I had the thrill of getting my outer labia permanently pierced last night at a piercing party. My Domme, N. and I been at this play space before, but for a demo, not a party. We were familiar with the space, but not so much with the people who were attending. Thankfully we were quickly were made felt welcome.©copyright crave 1997The dungeon is small and there were about 30 people there, so space was at a premium, but we wanted to play a bit before I was pierced. We set ourselves up in a corner of the room and N. clipped my wrist restraints to chains that were supporting a sling. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on her as she wrapped rope tightly around waist and breasts, creating a corset-like feeling. She ran the rope down between my legs, drawing it tight against my cunt, then between the cheeks of my ass to tie to the rope around my waist. The ropes are then drawn up and tied to the chains hanging from the ceiling so any movement of the sling sets me off balance. She grabbed onto the rope like a handle and shoved me off balance, both physically and mentally.
She then pulled be back to her and I rested against her chest while she placed a blindfold over my eyes. She lightly traced my body with her hands, caressing all of me, easing the trembling, the anxiety. She stepped away from me and I missed her warmth against my body, but moaned with pleasure as her palm spanked against my ass. There is something so intimate, so tender about a hand spanking. She spanked me until I could feel the hot redness of my ass.
The soft leather flogger hitting my back startled a scream from my lips that quickly turned to happy gasps as the weight of the blows forced the breath from my lungs. She flogged me with several floggers, alternating between stingy and thuddy, until my back and ass were on fire and I pranced like a pony in my high heels.
She pulled me against her, grabbing my hair to force my head back while she filled my mouth with her kisses. Her fingers, pulling at my nipples, then grabbing at my throat, stifling my moans. The crack of a bullwhip startled me and I quivered against N. as a woman tied up next to me screamed. N. chuckled and moved away from me and I heard the sound of the cane being taken out of our cane case.
Light tapping of the cane across my shoulders. Then a few swats across my ass, sending searing white pain through my flesh. I am ordered to ask her for more and while my mind wonders just what the heck I am doing, I hear myself ask her for more, again and again. When the last stroke of the cane nearly brings me to my knees, she stops and holds my trembling body against hers. The rough of her jeans pressing into my swollen ass. My head, resting on her shoulder as she gently plays with my nipples, giving them a hard enough tweak to rise me to my toes, before whispering that it's time to bring me down.
The hands that can be so rough and merciless, now are gentle and kind. Pushing against my upper back and chest at the same time, holding the energy, healing the hurt. The ropes are taken off of me and I breathe a full breath and relax my arms as my wrists are released from the chains.
Now it is time for the piercing. My legs are shaking, yet I feel very calm as we walk across the room to where the piercer, Todd, is set up. I'm ready for this. Now that it is time, I'm not nervous, just very curious as to how this is going to feel. I slide up on the exam table and watch the piercer lay out his instruments, everything in sterile containers. As he kneels between my legs, I get a short attack of the giggles. He's a wonderful man with a great sense of humor and he puts both N. and I at ease.
A crowd has gathered to watch the piercing and I feel so naughty. To be up on a table, a bright spot light pointed at my naked crotch with a man I just met a few moments before painting my labia with batadine. The things I do sometimes.
We agree on the placement of the rings and Todd tells me exactly what he's going to do. N. stands next to me, kissing me often, touching me, I stare into her eyes and feel calmness wash over me. I raise my arms overhead to grab onto the top lip of the chair and she places her arm across mine, holding me secure.
I feel the clamps go on my left labia, pressing hard into my skin. Then, a deep breath in and as I exhale slowly, the needle pierces my flesh. My breath turns to a deep moan as sensual, deep heat, ripping pain, followed by throbbing warmth covers my labia. The jewelry is attached and the clamps are removed sending an additional rush of heat. I feel liquid and floaty and exquisite.
The second labia is clamped and again I breathe, but just as I'm inhaling, a dog starts barking and my concentration is scattered. The needle enters my flesh and I startle, moving a bit and screaming at the quick searing pain that soon melts into joyous warmth.
Cool water trickles down my labia as the piercings are washed. I feel like I've just had the most incredible orgasm of my entire life and I feel quite drifty and silly. N. jokes that it's a bit ironic that the best orgasm of my life is given by a gay male. I manage to pull it together a bit to listen to Todd's instructions, although I am happy that he gives them to me written down as well. I'm also very thirsty and as soon as I can walk without falling over, N. leads me upstairs and settles me on a soft couch with some cool water.
The piercings feel heavy, not painful, but heavy and odd. I'm reluctant to bring my thighs together and have to sit in a very unladylike fashion, while we chat with others and I continue to gain my sense of self.
The next day, my labia is sore, not extremely uncomfortable, just a bit sore. My bottom, thanks to N.'s wonderful sadisticness, actually hurts more than my labia. I love the look of the rings and am so happy that I had it done. Now, the only problem is that I want more!