Chapter 2: Getting Ready
I relax as I climb the short steps to the door, letting a week's worth of stress float away as I twist the key and step across the threshold. The moment the door swings shut my mind is once again flooded with possibilities. How many days ago was it when I showed you those non-pierced nipple rings I wanted? I count back in my head and decided it's been about a week or so, enough time if the shipping had been fast. Or maybe it was somehow connected to your jacket, still draped over my shoulders. And of course it could always be a new toy!
I rush to the bedroom, tossing my keys onto the counter and leaving my bag on the floor in the entryway. I attain the bedroom door only to be stopped by a small piece of bright white paper taped to the front.
"Take off everything but my jacket and send me a picture. Then you may open the door."
I practically rip my clothes off in my hurry. A quick picture later, my hand reaches out to grasp the doorknob. I twist, excitement flooding through me. And, nothing. It's locked. I run back to the kitchen for the key, my heart racing by the time I finally manage to open the door. Flicking the light on, I squeal in delight at the lace panties and choker sitting on the bed. They're matching, dark burgundy fabric decorated with black lace accents. I pick up the choker first, admiring the intricate lace work, and notice another note tucked underneath it.
"I hope you like your gift, sweetheart, especially since it's all you're allowed to wear for the rest of the weekend."
I shrug your jacket off my shoulders, securing the choker around my neck before picking up my new panties. Upon closer inspection, I realize they are even smaller than they looked, and that instead of cloth they boast a string of pearls to connect the front piece to the back. Sliding them on, I realize that the pearls aren't meant to cover my folds, but sit between them. They're cold at first, but the heat from my pussy warms them. An experimental wiggle confirms my suspicions as the pearls slide against me, sending tiny waves of tingling heat up my spine.
All dressed, I turn to head back to the kitchen for my computer and a snack when I notice another note taped to the back of the door.
"Wear these for me too."
Taped underneath the words is a small bag containing a pair of metal flowers. The nipple rings I wanted!
I'm already so turned on it's easy to slide the rings onto my hard nipples. Once they're secure, all I feel is a small pinching sensation and I hope it will be enough to keep my nipples standing at attention for you the entire weekend. With a smile on my face, I clean up the clothes still lying in a heap by the door before settling myself on a dining room stool to wait.
The moment I hear your key in the lock I jump up and bolt for the door. Luckily I remember said door is open, meaning anyone outside would be able to see me, and dart back into the kitchen at the last second.
