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The second pair of rings were of a thicker gauge than the first and Annette was fitted with them the following Friday on her way home from work. The missing nipple ring was replaced at the same time.

She redressed in her office clothes when Toby had done with her and was full of herself and the new experience when she got home later.

“For once” she said “he fucked me properly and for once he didn’t want me to suck his cock”

“He must be going off your arse” I joked.

She shook her head.

“No he had that afterwards, when he gave me the underwear……”

“Oh yes!” I said “Toby’s infamous crotchless knickers!”

I played with her while she took off her clothes, fingering the re-ringed breast and kissing the nipple before sliding my face down across her belly. She smelled of sweat and cum and tasted of a mixture of things when I put my tonguetip into her navel. Her anus was still relaxed when I probed it with one finger.

“Full of his stuff!” Annette grimaced “Bastard! I’m full of him……!”

I knelt on the little mat in the bathroom and licked the top of her pussy, the smooth outlying regions where under other circumstances might lie the fringes of her hair.

“Feel……dirty this time……” she murmured “Dunno why……”

“What did he do that was different?” I asked.

“That’s just it. Nothing! We fucked, he did the piercing then he had my arse”

“Did he mention me?” I asked remembering the way he’d fingered me the last time we’d been together.

“Not once!” she said

She held onto the edge of the washbasin and spread her legs and I got lower down so I could look at her. The new rings were much thicker than I’d thought they would be, like parts of some machinery gone astray for some reason and her lips, still very swollen, bulged around them grotesquely.

“Do you think they’re alright?” she asked

“I’d say fantastic!” I said.

I pressed her belly and encouraged her to pee a little, just enough to wet my face.

“You’re just the same as he is!” she told me forcefully “Dirty! Fancy making me do that……”

“I like it……love it!” I murmured before pressing my face into her crotch until she did it again.

………………

We ate quite late that evening because after we’d showered together there seemed little point in getting dressed. We got through a bottle of wine between us, a pale light one which didn’t really go with the meal then Annette threw herself into the sofa while I cleared away and filled up the dishwasher.

It feels good to be naked in my own kitchen, I said to myself. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often.

My wife looked at me dreamily when I took in the coffee, appreciatively too I thought. Well I do still have good legs.

“Nice seeing you with no clothes on!” she told me

“I was just thinking how I should do it more often” I told her.

She nodded, still looking at me dreamily.

“You’re a wonderful hubby……” she said softly.

“And you’re a wonderful wife!” I said.

It was the kind of statement you’d hear from a mutual appreciation society but I am certain we both benefited from it.

………………

“Looking forward to the weekend?” I asked over coffee.

“Fuck yeah!”

“I’m leaving you with Hotbitch for the weekend” I told her.

“I know” she said.

“And I am going off with Hotbitch’s slave……”

“Oh yes……”

“Fucking her……”

“A lot I hope!” Annette said.

………………

We made love quite lengthily on Saturday morning in between cooking breakfast and me carefully shaving her pussy. Afterwards she fetched the knickers which Toby had given her.

They were made of a stretchy grey coloured material and were very tight fitting with a very attractive feature in that they had a specially shaped open crotch.

“They are designed to show off both your cunt and the jewellery in it” I told her when, giggling and grimacing, she put them on.

“They’re very tight” she suggested “I hope they aren’t too small……”

“They’re just right!” I said sliding my hand between her thighs demonstratively.

Annette giggled and wriggled while I adjusted her lovingly so that the shaped garment projected and displayed her plump bulging be-ringed lips to their fullest extent.

I lay on the floor and made her stand over me with her legs wide apart, then reached up and hooked two little weights into place on either side.

Still giggling she inspected herself with a mirror and wanted to make love again immediately. I was very tempted, turned on as we both were by then but I knew what she really wanted. And that was to be made to wait until she was so close to involuntary orgasm brought about by all the excitement that she wouldn’t care what Hotbitch, or anyone else for that matter got up to with her.

“I shall increase the weights weekly” I told her when she began to drip on me “Until your cunt lips are stretched down to your knees”

It was a crude and unrealistic exaggeration and both of us knew it but it did add something to the heightened arousals we felt. She put on a long skirt and a loose, low necked blouse and carried an ordinary sort of fashion jacket to wear over the top of it should the need have arisen. Low heeled shoes finished the job to my satisfaction though if I was honest I’d sooner have kept her entirely naked for the journey to Hotbitch’s place.

“It a funny feeling” she said presently “the weights, they……they sort of tickle”

“They are supposed to” I said “Supposed to remind you. As if you needed anything else to do that!”

“Want to cum some more!” she demanded.

“Hotbitch will see to you very soon” I told her “Until then you must wait!”

Annette squirmed, groaned and I almost relented. Another small orgasm wouldn’t spoil her, would it? Surely!

“Hotbitch is going to screw you with a huge strapon!” I informed her crudely. “You’ll be able to cum as much as you like then”

“Please……?”

“No!”

Annette writhed and jiggled but did not try to touch herself and a few minutes later I made her kneel down and put the collar around her neck.

She could hardly walk straight with excitement when I led her out to the car.

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The arrangements I’d made with Hotbitch were precise and to the letter, as exact as a military operation almost, which pleased me greatly.

Annette sat quietly while I drove, the diagonal seatbelt emphasising the shape of her breasts. We had plenty of time to get to the address and a satnav instructing us how and where to find it. Simple! And quietly, imponderably exciting.

………………

I was wondering about Hotbitch’s slave and almost missed seeing the hitch-hiker at the junction but he ran up anyway when I stopped even though I’d gone some way past where he was standing.

“I’m not going far!” I told him when he peered in the window “Only up to Melton and no further.

“That will do me fine!” the man said simply “I don’t live too far from there”

Looking back on the incident now I realise I should have made Annette get into the back of the car with him right from the start. As it was he made no attempt to speak to her until he noticed her collar and leash then I caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror and saw his eyes widen.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you a prisoner of some kind?” he asked.

“She’s a slave not a prisoner” I said informatively.

The man considered this for a minute then, leaning forwards between the seats he asked the inevitable question.

“Like a sex slave you mean?”

“Exactly!” I said “That’s what she is”

A half mile passed before the next question and this too was, I suppose, almost inevitable.

“So are you buying her or selling her?” he asked.

“I am only lending her” I said.

It seems farcical now, when I think about it and it must have sounded ridiculous then. As far fetched to this stranger as little green men in flying saucers but he took it in good part and at face value. Whether he believed me was entirely another matter.

“Swapping her in fact” I went on stupidly “For the weekend”

“Are you in some club or other?” the man enquired somewhat breathlessly.

It was at that point that I realised I should have made Annette get in the back with him when we stopped. It was a stupid oversight on my part and I kicked myself for it. The truth was my thoughts were, or at least been, on other things.

“Recalculating!” the satnav squeaked when I reached a junction and turned off but Annette said nothing at all having already realised my intentions.

“It’s ok!” I said when the man began to look worried “I’d forgotten all about picking up hitch-hikers when I came out!”

He must have thought I was going to ask him to get out when I stopped in a side road, instead I unclipped Annette’s leash and said “Open the door and get in with him!”

“It is a kind of a club” I said to the man “Exclusive and not looking for any new members but today, because it is you there is an unmissable special offer……”

Annette got out and got in beside him on the back seat and I could help but laugh when I saw him gape.

………………

She’d begged me to fuck her before we came out and I’d refused her on the grounds it was better to wait. Now, unexpectedly a cock was being offered to her again.

“Six miles!” I said over my shoulder “That’s all you’ve got! Do you think you can manage it?”

I heard Annette’s cry of delight almost straight away.

………………

The man insisted on giving Annette his phone number before he left. I think he was feeling both amazed and shocked when he got out of the car. He definitely staggered when he stood up and he’d barely managed to adjust his clothing again.

We left him at a bus stop because it was the only place along a very busy road for me to pull in. Annette stayed in the back, happily dishevelled and half naked.

“Better now?” I asked as I drove away.

“A little” she said “But he was too awkward and too eager!”

“I reckon you frightened him!” I said.

Annette snorted “Yes I think I did!”

“Try not to be so noisy next time” I suggested. “All your oohing and aahing might frighten some men away!”

“Little cock!” she said sadly “That’s what he had. A little chipolata sausage, I could hardly feel it……”

We turned into Hotbitch’s road then so I told her to behave. Then I saw the driveway, exactly as described, with the little sign saying “Fortescues” on a post by the gate.

………………

A very prim and proper woman open the front door the moment I knocked, he sharp grey eyes looking straight at Annette not at me.

“Come in!” the woman said curtly. “I have Dolly ready!”

I put Annette’s overnight bag on the floor in a corner, handed the woman her leash and watched her as “Janet” being led away. Moments later a small very slim apparition clad in very ragged clothing appeared. She was bare footed and shivering but whether from fear or excitement I couldn’t tell. She said nothing, didn’t look at me, didn’t do anything at all except shiver and shake.

“See you on Sunday evening then, shall we?” the grey eyed woman said.

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