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                                   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?  Jinny 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.