Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/rings.txt

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From: [e-mail] (somebody)
Subject: Coming Out (about 350 lines of story)
Keywords: body-piercing public-bondage
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: 23 Feb 90 00:25:58 GMT


I'm sorry if I offended some of you bondage folks out there with my
story entitled "My Body."  I gather that the offensive part was the
part about drinking urine, something that in western culture isn't
considered terribly pleasant.  Nor is bondage or body piercing.

Frankly, I'm not into urine myself, but it solved a practical problem
for Susan that I couldn't solve any other way.  I originally thought
her boyfriend would let her pee into a champagne bottle, but that's
such a small target.  My next thought was a champagne glass, but if I
did that, what do you do with the full glass when you're done? Drink
it, of course, so I eliminated the glass and made things kinkier than
I originally intended.

Before I get on with my new story, I should point out that urine from
a healthy person is close to sterile, and Morarji Desai (prime
minister of India in the late 1970's) publically advocated the
consumption of urine as a health measure (not that I agree with the
"precious bodily fluids" theory on which his advice appeared to be
based).

Here's another story, one less likely to offend, but one I hope
raises some interesting questions.  How do you publically display
body-piercing jewelry?  What about public bondage?  Is the person
who is bound necessarily the submissive partner?



                            Coming Out

Beth got home from her job at the bank early.  She was going out to
dinner and a concert with her husband that evening, and she wanted
time to get ready for the evening.  It was wet out, and the boots she
wore squelched as she took them off on the doormat.

Beth had been working at the bank for five years now, and she was well
on her way up the career ladder.  She hung up her raincoat, then walked
through the empty house to her bedroom to undress, taking off her suit
jacket while she walked.  Her jacket and skirt were a conservative grey,
and the knee-length skirt was very proper for an up-and-coming bank
executive.

Looking at Beth at work, the only public hint she gave about her true
leaning was the gold chain she wore, but her co-workers just took it
as a pleasant sign of eccentricity.  She'd had her fingertips pierced,
>from one corner of each fingernail to the other, and she wore a fine
chain looped through the fingers of her left hand.  It was long enough
that it never got in the way, and when her friends at work asked about
it, she laughed and said that pierced ears were just too commonplace
for her.

As she took off her jacket, she revealed that she wore nothing under
her sheer blouse, save for the stainless steel rings in her nipples
connected by a fine chain.  Her breasts were small and firm, but the
titrings in her nipples made them stand out firmly.  Her co-workers
never saw that, and they never saw the jewelry she revealed when she
took her skirt off, a three-inch barbell stud through the mound of
venus supporting the ends of a six-inch chain.

After she'd taken off her pantyhose, she walked into the master bath,
filled the tub, and soaked for a long time, taking the time to shave
and reveling in the warm comfort of the tub after the bitter wet
spring weather she'd had to deal with on the trip home from the bank.

She'd just gotten out of the tub to dry herself off when Jherek got
home.  He called out a welcome from the front hall, and then joined
her in the bathroom, complementing her on her looks as he tossed his
muddy jeans and plaid shirt down the laundry chute.  Jherek was a
structural engineer, and although he was as much a professional as Beth,
the way he dressed when he was working on-site was a world away from
Beth's usual style.

They kissed but didn't hug as he got into the tub.  There was too much
mud still on him.  He closed the shower door and turned on the water,
and Beth heard him start singing as she walked out of the bathroom to
get dressed.  She smiled at the sound of his voice, then looked down at
her nude body and thought about the upcoming evening.

She'd thought about it for some time, and she'd concluded that there
wouldn't be a better time.  She walked over to her jewelry box, opened
it, and carefully undid the tiny clasp on the chain between her
fingertips.  After she had the chain out, she took the two stainless
steel hoops from the box and looked at them.  Up until now, they'd been
a very private thing between Jherek and her, but she was determined to
go public with them.

The rings were eight inches in diameter, and when she spread her hand
all the way, she could just slip the ring through the tips of all her
fingers.  She put the ring through the fingertips of her left hand first,
then latched it closed and used her right hand to adjust her fingertips
so they were aesthetically spread out around the ring.  With the ring
through her fingertips, her hand had was beautiful but not terribly
useful.

She picked up the other ring and held it in her mouth while she threaded
her right fingers onto it.  She'd done it many times in the past, and
in a minute, she managed to close the clasp with her teeth and use her
lips to adjust her fingertips on the ring.

Jherek came out of the bathroom as she was admiring her hands.  Jherek
looked at her and smiled, but the smile quickly turned to a frown.  Did
she really want to go out in public wearing her rings?  She reassured
him that she did, and told him that she'd bought a new dress she wanted
to wear, gesturing towards the bag on the bed.

He opened the bag and carefully unfolded the dress.  It was only a few
ounces of black cloth, long and slinky.  She'd had it custom made by a
girl she'd met at the jewelry store where she'd gotten her piercings.
The dress was a halter style with a high back and a plunging neckline
in front.  The front neckline was lightly elasticized, and after Jherek
slid the dress over her head, she had to explain that the halter straps
were to be threaded through her titrings, and once they were hooked
behind her neck, the plunging front was to be hooked over the ends of
the barbell on her mound, exposing the chain and just barely meeting
the letter of the indecent exposure law.

Beth posed for Jherek once she had the dress on, and he said she looked
wonderful, but again, he asked if she really wanted to go through with
it.  The dress was revealing; if it weren't for her titrings, her
nipples would probably pop out from under the straps the moment she
moved, but for a night at a formal concert, it didn't really reveal an
unusual amount of flesh.  Beth had worn equally revealing dresses
before, but she'd always avoided revealing her unusual jewelry.

Fifteen minutes later, they were driving through the early evening
traffic, listening to the wet hiss of the tires on the road and the
slap of the windshield wipers.  As Jherek drove, they talked about their
wedding four years ago and the slow process that had followed as they'd
come to appreciate the true nature of their relationship.

Jherek let Beth out of the car in front of the restaurant, then drove
off to find a parking space.  It was a quiet storefront place, serving
Oriental food, and attracting a fashionable but somewhat Bohemian crowd.
Beth walked into the foyer and waited for Jherek.  Hoping he wouldn't
get too wet on the way from the car and hoping he'd get there quickly to
take off her cape.

After he hung up their coats, Jherek put his arm protectively around
Beth's waist and walked with her to their table.  She let Jherek do the
ordering while she dealt with her feelings about being seen in public
with her hands ringed.  Jherek talked with her about the day's work
while they waited for their food, distracting Beth for a moment from
her new situation.

The food finally came, and Beth let Jherek feed her.  Chopsticks are
particularly convenient for that, one of the reasons they'd picked that
particular restaurant.  When Beth had first put the rings in her fingers,
it had been something of a joke, but over the last two years, both of
them had come to enjoy them.  He'd become quite adept at feeding her
when she was ringed, and they'd frequently gone entire weekends without
finding any excuse for her to take her rings off.

She rested her ringed hands in her lap while she ate, and although the
waiter looked oddly at her and she noticed a few other customers watching
Jherek feed her, she didn't find the attention to be hostile.  She was
still uncertain of her own reaction, but it was better than she'd
expected.

After Jherek paid, he put on her rain cape for her and then they walked a
block through the rain to the concert hall.  The Chicago Symphony was in
town, and even though they were early, the lobby of the concert hall was
already crowded.

Beth had always enjoyed classical music, and when she'd grown up enough
to go to concerts, she'd discovered the additional joy of dressing up.
She liked being seen when she was formally dressed, and she liked looking
at other formally dressed women.  She smiled when she saw a woman in a
nearly transparent black dress with an ornate purple dragon embroidered
on it.  The dragon looked like it accidentally covered those areas which
someone might want to cover.

Jherek checked their coats, and as they walked back into the lobby, Beth
heard someone call her name.  It was Kent Lucas from the bank, someone
she'd eaten an occasional lunch with, although he was in accounting and
she was in the loan department.  As he walked up, she could see that he
was intrigued by the sparkle of the chain hanging from her smoothly
shaven mound, and she felt warm, almost sexually excited by his glance.

When he offered his hand, the excitement vanished as she awkwardly held
up her ringed hand, unable to grasp his for a proper handshake.  His
reaction was awkward, but as she introduced Jherek, his eyes continued to
study her ringed hand, and the feeling of excitement began to return.

As he walked away, Beth nervously wondered who she'd see next.  She'd
decided more than two months ago that she wanted people to see what she'd
done to her body and the jewelry she wore; she was proud of what she'd
done, but she'd known it would be hard at first, and it was, although the
feeling of almost sexual power that she'd had when Kent looked at her was
an unexpected surprise.

She stood as proudly as she could, feeling a mixture of excitement and
self consciousness as she noticed people looking at her, and wondered who
she'd see next.  Luck was on her side!  The next person she recognized
was an old friend, Ginny Serak.  Ginny's eyes were wide as she walked
over, but after critically staring at what Beth was wearing, she said it
was weird but interesting.  She introduced her date, but he quickly faded
into the background.

Jherek volunteered to get champagne for Ginny and Beth, and while he was
away, Ginny privately asked Beth about her jewelry.  How long?  Ginny had
always known that Beth had pierced the fingertips of her left hand, Beth
had been public about that since she'd done it, but Beth told her that
she'd had her nipples pierced since before she met Jherek, and went on to
say that she'd added the stud through her mound more than three years
ago.  She let Ginny look at the ring through her fingers, but she didn't
try to explain it and Ginny didn't ask.

Jherek arrived back with three champagne glasses, handed one to Ginny,
and deftly slipped the stem of one through the triangle formed by Beth's
right thumb, her index finger, and the ring connecting them.  Beth could
see Ginny curiously looking at her hands as she sipped her champagne,
but they talked about other things until the gong invited them into the
concert hall.

Jherek deftly picked the half-empty glass from Beth's hand and put it
with his empty glass on a tray by the entrance to the concert hall, and
soon, the conductor was on stage and the music began.  The first piece
on the program was something modern and discordant, but the first half
of the concert ended with a piece by Milhaud that Beth had always
liked.  Her only complaint was that she couldn't clap with her hands
ringed the way they were.

During the intermission, Jherek got both of them more champagne, and as
while they were waiting for the concert to resume, she felt like she was
on display.  When she thought about it, she realized that all the women
who wore even remotely revealing dresses were equally on display, and
she found that thought comforting, reducing the awkwardness she felt and
allowing her sense of excitement to dominate.

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone Jherek knew greeted him.
Jherek introduced him as a Mr. Cilek, one of the clients of his
engineering firm, and for the second time that evening, Beth had to
shrug off the offer of a handshake.  This time, she was more graceful
about it, and she took it as an opportunity to show off her ringed hand,
again, feeling a sense of sexual power as she did so.

Mrs Cilek was pretty, older than Beth but dressed in a nice form-fitting
satin gown.  Both of the Cilek's were obviously intrigued by Beth's
jewelry, but they did nothing more than glance at it while Jherek and Mr.
Cilek discussed business.

While Jherek was talking, beth sipped quietly at her champagne until
she noticed Sam Randall looking at her.  Sam Randall was the bank's
vice-president in charge of commercial loans and her direct boss; she
was in line for promotion to fill his position if he was ever promoted,
and his recommendation would, in large part, determine her future with
the bank.

Sam's wife was with him, and Beth took the time to look her over before
acknowledging Sam's presence.  Sam's first wife had divorced him soon
before Beth went to work at the bank, and now he was married to a much
younger woman.  Mrs. Randall was stunningly dressed in black leather and
sheer nylon, a small leather vest, miniskirt and boots, and a sheer
blouse and stockings.  The vest had no buttons, and whenever she moved,
her tits were fully exposed behind the thin veil of her blouse.

She finally made a show of noticing Sam, smiled at him and then
introduced Sam and his wife to Jherek.  Beth knew that they'd all met
before, but she also knew that Sam tended to forget people he ought to
remember.

Jherek introduced both of the Randalls to the Cileks, and then continued
his discussion with Mr. Cilek while Beth talked to Sam.  Sam's eyes were
obviously attracted to Beth's jewelry, and again, she felt a sense of
sexual power and excitement in response to his attention.

While she and Sam discussed bank business, she casually fingered the
edge of her now-empty champagne glass, noticing that as she did so, both
Sam and his wife eyed her ringed hands, and that was exciting.  She held
up her free hand and casually asked if he liked the effect.  She didn't
feel casual about the question; talking to her boss was almost like
talking to a parent, and his answer would, to a large extent, determine
the success of her evening.

Fortunately, his reply was predictable, he paused and then asked if he
could speak frankly.  She said yes, and he went on to say that ring was
pretty, but then he asked if it wasn't inconvenient and wondered how she
did anything while her hands were ringed.  She'd expected a question like
that, and she gave the answer she'd discussed with Jherek.  She said that
when she was wearing the rings, she didn't have to do anything because
Jherek did everything.

Sam said it sounded a bit on the kinky side, and Beth smiled and agreed
with him as the gong called them to the second half of the concert.  She
got a real sexual rush out of that final exchange, and then she walked
back towards the concert hall with Jherek.   Again, he took Beth's glass
and put it with his as they walked into the hall, and then they settled
down to listen to a tremendous performance of Beethoven's Third, the
Eroica.

After the concert, Jherek got his coat and put her cape on, then went
out in the rain to get the car while she waited under the portico
outside.  She was thinking about her own reaction to the evening when
he pulled up, opened the door, and helped her into the car.

He asked the obvious question while they drove home.  Would she do it
again?  Did she like going out in public while she was ringed?  Did she
like letting the world know she wore titrings and a stud in her mound?
She knew the answer.  She loved it.  She told him that, then went on to
say that she wanted to try wearing her rings to other social events.
He said he'd enjoyed it too, and they spent much of the trip home
discussing the reactions each of them had observed in the people they'd
met.

When they got home, Jherek undressed Beth, helped her in the bathroom,
and then rearranged her chains to the way she preferred.  He threaded
the chain between her nipples through the ring in her left hand, and
threaded the chain on her mound through the ring on her right hand.
They usually made love that way, and when she was lucky, which had been
more and more as the years went by, she'd been able to spend entire
weekends that way, and occasionally weeks.

Their love making that night was tremendous.  Beth carefully knelt down
over Jherek, and as his penis slid into her, she touched first one
nipple and then the other with her ringed hand, all the while, using
her thumb on her clitoris.  He watched her, and they talked quietly
for a while that way before she came the first time, then he pulled her
down for a long kiss before she started to pump her hips, bringing both
of them to explosive orgasms.

It had been a long day for both of them, and Jherek fell asleep soon
after they rolled apart.  Beth was still excited, though, and as she
lay in bed next to her sleeping husband, she idly rubbed her ringed
thumb against her clitoris and touched her breasts to bring herself to
yet another orgasm.  As she relaxed in the afterglow of her orgasm, two
exciting questions ran through her mind.

Would she ever go ringed to work?  When she'd first gone to work, she'd
had to use computers fairly frequently, but now, she had less and less
use for her hands.  More and more often, when she needed information or
when she needed to change some record, she just pushed a button on her
speaker phone and asked someone.  She imagined that if she was ever
promoted to vice president, she might well wear her rings all the time.

Her second question was even more exciting.  She wondered what it would
be like to wear her rings properly held by her chains in public.  She
wanted to try wearing her rings to the beach when the weather got
warmer, but she'd need her hands free for swimming.  At concerts or
eating out at restaurants, on the other hand, she imagined that having
one hand chained to her mound and one chained to her breasts would be
fun.

The question was so exciting that she stimulated herself to a fourth
and final orgasm before she fell asleep.