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?"