He guided her inside the shop and motioned her to sit on a chair, putting her legs on the wide open stirrups. She described the items that had been requested in the phone message. Next to them a girl was working on another client and both of them paid attention too. He listened with his eyes wide open and then went to retrieve the items.

-I suggest you to start with my ears. Then we make a pause and you can fuck me if you want and if you use a condom. After doing my pussy I will be in pain, you understand.- She looked at her side.- You can fuck me too, sir.- She proposed to the other client.- And I can lick your pussy, ma'am.- Both the male worker and the client quickly accepted, but the girl didn't answer. The message demanded her to offer the usual tip but Brigitte had improvised.

Both her earlobes were pierced and adorned with wide steel hoops that would be always be on sight with her hair so short. Her left ear was pierced five times around the upper curve and the right one four. As requested in the message each ring put there had to be different to the others in size and color but all of them musted be less than an inch. Accepting her offer both men entered her pussy one after the other. The worker was softer and lasted about ten minutes. She gently toyed with the nipple rings and chain, clearly enjoying the sight. The client was a bit more agressive, and faster and squeezed roughly her breasts, but he stopped when she complained. That second time she didn't manage to orgasm. She grabbed both condoms and sucked its contents. The look of disgust of the other girl, made Brigitte horny and so she asked the worker to fuck her again, which he gladly did, but needed more time to get ready and lasted less in action. For Brigitte being fucked three times but having only an orgasm was fine. She was enjoying immensely the situation. The anonimity granted by the mask allowed her to do many things in public.

After the tip, the young man got to work on her pussy. He pierced each lip once in the middle, inserting two half an inch rings, and the clithood vertically once, putting a curved barbell. That last one hurt a lot even with the anesthetic liquid having been applied. The boy was kind enough to let her rest on the chair for as long as she needed.

When she got up about half an hour later she found the girl in front of her. Apparently she was done with the other client. Not uttering a single word, she raised her denim skirt and lowered her panties. Brigitte smiled and nodded. Without hesitation she knelt in front of the girl used her tongue to give her two wonderful orgasms. After that she helped Brigitte on her feet and gently closed her coat after cleaning her mouth and chin with a napkin.

-You don't have to pay.- The girl proposed. Brigitte realized that she had been wrong. The girl's face wasn't showing disgust, but a repressed desire.

-That would be unfair, ma'am. I've enjoyed this business a lot.

Once in the car she regretted having to remove the mask because it meant that the fun was over. She decided to keep the collar but she raised the lapels of the coat. She wished to some day find a way to do what she had done without a mask. She wasn't doing anything bad after all, but could still lose her job and face pulic scorn.

Once at home she waited for Silvie to videocall her with that mysterious second phone. She didn't quite understand the point of that game, of that pretended blackmail, but it was fun anyways. A couple of hours later arrived the message. “Put the phone facing you, slut, I will call in a moment. Wait for me kneeling. Use the new rings to spread your cunt well appart”, it said. Brigitte knelt on the bed having removed her boots and coat but with the corset and collar still on and placed the phone in front of her. Pulling on the rings hurt but made her feel even more whorish. She wished it had been her idea. Not long after the call started. It lasted merely ten seconds. “Well done, slut”, came the message afterwards. “Thank you, mistress”, she replied. Other days there would be more instructions before the call. Sometimes the call stopped, a message was sent, and then started another call. They never talked using their voices. Brigitte guessed that Silvie hadn't found the appropriate tone of voice to sound bossy. It was fine, the messages made it more mysterious.

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On the other side of the call, Camille was astonished. She had been waiting in the garage of the building. As soon as she saw her mother park the car to go home she entered in it using the spare keys. From there she called her mother. She had done all the piercings. She assumed that the tip part too. It was the time to make a decision. Continue the game, go further or stop. She liked being a domme but doing it with her unsuspectful mother felt very wrong. If her mother had resisted in any way she would have stopped, but Brigitte did everything without a complaint, so Camille had felt free to go on, but enough was enough.

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The next day Bigitte and Silvie met for lunch. Silvie was utterly surprised by the earrings. Brigitte had never done such a thing. And yet she acted like there was nothing to talk about, aside from the awkward smile that she had all the time. Silvie didn't know that Brigitte had masturbated thoroughly last night, thinking about the piercing parlor adventure.

-So your ears...?- Silvie was about to ask.

-Yeah, right?

-Is not too adventurous?- She had read the latest post in the website descriving Brigitte's piercing parlor adventure. Like always it said that it had been her idea. It was often a lie because some of the ideas were actually Silvie's, but the website readers didn't need to know about her involvement.

-What? But you...- Brigitte was confused by Silvie's question but she guessed that it was part of that weird game she was playing, pretending that the messages weren't hers. For her part Silvie was wondering if Brigitte was keeping secrets from her, which could explain Camille's rare questions the other day. Maybe she indeed had found another friend to play with. It hurt her feelings, but Brigitte had the right to keep secrets of course.

-Your eh..., last post was meant for somebody?

-For you and for the comments of the readers. I post them on that site for you, like always.- So that was it, Silvie realized. Brigitte was telling her that she was too demanding. She had never forced her to do anything but she had to admit that she was on the winning side of that arrangement, as Brigitte did all the work, and she marely gave advise and read stories. For a moment she felt afraid of offending her best friend. She should do something about it.

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That same afternoon Camille put in motion her ultimatum attempt. She connected her laptop to the TV in the living room, searched for one of her favourite porn movies, about a beatiful domme herding a bunch of male and female subs and put it on pause. Her mother would arrive at any moment.

As soon as she heard the door open she pressed play. Brigitte heard the sounds and went to the living room seconds after Camille had the time to put her hand in her panties, to pretend that she was masturbating. Brigitte was confused because Camille had always valued her intimacy a lot. They had never talked about sex and she had no idea that she was interested in BDSM. She warily approached her.

-Since when do you watch porn in the living room?

-Since when do you pierce your ears?- Camille quickly replied as she had prepared.

-But the...- Brigitte was about to complain about the upholstery but she saw that Camille was sitting on a towel.- Does it bother you?

-You are an adult. We can do adult things. Like watching porn in the living room or piercing ears, no?

-Okey...- Brigitte shrugged her shoulders and turned away to leave.

-Have you ever done BDSM? With dad or somebody else?- Camille asked perfectly aware that the answer was yes.

-Yes.- Brigitte replied after a bried hesitation. Silvie was right, Camille realized. Her mother was more open minded than she thought, by admitting that.

-Did you like it?

-Yes, but it wasn't like in the movie.- Certainly her mother had called her mistress many times.- What about you?

-I've been acting as a domme lately, yes. But, eh..., not in person.- Camille was very uncomfortable having such an intimate conversation with her mother despite everything. Brigitte on the other hand had long ago assumed that her daughter would find about her activities. She would let her daughter say her opinions whichever they were, but it was still her house and her life, and she had the right to be happy. Camille could still go live with Silvie, or her father, or her grandparents, or buy a house of her own, if her mother's hobbies were too much for her.- Did you like it? Or do you prefer something else?- The key question and the reason for the whole conversation.

Brigitte sat on the couch and typed in a search engine in the laptop the kind of porn she liked. It was about women walking around the street, dressed provocatively, letting strangers touch them, undress them, manhandle them, and do openly sexual things. The women allowed to be lightly humilliated and mistreated, but without any real damage. Of course the videos were made by actors in a protected environment.

-I wish I could do that without losing control of the situation. I wouldn't be picky but I'd have limits that must be respected. I would reject a person that is too disgusting or unpleasant. Too dirty... Violent... You know.

-What if...?- Camille couldn't help it. The question was too tempting.- What if you are in sort of a party were everybody wears a mask and you end up having sex with a person you hate? Or even worse, with a relative?- She was expecting to scandalize her mother but she didn't even flinch.

-If I hate the person then I would feel angry, sad, dejected... With a family member... I don't know...- Brigitte took a moment to consider it.- It would depend on whether if this person knows or not. But just... I think that if it ony happens once it would actually be a fun anechdote.- Camille was shocked. Either her mother was bluffing or she was more of a pervert than she had expected. Believing that the conversation was done, Brigitte got up.

-It was me, asshole!- Camille blurted out.- The mouse mask in the party? I wrote you the note.- At last she managed to scandalize Brigitte.

-Then you are an idiot. You were the nicest. I would have loved to do you again. Now you've lost the advantage. But at least you are not a boring shy bookworm. Welcome to the dirty, chaotic, confusing real life. Not even dommes can control everything.- Holy shit her mother was very wise and very cool. And quite a pervert.

-Does Silvie know? And dad?

-Yes and no.- Brigitte was about to leave but Camille insisted.

-So you'd do me with a mask but not face to face.

-I guess so. Why?

-Maybe I don't want a mask. Maybe I'm not a coward.

-What do you want with this damn conversation? Why show me your porn? Do you want me to put on the catsuit? Do you want to me my domme?

-No need. I already am. Your mysterious messages? That was me.- A dense minute of silence followed. Camille had already decided to put an end to that false blackmail, and so she could say it out loud.

-Well then, you have lost another advantage.

-So you are not upset?

-Upset? I'm amazed. You are very fun.- Brigitte went to her bedroom leaving Camille stunned.

Knowing that she had guessed wrong, Brigitte proudly told Silvie everything about the messages and about her daughter's boldness. Then she sent her a picture of her newly pierced pussy. With those shocking revelations Silvie could fill the pieces of her own mental puzzle.

A week later Silvie went to Brigitte's appartment. She wanted to explain her idea. Since Camille seemed to be also a player, albeit of a different kind, she was invited too. Silvie placed a box on a table in the living room. Brigitte opened it and it contained a variety of sex toys. Silvie also placed a notebook and a pen.