Thanks to Thor for his editing.
*****
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.
After lunch on the way home, I stopped at a hardware store for some supplies. She followed me around standing on display. After I made my selections and paid, we headed to the grocery store, and she did the shopping for the week's food. She did attract a lot of stares walking up and down the aisles in the platform ballet boots reaching to get stuff off the top shelf or bending to the lower shelf causing the mini skirt to ride up and expose her bare charms. After checking out, we loaded it into the car and proceeded home, parking in the garage.
"I see you are hard. I want to suck your cock. I don't care how much it hurts your cum is worth it. I will rinse with salt water as soon as I get you off," she asked in a sultry voice as she removed her top.
"Face fuck yourself and be quick about it; the groceries need to be put away," I ordered her.
She shivered, smiled from ear to ear dropped to her knees and undid my pants,
"Thank you, master, I will be quick," she said breathlessly just before swallowing my cock.
She then proceeded to give me a sloppy and noisy blowjob and quickly got me to cum. She took all five pumps in the mouth, showed it to me, then swallowed, licked me clean and tucked my cock away. She went and rinsed her mouth with saltwater, then made five trips out into the garage to bring in the groceries and put them away while I watched. Letting her do that kind of things had been the hardest part for me to get used to. I used to at least help, but since she decided to be my slave I was only allowed to do home repair and yard work. She insisted a good slave took care of her master completely. She loved me to watch her "doing her duty" as she called it. She had wanted to do the yard work, but I forbade it as I didn't think she could walk on the rough ground.
"I need to freshen up. A slave should not be sweaty and smelly for her master. May I remove the butt plug and clean myself out so you can have you cock up my ass?" She said as she walked by swaying her pert plugged ass invitingly on the way to the bathroom.
"Yes," I answered.
I went and retrieved the wooden clothespins I had bought and the cotton rope. She returned to the living room, washed powdered and perfumed naked except for piercings and the ballet boots. I motioned for her to get down on her knees with her back to me. I pulled her arms behind her back with her wrists between her shoulder blades, tied her wrists together looped the ropes over her shoulders and under her armpits, pulled them tight, stretching her wrists higher, and tied the ropes off. She relaxed her shoulders back into the bondage and sighed contently. Then I put a row of the wooden clothespins on each of her arms from the wrists to her elbows.
"Stand up and go get the lube if you want my cock in your ass," I told her.
She hurried off and returned with the lube in her teeth. She dropped it in my hand, turned around and pushed her ass toward me. I obliged, lubed her asshole up and then my cock. She crawled onto my lap facing me, and I held my cock against her asshole as she slowly lowered herself down, moaning with pleasure as she impaled her tight asshole on my cock.
"Sit still and use your muscles to massage my cock. I don't want to cum for a while," I told her.
I hugged her close and started kissing and tonguing her, feeling her new tongue studs. After a while, I pushed her back and assaulted her tits, nibbling and sucking on her nipples and just enjoying myself. I reached down and lightly touched her newly pierced clit, and she had a wild screaming orgasm.
"Thank you master, may I have another?" she panted breathlessly.
This time, I pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and pumped them in and out trying to avoid her pussy lip piercings and just grazed her clit. She convulsed and shook, screamed, and collapsed against me. I let her rest a few minutes.
"Master needs to cum, get me off now," I told her.
She clenched her anal muscles tight and started moving up and down on my cock. Evidently some of the lube had soaked in as the friction was fantastic. It only took five strokes for me to cum. After I had finished pumping my cum into her bowels, she started moving up and down again. I stopped her, waved her to get off, grabbed the butt plug and pushed it home. I stood up, and walked into to bathroom, washed my cock tucking it away. She followed slowly because her hands were still tied tightly behind her back. I glanced at the clock. It was after 6. I had spent the last 3 hours enjoying her body.
