Thanks to Thor for his editing.
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Part 2 left off with wife deciding she was going to be my slave. That was after she had played a slave slut for my birthday weekend. She told me she had planned it since her birthday, And from the experience of her deals with me to buy some very expensive extreme high heels.
I had bought her two slave collars one for dress and a slutty dog collar that she wore when she was in complete slave mode and didn't care who saw it. In other words not around family or family friends.
She never wore a bra or panties, had pierced nipples, belly button, and pussy lips. Wore mostly miniskirts or micro miniskirts and very revealing tops, and had 2"pink heart tattoo the said (DON'S PROPERTY) in large black letters on her upper left leg that showed just under the edge of her micro miniskirts.
After a few rough weeks in January, we got the master slave thing to a workable system I was comfortable with. She had set list of duties, like cooking, at least two meals a day, going topless or nude around the house and taking care of the cleaning and laundry. I bound her in some way every night and slept sucking on one of her nipples. She usually sucked my cock while I ate breakfast. I had yet to find anything she didn't like sexually. I could fuck her any hole anytime. She was almost completely submissive, although she would get pouty if I didn't abuse her to her satisfaction. She still always wore the 7" heels or one of her many pairs of even heeled higher ballet boots.
I had decided I wanted to add some more piercings to her body and change her nipple rings, so one morning after a wonderful blowjob, I fucked her in the ass and slid the plug in to add to her discomfort.
"Get dressed, we are going to do your laps and then to the tattoo piercing parlor," I told her.
She was back in about 10 minutes, hair and makeup finished, pink micro mini skirt and pink halter top, stretched nipples poking thru the material prominently, and the pink platform ballet boots. I motioned for her to get in the car. When we walked into the parlor, the clerk looked up,
"Hi, may I help you," he asked.
"Yes I would like to see the tongue studs," I said to him.
He pulled out the display tray, and I picked out two ¼" diameter gold studs.
Next, I walked over to the other display case and picked out eight ½" diameter gold rings, two ¾" retainer rings with a removable cross bar to replace her nipple rings with, a barbell for her clit and last a jeweled nose ring.
"Will there be anything else?" the clerk asked.
"Yes, she needs two tattoos and all of these installed," I told him.
"The tattoo artist will inform you of the cost once he sees the design," he said.
The clerk then rang up the rings and studs and, after I paid, showed us into the backroom where he introduced us to the tattoo artist, who remembered us.
"Put a smaller version of this (I pointed to the tattoo on her left butt cheek) on both of her breasts just above the areola," I instructed the artist.
My slave, wife already had her top off once I had shown him where I wanted them placed on her breasts. She had a very big smile on her face. The artist then inked them; it only took him about 15minutes. She smiled the whole time he worked and thanked him and me when he finished. He then showed us to the room to get her piercing done.
I handed the lady who was going to do the piercing the rings barbell and studs.
"The ½" rings go in her pussy lips space them 3/8" apart around the two my wife slave already has. The jeweled ring goes in her nose. The two ¼" studs in her tongue 1-1/4" back and 3/4" apart and the barbell in her clit," I instructed the woman.
The woman sterilized the jewelry, cleaned each piercing site but when she had tried to numb them my wife stopped her.
"Don't numb them, I like the pain," she stated with excitement in her voice.
So while the woman did all the piercings, my wife slave lay or sat on the table passively and only made a slight twitch, smiled and shivered as the needle pushed thru and the jewelry was installed. When it was all finished, she stood and spread her legs for me to see all her rings and stuck out her tongue to show me her studs.
"Thank you, master, I like all me new jewelry!" Slurring her words because of the tongue piercings.
She put her halter top on, and the new tattoos showed nicely. I paid for the tattoos on the way out.
"What are the extra rings for?" my wife slave asked breathlessly when we had gotten in the car.
"They will replace your nipple rings when the custom jewelry I ordered arrives in a few weeks," I answered her.
She had my pants open and my cock out.
"Stop! You heard what the piercer said. No oral or vaginal sex for at least a month," I said. She sat up and pouted. Then I added "just anal for you for a month till we see the tech to make sure the piercings are healed correctly."
She smiled at that. Her skirt had ridden up, and one of her tits had escaped from the halter top. She made no attempt to correct it and just sat back in her seat. She would not correct a clothing malfunction without permission from me. She enjoyed showing off if she could get away with it. I drove to the restaurant with her exposed like that, and she would have gotten out of the car and walked into the restaurant that way, but I motioned for her to cover up.
I ordered us lunch and, as usual, she attracted a lot of looks walking in the ballet boots dressed in bright pink and the 1" wide dog collar. She hardly touched her food as she was overly careful of eating too much.
"Eat half of it. I don't want you to lose any more weight," I told her.
