“Are you trying to seduce me?” I smiled, eyeing your hiked-up skirt. There were no panties in sight.
“Maybe…” you teased daringly, tugging at your skirt to reveal even more skin.
We were sitting on the grass under a large, shady tree in a more secluded area of the park. Secluded, but not completely private. Regularly enough, joggers with or without their pets darted past, not paying much attention to the two women having a seemingly innocent picnic on the grass.
It was a beautiful day for a picnic – clear skies and a warm late Spring breeze. The blanket was scattered with an assortment of snacks with the half-drunk bottle of sparkling wine stored safely in the cooler on the side.
“Are you wearing any underwear at all?” I moved closer to you, finishing my wine in a large gulp.
“You’d be surprised,” you simply grinned, taking off your jacket to reveal the outline of your nipple rings against the thin fabric of your tank top. There was another outline too – I followed it from the hard nipples all the way up to the leather choker you always wore out in public to show that you were mine.
“Aha, you’re wearing your birthday present, aren’t you?” I was surprised, pleasantly so. I reached over and traced the path of the gold chains under your shirt; it connected your nipple rings to your chocker in a clean V-shaped line– what a beautiful piece of custom jewelry.
You nodded, biting your lip seductively as my hands reached your neck, only briefly closing around your chocker before pulling away again.
“Are you wearing the full set?” I asked hopefully.
You uncrossed your legs fully for me to see the answer myself – yes! The bottom chains made a second V down to the ring you had pierced in your clitoral hood last year. I could see the shiny ring above your clit and the chains leading upwards. I wish I could undress you fully here to see the full “outfit” but I’ve seen it enough times for my imagination to fill in the gaps and heighten my excitement. The four chains decorated your skin in a diamond shape, splitting down from a single point in the chocker to each of your nipples and another two chains connecting between your legs, clipped into your clit ring. The set was made to fit your proportions exactly and your piercing hoops were large enough to easily fit the connecting clips. When you stood up, it was designed to pull just a little to stimulate you with some pain. Your masochistic ways have been a great indulgence for me in this relationship…
“Does it hurt?” I asked, moving even closer to you, now facing you head-on, our knees touching. I put my legs over yours, your nakedness now hidden between my thighs.
“Not like this, no…”
“How about now?” I took both your arms and lifted them up, pinning them to the rough bark of the tree you were leaning against. I could see the chains move under your shirt, pulling a bit tighter on your nipples.
You moaned lightly in response, closing your eyes momentarily.
“That’s what I thought…”
I slipped my hands under your top, cupping your full breasts lovingly, stimulating your nipples with my index fingers as I rubbed them circularly.
You still had your hands pressed against the tree, arms above your head, despite nobody holding them there anymore.