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“I talked to Toby today.” I told Annette when she got home on Monday evening. “I’ve made the appointment for Thursday afternoon so you can go straight there from work”

“Yes……”

“In your working clothes”

Suddenly she knew what I was talking about. She’d go there as one person and leave as another. And for the first time she’d be on her own with Toby to have the most intimate piercing of her life

“What have you told him?” she gasped.

“I’ve told him he can fuck you whenever he wants……”

“I……I’d like that” she said.

“You don’t have to like it” I told her “He is going to fuck you anyway, whether you like it or not.

She looked at me startled, almost frightened.

“You……”

“What was it you said when you started all this? ‘I won’t be Annette your wife, I’ll be Annette your slave, a chattel for you to pass round to all your mates for their pleasure’ You said that, didn’t you?”

“Yes” she agreed in a whisper.

“Good! So when you see him on Thursday you will do exactly as he tells you, do you understand?”

“Y……yes” she said.

“He will fuck you before putting a pin in……”

“Oh but……!”

“Shut up!” I commanded.

Annette shut up.

“He will put it in your hood because he reckons you would not be able to take it in the clit itself……he says you are too sensitive as it is!”

Annette shivered visibly.

“Alright……” she said quietly.

“You will take clothes of my choice with you to come home in. If I know Toby he will probably fuck you again once you have them on. You will drive home afterwards, when he has finished with you, show me what has been done and describe to me in detail what he did as soon as you get here”

“Alright” she whispered again.

“Now go upstairs and change! You clothes for tonight are on the bed……”

I’d chosen a thin cotton sarong for her to wear for the evening, a headscarf sized scrap of material which I knew would only marginally cover her hips and one breast while leaving the other completely exposed.

There was a long string of ugly glass beads from a junk shop to go with it but that was all, made into two loops the effect was quite stunning I saw to my satisfaction when she came downstairs again.

“Toby asked me to look and see if you were suitable for what he has in mind!” I told her “So later on I’ll do the little test he told me about…...”

“Ok!” she said meekly then sat patiently while I served our evening meal.

………………

It was a very simple test to perform but of course it was very sexual in nature. Everything to do with Toby seemed to be sexual in nature of late!

“A vertical clitoral hood piercing is very popular” Toby had informed me when I’d met him earlier that day.

“Most women have sufficient tissue for one of these, believe it or not” he’d continued.

I rather wished he’d someone there to demonstrate what he was saying with instead of the pictures in a book he’d showed me but I could see what he meant anyway.

“You’ll find” he’d said “That if you can get a cotton bud easily under the hood then there is enough tissue there for this particular piercing……”

“Like this, you see?”

Toby showed me a very detailed picture.

“No problem!” I told him. “I can fiddle around with her pussy at any time!”

“You can can’t you?” Toby had said.

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Annette looked disturbingly sexy as she sat at the table the junk jewellery adorning her neck and breasts. Mentally I made a note to get some torn cotton garments from somewhere, have them purpose made perhaps. I thought about her body while we ate, wanting suddenly to see her squat so that her pussy bulged plumply downwards. She’d need shaving again soon I knew, certainly before she went to see Toby on Thursday, certainly before……oh there was so much to do with the girl to keep her satisfied!

“Its called the Q-tip test” I told her matter of factly while she drank her coffee.

She looked at me over the rim of the cup.

“Right……”

“Toby tells me that most women have sufficient tissue for a VCHP……”

“Whats that?”

“Its what you’re having!” I told her “A Vertical Clitoral Hood Piercing!”

“Oh……”

“Changing your mind now?”

“No no……no of course not!”

“Its too late anyway!” I told her firmly “’Cos everything is arranged”

Annette drank her coffee quickly, hiding behind the cup, making herself as small as possible while I revelled in the discomfort I suddenly found myself causing her.

“If you can fit the end of a Q-tip under her hood so that most of the absorbent tip disappears, then it’s quite likely she’ll be alright for the piercing” So had said Toby enthusiastically, expounding his knowledge to me.

“And going by what I have seen of her” he’d gone on “I reckon the pin I have in mind will suit her just right!”

I thought it a curious piece of jewellery when he first showed it to me, a little over an inch long zigzagging curve of bright steel with a shiny ball about the size of a pea on one end and a broad gently rounded fork on the other.

“This is what I had in mind” Toby said “Its called a Lambda pin because of its shape which is specially designed to get the wearer on the right wavelength and keep them there……”

“How does it go?” I’d asked

“See if you can guess” Toby offered.

I’d looked at it carefully when he put it into the palm of my hand and very soon the way it was meant to go became clear to me. He had no need to tell me, I knew instantly, it would be a life changing moment for her, and for me as well, in all probability.

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I watched as she carried the coffee cups and other odds and ends back into the kitchen with a good deal of pleasure. The sarong suited her and the cheap looking glass beads complimented the shape of her neck, her shoulders and breasts. Both erection and pride surged in equal amounts when she turned and disappeared momentarily through the door. How lucky a man was I? I asked myself, to have a woman like Annette all of my own. Or indeed a slave like Annette, I hastened to add.

I asked her to stand still at one side of the window when she returned to the room, made her look out into the garden with her back towards me. Maybe I wouldn’t bother with the Q-tip test after all. She’d enough there to take the pin I knew instinctively.

She wanted to masturbate and wanted me to watch her doing it, leaning against the wall half hidden by the curtain which added allure to the draped sarong. I wondered about the leather clothing I’d seen in one of Toby’s magazines while my eyes followed the line of her from shoulder to hip and down the length of her leg. Black leather was common, with bright chrome or stainless steel fittings neither of which would suit Annette I thought. It would be soft leather in natural shades if it was to be anything, I considered.

She cried out softly, the curtain rippling, hiding the left side of her completely. Soft leather with an uneven edge, like a chamois one might use for cleaning windows and lots more beads to go around her neck.

Her orgasm was as delightful for me as it was for her I am certain. A gasped series of sounds, a jerky series of movements and even without seeing I knew her mouth would be open and her eyes would be closed.

There was silence save for her breathing for a while when she had done. I sat still and waited, it was her show and I was merely the audience. Anticipation hardened me while I waited to see what she’d do next.

Her pussy did bulge, in exactly the way I’d imagined it would when she squatted on the floor by the window and the rings danced and gleamed with a metallic excitement all of their own as her fingers scampered lightly over her lips.

“Look, you’ve made me cum!” she said.

………………

On Tuesday evening we had a mutually agreed rest. She was as turned on as ever, both of us were but we left everything until we were in bed. Which made it slow, warm and lazy and was probably for the best.

Then all day Wednesday I puzzled over a new theme as well as something different for us to eat. I toyed with the sarong idea again and rejected it. The trouble was the wardrobe! And the kitchen! Not enough of the right sort of clothing and nowhere near enough of the right sort of foods to eat. I dozed through the supermarket, forgetting where I was, even forgetting who I was momentarily. Puzzled I picked up and discarded this and that.

Was it warm enough for a salad of some kind I wondered. Certainly it would be so at home with the heating turned up. Cherry tomatoes? Cherries? Hmmmm and what else?

A mixture of fruits suggested itself to me obliquely, the shapes and the colours, textures and tastes, a lot of a little with nothing predominating. A lot and a little, a bit like Annette’s pussy.

I walked round again still without buying anything and again found myself looking at the round shaped of tomatoes and cherries. We’d have to be careful with the cherry stones……but olives? Black ones and green? They were already stoned weren’t they? Sweet olive oil and sweeter white wine, something from the south where the weather was warm and wet……

I found some delicately sliced ham, so thin that it was like fine lace and feta cheeses , delicately spiced in a fragrant oil. Somewhere there’d be a hard crumbly double Gloucester to complement it and perhaps a softer, pale yellow roll of pungent Chevre.

The quail eggs were very nearly six quid a half dozen but I bought them anyway, along with two sorts of delicate leaves and thread like, almost transparent spring onions. The way to serve it all did not occur to me until I’d pushed the whole lot up to the checkout and only then when I caught sight of a huge picture of food and wine on the wall at the back of it.

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And what was the first thing she said when she came in through the door?

“Can’t smell anything cooking. Are we eating out tonight?”

I could have smacked her had I not been so excited and I knew she was pulling my leg anyway. At least I hoped she was!

“Rabbits grub tonight!” I told her, give her a kiss.

“Really?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Yep!” I assured her “That’s what it is!”

………………

There were no clothes of any description laid out on the bed so naturally Annette did not put anything on. I was naked and waiting when she came downstairs again.

“Rabbits grub!” I said again, quite misleadingly.

“And only one chair!” she said.

She’d brushed her hair out before she came down and taken off what little makeup she’d worn that day for work. To my eyes she had the body of an eighteen year old, unsure and vulnerable yet wearing her nakedness in a way which utterly suited her.

She was right in her assertion but wrong in her assumption; there was but the one chair but I did not intend to feed her on the floor.

“Only one plate too!” I pointed out “But it’s a big one which we can share”

Then came the problem I’d pondered over long and hard. If she was to sit on my lap as I wanted her to, which way round should I place the chair. But, unexpectedly, although I ought to have known, Annette took control of the situation. I’d thought she’d sit facing me but she had other ideas.

“I’ll sit on your lap then shall I?” she murmured.

“That was the general idea” I said.

She smiled strangely, all anticipation and mixed hungers, so……..

I don’t think I’d ever seen her looking so beautiful.

…………………

Everything was without reach when I sat down, Annette included and I sampled her first of course, as a starter, making her wriggle and finding her wet. We fed each other with our fingers to begin with but soon the dishes became mixed, their flavours and textures combining. When she dribbled I licked and grew harder and more uncomfortable as she settled against me. We offered shelled quail eggs and olives mouth to mouth, dropping some into our lap deliberately. I smeared pussy juices along with some salad oil on nipples as hard and as round as those olives, she giggled, shivered, squirmed, slippery bellied needing feeding wanting filling at both ends.

She didn’t stop eating while I took my clothes off, standing barely enough and so close to me I felt the heat of her upon my face.

“You want me to sit on that?” she enquired without turning round.

So I sat again and she sat on me, in what was might so easily have been an awkward balancing act. But we got it right instinctively, beauty and the beast in as close a harmony as we could get.

“Have you made yourself cum today?” she asked at one point.

“No…….have you?”

She nodded lopsidedly something on her chin, on her left shoulder in her ear……..

“I did it at lunchtime in the loo”

“That’s good!” I said.

We snogged messily, smearing oils and chewed leaves, sinking and slipping, cock and cunt ever closer together, a balancing act no ballet could ever come close to matching.

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