(cw: Bondage, D/s, piercing, humiliation, public display, romance)
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It's after nine o'clock and the waiting room is empty except for us. I'm shivering despite your trench coat draped over my half naked body. You've dressed me in a red lace bra and matching crotchless panties. Thigh high stockings to match. Your coat is warm enough. It's the nerves making me shiver.
Matty rattles in the back, stainless steel instruments on a tray. He's not exactly a friend of yours but you've both run in the same circles long enough and attendees at fetish nights swear by him. He likes kinky piercings. He likes to watch.
You reach over and touch my thigh gently, stroking me like a nervous animal. I've known this is was coming for some time. And it's an honor. A commitment between us both more profound and personal than a wedding. When you had Matty pierce my nipples six months ago, I was already in love. Ready to dedicate myself to being yours and no one else's. But this will change everything. This is the ring that matters.
Matty calls us to come through the tattoo and piercing shop to his back room. You have me on a long, silver leash and you slow your natural pace to accommodate the teetering heels you've locked around my feet.
The table is surprisingly short and reminds me of a gynecologist's set up, with an adjustable stool and a rolling cart for the clamps, antiseptic, and tools. Matty takes me in as I walk in behind you, his eyes drinking in the sight of a soft, doe-eyed brunette woman clad in lingerie, so thoroughly owned.
You take the coat and hang it behind the door, exposing me even more but soon my legs will be spread and there'll be no hiding at all.
You help me up onto the table. Matty looks like he'd like to help me to but folks who know you know better than to touch your possessions without asking.
The table has a place to cradle my head. Unlike the one I had my nipples done with, this table has arms, a fact that doesn't escape you. You retrieve the leather cuffs you brought with you in the pockets of your trench and tighten both and until I can barely move my arms. A gesture meant to comfort rather than frighten me. Any time you restrain me is a gift. I feel beautiful like this and my body starts to relax into the restraints. An extension of your will.
"Spread your thighs," you tell me, putting your hand between them and slapping them almost gently. I obey at once, exposing my naked pussy lips to reveal the little magnetic clamp you attached to my clit almost two hours ago.
Matty stares at my pussy and the magnetic clamp on my clit in appreciation. "You thought of everything."
You give him a half smile and me a full one. "The big rituals of our lives just require a little forethought."
"Is this a wedding then? Am I officiating?" Matty grins.
You show Matty the ring you chose to match the ring I'll be wearing. "Not exactly a wedding, but a beautiful ceremony nonetheless. We can't do it without you."
You reach down to pull the magnetic clamp from my clit and I can't help but whimper and whine as the blood returns to my clit.
Matty reaches out to me with what looks like a small pair of tongs and clamps my sore little clit before the throbbing subsides.
"Deep breaths," you tell me as I thrash on the table. "You've been such a good girl and obeyed me so well, I'm going to give you another ring today too. Would you like that?"
I'm surprised and flattered and I bite my lip and try to extend the ring finger of my left hand as you reach into your coat.
"Not there, pet," you say, pulling a leather buckle and strap with a thick stainless steel ring opposite the buckle. "Open wide."
I breathe more heavily than I mean to as you attach the ring gag tightly. Mostly out of arousal. But in denying me the ability to speak or move my hands, you've taken away my ability to use my safeword to stop this. I don't want to stop it but knowing I can't makes my heart race.
"There," you say, looking at me all gagged and helpless. "So beautiful. How do you feel? Nod for good. Shake your head if something needs to be adjusted."
I nod, my heart galloping. I try to ignore Matty who is clearly watching my puffy pussy lips flood with arousal. You follow my gaze and push my head back against the headrest and twist the silver leash around the top of the headrest until I can't properly see Matty unless he moves forward.
"You said this table articulates so that the head can be slightly lowered?"