Holy Fuck!

“Just lie down and relax,” he said. 

Yeah, right! Me being me, I’d asked to see the whole kit and caboodle of what he would use, when and how. So I’d seen the pen he would use to mark my nipples, and the clamp thingy, and a needle, (he called it a venflon) and the piercing itself. I knew he would mark me first, then measure me, then clamp me  then the needle into which he would put the piercing and thread it through me. 

Ok….got it. 

I breathed deeply, and waited. Having my boobs exposed to a heavily tattooed and pierced stranger was very erotic. I felt like I was about to be raped by a biker….willingly raped, if there is such a thing. The pen tickled. The clamp felt cold. 

But the needle fucking hurt! I felt a jolt of electricity as a white hot pain shot through my nipple and seemed to connect directly to my clit. I also peed a little. I told him, “I think I’ve wet myself.” He’d seen it all before. He suggested I take my skirt off and that they had paper panties he could give me if I wanted. 

The first one done I knew what to expect for the second one.

No, I didn’t. This one hurt more! I felt that electrical connection, and I felt a jet of pee again. I’m all for peeing my panties for pleasure, but this was a shock/pain reaction. Different altogether. He handed me a roll of absorbent towels and a pair of paper undies in a sealed bag. And left, drawing the curtain behind him. 

I loved the look, but then the ache started, a dull throbbing pain that I didn’t care for at all. Luckily I carry ibuprofen with me (period pains) and a couple of those sorted me out. I didn’t bother with the paper undies, I just took mine off and put them in my bag. Walking around with no panties is one of my many turn ons. 

Back home, I tentatively touched one of them. It felt nice, but almost immediately, the ache started. He warned me to leave them alone for a couple of weeks anyway. 

And so to bed. 

It’s strange how what’s happening to your body can translate into your dreams. I had a dream wherein my boobs, small as they are, were tied with a silk rope into two intensely hard bubbles. The rope made my boobs ache, but the throbbing affected my clit. Then I got the image of the piercer. He had several piercings to his cock. It looked lite metal rings at intervals all the way around his hardness. As he pushed inside me each ring felt like a bump in the road. He fucked me deliciously bringing me close to orgasm but not quite tipping me over. 

Not until his cock went up my bum did I cum. I woke up in a mess, soaking wet, and convinced I had actually had an orgasm in my sleep. I’m not sure if that’s even a thing, but the aftereffects were there. 

Tomorrow, I’m going out with Heather for the day and she will get to see my surprise. 

I hope she likes it.