I was not prepared for the impact the vertical clitoral hood piercing would have on me. If I wasn't a slut before, the piercing made me one. After the initial weeks of the awkward feeling of metal rubbing against my clit, I adjusted. A good five weeks after it healed, and I was in business again.
Just to be clear, those five weeks, I was not sexually idle. My owners would have none of that. Mr. Reynolds decided that it was the perfect time to begin my anal journey. Mrs. Reynolds believed it was the perfect time for me to perfect my oral sex skills. I found it to be a time of torturous horniness.
Now, I know I told you about how I had been wearing plugs a lot per Mr. Reynolds orders. It was nothing like during those five weeks. The only time I am not plugged is during the night when I am asleep. Otherwise, I am walking around with a plug. Sometimes, I am crawling, with a cute little tail plug (I am a pet after all).
The first week of healing, the plug was standard size; don't get me wrong, it was still intrusive, and I was very aware of my anal invader. It also kept me in a near constant state of submission. Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds adore my "submissive glow."
As my parents were still away, I no longer slept at my parent's home. The Reynolds felt it was unnecessary. During my healing, I slept at the foot of their bed, on a huge pillow. They wanted to monitor my aftercare of my piercings. They didn't say it outright, but I got the feeling they didn't trust me to keep them clean.
Part of my duties as their pet slut now included waking each morning to provide both of them oral sex. Mr. Reynolds was first. Mrs. Reynolds liked to sleep in. When I awoke, with an alarm, at 7 am, I began my day.
I went to the on-suite bathroom to relieve myself. I carefully cleaned my piercing with saline and allowed myself to air dry. I brushed my teeth, because who wants a slut with bad breath? Then I slide the plug that has been left out for me with ample lube.
That morning, it felt like a monster. It had two bulbs on it. The one near the tip was a just as smidge smaller than the fat one at the base. The base was narrow so that I wouldn't waddle too bad when walking.
There is no real sexy way to insert a plug on your own. I mean, in porn, women just hike their leg up and pop those suckers in. Yeah, not me. I had to place the plug on the closed toilet lid jack it off with lube. Then turn and squat over it.
The first bulb pressed against my anal ring, and I closed my eyes. There is something deeply humiliating about pushing a large object into your ass by yourself. Sure, when someone else is there to do it, you can sort of write it off as it's not your choice. When you are by yourself, it's your choice.
So there I was, squatting over the closed toilet, a large purple plug pressing into my ass, and gasping while my sex heated up. Anything anal seemed to shoot shocks of arousal straight to my core. Not to mention the little bead that now rested against my clit.
I tried my best not to grunt or moan too loud. I was sure I failed. I often did when Mr. Reynolds upped the size. It took a good five passes until my cheeks hit the seat and the plug nestled into place. Before that point, I fucked my ass with the plug.
Picture that. A petite twenty-something girl with my athletic build bobbing up and down on a purple bulbed plug in a bathroom while her forty-something owners snore just outside the door. Humiliating, definitely; erotic as all get out; absolutely.
Needless to say, by the time the plug had firmly penetrated my ass, I was a horny mess. I desperately wanted to rub my pussy. My cheeks were flush; my chest was pink. I looked in the full-length mirror, with my thighs spread so far apart, my lower lips revealed my cunt.
I stared at it for a moment. The curved silver barbell was through my hood. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I could see the bead on my engorged clit. It would be nothing for me to press it, to roll it, just to tease myself. My hand hovered over my sex.
It blocked my view. My needy haze was clouding my judgment. Did I want to risk the punishment of playing with Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds' cunt without permission? No. I most certainly did not.
With a sigh, I pulled myself off the toilet. The plug moved, and my legs wobbled. I couldn't stop the moan from coming out. I needed to focus on my morning tasks.
I went downstairs to begin breakfast. I prepared French toast, pancakes, sausage, waffles, eggs, anything they wanted. I had it all ready for them by the time my owners awoke. I also brewed coffee. Mrs. Reynolds is a beast without her coffee in the morning.
Once breakfast was made, and warming in the oven, I returned to their bedroom. Carefully, I crawled under the covers and found Mr. Reynolds' cock hidden within his tightie-whities. Sometimes, he has morning wood and its quick. Other times, I have to get him going.
That particular morning, he was already sporting wood. He rolled onto his back the minute my mouth came in contact with his erection. A few bobs and twists in my head had him straining. His hand came to the crown of my head and I deep throated him.
Since Mr. Reynolds adores getting head; my skills have improved immensely. I can hold him deep in my throat for quite a while. Once, Mrs. Reynolds timed me. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I got to three minutes.
That morning, Mr. Reynolds seemed to be in a rush. He pumped into my mouth a few times before he gave me my breakfast. I swallowed every drop of his jizz. I was proud of myself to have learned that so quickly. I suckled at his cock until he was soft.
"Good slut." He patted my head and slurped his now flaccid member out of my mouth.
He slid from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
My task then was to attend to Mrs. Reynolds. She's a tougher nut to crack. I can't just go in for the kill for Mrs. Reynolds. I have to be a lot more seductive.
