings and every morning he would pour peroxide over her 38 double D tits and shaved pussy. He would use the peroxide on a cloth for her nose.
Beside her other duties of serving Him, shaving and reciting the "Standing Rules" while in position daily, at noontime, she was required to do it again and when He got home, He did it again. He didn't want any chance of infection as He was playing almost daily with the rings. He didn't put any weight on them, or tug very hard, wanting them to heal but still able to have at least some fun.
At the beginning, to his pleasure, the peroxide burned. Bonnie was having difficulty following his instruction of being silent while he was cleaning her. She would close her eyes tight and clench her teeth, while trying not to press blood into her head, as it would make the nose ring throb.
After a time the pain receded and the more it did, although he did it slowly, the harder he would play. She did notice that he was not being extremely rough, but it was noticeable.
Today was Saturday and he had parked the car in the garage last night. This is something he didn't usually do, as he liked to parade her from the house to the car.
Today though, he had a plan.
After Bonnie ate her breakfast out of her doggie bowl with her ass up as usual, he clipped D-rings to her tit rings. The D-rings were connected to a chain with a somewhat larger link in the middle, to which he connected a leash.
He put leather cuffs on her wrists and connected them together behind her back.
Still bare-assed, he led her with the leash out to the car. As the leash was on a fixed ring in the middle, he was able to steer her with tugs to the left or right.
He loaded her, on her back, into the trunk of the car. With a little play in the chain, he connected the leash to the metal just under the rear window. He told her to spread her elbows and legs as wide as she could. The trunk was not as wide as she was tall, so to spread her legs, she had to raise her knees - exposing the glistening clit ring. If Bonnie tipped or rolled the chain would tug on a tit. He closed the trunk.
As Bonnie was lying sideways in the trunk, going around curves was not so bad. Her weight shifted from ass to shoulders. When He accelerated or braked however, the chain tugged on her tits. She tried to move her elbows and legs around in anticipation, but the tugs were inevitable.
She had lost all sense of time in the dark of the trunk. What seemed like a very long time of fighting to keep the chain from tugging, He opened the trunk and had her get out.
All she saw all around her were trees before He tugged on the chain, moving her forward.
Bare-assed, cuffed and being led up a trail on a tit leash, she was embarrassed but she was also determined to please Him. If He wanted to lead her around bare-assed in public, she would not argue. She knew her Standing Rules well and she had not forgotten her earlier resolve to be even more submissive.
They occasionally passed a few people coming the other way. They stood and stared, sometime with their mouth open, cackled with laughter or made lewd comments. She heard things like "Nice piece of ass!" or "That's the best way to keep them!"
They walked for about a half hour and stopped in a small clearing. There, he had her get in position.
Placing her feet shoulder length apart. She bent at the waist until her upper body was parallel to the ground, keeping her legs straight. She reached as well as she could while cuffed behind her, pulling her ass cheeks and pussy as wide apart as she could. The chain hanging in a "Y" from her new tit rings to the ground.
She felt something pushing against her asshole, so she dutifully pushed out to ease the entry. As soon as she felt it slightly enter, she relaxed her muscles and the butt plug slipped in.
"You are getting more," he said, "do not let them slip out. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
She felt a dildoe slip in. The toy had a tickler on it and it rubbed her clit ring seductively.
"Stand and spread your' legs wider," he ordered.
Without saying anything, she straightened up and spread her legs. With this, her pussy lips spread slightly pressing the feelers on the dildoe closer to her clit. The cuffs hindered her from putting her hands behind her head.
He locked a chastity belt around her waist and pulled it up snugly to her stuffed holes. It pushed the tickler of the dildoe even closer to her clit, the small feelers pushing her clit ring up. The ring pulled her clit hood back, exposing her clit fully to the other feelers.
Following the chastity belt, he slipped a ring gag behind her teeth and buckled the strap behind her head.
He led her with the leash to a nearby bench, having her kneel in front and facing it.
He passed the leash under the seat, looped it through the space of the last board and pulled it tight enough so her tit rings lifted and locked it with a small padlock trough the links and blindfolded her.
He taped a sign to the backrest. "This slave is tit chained to the bench. She is forbidden to speak. Please don't speak to her. Just have a seat and enjoy a nice blowjob. Rubbers are on the bench for your' health and that of the slave. Without one, the slave is instructed to spit it back out"
"You are forbidden to speak," he commanded. A second command of "Any cock in your' mouth with a Rubber gets sucked off and without one - spit it out," was necessary since she would do absolutely nothing having to do with sex, as per her Standing Rules, unless he deemed so.
She nodded.
He walked into the woods where he could see her but none on the bench could see him. He knew there were crazies in the world and didn't want her in harms' way. In the clubs, he knew most of the people and the ones he didn't, he knew they respected the general BDSM rules. Anything really extreme is agreed upon beforehand. In an "open situation", one never knew.
In clubs or around other lifestyle friends, she was actually proud to show off being a slave. In any other situation, she was embarrassed to show off even a little bit "too much" cleavage.
He had spent a lot of time conditioning her to be hypersensitive, making it very difficult for her not to cum quickly when touched - making orgasm denial a torture.
He had spent just as much time working on having her proud of her body in any situation. Having her proud, he knew, meant better sex. The embarrassment was a turn off while being humiliated was a turn on for her.
She was five foot ten, with dark sea blue eyes, 38 DD - 24 -36. Her face could easily be used for a make-up model. Dark caramel colored nipples and globes that invited to be sucked. Shaved from the neck down her body glowed when creamed or oiled. A fantastically hot apple shaped ass with a "Y" ending in dimples just above her ass crack. Her shiny, straight strawberry blonde hair came to the bottom of her ass. Along with super shapely legs that never seemed to end because of her un-broken sunbank tan. The new rings in her nose, nipples and clit hood were not only eye catchers; they also provided more ways he could play with them. She would have no problem being the centerfold of any sex magazine. Many were jealous that he had such a hot looking slave.
He brought her out in public - at times a staged public, like the time he brought her to the bar, often. Each time he dressed her even closer to nothing, attempting to eliminate her embarrassment through showing off her body.
Slowly, he was having success. She was building confidence. She seemed more comfortable being bare-assed in a non-BDSM environment each time he brought her out.
He took her out bare-assed today as the barely there clothing was now so skimpy that anything less would be bare-assed anyway.
His goal today was to finally get her over her embarrassment. By walking her bare-assed where people could see her to make her realize that being that way does not mean having sex. She had actually smiled once or twice while being stared at or a comment was made during their walk. Add in some BDSM humiliation in a non-BDSM environment, having her service a cock or two while bound and blindfolded so she could hear and feel the pleasing reactions to help her burry her embarrassment. He was gambling that her intensified feeling of being seen while blindfolded would work as a positive. Through these stimulations, he wanted to impress on her that she had no reason for embarrassment.
Bonnie could not imagine being anything else than being a slave. She discovered her submissive feelings when she was young. She felt like she was born to be a slave. She called herself a slave and not a submissive intentionally. To her, submissives had limits - she had almost none. Her hard limits were: No Brutality because her body and her health were her assets to continue to serve, No Kids because they really did not understand what was going on and No Animals because of health reasons. That was it.
She was constantly working on her looks. She watched what she ate to keep an hourglass figure and exercised to keep her legs shapely. Her parents would not allow her so when she was eighteen she had tit augmentation to bring her 36C to a 38DD, yet she still felt embarrassed bare-assed.
She met Him when she was twenty and it clicked almost right away. She didn't really know much about the lifestyle other than the wide spread stereotype crap, so she hadn't realized He was a Dominant. She had taken Him like a different kind of jock.
Slowly He had introduced her to BDSM. They had done role-plays that reminded her of her childhood "slave acting" and he was less reluctant to give her an "order". As time passed, his "orders" came more often, harder and his discipline more strict. She loved every minute of it.
He slowly introduced her to anal. Somehow, it did not hurt so much with Him. Bondage eventually became commonplace. When "real" discipline, punishment and pain came, she was in heaven. Everything came slow. She lost barriers and limits. Her initiation into BDSM was so gradual that she rather slipped into the role of being His slave, now allowing Him to do anything.
He somehow had a "special magic" with building her self-confidence. He helped her overcome her nudity fixation. She was comfortable now in most situations with just a wince here and there. He made it easy for her to be proud of her body.
