We decide to get away from the brutally cold winter weather, so we decide to book a one-week vacation at a clothing-optional swingers resort in Jamaica. To prepare, I tell you that we'll be going to have your nipples and clit hood pierced, prior to our trip.
The week leading up to the piercing appointment was very exciting, as we talked about it and looked forward to it each day. Friday finally arrives. We eat dinner and make our way over to the piercing shop. The drive was inordinately quiet, as you were obviously nervous and excited, about what the next hour would bring.
At my request, you were dressed, for a lack of a better word, slutty. White blouse, no bra, short skirt, obscenely skimpy lace thong and six-inch stripper heels. As we left the house, I made a point of telling you, "You rival even the hottest of pornstars."
We enter the shop and check in.
Once we get to the chair, I instruct you, "Get naked and leave only your heels and thong on."
You look at me with disbelief, but comply immediately, knowing that the consequences for questioning my authority would be severe. Your excitement at being exposed is clear, as you climb up into the chair and are spread wide open, for anyone who happens to look your way.
The piercing artist asks if you'd like barbells or rings for your thick nipples and you immediately look toward me and ask, "What's your preference, Sir?"
"Rings for the nipples and a bar for the clit hood," I reply.
I had purposely been teasing you all week, but had never once permitted you to cum. I wanted you to be completely on the edge for our visit to the piercing shop.
By the time your nipples are done, you're breathing quite heavy and I notice that your thong has worked its way between the folds of your thick, hairless cunt lips. There is a noticeable wet mark, giving proof of the copious amount of fluid seeping from your pussy. I make a point of mentioning it to the artist and we both laugh at your predicament. I instruct you, "Slide your thong off, bring it to your nose and inhale deeply for us, as you spread your legs wide into the stirrups for your next piercing."
The clit hood goes much easier than your nipples and we both look at and enjoy your new jewelry. Upon completion, you begin to reach for your panties to begin dressing and I tell you, "You're fine the way you are. We'll be driving home like this." You look at me incredulously, knowing that the car is parked about a half-block away. Luckily for you, it's dark out and not too cold. I gather up your things as we proceed to the car.
At this point you're so incredibly excited all you can do is think about cumming. The walk to the car is exhilarating! I regret not having brought the collar and leash for the walk. Once back to the car, you sound completely out of breath, due to your extremely elevated heart rate. You ask me continuously if you may masturbate on the way home, due to the fact that you need to cum so badly. You go on to tell me, "I've been a good girl and should be rewarded."
I tell you, "Be patient and maybe, if you don't bug me too much, I'll let you cum once we get home."