Decorating Donna., Part 2
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read part 1, first
Donna had learned to live with her jewelry and her public bondage, as her husband required. It seemed a fair, but kinky trade for the good life she lived.
The 1
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Anniversary
Months later, Jim came up with the idea of returning to Europe for their first anniversary. He thought it would be wonderfully romantic for them to revisit some of the same places where they had such a great time; such fantastic memories.
Donna went along with the plan, as she was in need of a break. She was still getting grief from old friends and her family was still unconvinced that her jewelry was a nice thing.
She had, as time passed gotten used to her jewelry. In fact, it had become so much a part of her that she hardly even noticed it. The restrictions placed on the dexterity of her hands had become very much normal for her. Like someone with a handicap, she had mastered all activities and could do almost everything without much thought.
The constant jingle of her bells had become like white noise; always there, but just part of the background. Similarly, the complications her facial jewelry caused when she ate or drank had also become incidental, as she learned to work with and around them.
The most annoying aspect remained the attention she got from the people around her. Her friends remained confused and only barely accepting, and strangers' stares and comments continued to humiliate her despite her best efforts to ignore them. Early on she had assumed that she'd get used to the stares, but it wasn't the case.
Jim, though, continued to adore her decorations and always made it clear that they would stay as an everlasting part of her.
For their anniversary trip, he planned another lengthy visit to the continent, just as he had done for their honeymoon, mixing in places they had visited and loved with new cities and locales that they thought interesting.
When the time came, they happily boarded their flight, excited to be away from work and the complications of their home town.
It was nice to be back in Europe. As they remembered, the people seemed to be less judgmental and more comfortable with Donna's unusual facial jewelry.
They arrived in Amsterdam and again spent several relaxing days enjoying that favorite city. They toured the beautiful sites, ate and drank at fun restaurants and made passionate love in their hotel at night. Jim took Donna to a couple of Clubs like the exotic ones they had visited in Berlin.
When they went out to those places, she allowed him to lead her around by her leash. She had never agreed to the leash while back in the States, but here, in this sophisticated and mature city it didn't seem so perverted. She even found it turned her on, for some reason that she couldn't quite fathom.
Perhaps it had something to do with what Lena had said when they met up last year in Berlin, that the leash allowed her to just go with the flow, because when she was being led by her husband on the leash, she wasn't responsible for her actions. She just allowed herself to be completely controlled whenever he clipped the leash in place. And she never touched the chain -- something else she had learned in Berlin.
So, when he fastened her leash to her nose ring, after they got into a cab one morning, she wasn't too uncomfortable.
Donna recognized the clinic where she'd been pierced and decorated when they pulled up in front. As Jim got out of the door, he gently pulled Donna out by the chain connected to her nose ring. She wasn't happy, but was unable to resist.
"Why are we here, Jim?" she asked hesitantly.
"We have an appointment," was all he said as he led her straight into the building.
Donna got more nervous with every step. The last time she was here, they'd changed her life forever. She wasn't ready for anything more. What could Jim want to do here now? Perhaps, she thought hopefully, it's to remove the jewelry. But as soon as the thought occurred to her, she realized that they weren't there for anything like that.
Jim continued to lead her by her leash up to the receptionist to check in for their appointment.
They were asked to wait in the chairs, and told that the doctor would be right with them.
Donna was whishing that she knew how the leash's locking clasp worked, but she had never had a chance to figure it out. Jim had always kept it in his possession. He was the only one who could unleash her. If she could have, she would have gotten up and rushed out! At least she thought that she would.
Soon though, they were greeted by the doctor Donna remembered from last year.
The woman told Jim that everything was ready and took them back to a treatment room.
Donna was petrified, but for some unfathomable reason was unable to do anything other than follow along.
A nurse was waiting for them in the room. Donna was seated in something like a dentist's chair and the nurse helped her take off her top, leaving her bra in place.
The doctor and nurse then went to work on her head, while Jim stood in front of her, still controlling her with the leash.
As Donna sat in the chair, they fitted some kind of strappy harness around her head that held her and pulled her up toward the ceiling, stretching her neck. It was uncomfortable, but not particularly painful.
They then began working around Donna's neck. She couldn't really see what they were doing, but the two of them were using some sort of device that wrapped all the way around and that extended from her torso to her head.
When they finished, the nurse stepped out with her clip board and returned within a couple of minutes, empty-handed.
While she was gone, the Doctor removed the head harness and allowed Donna to sit back into the chair.
Then the two of them stared on another phase.
They swabbed Donna's ears, gave her some local anesthetic and proceeded to pierce her there, although this time they ignored her lobes and focused on the main part of her ears, right near the crease where they met with her head. Two holes were pierced through the cartilage in each ear.
The holes were then cauterized and an ointment was liberally applied.