A trip to the piercing and tattoo parlor with a stop at “The Tool Shed”.

Another weekend and another adventure. I have no real interest in traveling and my wife has had her fill after a many years of traveling for company. We do travel occasionally and possibly will do more in the future but for now we are finding our adventures in the privacy of our home. Some men strap themselves into jet planes and land them on ships at night, I choose to strap myself to my red headed wife. Both involve danger but this red head has no controls, instrument panel or ejection seat.

Each Friday at 6:00 PM, as I raise the garage door I have no idea what will happen. I have no idea of her mood, her attitude or her plan. She has had the week to plot and scheme our weekend adventure. It could range from a quiet intimate evening to infinite hours of merciless torments, I have not one clue. One thing for sure my life with her is never boring.

All week she has kissed me goodbye and said a number, I was puzzled but I knew not to ask. Around Tuesday I realized she was counting down the days until the weekend. Keeping me guessing and off balance has created the week feel two days longer.

At exactly 6:00 PM the door rises, as usual I put cut flowers in a vase set the table for our Chinese take out and kiss her hello. Afterward I was instructed to shower and shave and wait for her by her chair in the bedroom. I was there on my knees as directed as she entered the room dressed in street clothes. She then said “road trip” and locked a black leather collar around my neck. She handed me a wife beater shirt and shorts that were way too short. I felt a bit like Freddy Mercury or maybe Richard Simmons. I would never wear these clothes in public and would never ever wear the collar.

She snapped a dog lead on the ring of the collar and led me down to the car. She said you drive but I would rather be locked in the trunk dressed like this. We drove through stop and go traffic. Each stop she would instruct me to roll my window down. The risk of someone we knew in this part of town was unlikely but the smiles, looks of disgust and one obvious cruise made the drive twice as long.

She said “I’m thirsty pull in a drive thru”, I blushed my way to through it. The neighborhood was in a part of town with several strip bars, head shops and yes, tattoo parlors. We parked the car in a strip mall in front of a club called “The Tool Shed”. Next door was a sketchy looking body piercing and tattoo parlor called “The Pierced Taco”. She pulled out a blue pill, pushed it into my mouth then gave me a drink. Then she walked around the car and attached the leash. I must have hesitated because she told me to crawl behind her.

I got out of the car and locked it and dropped down on all fours. The sidewalk was rough and dirty so I chanced walking on my hands and feet with my ass in the air. No sooner did I assume the position when the front door of the Tool Shed opened and several men walked out. They did not hesitate to offer laughter and comments of support for my wife.

We finally reached the door. It opened and I took my place on my knees beside her. A young pink haired woman welcomed us and led us back to a private room. I assumed the same mindset as I have during visits to the milking doctor, I became an object. Eventually a woman in her fifties with tattoo sleeved arms, gauged ears, nose ring and a shaved head entered the room through a beaded curtain. She addressed my wife but completely ignored me. They discussed the details of her plan then asked if she wanted to have it video taped, my wife said yes.

She motioned me onto the table, but as I began she said loudly,”strip”. I looked at my wife but all she did was smile. I removed my clothing and sat in the paper covered chair. The back was adjusted and my wife handed her the key to my chastity. She unlocked and removed it revealing my cock. No one other than my wife has touched it not even the milking doctor. I got the feeling this woman could care less about cocks because she examined it like a piece of meat. Still another woman was touching my cock while my wife watched. In some circles this would be a hot scene but the range of emotions I was feeling were not pleasurable, I felt unfaithful. Suddenly the blue pill took effect and my cock became erect. My wife shook her head and said to the woman, “The cock never lies” and laughed.

The first thing she did was pierce my nipples, first the right then the left. That hurt like a mother but I remained my usual stoic devoted slave. No praise or comments she just did her job. Next was the stencil for my tattoo. It was simply for centering because it was to be a freehand customer design. I was about to be marked for life. I was accustomed to the gym showers because I was usually locked in chastity. Nipple rings and a tattoo would just make it more interesting.

The tattoo was a simple small tattoo above my cock saying property of with my wife’s name. I was able to process the pain fairly easily. The device was examined but no additional suggestions as to how to make it more secure. As the woman replaces the device my erection was still prominent. She did not use ice and wait for it to subside she began punching and painfully squeezing my balls. Needless to say that worked rather quickly. My wife smiled and took note.

They walked out of the room leaving me to dress and crawl back to the lobby. I knelt at her side while my wife paid, received care instructions and the video recording. Five young school girls were waiting in the lobby to get matching ankle tattoos. The sight of me made them giggle, well at least the sight of me would add to their story.

I crawled out to the car thinking I was home free when she unlocked my leash and said let’s get a drink to celebrate. She had me stand and directed me to the Tool Shed front door. I entered first as she hesitated so she could see the reactions. We found a table as a shirtless waiter in only a jock strap asked what we wanted to drink. She ordered a Margarita and a soda for me.

The music was a primal beat and several men were on the dance floor. The waiter brought our drinks and asked if we were tourists, I said no we are from town when my wife interrupted and said, “Yes we are”. He looked at me and smiled then said I wondered so, you must have been in the tattoo parlor. He welcomed my wife then joined in making me as uncomfortable as feasible. He then ask my wife if he could dance with me. She smiled and said yes he is an excellent dancer. He took my hand and we headed for the dance floor.

We danced several songs that all sounded similar. My wife was having fun watching all of the antics on the dance floor. They all sensed why we were there and helped embarrass the hell out of me. When I returned to the table she pulled down my shorts to reveal my bandaged tattoo and chastity cage. She laughed and said again the cock doesn’t lie because the blue pill was still doing it’s job. A few guys noticed and began asking my wife where she got my device, how long I was locked in it and a dozen more questions. She was giving a seminar on long term chastity play using my hard caged cock as a teaching tool.

It was getting late so we parted business. She hugged each man goodbye and they all hugged me. We finally got on the road or a long quiet ride home. She said for the most part you behaved well but there were a few hesitations, we will deal with that tomorrow.

After a shower and change of dressings I was put to bed in my sleep sack for the night. Like I said everyday is an adventure.