Paradise Isle, Their Deal Pt 06
(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Paradise Isle) Chastity, piercings & plugs
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 the previous parts The Deal, first.
Connor remained upset in the morning - still feeling frustrated and angry. He'd finally surrendered to his body's demands and begged for release, but Haily had refused. That wasn't the deal!
He did understand that she was enjoying her piercings, happy to be fulfilling her fantasies. And she wanted more, as many as she could get while their vacation lasted, but he wanted out. He wanted to screw. He'd held out this long, expecting to spend the remaining days of their vacation gloriously fucking.
Admittedly, her over-zealous keyholder attitude had him excited in a different way, and he was enjoying that, it was adding to his desire. His hornyness level was off the scale. Well beyond his limits.
Even though she'd been hinting that she might not unlock him, he thought that was just teasing. And the threat had excited him, he couldn't deny that - he was kind of enjoying her domination. But it wasn't fair.
And of course, he couldn't force her to release him.
The one thing he could do was complete her piercings, the list he'd assembled and planned for her wasn't complete and they still had four days left in their vacation.
That morning, breakfast was a bit strained. Hailey was expecting to get her clit pierced, to complete the work on her pussy. After all, she already had four rings, and their dangling charms down there. The only thing that she wasn't sure of was whether he'd pierce her clit hood or if he'd go all the way and have her clit ringed. She didn't know which she'd prefer. And that made her feel anxious and on edge. She was also feeling a little guilty for not unlocking her husband and letting him get his rocks off. She knew she was breaking their agreement -that was their deal. But she was enjoying the control she had over him, she wanted her final piercing, and he had demonstrated that he was enjoying his chastity fetish, much more than either of them had dreamed he would.
After leaving the restaurant they took a walk before following their normal process; boarding the shuttle for their trip to the piercer.
Inside the clinic, they were once again escorted to a treatment room. There were only two such spaces dedicated to piercing; today they were in room A.
Hailey had climbed up and laid back onto the treatment table as she had the last several trips. She was mentally prepared, excited and apprehensive for her clit piercing.
She laid there wondering, hood or clit.
She was concerned about him going all out for her delicate clitoris. She knew it could be painful, and might even be damaging. But that idea still turned her on.
Hailey was surprised then, when Connor told Wanda that her piercing today would be a 'fourchette'. She saw that Wanda was surprised as well. She hesitated, for a moment then muttered, "I'll have to check."
Hailey wasn't sure what a 'fourchette' piercing was. She only vaguely remembered reading something about it, but couldn't recall the details.
It was obvious, though that it was something vaginal. She shivered when she felt Wanda focusing and gently touching that part of her body.
"What now?" she asked, but Connor ignored her.
Finally, Wanda stood up. "I can do that. She has the anatomy for it. You two are lucky, many women don't"
"What?" Hailey asked Wanda.
"The fourchette piercing is at the back of the vagina, just in front of the anus," she explained.
Hailey looked at Connor. "Why?"
"Why not?" he replied, chuckling.
Hailey wasn't enthused. "It'll get in the way when I poop."
"Use the bidet, it'll take care of it."
There was one in the bathroom at their suite, and she had used it a couple of times, but to her, as it was with most Americans, it was an oddity and she was dealing with a lot of oddities, down there.
"We don't have one at home." She replied, trying her best to talk him out of it. That piercing location didn't interest her at all.
"We'll get one installed. No problem."
"Shit!" She mumbled.
He laughed. Then turned to Wanda. "Let's do it."
She nodded. "Same size and ring?"
"Yes, of course."
Damn! Hailey thought. That could indeed get in the way of her shitting or wiping. She didn't like the idea at all, but it was part of the deal. And if she reneged, she knew she'd just have to release his cock. That wouldn't be all that bad, but she still didn't have her pierced clit, and she really wanted that.
She laid back, legs spread and let Wanda do her magic, dreading the end result, but deciding that it was acceptable.
Connor had initially watched, but then had wandered off, as he usually did. Probably grabbing another heart charm to hang from her new ring. That would make keeping herself clean back there even more difficult.
While she was still laying on the table, recovering from the weird piercing, Connor came over with something in his hand, and a length of chain dangling out of his fist.
It didn't look like another heart charm. Except for her nose and tongue, all her other piercings had those dangly decorations. But what now? She wondered. Was he about to lock up her cunt with a chain, like the one he'd used on her nipples? Lock her pussy closed? Put her in chastity like he was. Oh, hell no! Chasitity was his fantasy, not hers.
He was happy with his cock locked up. She didn't want her pussy closed.
When she shifted her gaze from his hand to his face, he looked excited and pleased with himself.
"Don't even think about it." She growled.
"What?"
"Locking up my pussy."
"Oh, this isn't for that. I want you available for sex, as soon as you release me. Whenever you finally do unlock me."
She examined his face to see if he was lying, just playing with her. But he seemed genuine.
"What then?"
He opened his hand to show her.
It was a smallish metal butt plug. Just a few inches tall, with a bulb about half that, wide. A narrow neck and a contoured base. From it dangled a length of chain, around eight inches.
"What the hell is that for?"