Mistress pointed out the restaurant on the right. We drove past it, but there wasn't a parking lot, and the street parking was all taken. We ended up parking a block away.
It was Sunday afternoon in Portland, and it was gray and damp, but it had stopped raining a few hours before. As we walked to the restaurant, we went past a piercing place on the corner. There seemed to be a lot of them in Portland, and whenever I saw one, I shivered a little bit.
We crossed the street and went into the restaurant. It was an unassuming-looking Chinese place, and there were actual Chinese eating there, which was always a good sign. Mistress sat down at a table, and I sat across from her. At the table we were at, I had a clear view through the window at the piercing place across the street. It could be a total accident, or it could be entirely on purpose. Naturally, I couldn't think of anything else.
A couple of months ago, when Mistress had been asking me about things I wanted to try, I had told her that I wanted her to have me pierced. To pierce her cock to prove that it was owned.
"A permanent piercing is a big commitment, pet," she had said. There had been a tone of caution in her voice that I took to mean that she thought it was too soon.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't want to rush things. But whenever you think the time is right, I would love to wear a ring for you."
She had looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are you sure about that, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress. You can... I mean... whenever you're ready... umm... you can just go ahead and, uh, have it done." I had stumbled over my words, nervous at what I was saying, and also worried about whether I was being too blunt about what it is I wanted, about the fact that I wanted to give her complete control of when and where it happened. Was I telling her what to do, topping from the bottom?
Fortunately, she had just smiled and said, "We'll see, pet. We'll see."
So now every time I saw a piercing place it made me wonder if today was the day. Which is why I kept nervously glancing across the street.
The waitress came to take our order. I realized I had had the menu open for several minutes and hadn't even looked at it. I glanced down quickly and ordered an eggplant dish I'd never had before. She took our menus and left.
We talked for a few minutes about the movie we'd seen earlier. It had been pretty sexy, which had been exacerbated by the fact that Mistress had slid her hand in my pants, and had kept playing with her cock, but not allowing me any relief. The theater had been fairly crowded, so she hadn't had me go down on her this time. But just the fact that she had played with me like that was enough that I didn't remember the movie very well. So I was having a little trouble keeping up my end of the conversation.
Before long, our food came, and it was pretty good, though I didn't really concentrate on it. I kept looking across the street. I'm not sure if Mistress noticed, or if she was absorbed in eating her lunch.
We'd been silent for a few minutes when she looked up at me and asked, "What are you thinking about, pet?"
I didn't want to just blurt it out, so I replied, "I was wondering what we were going to do for the rest of the afternoon, Mistress." That was certainly true enough.
She just smiled, and said, "Oh, don't worry about it, pet. I've got something in mind." She has such a wicked smile sometimes. That's just one of the many things I love about her.
As I puzzled over what she said, I realized that it didn't tell me anything at all. Naturally, I was thinking about piercing, but she could just as easily have been referring to something completely different. A surprise I hadn't even thought of, some clever new torment she was going to try out on me. It was so delicious to think about.
But maybe she really was going to do it today. The food I'd just eaten started to sit a little uneasily in my stomach as I thought about it. When it was an abstract thing, it was exciting to think about being pierced. When it was possible that it was really close at hand, it was scary thinking about putting a pretty good size needle through my penis. And, really, I didn't even know what kind of piercing it would be. I always liked the look of a Prince Albert, and I hoped that was what it would be, but it wasn't up to me, and knowing that was exciting and terrifying all at once.
I snapped out of it, and stopped myself from letting my mind get too far afield. As I thought about it, this entire day, she had done nothing to even hint that she was going to have me pierced. Nevertheless, she had my stomach tangled up in knots thinking about it.
We finished up lunch and left the restaurant. We could have just been walking back to the car, or this could finally be the day. I could hardly breathe. Mistress either didn't notice or simply pretended not to.
We crossed the street as she held my hand in hers. As we got closer, I stared up at the neon sign that said "Piercing." Would this be the day? It was not knowing that really drove me crazy.