0 comments/ 18139 views/ 1 favorites A Woman Worth Toying With By: Riven This is a sequel to "Lunch With Max". I would like to thank "Whispersecret" for her suggestions and advice. I think that based on that advice there is possibly one more story in the series, as she has raised some interesting directions for me to consider - but let's see if anyone likes this one first. * * * * * Steve was doing his best to feel apprehensive and even a little depressed over his affair, but he just couldn't manage it. Every time he tried to draw his situation into focus so he could assess the implications and gauge the possibility of exposure, an image of Max, naked and yielding, would pop into his mind and he found himself instead grinning like a schoolboy. That night he had made love to Max for another two hours. Licked her to orgasm twice more and spanked her ass as promised. Somehow he had kept his word and had not actually fucked her, although she had brought him to a second orgasm with her mouth. He had come across her breasts (surprise, surprise that they remained the evenings centre of attention) in at least a token gesture towards 'safe sex'. They had parted with no formal agreements or understandings, but he was certain that their arrangement would continue. He had been a little nervous the next day at school, but she had carried off their first encounter with ice coolness - much better than he. Whilst he was a little awkward, she had been her usual professional self, and glossed over his reticence with talk of staff meetings and detentions. Indeed, he had found himself a little piqued that she did not even acknowledge their relationship with so much as a slight down casting of her eyes or a 'secret' smile. In retrospect, he was pleased at her demeanour and was a little reproachful of his own attitude. If she was really this composed and aware of the risks posed by an affair, then there was little danger of their relationship getting difficult, or worse still, out of control. He reminded himself that he was supposedly the one in charge and admonished himself to act the part from that point on. To break the routine and deflect any undue attention he suggested that they meet for coffee after school on Friday, rather than continue with their luncheon assignations. Thus it was several days after their evening together before they were able to talk about what had happened. Strangely they were both unsure of their respective roles when they finally found themselves alone. He brought the coffees to their table then slid into the chair opposite. "Comfortable Max?" "Max? Are we still at work?" "Thank you Toy, I wasn't sure whether you wanted to continue our explorations, or whether Tuesday had been enough." "No, Tuesday wasn't enough Master, nowhere near enough, but…" "But?" "Things didn't go as we… I had planned. I wanted to, - what did you call it Master? - explore. I also wanted to keep some distance between us. I think I've already confessed that I fancied you but I still didn't want an affair with a married man. I didn't want the cliché. I wanted to discover myself and, let's face it, I was really excited at what we were going to do. If we continue, and I do want to continue, I'm confused as to where we'll end up." He cradled his coffee for a moment before placing it carefully on the saucer. "Look Toy, there are no guarantees, no certainties, in life. I don't know what to tell you. If we continue, and like you I want to continue, then we need to keep our eyes wide open. You need to know I love my family and won't voluntarily leave them. I, on my part, will merely use you as my toy. That said we are still playing a risky game with a possibility of tears as the outcome." He let her consider what he'd said, then; "So, since Tuesday how do you feel about your boyfriend? Is he still part of your life?" She burst into laughter then caught herself and, blushing, sipped her coffee as a distraction whilst she gathered her words. "Yes I'm still with him, in fact he must have wondered what happened when he came over last night. I virtually raped him - not that he's complaining. It's quite exciting having both a boyfriend and a lover. I'm shameless I know but I like the situation. I like being lusted after by two men." She looked up quickly. "You do lust after me Master?" "Oh yes Toy, probably too much. So no guilt on your part?" "A little, but he's happy and I know I am. Must there always be guilt?" "No, but you must love him, or feel something for him and you know he wouldn't approve." "I don't know… sometimes life isn't simple and I don't have all the answers Master. I'm just doing the best I can." "Fair enough. Did your boyfriend… What's his name by the way?" "Jason." "Did Jason comment on your shaved pussy?" "He liked it. He thought I'd done it to excite him – which it did. He wants me to keep it, so I'm using a depilatory cream. I'm a little red the next day but it is just so smooth. I hope you approve." "Oh yes, in fact I insist. Are you free to take a ride in the country tomorrow, Toy?" "That may not be easy, Master. Jason I know was looking to make plans for us." "Find some excuse, Toy." "I'm not sure I can, Master." "Come on Toy it can't be that hard. I'm married and I assure you I'll not be bringing my wife!" "Alright… I'll find some excuse to make sure I'm free." "Good. I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten o'clock. Don't look so sad Toy. There's no compulsion, I just assumed you wanted to be with me." "Oh I do Master. It's just more complicated than I thought." "Well there are compensations, Toy. Would it be possible for you to pack a picnic?" "I'll make it special… Master." ***** Saturdays were his to pretty much use as he liked. His wife was happy to see him taking the MG for a run. She didn't like the noise, wind, and hard ride so was always content to wave him off by himself. He usually went to his club, around to a mates place, or just touring through the nearby hills. Today he had a different destination. He remembered as he arrived at her apartment that he had not actually given Toy any instructions on what to wear. So as he rang the bell he was interested in what would greet him when the door opened. She was wearing a plain white sundress with tiny flowers on it. Cut in at the waist and tight fitting around her bust the hem came to a few inches above her knees. The dress showed her figure well and coupled with the white strappy high-heeled shoes looked attractive, but because he had been hoping for raunchy, his initial reaction was disappointment. This was offset by the fact that the shoes and dress were all she wore. As she moved past a window, backlighting her, the dress seemed to almost disappear. Later, when they moved outside, the sunlight showed the faint brownish-pink of her nipples through the bodice, and the breeze and sun played with the gauzy fabric of the skirt promising, but never quite showing, glimpses of her body. She had also anticipated the open topped car and her hair was plaited in a single braid down her back. He also noted the long elegant nails were painted a similar 'Jet Red' to the MG. "You look wonderful Toy, I thought your dress a little conservative at first but maybe I jumped the gun a little. There are possibilities here." "Thankyou Master. You didn't give me any hint on what to wear, other than we were going to have a picnic, so I thought this looked pretty and the lack of underwear made me more available to your needs." "I'm pleased Toy. If I should be remiss again in my instruction always remember that a dress and no underwear is a safe choice." They gathered up her hamper of food, and put it into the boot of the MG with his cooler of drinks. He then opened the passenger door for her and took her hand to help her into the seat. She slipped on her seat belt and then noticed he was still crouched at the open door. "Master?" "Arrange the dress for me, Toy." A quick glance around and the dress was raised not only exposing her pussy but also allowing her naked ass to snuggle into the lambs wool seat cover. "Knees together, Toy, and bring your ankles up closer to the seat please." When she had complied he drew some rope from behind the seats. The soft white nylon had a slight silvery shine and even felt a little like silk. He tied her ankles together and then, with a second piece, tied her knees together, a series of turns about her legs in a neat lay-up. Then from the glove box he took a pair of silver handcuffs and secured her hands in front of her. "Master?" "What is it now Toy?" "I don't understand. You can't touch me tied like this… I'm not available for you Master." He ran a finger over and into the still obvious cleft of her hairless pussy. "Perhaps Toy, but you are still a very pretty sight and the ropes just add to the allure. If anyone else were to see into the car or spot the cuffs they would know who, or what, you are. Furthermore when we get to where we're going, the ropes will also hold your legs if I choose to whip your ass. Think on that Toy." He drove with determination as he made his way from the suburbs to the freeway and out into the countryside. He enjoyed driving the sports car. Modern cars seemed to isolate the driver from their task and seemed to sever the connection the driver needed to have with the car and road. Certainly they were more comfortable and easy to drive but the power steering, traction control, independent suspension, automatic gearbox, ABS braking, even the lack of noise made the driver feel that technology had replaced skill and that they were somehow superfluous. In the MG all of that was reversed. The noise, the wind, the hard low ride, direct steering and requirement for quick gear changes all made driving something that needed to be 'done' rather merely experienced. Where he was still technically in control in his family sedan, in the sports car he became part of the machine. The car was an extension of his body. The exhilaration he felt as he ushered the car through a particularly tight bend or gap in traffic was as much a rejoicing of his skill as the 'seat of the pants' feel as the tires held their line long after other cars would have let go into a spin. He revelled in how the engine responded instantly to his demand for power or his slightest subtle touch on the accelerator. He was careful not to speed, but took corners fast, anticipating breaks in traffic and making the required lane changes with precision. Within three quarters of an hour they were free of the city and cruising the wide country roads. He slowed the car down to let it cruise and renewed his conversation, sporadic at best till now. "Sorry if I haven't been that talkative Toy but I needed to concentrate." "You are like a child with a new toy, no pun intended. You like this car don't you?" He laughed, "Oh yes. A second grasp at youth? No, rather a type of freedom. Did you ever see the movie 'Easy Rider'?" He glanced over at her blank face, and laughed again. "Oh Toy, I feel so old around you sometimes." "Sorry Master, I don't think of you as old." Again the mischievous smile, "I don't have older men as lovers." "Thank you, but it may just be that you do, Toy." He considered his next words carefully. He had been worried all week knowing this was coming, and he was still uncertain. He was about to tell her that he intended screwing her today - and the words stuck in his throat. Up to now they had been playing a game. They actually hadn't screwed, and therefore each could technically claim they were not betraying their respective partners. He knew it was rubbish, but it was a straw he could cling too as he floundered through the twisted logic of their affair. He hated betraying his wife. Hated knowing that, with so young and attractive a woman as Max, it would be all the more hurtful for his wife should he be found out. He was however, and he hesitated admitting this even to himself, smitten with Max and whether it was lust, love, or just ego he needed to possess the girl. He knew it put his marriage, this life he had so carefully built, at risk but the sad thing was he found himself increasingly powerless to change the course he was on. "Toy I intend to make love to you today, to fuck you. If we're to continue to be lovers, and I think we already are that, then I see little point in pretending that actually not fucking is observing some nicety or other. Not to mention I really want to screw you, Toy." "God Master, after our talk yesterday I had assumed that was why I was here. I'd die if you didn't fuck me today. I'm getting your seat here all wet just anticipating it. That and what else you have planned for me… What have you got planned for me Master? Didn't you mention something about spanking my bum?" "Whipping your ass were the words I'd used Toy." He glanced at her slightly apprehensive face. "However as I don't actually own a whip, perhaps the riding crop I brought will have to do." "Yes Master." Whispered and unsure. "You sound unsure Toy. Now might be a good time to decide how far you want this game to go. By that I mean not just today, but over the rest of our time together. On our first night together we set some parameters. I wasn't to fuck you, and you had a safety word to get you out of trouble. We need to reach a similar understanding for the bigger picture too. I don't want to ruin your fun by letting you in on all my plans but neither do I want you so worried that you don't enjoy what we're doing." "I trust you Master. Remember that was the first thing you taught me. The safety word is still there. What else should I know?" "If we don't develop and explore your sub side Toy, push the envelope, then all we're doing is having an affair, and as I remember it, you didn't want that. 'Cliché' was the word you used. So we need to keep moving forward, setting new goals and trying new things. I just needed to be sure we're going where you want." As they had talked he had taken several turns and the road they were now on had barely enough width of bitumen to contain the car. He saw the break in the stone fence he was looking for, and carefully eased the car off the road through the gates and across the field to a corpse of trees. He pulled into the shade of the trees and turned off the engine. He came around to the passenger side and unlocked Toy's cuffs to allow the seatbelt to be removed. Then swung out her still tied legs and helped her stand next to the car. He then unzipped her dress and, slipping the straps from her shoulders, allowed the dress to pool at her feet leaving her naked. The cuffs were again locked in front of her then he then picked her up easily and took her to the back of the car. He stood her there whilst he emptied the boot and spread the hamper, drinks cooler and a picnic blanket on the grass near the car. He also removed a gym bag that he kept within reach. Lastly he pulled out another blanket, a smaller one usually used across the passengers knees in cold weather. This last item he spread across the boot covering and protecting the paintwork. Toy stood quietly, like him saying nothing, whilst this was done. She had cast an eye about their picnic spot and decided that it was in fact rather private. The road was obviously little used, and back here under the shade of the trees they would be effectively hidden. Only the bright red of the car might draw attention but, even then, someone would have to be looking hard. Her attention was brought back to the present as he picked her up and laid her face down across the rear of the car. From the bag he had taken more rope that he passed between the cuffs. Once she was in position he raised her arms and used the rope to tie off her hands to the roll bar of the MG. He stepped back to admire his work. She was stretched out across the car with the slope of the boot keeping her body taut and her feet, still tied, unable to reach the ground. Again he admired the roundness of her muscled but still soft ass. He couldn't resist running his hand over her curves as he spoke. "You look very inviting Toy. Comfortable?" "My wrists hurt a little from the cuffs Master but nothing I can't bear." He reached into the gym bag and took out a riding crop. Black, with a wide leather 'cracker' on the end, he flexed it in the air before bringing it down on her right ass cheek. The trick with any "punishment" was not to do any real harm. He wanted to redden her cheeks but without weals or bruising the skin. A nice red ass would still show the next day but would have disappeared by the day following that. With this in mind he began to work carefully and evenly across her two cheeks bringing them to a nice even glow. Toy didn't know if she could (in fact even if she wanted to) avoid the blows but an innate reflex made her try. Her body weight kept her stretched out but she found she could roll from side to side and did so out of reflex. This however seemed to annoy him and he slowed his pace and, telling her to be still, landed some harder and more painful strokes. "Concentrate on your breathing Toy and you'll find you can master the pain, use it. Consider your position, Toy. You're a slave used by a man for his pleasure. Consider what a depraved sight you must make, how any man looking at you would lust for you, how it feels to be submissive, owned, used." He used the crop twice more, once on each cheek, harder than he needed too. He felt his erection hard and swollen behind the confines of his fly. This was what he missed so much in his marriage. The power to hurt, to command, to subdue a woman and have her want him to use her anyway HE wished. He was ready. He threw the riding crop aside and slipped the switchblade from his pocket. He heard her intake of breath as he snapped the blade into position. The knife was illegal but for that reason had no equal for effect when used as a prop. He slipped the blade between her legs and cut through the ropes binding her knees and then her ankles. He withdrew the blade back into the handle and returned it to his pocket at the same time unzipping his fly. Then grasping her ankles and pulling her legs wide apart he looked at her spread before him and felt a lump form in his throat and a strange lightness enter his chest. The wetness of her cunt was obvious and the shaved lips, normally so pink, seemed lighter in colour compared to the red glow of her ass cheeks. Toy was moaning quietly but continuously, and he felt his cock swelling impossibly more, when he realised her moans were in anticipation of his fucking her. With heart pounding, he fumbled in his urgency to slip on a condom. Then leaning forward he was able to push his cock into her soaking pussy from behind. He had not expected (or was it hoped for?) the tightness or the heat that greeted him, but already Toy was moving her hips and trying to pull him deeper into her body. She was so burning, so demanding, so needy in her love-making. As he withdrew each stroke from her body he saw her cunt lips stretched, holding and pulling on his prick before he plunged it back into her. He buried his face in her hair and smelt the fragrance of her shampoo as it mingled with the raw smell of her sweat as the muscles on her back flexed with each stroke and took on a rippling sheen. She flexed her ass and squeezed the muscles in her cunt and he was lost. "You feel fantastic Toy, so tight so hot. Oh I love…" "Fuck me Master, just fuck me…" This was not his first time with her but, then again, it was. What with the 'warm-up' of the beating and then the passion and unexpected intensity of their first screw he found himself coming much sooner than he would have planned, if planning in these situations were possible. He groaned and pushed himself into her as deeply as he could and she used her muscles to milk him. He lay on her, spent, for a minute or two then stood unsteadily, closed her legs then rolled her onto her back. She gasped as the cuffs tightened and her wrists were forced to cross, then gasped again as he forced her legs apart and lowered his mouth to her pussy. A Woman Worth Toying With He took her clit between his lips and used the very tip of his tongue to flick her bud. Toy arched her back and tried to lift her ass to better push her cunt into his mouth as she let out a long low keening cry. He draped her legs over his shoulders then began to alternate between a soft sucking of her clit and broad full application of his tongue along her entire slit. The blanket quickly became wet with her juice and she began to shudder with each pass of his tongue. He saw her breasts begin to swell and her head began to roll from side to side as her legs drew his head into her body. Like him, the build-up had done its job and within minutes she was twisting away from his mouth and moaning out her orgasm as she shook and shivered to a spent stillness. He held her as her ragged breathing returned to normal, then kissed her hip and moved up to suckle a nipple. "Thankyou Toy." "You're so welcome Master." He used the blade again to cut the rope from the roll bar then unlocked the handcuffs. He then helped her over to the picnic blanket and lay her down. "Cold?" "No Master." She rolled onto her back and stretched like a cat then allowed her legs to fall open. "I'm rather hot!" "Hussy!" He looked at the perfection of her pussy. Shaved, she was more naked than any centre spread and the pinkness, wetness, and "just fucked" look of her cunt was nothing less than wanton. He felt a stirring in his groin and shook his head at the wonder of such a rapid recovery - something he had not experienced for years. This woman was turning out to be special just for the way she made him feel. He popped the Champagne and poured them both a glass. "Here, perhaps this will cool you down." They drank Champagne and opened the hamper of food. The outdoor sex had given them an appetite and they made the most of the food she had packed. Fresh bread sticks, smoked oysters and salmon, a wide selection of cheeses, boiled eggs, tomatoes, cress and various sliced hams and other spiced meats. He lay back on the blanket chewing his food and washing it down with the icy mineral water (after the first few glasses, he left the wine for her - someone had to drive home). He looked across at the beauty of the naked woman opposite and felt a certain contentment. Danger here! He shook off the contented feeling and reminded himself that this was not real. That his wife, kids, his job they were real, they were his life, this was just a phase he was going through. A nice phase certainly, but never the less not one to get used to. Yes she could make him feel young again, certainly any man would be proud to be seen with her but there was no future in it. That said, he also knew that at least for the moment he would have to find somewhere in his life for her. With his wife he felt like a husband and provider, and with his children like a father and protector, but with Max… Oh, with Max he felt powerful, virile, and commanding. He looked at the beautiful young woman and saw his own fantasy image of himself reflected in her eyes. He knew it wasn't for real but where would it lead? He loved being a husband, treasured being a father and even though Max threatened both he couldn't see himself simply ending their relationship. Perhaps he just needed to play the game harder? Let fate play a part in the game. Raise his expectations of her, and live out some of his wilder fantasies. If she went along then great, and when she finally ended it, as she must, then he could afford to be philosophical and counter his sense of loss with some special memories. Not a good plan perhaps, but a plan never the less. Time to push the envelope, to see how far the game would take them. "Toy do you remember our talk of a collar? Of how, once a woman is ready to commit to a man, she consents to wear his collar?" "Of course Master. Didn't I wear one for you last time?" "And very pretty it was. But what I have in mind is something else, something you can wear all the time." "You also mentioned tattoos and brands Master." She said cautiously. "Yes. I do like tattoos. My wife has one, and the right tattoo is a real statement. However that wasn't what I had in mind - well at least not yet. No Toy I'd like you to get pierced, to wear my rings." "Where pierced?" He noted the dropping of the honorific and the way she sat up to face him. "Does it matter Toy? You already have your nose and ears done. All I ask is two more. I think it a reasonable request. Yes there'll be pain - I expect that of you, but it isn't permanent. Once we're over, and assuming you don't want them, you can remove them. Still as you've asked I want the rings in your nipples." "I… I don't know." He looked at her and sighed. "Is this safe word time Toy? Is your little experiment over?" She looked up with a flash of anger and met his steady, almost sad, gaze. She then dropped her head and shuddered out a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Master, but aren't my breasts, my nipples attractive enough for you?" "It's nothing to do with how attractive you are Toy. Surely you must know what a fantastic body you have." He moved across the blanket and took her in his arms. "I just think you're very special and that rings will look fantastic on you. I want you to make that commitment to me - for me. Will you do that Toy?" He kissed her and watched as she considered the new turn of events. "I really don't think I want to be pierced Master. It's too over the top." "I see, so beatings, bondage and fucking is fine but some rings, no worse than you already wear, are too much? Come off it Toy what's the real problem?" "I'm sorry, Master but what sort of woman wears rings through her nipples? Would your wife?" "No Toy she wouldn't." He had asked and been refused on many occasions. "But she is NOT my toy, you are, and I want you to wear my rings. Is it that you don't really want a master, or is it just that the master you want isn't me?" "Oh no Master I lo… I want you to be my master but I'm afraid." "Of the pain?" "No, of the image, of what I'm becoming… and yes maybe a little of the pain." "Pain is fleeting, Toy. Even the rings can be removed if you don't like what you become but how will you know who, what, you are unless you experience it. Isn't that what we're about? Commit, Toy, and trust me to look after you. You can do this." "When Master?" "Soon Toy. I don't have the skill to do it myself so I'll need to find the right place. In the meantime we'll shop for some rings?" "I have gorgeous breasts Master, the rings would need to be special too. Real gold with a pink diamond to match my nose stud perhaps?" The smile and a little of the cheekiness had returned. "Minx! So be it, gold with tiny pink diamonds. You'll send me broke yet. You're getting to be an expensive toy." "Only the best for my Master." "I'll remember that Toy. Still we'll talk some more about the rings later. We still have the rest of today to enjoy and it is a rather glorious day." "And you still have all your clothes on Master." "True enough Toy. How about you start by taking my clothes off and giving me a well-deserved massage. Indeed do a good job and I might just return the favour." He was a little embarrassed as she undressed him. He no longer had the muscled body of his youth, but she ran her hands and lips over each part exposed and seemed to be enjoy herself. She then spent half an hour massaging his shoulders and back and he spent somewhat less doing hers before the warmth of the day and the sensuous atmosphere found them asleep in each others arms. When they awoke some hour or so later they were hungry again and began to pick at the food that was still in plentiful supply. They opened the bottle of Chablis and he joined her in a glass of the crisp chilled wine before encouraging her to finish the bottle. Before long she was giggling and obviously a little drunk. "Sorry Master I need to go to toilet." She said stumbling to her feet and looking around a little lost. "Water sports are not one of my predilections Toy. Pick any tree you like and go for it in private." She seemed unsure, but then began giggling again and disappeared behind a nearby tree. When she came back, after having another generous swig from her wine glass, she asked him what else he had planned for the day. "Another first Toy. Based on our conversation on our first 'date' I assume you've never been sodomized?" "Sodomized. You mean had anal sex Master?" "Yes Toy, been fucked in the ass." She went quiet while she thought this one over. He already had his answer by the expression on her face which was a mixture of confusion, apprehension and arousal… but mainly confusion. He could see her wondering what she had gotten herself into, but the surroundings and several bottles of wine were not allowing her to bring her reality into focus. "I'll take that as a 'no' Toy." "No Master... I mean yes I haven't" "Good, then I'll be honoured to be your first. I'll make it easy for you Toy." He was lying on his back, his erection already obvious. "Here's what I'd like you to do Toy. Put a condom on me, straddle me and then put me in your ass and fuck me. Can you do that Toy?" "I… how… doesn't it hurt Master?" "The secret is lots of lubrication Toy. Look in the gym bag and you might find a tube of what you need. You're in control of the penetration Toy so you do what you need to do, right? If it hurts a little then I suspect we'll both enjoy it more. Now DO IT!" She was unsure and embarrassed, even more so when the time came to lubricate herself 'there'. But he could see that she was also more than a little aroused and slowly he saw her find that place in her head where she could play the slave. He considered tying her hands but knew that it might hamper her. So to enhance the atmosphere he picked up the riding crop and gently flicked her breasts and flanks as she made her preparations. When the moment of penetration came she had whimpered and buried her nails in his chest as he had slipped into her. She had not driven him home at first but had slowly inched herself up and down on his buried prick. He resisted the temptation to thrust and lay there as she experienced this new sensation. Then he noticed the tension ease on her face and her mouth open a little to draw breath, then suddenly she was riding him drawing him almost from her body then forcing him fully home. "Oh, Master… fuck my ass, Master." Her voice was urgent, demanding and although loud was lost in the vastness of the paddock and trees. "Play with yourself Toy, make yourself come." His voice was no less demanding, no less urgent as he created a scene that up till then had been conjured only in his head. He continued to use the crop to lightly punish her breasts and ass cheeks as she masturbated and rode him. Her ass was so tight and hot, not to mention the intimacy of this act, and suddenly he was worried about coming too soon. So unreal, so extreme was the situation that he knew his orgasm would be beyond his control, yet he wanted to come with her. He looked at the young, beautiful twenty-one year old whom had given herself to him and he felt his blood begin to boil. Her head had been thrown back and her eyes were closed as she rubbed and manipulated her clitoris and forced his prick in and out of her clutching anus. Both of their bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat as he fought for mastery of his orgasm. A long wail escaped from her lips and as her orgasm erupted, he too surrendered and began to come, thrusting into her body. As he regained his senses he felt her pull free of him then slump down on his chest. "Oh Master." "Yes, Toy?" "Thankyou Master, that was… wild." "Your welcome Toy. One more little facet added to our journey." "I think I'd like to try that sober one day." She said, bursting into more giggling. "You only need to ask… you only need to ask." ***** So they went shopping for rings. He felt that there was still a feeling of disquiet about his request. He also suspected that the pain of the procedure was not the main reason for her reticence. Rather it was that she honestly didn't feel she needed them. Her breasts remained, at least in her mind, her most obvious attractive feature and somehow she felt the rings would detract from her breasts allure. Coupled to this was that whilst her shaved pussy had been a hit with her boyfriend, rings through her nipples might not. At best it was sure to raise questions regarding so many changes. That said she seemed equally determined to follow through on his request, even though he had given her the opportunity to renege since the picnic. They had started their search at the tattoo parlour where the piercing would be done. He had made many phone calls before settling on this particular establishment and had been impressed by their confidence and the questions they had asked. They did not unfortunately have any sets of rings that met with Toys approval, indeed they suggested that a custom made pair would most likely be the only way to get what they were after. However, deposit in place, they did agree to loan the couple a set of good quality rings as a template for the jeweller they finally settled on to make their particular rings. Steve had put aside over the years some money he had loosely called his 'reserve'. His wife didn't know it existed and although he rarely needed to dip into it, its mere existence had given him a sense of freedom and independence. The cost of the rings, not to mention the actual piercing, would be paid for from this reserve so he felt free to splash out a little. The bigger, more prominent jewellers they approached were of little help. They tended to be little more than retailers and requests for custom work, especially unusual items like nipple rings, met with blank looks. They eventually found themselves in a rather quaint little jewellery store tucked away inside one of the oldest arcades in the city. The jeweller had examined the rings they presented him and "Yes" he understood their purpose and design but didn't stock anything in this line. He perked up considerably when it was explained they were looking for a handmade set to their specifications. "I have never made anything exactly like this but they're not too different to earrings." Steve was careful not to sound too keen - price might still be a sticking point. "So you can make us a set if we give you the design?" The jeweller assumed a professional demeanour and began to scribble some notes. "What exactly have you got in mind?" "Similar to those you have, around 20mm diameter, but a slightly heavier gauge, thicker? The ball that acts as the clasp needs to have a small pink diamond set in it. The rings are to be in gold of course." The jeweller stopped scribbling and considered the job. "Alright, but there are a few problems. The way the ring holds together is by tension. The circlet of the ring is slightly offset and once passed through the… uh… nipple…?" "Yes." "Once it's passed through the nipple it's twisted into place and slipped into the ball making it look seamless. However for it to stay in place there must be tension, springiness if you like. Gold I'm afraid does not have that sort of tension, it's way too malleable." Steve shrugged. "There is a way around it?" "Yes a commercial steel is available that will do well and I'll be able to have it gold plated, heavily gold plated if you wish, which should also add to the thickness. Umm… yes I think it would do very well, 18ct gold I assume?" "Of course. And the diamonds?" Like all craftsman presented a new challenge the jeweller was warming to his subject and keen to show off his skill. "Well, they will be very small of course." He looked at Toy and her nose stud in particular. "Slightly smaller than what the young lady has in her nose… I would recommend Australian Argyle pink diamonds. They're naturally coloured and in the size we'll be looking for, little more than chips, they'll be relatively inexpensive." Toy suddenly joined the conversation. "Chips? That doesn't sound that attractive. Wouldn't they need to be cut?" "Indeed Miss. Don't get me wrong they'll look exquisite and will reflect the light beautifully but I just didn't want to give the impression that we were talking carats here." Toy seemed mollified so he decided now was the time for the final details. "How long would they take and I suppose I should enquire as to price." The jeweller flicked through what looked like wholesale catalogues and jotted down some figures. "I assume they're 'special' enough to be carefully crafted?" "Please." "I look forward to the challenge… say a fortnight to get them made and four hundred and fifty dollars?" "Four hundred and fifty dollars seems steep." Steve had expected maybe half that amount. The craftsman was also an artist it seemed. "They come with my personal guarantee of satisfaction. They will be very special and unique with some very delicate engraving work on the rings… smooth of course where they go through the ah… nipple. I know you won't be disappointed. In fact so confident I'll not require a deposit. Fair enough?" "Toy?" A long release of breath as if she had been holding on. She looked at the jeweller. "You'll choose the diamonds carefully?" "To match a pretty lady." "Thankyou then, I look forward to us picking them up." With a look to her master that seemed to convey… what? Not so much submission as a statement that she was up to any challenge. ***** The fortnight seemed to crawl by. They had not made love since the picnic and had decided the day they shopped for rings, they would wait until the big day when the rings were slipped through her newly pierced nipples. He had thought it a good idea to give himself a chance to keep things in perspective and although she had expressed a desire to not wait so long, he had pointed out that the anticipation would do her good. Furthermore work was building up. There were student reports to write during the fortnight and then they would have the end of term holidays to look forward too. Besides in the holidays both their partners would be working and they would have fewer excuses to make and would have the days to themselves. On the first Monday of the holidays he had called ahead to make sure the rings were ready, then had confirmed their appointment at the parlour. He met her in the city at ten then had taken her for coffee. "Well Toy, how do you feel?" "Feel? It's all rather surreal actually. I'm excited about picking up the rings Master but a little frightened about having them fitted." "I'm not the sort of Dom who likes to hear a woman scream if she's getting nothing from it Toy. If it's all too much I'll understand." "But be disappointed?" "A little but not devastated. You hate the thought of the rings that much?" He considered his brave words. Would he be merely disappointed or would he indeed be crushed? He suspected the latter. She sighed. "Not really. I did hate the thought of the rings until we went shopping for them. Now I must admit the thought of wearing rings through my nipples is decadent and wild and… yes, submissive. But most of all I'm confused about the whole thing. I still have trouble in my mind keeping you and Jason in their respective place." "What do you mean?" "You ask nothing of me, of the relationship, but by the same token you demand everything. I'm your slave. Jason on the other hand would never dream of asking me to do anything kinky but asks for a loving relationship, monogamy, which is so much more." "I'm not that dissimilar Toy. I have a loving relationship with my wife and I have our arrangement. Do you think I feel nothing for my slave? I do Toy which is why I want you to be sure about the rings. Wear them and I'll ask more of you Toy. I'll keep searching for your limit both emotionally and physically and what you discover will, I hope, bring you great joy - bring me great joy as well." A Woman Worth Toying With "Will I be more special with the rings Master?" "Oh yes, Toy, you're already special. The rings will make you unique." "I hope Jason likes them." "And if he doesn't?" She smiled, "I think I know how to win him over. Do you know he's never fucked a woman in the ass." ***** The rings were every bit as beautiful as the jeweller had promised. Deep gold, with a fine design of twisting thorns around the rings and each set with a matching pale, rose pink, diamond in the golden ball at the bottom of each ring. He was surprised at their weight which was greater than he had expected. Toy had examined them carefully, hefted their weight, then declared herself more than happy. On the way to the tattoo parlour she had commented that the rings were substantial enough that she would be aware of them whenever she wore them which seemed to excite her and for the first time he saw real enthusiasm. The actual fitting of the rings was not as he had imagined it. Rather than sensual it was much more clinical. Once Toy had shed her blouse and bra (she had asked that she be allowed to wear a bra so that her newly pierced nipples would be protected from chaffing) the artist actually drew on her breasts to locate where the rings would go. He then fitted a clamp like devise, drew the nipple out away from her breast and then pushed a fairly large gauge needle through the base of the nipple. Toy had suppressed a yelp and the only noise was not unlike a quick intake of breath. The nipple was then fitted with the ring, which he left open but in place. A few dabs with a swab to both disinfect as well as absorb a few drops of blood, and the second nipple was tended to in an identical operation. Once both were fitted and he was satisfied they were symmetrical he closed up the rings and thanked Toy for her patience and bravery and used an alcohol swab to clean off his markings. He explained that these were a thick pair of rings so the needle had needed to be larger than he liked to use, but she had borne it well. She had been strangely quiet during the fitting and they were heading for her flat before she spoke. "They burn." "Pardon, Toy?" "My nipples are burning. It's not unpleasant really. You haven't asked, but it hurt terribly each time he did it, but the pain faded quickly. Now it's only a sort of throbbing burning. I can feel the rings pressed into my nipples by the bra. Get me home and fuck me Master… quickly." Their lovemaking had been urgent and even rough. She was so proud and turned on by the rings whilst he was just as totally enthralled. Her large breasts were now tipped with the heavy gold rings yet they sagged so little, certainly no more than before. He had not yet gotten used to her breasts, her body, her face and now she was newly invented - a new set of breasts, a new wantonness to comes to terms with. He had pulled the rings with his teeth as he thrust his penis deep in her cunt. She had flung her arms out in submission. Later, as he licked her cunt she had played with the rings through her nipples. As he had pushed a finger in her ass she had come. But that had not been enough for her and she had asked for more licking as she had pulled on her rings. He had come twice before he had retired and headed for home. He had lost count of her orgasms.