Jamaican Holiday Readiness
We wanted to escape from the freezing winter temps, so we planned a one-week getaway to a nudist, sex-positive resort in beautiful Jamaica. To prepare for the trip, I told you that you'd get your nipples and clit hood pierced beforehand.
The days leading up to the piercing appointment were filled with anticipation and excitement, as we talked about it constantly. Eventually, the big day arrived. We had a light dinner and made our way to the piercing studio. The car ride there was quiet, as you were both nervous and excited about what was about to happen.
Since I'd requested it, you were dressed scantily. You wore a white blouse with no bra, a short skirt, lacy thong, and six-inch stripper heels. On the way out of the house, I complimented you, "You're like the hottest pornstar."
Upon arrival, we checked in and were led to a chair.
I instructed you to strip down to just your heels and thong.
This seemed unusual to you, but you responded obediently, knowing the consequences for disobeying could be severe. Your excitement about being exposed was clear as you climbed high onto the chair, legs spread wide in full view of any passers-by.
The piercing artist inquired about your nipple jewelry preference - barbells or rings. You looked to me for approval, and I said, "Rings for the nipples and a barbell for the clit hood."
I'd been teasing you throughout the week, denying you the chance to cum, building your anticipation for the piercing appointment. When your piercing session was complete, you had a noticeable sweaty stain on your thong, indicating how wet you were at the thought of being publicly displayed naked. My doubling down on your helplessness and continuing to tease you earned us both a smile from the artist.
I then instructed you to remove your thong, inhale deeply, and place it to your nose, while standing in the stirrups for the next piercing. This made you uncomfortable, but you still complied.
Once your clit hood piercing was complete, you expressed your desire to put on your panties, but I told you to stay as you were. You were both pleasantly surprised at this decision, considering the car was parked just a half-block away.
Upon exiting the studio, you were so aroused and sobbed for permission to pleasure yourself. You believed that you'd been a good girl and deserved a reward and reminded me, "I've been good."
I responded, "Be patient, and maybe, if you don't pester me, I'll let you cum once we get home."
I chose a longer route home, making you wait even longer. You obediently complied, knowing that disobeying would result in being denied the release you so deeply craved.
As we neared our home, I parked the car, checked my phone, and then looked over at you, now squirming with sheer sexual hunger. You looked so desperate and eager to cum that you would do anything to obtain it.
I asked, "Are you ready to cum, sweetheart?"
You answered, "Yes, Sir," with enthusiasm.
I answered, "If you want to cum, you can straddle the gear shift lever and ride it until you release all over it, but you're not allowed to touch your clit. I want you to bounce your G-spot on the shifter until you gush all over it."
You answered, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," eagerly.
With little concern for anyone who might see you through the back window, you shifted your position over the center console and squatted atop the shifter, completely exposed. You gazed at me as you dropped down and accepted the huge, thick lever inside you. You looked directly at me, expressing your desperate need with your eyes.
At this point, I knew you'd do anything for release. We drove home at a leisurely pace, and as we neared, I parked and turned off the car. You asked if you could cum without touching yourself, and I allowed you, imposing the condition that you must grind your G-spot on the shifter until you orgasmed. With few concerns for passers-by or possibly-watching neighbors, you bravely climbed onto the lever, rode it, and let out the orgasm you'd patiently awaited.
You shout in bliss, so loud I fret someone might report us to the authorities. I smack you on the face, my palm slapping against your skin to get your attention. Subsequently, I take your rather pitiful pair of damp underwear and stuff it into your mouth. The little material acts as a muzzle to keep you a little quieter. Following a brief period, you glance at me pleadingly, and, without a single word, ask for authorization to reach orgasm. I assess you and reply, "Please proceed and demonstrate how well you serve as a whore by climaxing over that gearshift and console."
Promptly, you erupt from the inside out. Your noises of pleasure are unsettlingly audible, as you slosh and splurt your lady fluids all over the shifter and dashboard. The entire section is now completely drenched. I extract the underwear from your mouth and begin cleaning up the deluge of fluid and orgasm that has gushed forth from your permeated orifice.
Meanwhile, you're out of control, crying unceasingly, overrun with emotions. Your body is twitching, shivering, and shuddering concurrently. I gently assist you in exiting the car and next assist in pushing those cum-filled panties back into your mouth. I instruct you to suck forcefully on them, and consume all your own secretions for my pleasure. Finally, I direct you upstairs, to run a hot bath, and I'll be up shortly. I observe you depart the vehicle, and then watch as your shapely derriere jiggles and bounces, as you stroll through the garage and head into the house.
Note: The experience in Jamaica was remarkably memorable, but that's another discussion.
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