Me at the Piercers.

I loved Jayneys nipple piercings, and really thought I'd like a pair, but when I got to looking through the books, I was lost for choice.  The guy running the place was one huge walking tattoo, but he was friendly and gave me a lot,of time to make up my mind. So, I figured that in for a penny, in for a pound, and I asked for.......wait for it.......a vertical hood piecing. Yep....my clitoral hood! Naturally, this meant I had to lay on a table with my knickers off in front of a total stranger...but that's ok. It also meant he had to get up close and personal to examine me first in case my anatomy didn't suit the piercing I wanted. All it is is a simple bar with ball ends. There are others, some of which are very complicated, but I figured this was enough for me. He looked at me closely, spreading my lips wide apart, and I felt myself leaking. He smiled and said 'that's ok, don't worry about it. A lot of girls do it.' Little Miss Clit, however, thought it was fun time and started to purr nicely.  He bathed me with some antiseptic while telling me that this type of piercing heals the fastest. Then I felt his make a tiny mark with a surgical pen. He told me he had measured me, slelected the right length bar, and had made two little dots on my hood. I didn't need to be told that they were the aiming point for the needle! Then he looked at me and said 'I want you to take three big, deep breaths in and out, OK?"  One Two Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! A pain lanced white hot through my clit but it only lasted for a second or two. Then I felt him fiddling around down there, after which he snapped his gloves off. "All done. Wanna see?" Of course I did! He gave me a mirror and I held it between my open legs, expecting to see a world of devastation. Instead, two little silver balls winked at me. One at the top of my clitoral hood, one at the bottom. There was a dull ache, but nothing like that lance of pain. So, knickers back on. Jeans on (which was a mistake), and a long walk home. I was conscious of my new addition, but I felt the seam of my jeans moving or pressing them all from side to side on my clit. And it was nice.....very nice.....in fact....ohhhhhhhhh! I came into my knickers as I walked. By the time I got home, I'd had four orgasms.  I know only one other girl, who has a clit piercing, and I was on the phone in a flash. "I can't do this! I can't keep cumming every time I walk somewhere! For fucks sake!" She let me spout it all,out and then told me that the sensation settles down, and that only very tight jeans makes her cum now. "Jut wait till someone fucks you though. Men usually ignore your clit when they're about to cum. This way, when they're banging the shit out of you, YOU get some pleasure!" So, there it is. I have a clit piercing, and it made me cum all on its little own. I'm going back for the nipples next week. My tits are really sensitive, and having the same man maul them around might well bring me off.....especially if I wear my tight jeans. I'm looking forward to masturbating with it, to being licked out with it in, to being fucked with it in,