It was after the fourth play session when she became suspicious something was going on. Master loved to torture her pert breasts. And now, four scenes later, he didn’t even lay a finger on them. Her body ached from his attention as it at all times did, so it wasn’t that he was displeased with her. It had to be something else.

That night she decided to test it. After the children were in bed, she slipped upstairs to grab her nipple clamps and with the chain in her mouth, she walked down the steps, then crawled over to where he sat on their grey and white checked sofa. With practice ease, she slipped into the pose he taught her, so many years ago.

Her shapely ass rested on her bare feet, pointed rearward. With legs wide, folding her arms behind her back and each hand lightly clasping the opposite arm by the elbow, she shivered at how exposed she felt. Even in her leggings and tank top, she at all times felt her soul was on display each time she knelt for him.

Keeping her eyes lowered as taught, she waited. Whether he noticed her immediately or was too engrossed in his work, she was never sure. She suspected he at all times knew where she was and just enjoyed how wet her pussy got when he made her wait at his feet.

After a few minutes he reached out and lifted her chin up to catch her brown eyes with his blue ones. “Mine, why are your clamps in your mouth? Today isn’t a scheduled session. You know we need to go to bed early because of the children’s dentist appointments.”

Since he didn’t take the chain out her mouth, it was obvious she should not let it go but she knew better than to not respond. “She wanted to be clamped while we watched more of the Expanse together.” Well, that is what she meant to say. What came out was substantially garbled and his chuckle made her cheeks flush.

He patted her head then pulled the clamps from her mouth, placing them next to his laptop. “Not tonight, Mine. Go get a snack and then we’ll start our show.”

His brow furrowed as she didn’t immediately move and then smiled at the frustration evident on her face.

“Obey, girl and I’ll explain why.”

The frustration vanished, replaced with a shy smile. She quickly rose and started to walk then squeaked when his hand caught her ass with a sharp smack.

He cleaned up his laptop and notebook then settled back down. She returned shortly with two full bowls of ice cream but his had two spoons while hers had none. Would he feed her, put her bowl on the floor, or let her use a spoon? She didn’t know what she wanted more, grateful as at all times that her Master would choose for her.

Taking the bowls from her, he pointed at the floor, furthering her confusion as she knelt before him once more. Taking a spoon, he started eating from his bowl then began speaking.

“I suppose your efforts tonight are because you feel I have neglected your magnificent breasts.”

She nods slowly. He at all times knew what she was thinking. He continues, finishing his bowl quickly,

“I had hoped it would be a surprise for you. But since you forced the issue, tomorrow we will drop the kids off, put your blackout lenses in, and enjoy the day together.”

The clatter of the spoon did not help hide the obvious signs of her arousal at his words. Blackout lenses were a devious toy he used sparingly. When put in her eyes, she would lose all vision, effectively blindfolded and utterly reliant upon his guidance. They had done a few dates with the lenses; a movie, a concert, and even just browsing a book store. Each time she left a wet mark on the towel he placed on her car seat. And each time they returned home after, he would fuck what remained of her brains out before he allowed her to finally take the lenses out.

As her mind swirled, the continued clatter of the spoon snapped her back to reality where he was eating more ice-cream, her ice-cream! He chuckled as her realization dawned.

“Yes, I’m eating yours because you didn’t come to me directly when you had a concern or question. You decided to keep it to yourself and then attempt to fix, whatever you thought was wrong, without telling me. And that, Mine, is why I am eating your ice-cream and all you will get is the taste from my lips when I kiss you next.”

A smile washed away the pout and concern. Once again, he was two steps ahead of her, showing why she belonged at his feet. Bowing her head, “May your slave girl join you on the couch, Master?”

Smacking his lips before responding, he pushed the two bowls towards her, “After you put these in the kitchen.”

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The next morning was a blur. Get dressed, eat breakfast, help the kids, load the car, drive to college, drop them off, take a breath.

They waved to the kids then he drove in silence to Starbucks. When they were alone, she deferred to him, regardless of whether it was a session or not. She was his, in every sense of the word. He led and she followed, at all times.

He parked then turned to her, capturing her hand and kissing it lightly,

“Are you ready, Mine?”

She nodded but she could hardly breath. Nothing was around her throat, nothing restricting her air. In four words, he wiped her mind blank and turned on the spigot between her legs. Her eyes found his and she calmed slightly at his smile.

Then he handed her a small pouch and her calm evaporated like a droplet of water in a screaming hot frying pan. The pouch had her blackout lenses; wicked little pieces of plastic that fully covered the pupil and blocked all sight. Her hands trembled as she opened it, pulled out the lenses, and started putting them in.

When the first one was in, she shivered and moaned loudly, the wave of arousal accompanying it threatening to wash away all conscious wondered. She glanced at him and he shook his head, “You have to be quieter than that when we go inside, fucktoy. Otherwise they’ll know there is a blind and dripping slut who isn’t going to resist when they attempted to fuck her.”

She nodded and swallowed hard before putting the second lens in. Her world disappearing in an inky sea of lust and knowing him, he would make sure she drowned in it. Shaking her head to try to clear her mind, she took ten deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself. Which was pointless when he simply said, “Open”.

Without hesitation, her jaw dropped. He had trained her well to obey first, think second. And as she did, her cheeks reddened even further. She had no idea what he was up to but it didn’t matter. Whatever he wanted, she did.

He waited a moment longer to make the humiliation of the moment sink in before pushing a red ball between her lips, “Bite and don’t drop it”. An idle wondered brought to reality, he had removed the ball from a ball gag they seldomly used. While she was processing the new wardrobe addition, he reached over and looped a KN95 mask over her ears then waited to watch his girl.

The ball was odd but she assumed it was because he was gonna play with her in the car and didn’t want any passerbys to hear her. Only when the face mask was in place did she realize he meant to bring her into the store gagged! The earlier moan was echoed as her whole body shook at the wondered. He wouldn’t! He would….

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Watching her shiver with arousal made him doubt his next steps. It would be so easy to take her now, satisfy his urges, and leave her dripping his seed down her legs. No, that was for later. After his surprise. With great effort, he opened his door, closed it, and walked around to her side of the car. To those walking by, he was being a chivalrous partner, helping the short haired beauty out of the car. Then, after placing sunglasses over her unfocusing eyes, he led her by the hand to the door of Starbucks.

Leaning close he whispered into her ear, “Are you ready, Mine?”.

She nodded slowly and gripped his hand tighter. With a wolfish grin, he opened the door and pulled her inside.

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As the door opened, her nose and ears were assailed equally; the wonderous smell of coffee beans and a cacophony of the weekday morning rush. Her mind churned as she felt him pull her deeper. A regular at this store, she knew the path as he walked her to the mobile order side of the store and dropped his hand. Heart raced at that but her ears were focused on their names, waiting for the barista to call out. She jumps slightly as a small hard object is placed in her other hand then relaxes as she can feel the familiar shape of their clicker. Originally a dog training toy, it saw usage in the bedroom when she would be unable to get his attention due to her bondage or mindlessness. A safeword is useless if your mind has puddled between your thighs; you couldn’t speak even if you needed to. He at all times ensured she would be safe.

The calm of the familiarity disappeared when she heard him laugh and step away, without her. “Silly me, I forgot to place the order! I’ll just pop in line Mine. No, no, you wait here. No need in both of us going over.”

Panic, delicious and electric. A bolt of arousal arced down her spine and exploded in her pussy. Not an orgasm but close. A massive smile stretched from ear to ear on his face as he watched her shake with pleasure and gasp softly. Walking quickly to the counter, he knew she’d be listening intently for his voice when the momentary fog lifted. This was something he had mentioned trying a few times before and each time she nodded eagerly while dripping on his hand.

The store was busy. As her mind cleared, she could tell there was a small crowd by the counter and leaned against the wall carefully. Her bare cunt dripping profusely, she knew if you looked, there would be a small stream of sticky and slippery fluid down her thighs. Please Master, don’t let her leave a puddle!

There! He said his name. Wait, did he say hers? How many drinks did he order? She wasn’t fully paying attention to what he ordered. Mouth drying, she fidgeted and tried to calm her racing heart. With a sharp giggle, she thought if this would show up in her fitness tracker.

As she waited, she felt a presence stand next to her. Far enough to still be polite in a crowded room but a bit closer than she’d prefer. Was it him? Wouldn’t he grab her hand or say something? She shifted a bit to the side, not bothering to look over, playing the roll of a haughty housewife. But the presence matched her, and worse, got closer. “Excuse me” is heard as they step closer, not from the newcomer but someone else trying to get to the bathroom in the back.

The stranger shifted closer to allow the person past but didn’t move out of her space again. Cursing that her Master didn’t wear cologne for the umpteenth time, her mind raced. Blind and mute, she couldn’t run. Clicking would only draw everyone’s attention, which would be disastrous. And it could be him, making her feel very foolish if it was. It’s likely him. Would he let someone else this close to her like this? That bastard…

Her thoughts cut short when an unmistakable hand cups her ass through her skirt. As she starts to tense and activate the clicker, his voice rolls across her ears like warm honey, “Easy Mine. It’s just me.” The tension dropped and she sighed with relief, leaning into him.

His name was called with his favorite drink and her brows furrowed. They rushed out of the house! He specifically said that they would get coffee later. Pouting, she wiggled her hips to dislodge his hand from her rear and stood straighter, hearing his chuckle nearby at her antics.

She felt him take her hand and resisted a moment. She needed her coffee dammit! Whatever he had planned, she was not gonna go through it with a headache and tired; despite being as wired as she was from the circumstances so far. He stopped pulling then she felt his lips brush her ear in a hot whisper, “You can stay here by yourself or you can trust your Master and obey.”

Without waiting for her to think, he pulled her hand again but less tightly than before. Should she want to stay, she could slip it out easily. Another chuckle as she gripped his hand firmly and his responded in kind, reassuring her.

Out the door, helping her into the car, then the engine turned over. Buckling her in and copping a feel, of course, in the process of doing so. Then pulling out of the parking space, not a word spoken. She was still fuming. Trust was never in doubt. He had today well in hand as at all times and she was his wet marionette. But coffee!

While driving a hand lightly touches her knee and starts feeling the inside of her thigh.

“I’m sorry, Mine. I lied.” she nodded, obviously he did. He did it so well that she had no idea what might have been false or when he lied. So she waited; he would tell her when he was ready. A cup was placed in her hands and a squeak of plastic was heard. She inhaled deeply and relaxed, the morning clicking into place. Somewhere along the way, he ordered for her and her coffee was waiting when they stepped into the shop. A warm glow filled her as she wiggled in her seat, adoring how her Master took good care of her. The fact that she was still gagged and couldn’t actually drink the coffee didn’t matter.

A few turns later, he parked, removed her drenched mask, and pulled out her gag, savoring the flow of drool down her chin to her shirt. She spoke first, “Thank you Master.”

“Always, Mine. Drink up, when you finish, we’ll continue with the day.” He clasped her free hand and they drank their coffee in silence. Her mind swirling with possibilities, his with the reality of the next 30 minutes.

She sensed he finished before her, as he typically did. That was something she loved about him, how he at all times threw himself into his passions, not caring how silly he might look during. But he at all times knew what was around the curve and the few times he didn’t were almost impossible to tell.

But he waited for her to finish. That was odd. No pushing, no “you have x minutes to finish”. She wasn’t gonna say anything and get her yummy coffee taken away because she pointed it out. His whims were mercurial and hard to predict.

Still holding her hand, he took a deep breath, which got her attention and sent a chill down her spine. That’s why he let her drink all of it, to soften what he was about to do.

“Mine, I am going to fulfill a fantasy of ours today. But this is one time that you are allowed to safeword and I immediately end everything. No matter how far we are or what has already happened.”

Now she was nervous. There were precious few times when he said something like that. The first time was when they walked into a bdsm dungeon. After he said that, he placed a hood over her head and removed every stitch of clothing from her body. It was an amazing experience and she relived that night in her dreams for months afterward. She felt safe and cared for every minute of that night but she recalls how terrified she felt with he pulled off the last piece of fabric, revealing her body to an untold number of strangers.

“You’ll know what it is soon enough but I am going to keep you in suspense a bit longer. I need to know if you are going to follow my instructions as best you can and trust I will keep you safe.”

She doesn’t hesitate, “Always Master, she belongs to you. She’s lucky to be yours.”

The chuckle that melts her fills the car, “That’s my good girl. Now, we are off.”

The engine roars but she barely hears it. Her heart pounds in her ears and drowns everything out. He drives and she squeezes the hand that hasn’t let go since he removed her gag. He squeezes back reassuringly, “It will be short but will last for a long time, I hope”. Her mind, already swirling, is cast adrift again. Whatever it is, she is gonna face it for him and endure as best she can.

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She could not track the turns he made. In truth, she was lost after he pulled out of the Starbucks parking lot. The arousal singing in her ears left little ability to focus on where he was driving. He knew and soon they arrive. Another hand squeeze then he is at her door, helping her out. No gag, peculiar. Will her mouth be needed? For him or whatever is coming up?

A bell as a shop door opens infront of them. Pulled through and she feels like she stepped onto a new planet. An unfamiliar buzz that she can feel in her teeth is in the air. It starts and stops randomly, without any rhyme or reason she can make out. Then someone greets him. “Ah! Our 10 o’clock appointment! Right this way please. We’ll take the back room for her privacy.” As he murmurs his thanks for the graciousness, she struggles with the realization that 2 hours had passed since she put the lenses on! It felt like a blur; if asked, she would have guessed an hour at the most.

He pulls her along and helps her sit down in a chair. Odd, it feels like a stylist chair from a hair salon, familiar but extremely out of place given his earlier words. He stands next to her and holds one of her hand possessively, stroking in lightly then leans down to speak directly to her, the first since they finished their coffee together,

“Mine, we are in a tattoo parlor. The appointment is for piercing those lovely breasts of yours. A matching pair of jewelry has been picked out in the style I like. I’ve spoken to Dave here and he is very understanding. Typically they don’t allow someone to be blindfolded for this but he will make an exception for us, provided you are able to clearly express your consent to him and sign the forms as best you can.”

The breath she was holding is released in a thin stream, almost whistling. Piercings! No wonder he was nervous and gave her a safe word! The fact the owner would be fully anonymous to her during this and be handling her breasts did not even cross her mind as a issue. A few years ago, she would have been outraged at even the fantasy of it. Now, she was trying to think if she would even want her nipples pierced, adorned with his jewels. No, that was the wrong line of reasoning.

He already decided that he wanted her body decorated. It wasn’t her place to question that. She knew that she could speak just a word and he would whisk her home, help her inside, and have a steaming mug of hot chocolate in her delicate hands within minutes all while wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Yet, she wouldn’t. Not because she loved the idea or had also fantasized about it. Not because she adored how her nipples looked with the faux piercings he bought for her last Christmas. No, she would accept his decision because she was his. There was no other reason that came close to being as essential.

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“Mine?”

She started, her mind snapping back to the present, “Yes Master, your slave consents to the piercing. Please hand her the pen and she will sign.”

A pen is gently laid in her hand and his lips kiss her cheek. Guided onto a piece of paper, she signs her name slowly, focusing on ensuring the ink is legible and unsmudged. The pen is replaced by his hand. With his free hand, he pulledher top down to reveal her breasts. Giggling, she understood why he had avoided hurting her nipples and why he had chosen this specific outfit for her. Then reddened as she heard the other occupant of the room clear his throat, momentarily forgetting he was there when Master exposed her.

“Then we’ll begin. The most important thing is keeping this area clean until its fully healed. The second most important thing is ensuring they are not touched during the healing process. And that can take up to a year.”

Her eyebrows raised at this, no play with her nipples? She was less worried about herself and more for her Master. A full year without any use of her breasts? For her Master? Maybe that is why he hadn’t used them much, so he could make sure he could go without.

She nodded as Dave continued to explain the aftercare procedures and smiled as Master asked some further questions. He could be such a nerd sometimes. It wasn’t much, just very practical. Avoid this, do that, apply this lotion, and don’t titty fuck, no matter how badly you want it. She suppressed a slightly hysterical laugh at the last one.