-So here is what we are going to do.- As we were married now, I became the co-owner of our small company, and mistress saw fit to change a few rules.- From now on, you will speak directly to the customers. Besides, I was making it more difficult, right?- I nodded.- See? That's why you have to be more talkative.- We had bought a couple of cabinets and a desk and placed them in our empty room, which would be my office. On the desk we placed my laptop, a lamp, and a lot more of stuff like pens, notepads, a bunch of papers in disarray and such, mostly to pretend that I was so busy that I didn't have time to clean up.- This are the new rules. If you have set a date, here or somewhere else, then you can get dressed in clothes that I'll allow. Of course, everything I've put on you that day remains there, including cuffs, chains, sexual toys or whatever. Ok?

-Of course, mistress. As if I didn't like them...- I winked an eye and smiled.

-Teasing me again, you slut?- I nodded.- I'll think on a punishment for your boldness.- I nodded and smiled widely.- There are more rules, though. If they come unexpectedly, we will have a problem because you are always naked, right?- I nodded We had added our address to our contact info on the business cards and our website.- So I'll open the door giving you enough time to go to your desk and put on the baggy sweater that will always be on the upper drawer. You will wear only the apron from the waist down I'm afraid.- The desk had a front panel covering my legs exactly for that reason.- Don't forget to ask me for the keys if you are wearing your hands cuffed.- I nodded.- And finally, if you are alone at home, then you'll have to be dressed, but, no underwear, no transparencies and no trousers. Again, everything I've put on you remains there, mostly because you won't have the keys. Of course, as soon as I pass through the door, you remove everything.- I nodded vigorously.- And that's all, I guess... Oh, yes, I told you to call all our guests “sir” or “ma'am”. That rule only applies when we are doing..., kinky stuff, but I guess that it's also appropriate with the customers... Well, that's your decision.

Shortly after she had done talking I finished what I was doing. We were inside the bathtub. We were done showering. I was on my knees, half my body covered by the still warm water, while she was sitting on the edge. Using a small blade I was shaving her trimmed mound in a thin brazilian. I cleaned the leftover hair, making sure that there weren't cuts. To indicate her that I was done I was supposed to kiss her lips but I prefrerred to open her labia with my thumbs and lap on her clit. I had been slipping a finger inside her from time to time so that last caress with my tongue brought her to the edge.

-Should I finish you, mistress?

-Yes, fucking do it! Or I'm flogging you tonight until you love it.- With my index and middle finger in her pussy, my pinky finger in her ass and my lips on her clit, I didn't need more than a few seconds.

We spent the afternoon at the usual tattoo parlor. Mistress wanted to add a few modifications. She went first. To the amanzingly beautiful woman, quoting her words, on her arm she added some soft and discrete flames all around its body, including the hair, and slightly bigger on the crotch area. It looked like if it was on fire. He added a barely noticeable orange tone to the flames. I had to look very closely to see the flames and even more to see the colour.

I was next. A bulge inside his crotch hinted that he was very glad to see my mound when I lowered the hem of my jeans, revealing my nakedness below and almost my pink labia along with the usual black plastic intruder. Once mistress was sure that the artist was relatively focused on the art, she left us alone. To the words on my mound, the tattooist added some small roses protuding randomly from many of the letters. He even drawed tiny thorns and leaves. He painted the petals in bright red. Six roses on the upper line and four more on the lower. The one protuding from the “K” was slightly bigger. I hoped that I wasn't leaving a spot on my trousers because the process had made me feel surprisingly horny. I wasn't sure wheter it was the soft pain, the vibration, or its proximity to my slit, which had been closed for more than a week.

Fortunately mistress came back soon, the silence between us was too awkward. I showed her the design and she softly kissed the thin layer of protective plastic the artist had put there. She whispered on my ear a couple of instrucions and she paid. As instructed I hugged the tattoist tightly. Then I gidded his hand to my buttocks and grabbing his head forced my tongue inside her mouth. He responded quickly to my wet kiss.

-Sorry, mistress. I was very horny.- I said when she slapped my ass hard as she had planned. Then she grabbed the chain leash that had been hanging from my neck all the time, and led me to the car. As usual it made a loop around my neck, the clasp joined to one of the links.

Our last stop was a hairdresser. She trimmed the sides of her head, leaving a short stubble that tickled my fingers when I caressed her. Her haircut was partly my fault as I kept telling her how beautiful she was. She wanted to make sure that I could see her face.

Once at home mistress showed me what she had bought while my groin was being wonderfully tortured. For my ears a pair of silver hoops two inches wide. For my nose, nipples and clit she bought four steel rings an inch wide. They were small and discrete, but that wasn't the point. The point was what was going to hang from them. She also bought a bunch of false jewels, crafted with hard plastic in several colours, that would hang from two of those new rings. She would decide which ones and when. Even more se bought a pair of small sleigh bells, each of them hanging from half an inch chains. Finally she bought a pair of plastic ben-wa balls.

She removed my chastity plug. Then she hung the two bells from one of the rings whose hasp was then passed through the tiny ring at the tip of my pierced clit. Fitting again the chastity device, the end of the hook shaped part passed through the recently added ring, locking it there, thus making not impossible but indeed very difficult that I could remove it on my own. I was obvious that, as I couldn't wear the classic clit chain outside home because it would be very painful in case some ignorant touched it, I would be wearing something else. Something annoyingly erotic. The chastity device didn't let me touch myself, but that fucking ring dangling, with the hanging bells, jewels or anything else, maybe joined by two more on my nipples would surely keep me entertained.

The next saturday we went to a park to take a relaxing walk. Relaxing for mistress, anyways. First came the ben-was, the plastic ring at the end of the cord hung outside my labia. The hasp of the combination padlock passed through my pierced eyelets and the plastic ring. Next she fitted the same ring with the same bells than the day before on my clit. By that point I was already quite horny and we hadn't even started the walk. Over my knees she cinched two of the leather straps that Barbara had gifted us. Using two padlocks she locked a chain about a handspan in length between my legs. The hasps of the padlocks passed through the holes of the straps and the two links at the endings of the chain. A light skirt covered everything between my waist and my knees.

From the tiny rings pierced on my nipples mistress hung two rings with a false amethyst each. A quite tight and quite sheer tank top barely covered my upper half clearly outlining the rings and jewels. Fortunately mistress gave me a loose shirt to protect my modesty, though I had to wear it unbuttoned and tied up in a knot next to my navel. It was also quite sheer, but the two layers of cloth together were good enough. Finally after I had helped her dressing in some comfortable and normal t-shirt and jeans, she added the final touchs, the nose ring and the silver hoops.

Before opening the door to leave our home she took a last look at her poor defenseless slave. Only the short walk from our bedroom to the door had being tough. She hugged me, grabbed my buttocks and kissed my lips softly. If she was trying to calm my nerves she was failing. Then she cupped my left breast and nibbled my right nipple leaving a small spot of saliva on my already quite see-through top. No, she wasn't trying to calm my nerves.

She took my hands and slowly yet steadily. Guided me to the elevator first, the street later, and finally the park a few blocks away. Barely twenty yards from the entry of our building I stopped pulling on her hand.

-Mistress, I don't want to orgasm here in the street.- Probably a few of the passerbies had heard me, but I didn't care, I was very horny. Besides, months ago mistress had estated clearly that I should be focused mainly on pleasing her and ignore the others' opinion.

-So, don't.- Haha, soooo easy...- Come on, let's go.- She surrounded my waist with her arm and I placed my head on her shoulder.- Slowly, slave, take your time. The chain is there for a reason.

Twenty more yards and I could feel my cunt gaping and my juices running down my thighs. I stopped again to calm down. Mistress didn't move and supported my weight patiently. The rest of the journey towards the park was pretty much the same. Walking slowly, thinking on whatever non erotic issue I could find, and making several stops. Finally my patience ran out.

-Mistress, I cannot. Please, let's go home.

-No. We are going to take a relaxed walk, period. I will remove the ben-was but there will be a cost.

-Yes, mistress, please.- I placed my forehead against her shoulder and hugged her tightly. I thought of rubbing my crotch against her leg, but the logical part of my brain rejected the idea, because we were in public and because it would probably make things worse. My breath slowly turned to normal.

Mistress took me to a public restroom and we got into a stall. She ordered me to open my legs, put my hands on my back and stand still. She opened the padlock and removed the ben-was. Then she removed the sleigh bells but left the ring hanging on my clit. I didn't move an inch of my body while she cleaned the sexual toy on the sink. The restroom was empty fortunately. Then she put the ben-was on her pocket and got into the stall locking the door.

To my surprise she squated down, put the padlock on my hand and lifted my skirt covering her head with it. She toyed with the clit ring a bit, often inserting her tongue into it, but also pulling softly using her teeth. At the street I did my best to contain my moans but in the empty restroom I let them roam free. Then she licked my always erected clit with her tongue, nibbled it. Parting my lips with her thumbs she fucked me with her tongue, stopping several times to suck on my clit. Two powerful orgams one after another brightened my day and my week.

She used toilet paper to clean the inside of my tights and waited until I had recovered my breath and my senses. Then she opened the door and cleaned her face on the sink. I could see my stupid blissful smile on the mirror.

-Ehem..., something is wrong, right?- She pointed at my crotch. After giving it a thought I remember that the padlock was still in my hand. I quickly reached under my skirt and locked my lips. She smiled and bending slightly her back, she placed an arm behind her and offered me the other hand.- Milady...

-And, em..., what is the cost, mistress?- I asked after a few minutes walking in silence.

-Yes! Thank you, slave.- She hugged me grabbing my buttocks and softly kissed my lips.

-That's all?

-Yes, well, we are in public and someone could see us because your family and blah...- I raised an eyebrow.- Or, I don't know, I could whip you later.

-Okey...- I caressed the sides of her head with my fingers, enjoying the tickling sensation. In a sudden I reached behind her and bringing her face close I kissed her deeply, joining our tongues in a wet struggle.- Your kisses can never be a punishment, mistress. You'll have to think on something else. Besides they will figure it out eventually.