My Online Kink Match Part 14 Final

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I could scarcely do my work in the office. Instead I wondered what was in store for me. I knew I was giving a blowjob for sure, that he was picking me up at 11:30 and that I would be home by nine. I had left a casserole for the kids that the oldest would put in the oven and knew they wold have homework since it was the second day of school. There were no other events so after homework, they would watch TV and the two younger ones might be in bed or they might not be when I arrived home. I had carefully stashed the clothes next to the garage door in the bushed in a black plastic bag.

I left at 11am and raced home. I got my hair in a ponytail and made up my face with the dark eyes since I knew he liked the sight of my tear washed makeup on my cheeks.I only had a few moments so I pulled the shorts on with panties and pulled the Hooters shirt over my head. I fit well, thank god so it didn't show that much but still... I head him honk outside and I grabbed my phone and the badI had put in all the other items including the bra. I raced to the curb hoping no cars or neighbors would be going by as I jumped into the car. I gave hi a light kiss on the cheek and we took off again heading towards the big city.
“Tell me what is happening to day!” I demanded but he grinned and said “Nope, it is a surprise but one that is within your limits.”

On the way we chatted about Barb and what things we might do with her. It was almost like she really was a slave since we did not consider what she might like. I mentioned my thoughts o making content, and perhaps having a podcast of some kind thinking that was a direction he might be thinking. He kind of looked amused and said “Well maybe.”
“Do you have ideas?” I demanded.
“Oh I have plenty of ideas. First we already agreed on a special night at The Honey Be Bar and I think Halloween will be a good bet. Then I have all kinds of role playing that you can do with her as well. We might have to get some equipment and we might think about doing more bondage with her.”
“I mused a little about that and thought I had missed the mark of where he wanted this scene to go. Certainly he did not care about *** because he obviously did not need any. I on the other hand always cared about ***. Funny how things work out in your mind.”
“Thinking about your content and podcast however bears some thought. Perhaps we can do that as well. It is a way to free up some time in the future and perhaps put some *** in your pockets. Yeah, it is a good idea.”
I felt vindicated with that mush praise and felt a little tingle in my stomach.
He continued “I also think we should look more long term. I think we might turn her into a Pony Girl. What do you think of that?”
“What is a Pony Girl?”
“It is under role play fantasies. A lot of girls get excited about being treated as an *** and especially a horse. There is something about women and horses. In any event it is a real elaborate set up. They have group meeting and actual races the girls compete in. The harnesses and stuff that goes into is extensive as is are the people that follow it. I have vacant land, as you saw on Saturday night. It has roads and lots of room and it is surrounded by National and State forest land So it is very private indeed. Almost no one ever goes out that way except me and my hunting buddies. We could train her out there. Of course I would have to order the equipment specially made to our specifications. After she is well in shape and trained., we could race her against other girls. They drag a small cart along with a driver. I figured you could be the driver. I hear it is a big thing, since they have audiences at the races and that will appeal to her. Ou will have a long term goal set up for her to train to which which will be good as well. Trust me it is sexy as hell.”
“I don't know.”
“Well, take some time to do some research online. Yo can find out a lot about it and thee are whole books written about it and websites devoted to it. It truly looks fun. It is possible we could travel to some of their races and perhaps convention and such.”
“I will do the research but it sounds a little corny to me. I didn't realize you wee that kinky.”
“Oh you can bet I am that Kinky and more.”
We rode in silence while I thought about what he had said. We were now on the same road The Honey Be Bar was on and I was afraid Old Joe was going to get his blowjob. Instead we blew past it and went a little further to a decrepit old strip mall that only had a few stores still pen with a pitted parking lot. He drove to the far side of the little strip mall and parked in front of a Tattoo parlor.
“Hey. Tattoo's were on my list. I don't have any place else to get a tattoo that will not be seen.”
“You aren't getting a Tattoo. You are getting some piercings. And piercings were not on you no or even maybe list. They were on your yes list.”
I was trapped. I had thought maybe getting some more piercings might be fun and left it on.
“And you are paying for it in trade.”
Now I knew that guy who would do the piercing was going to get a blow job for his work. I grumbled a little bit but he did not appear to pay much attention to it knowing that I was too addicted to the scene at this point.” It was useless to argue so I just agreed to it. “Ok, I guess if that is the trade off then that is it. Lets go.”
I left my little bag of costumes and clothes in the font seat and we walked to the front door. For a Tattoo parlor it really wasn't that bad. There were no other customers since it was early on a Tuesday. Anyone that came in would be later ad I reflected that it was likely we would be the only customers he had that day. I wondered what I was going to get pierced. I hoped it would not be visible. Perhaps a belly button or something.

We walked to the back of the store where there was a beaded curtain so people cold not look in as people go their Tattoos or piercings or whatever.
He introduced the two of us tel me the guys name was Gary. At least he looked clean although scruffy. I glanced at his crotch and saw it was already bulging in anticipation.

“Come in right this way” and Gary led us through the beaded curtain. When new got in I saw he had already made preparations for our arrival. His tools were out and there was a silver platter covered with a cloth. He told me to sit in the chair for a minute. He told me to strip down before I did. I was embarrassed of course but I stripped off my Hooter T-shirt revealing my tits and then shook my shorts off revealing my hairless pussy. Kicked off my tennis shoes but they told me to leave my socks on. Then I climbed into the chair.
Gary asked me if I was fine with what he was going to do and I told him yes but shot a glance at hm that might have killed him if he had been watching me. Instead he was looking at the pan covered by the cloth and said “Is that them”
Gary answered “yes, but I will show you them in a minute. We need to strap her down just to make sure she does not move.” the two men strapped my wrists down and Gary hauled a set of stirrups out from under the chair and strapped my ankles into them so I could not wriggle at all. Then he spread my legs wide open. While that was happening, he put a gag into my mouth. “No need for a safe word at this point since you already agreed.” Now I was getting a little scared. I had my nose pierced and it did hurt but not so much I could not control my mouth or had to be strapped in. The only consolation to me was that the piercings would not show outside my clothes or so I thought.
Then Gary took the pan and held it in hands and pulled the cloth from over what was in it. I contained four small rings, a tag like item that had what they call a carabiner hooked to one end so it could be attached to something. The rings were small like my nose ring which went through one nostril but there were two larger rings. I don't know much about gages but these were much larger that the other four smaller rings. They were thick and smooth. Each were opened and looked like they had some way of locking them into place since on one end of the opened rings fit into the other hollowed out portion on the other side. Above those on the tray were four perfect little bells. Then on top of that was some kind of jewelry made out of chain links that was spread out and covered about half of the tray. I appeared to be quite extensive and expensive. All were silver in color.

As he prepared me with some wipes and alcohol I started to realize that I going to get my nipples pierced as well as my labia. I assumed that each side of my sex would have two rings. Then one of those rings would have the small long piece of jewelry with the carabiner would likely be attached to one of those rings. I was being tagged as well he did my nipples first, telling me conversationally these would hurt the worst since he had make a big hole in each nipple. He took some clamps and pinched each nipple after he had washed it and made it erect with a piece of ice. He leaned me back in the chair and carefully drew exactly where he wanted to go into each one and come out of each one with a large needle. He carefully sterilized the needle and and then pulled the nipple out and pushed the needle through and out the other side. Then he followed that needle with a larger bore of straight wire and pulled the rings through the nipple. It distended the hole through the nipple and it hurt quite a bit as you might expect. I gritted my teeth as it went on. He pressed the wire around to try to make the hole larger and more *** ensured until finally he got the ring far enough through so that it could be closed. He left that nipple and did the other one the same way.
“Ok, both rings can be closed now” he said. “I will put a drop of glue in the tube so that when closed the ring will not come out. These are permanent as well as large. If you want them off you will have to have them cut out. The nipple will grow around the so you have to play with them often to keep them from getting ingrown. You want them to move freely through the holes I put in and they are tight. Lucky I did not have to use a punch but rather only an enlarger. A punch would have been much more ***ful and ***y. This will be fine though after a time. Keep them clean and don't over do the playing part. He will want to tug at them and pull them. Ot for a week or two though After that he can play to his hearts content since the scar tissue will have developed.” Then he dropped the big bomb of the conversation. “He must really like you. These look silver but they are actually white gold as are all the other pieces on the tray. He must have spent a fortune with the gold prices so high. They will not tarnish so there really is no maintenance. They will always look just as good as now.” He continued to mumble about the rings, bells and chain but I did not hear him since I felt so good inside. This was praise of the highest order for me. I wondered how much he had paid especially for that big piece of chain. There had to be several ounces of gold in that mess alone let alone the other items. My head raced as I remembered that gold prices were above three thousand an ounce. Holy shit. I was going to wearing a fortune for him.
By now Gary was starting on my sex area. He clamped my labia on one side and drew carefully where he wanted to place the holes. I felt very strange for a strange to be tugging at the edges of my sex. He put one hole for each side to the front and one further back. I assume the symmetry was for a reason and that the tag would go to the front. When he got the big dots drawn, he took a smaller needle this time and ran it through me in turn for each piercing. As he did he took the small rings and pushed the directly behind the needle to get them through the skin and then left them still a little open until he had them all ready Then he took a special tool to clamp them each together fitting the thin inside the little tube for it on the other end of the ring after putting a spot of glue in the tube. “Ok, these are all permanently emplaced as well. To get them off you will have to cut them off. Now you may wonder why he did not attach the tag as well and I think it is because he wants you to be able to take it off in case he wants to do something else down there. You will notice that the tag has your name on one side and slave on the other. You can remove that by pressing on this clasp right here. It had a little thumb screw to make sure it does not come off accidentally. You just thread it one and give it a few turns until it is tight. To get it off just unscrew the little thumb screw, it will fall down on the carabiner piece and then you can open the carabiner and remove it and the tag. He designed all of these and had to specially order the all.” I wasn't sure I trusted myself to talk. Gary wasn't done however. He straightened up the chair and he held up the chain. He showed me that the white gold chain went loop went around me neck and fastened in back. Then two loops went down between my breasts and looped to hook to the nipple rings. Four longer chains went down and attached to my labia rings both fore and aft. Then he attached the four bells , one for each nipple and one each for the aft labia rings. He led me over to a mirror to look at it and I doubt I had ever seen anything so sexy in my life. Gary said “Now when you are wearing this, he can pull you tits out of your dress by pulling the chain and hauling them up by the nipples or he can tug on your labia rings with these longer chairs.” I looked around to see if I could thank him with a smile but he was waiting in the outside room.

Suddenly Gary went a little shy and said “He told me that you would give me my payment when it was done. Its done.”
I went down on my knees in front of poor Gary and made him hard as I unzipped him. The payment was not as much as I ***ed. He came fast after I got my mouth on him and I slurped him and his cum up when he was completed. I carefully cleaned him and put him back inside and thanked him for the work. I even zipped him back up. I tugged the t-shirt back on and put m pants and sneakers on as well while Gary watched me with looked like awe. When I was dressed I gave poor Gary a peck on his cheek and was rewarded with a blush. I walked saucily out to him waiting in the parlor. I took his arm.
“Everything go ok?”
Yes, everything is just great” I said happily as we went out the door. Gary called after us “No heavy play for a while. Let them heal!”
He waved back at Gary his acknowledgement.

When we got to the car I said “Where to now?”
“Well I think we will stop at a Drive-in Restaurant I know.”

And we did. I had not been to a drive in, order from your car and eat in your car for years, probably not since I was ten years old. We each got a burger and shared some fries and drank Cokes. When we were done, the waitress took the tray from his window. She was not on roller skates though.

We drove a little way to a very nice big hotel where he had reservations. I waited next to him while he got the key to our room carrying my little bag of clothes. We must have been a sight since I was wearing my Hooters t-shirt and orange pants and sneakers. He was just wearing jeans but obviously his credit card was good since she gave us two cards for the room. We went up and on the way up in the elevator he pulled my t-shirt up so he could see the rings in my nipples and then pulled my orange shorts down to see my labia rings. When the door opened for out floor he allowed me to pull m pants up but I walked to our room with my tits hanging out. I really did not care if someone saw us but no one did. He had brought his blue duffle up to the room and placed it on the floor. Then he told me to change in to my harem costume, handed me the devices and told me to insert them into myself and put a band on them to keep them in (he kept the remotes to himself) and then sent me into the bathroom. While I was changing, he ordered a bottle of champagne sent up to our room. Then he placed my spot on the floor.

I was standing in my spot when the champagne arrived and he got the door. The server insisted he had to bring the champagne into the room and saw me standing there, in a diaphanous harem dress totally naked underneath and almost dropped the wine cooler on the floor. My hands were behind me head and my legs were spread out. He broke out laughing, sipped the guy a twenty and walked him back to the door. “I guess you gave him quite a start. He had me sit on the bed with hi with my feet in side my spot. “You do look like a dream right now, he told me.” I don't think I have ever been so excited in my life. While we sat chatting and sipping champagne, he turned the remotes on ow and put me on a slow burn. “I don;t think we are going to get to that test right now.” I nodded shyly. He pulled on m chain and my tits rose up out of the vest and into view. He played with the rings and although it hurt a little I knew it would get better over time. He seemed to love tugging and playing with my nipples and they were as erect as they could get. I figured they would stay that way most of the time from now on with the clothes I wore sliding over them or the bra. It would be readily apparent if I did not wear a heavy bra that my nipples were pierced with heavy rings. Again I remembered how much those pieces of jewelry must have cost and I felt decadent. You might think I must have felt goody wearing that “I Dream of Jeanie” costume but I felt really sexy. After a while, he drew me down and had me give him a Jimmy Sharp. We had finished the champagne and it was starting to get later. He told me “Now it is time to give you some satisfaction. I am going to cane you to completion. But first, I am going to ring those bells you are wearing. I had forgotten that my rings still had the bells on and I blushed as I thought of what the clerk in the lobby must have thought since they were clearly visible through the t-shirt. He had me strip down naked and and increased the level of the devices still embedded in me. Then he produced a medium cane and had me kiss it and reminded me not cum until he gave me permission. I knew I could not las too long this time since I was so turned on. By the fifth or sixth stroke I was begging hm to allow me to come but he persisted in denying me as he caned me a fiddle with the remotes allowing me to cool down a little but then increasing my heat. Finally I could not stand it any longer and told him I was going to cum whether he wanted me to or not and he relented and turned them on full so I could hear the waves rolling over me and I shuddered as I came. The room was getting dark since we had not even turned on the lights when I came to. He was running some ice across my forehead from the wine bucket. He offered me a water from the little refrigerator in the room and he was drinking a beer while I composed myself. When I was fully recovered or at least almost, I got dressed in my hooters outfit and carefully put my costume back into my bag. We left together with him casually telling the girl at the desk to make sure the charges for the champagne and fridge were added to the bill and handed her the cards for the room. I checked as we walked out the doors and the clerk was smirking knowingly.

The drive home was anti-climatic (see what I did there?). He dropped me off at the end of the drive and it was getting pretty dark. I ran towards the house and made sure I saw him drive away. I snuck over next to the garage and hurriedly pulled my jeans on over my orange shorts and then pulled the Hooters shirt off and as I did do I spied a neighbor walking her down on the street. I quickly got my other t-shirt on. Unhooked the bells on m nipples and dropped them into the bag as if they were worth nothing and walked to the front door. The kids were all watching a movie on the DVD. I yelled hello from them but hardly got a glance as I ducked into the hallway and the safety of my room. I hugged myself a l little while I sat on the bed. Before I got ready for bed, I checked into Barb's profile and saw she had answered a couple of guys. Boy was she going to get it the next night. It was hard to stay mad though. I didn't even have to shower this time. I was't sweaty nor did I check on my stripes. I knew what they looked like now. Instead I just brushed my teeth and hugged myself under the covers.

All my best Jay D,

Anna.

This is the end of Volume one but there will be a sequel for Anna. The rest of her story is already being written and will be out soon,

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White gold is notorious for tarnishing, and glue to lock a barbell in is extremely unhygienic unprofessional and straight up ineffective

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I will fix before
Publishing it ar Amazon