I had a fantastic halloween. A few days before a play party I was invited to, I asked LR, a fantastic Dominant friend of mine, if she would be willing to pierce me. I'd been pierced twice before, but neither experience was a very positive one, or meaningful one. I wanted to really connect with myself and feel that fantastic energy that only blood sports can provide. Well, to my glee, she agreed!©copyright crave 1997Then I started to get scared. What if that pain was too much and I wimped out, what if I did something really stupid during the piercing and she refused to continue, what if I took a look at the needle and freaked out..what if, what if, what if...
I love being scared. :>
Friday evening I took a long hot shower, shaved everything and tried to compose myself. When I'm dressing for a play party, I tend to sink into a more submissive, sensual space and I love the ritual of preparing my body and my mind for the will and want of another. I dressed as a naughty little girl, my hair up in pigtails, wearing a very short (just ending at the curve of my bum) soft black leather swingy skirt, a demure white button down shirt and high heeled black patent leather Mary Janes. However, underneath it all I wore a cream silk bodice with attached black seamed gartered stockings and no undies. All dressed, I headed down to the south bay to pick up N. from work.
Nicole's server had crashed during the afternoon, so she was in the middle of rebuilding it when I arrived at her office. I walked into the server room and knelt down next to her. She was quite surprised and pleased at my outfit, however, so was the janitor. umm..whoops. :> Finally we left her place and headed to the party.
When we got there, LR was busy piercing a man and it was so nummy to watch the drips of blood pool on his chest. We wandered around for a bit, watched C. Top L. and another woman. Always a yummy experience to watch C. at work. We also watched a woman being tied to a floor to ceiling brass pole and slowly fucked from behind. It was at that point that N. ordered me to take off my shirt and she started playing with my nipples, twisting them and rolling them between her fingertips. Heavenly.
We got back in time to greet LR who was done with her scene, and her beautiful girlfriend. LR went off with her girlfriend to take a break and N. set about getting me ready.
Here's where things get a bit fuzzy.
N. pulled me to her, pinning my arms at my side while she ravished my mouth, bruising it, then soft butterfly kisses to soothe away the hurt. She reached behind me and unsnapped my skirt, letting it fall in a crumpled black heap on the floor. Her hands danced across the silk to reach behind and cup my naked ass, pulling me towards her for a moment, then suddenly pushing me away so that I fell back against the exam table that I had covered with a white sheet. My arms, pulled above my head, wrists tied together with soft rope, than tied to something on the back of the table. White rope in stark contrast to my black stockings and shoes, wrapped around my ankles, then tied to the legs of the table. I cannot move, not that I really want to anyway. My legs spread wide and facing the window in the door, faces peering in at me. I blush and want to hide my face, but she softly kisses me and whispers her desire before pulling down the shoulder straps and leaving my breasts bare.
Soft strands of leather caressing my nipples, pulling my back up off the table with want. Gentle thwapping of the flogger, building into heavy rain. I am lulled by the sensation and forget to breath. The harsh smack of her palm across my breast wrenches a surprised shreak from my throat and she grins. Her palms hit my inner thighs, and I toss in the restraints. This part of my body, so tender so unused to harsh sensation, so close to my desire. My wetness spills from my vagina, splattering her hands with every smack. A sudden stop and I open my eyes in worry, but I relax when I feel her gently probing me, putting one finger inside of me, than two. She rocks back and forth and I thrust my hips to meet her hand. I can feel the orgasm building in me, rushing towards...A tapping on the door and a pair of gloves are tossed into the room along with a cheerful female voice "House Rules!" I start to giggle and N. mutters something that I can't quite understand. The snapping of latex and the glopping of a little lube and she enters me again.
My muscles have tightened up and her fingers hurt in me for a moment. I take a deep breath, center myself and concentrate on the goodness that she's providing. Her one hand spanks my thighs while the other probes deep inside of me. Two fingers, three, four... Her thumb drumms across my clit and I feel a rush of heat building in my pelvis, swooshing out to my chest and I quickly ask if I may cum. She gives her consent and I sink into the pulsating warmth covering my body.
I open my eyes to see N. smiling at me. "Are you ready to be pierced?" she asks and I nod a quick yes. She moves aside a bit and I see LR. I have no idea when she entered the room. N. slides her fingers out of me and my womb protests at the emptiness, but than I meet Rose's smiling eyes and I just grin back at her.
After some adjustments to the table that help ease a potential cramp in my calves, N. stands to one side of me and LR on the other. I close my eyes and give into the sensation of four hands caressing my body. I feel quite decadent. LR's hands are so warm and so soft, very gentle and peaceful. Holding my breast, probing it with her fingertips, her hands never leaving my body for a moment, even as she prepared the needles. I nearly cried when she cupped my face in her palm, such an intimate, loving touch.
I wanted to keep my eyes open, to watch her, to stay more present, to watch the needle enter my skin, but I was unable to do so. We breathed together, long slow deep breaths in and out, then the strong push of the needle sliding through my skin and popping out the other side. A moan/cry spills out of my throat and a feeling beyond sexual, fills my body. "So Good" I murmer, now knowing why people love piercing. A deep, comforting warmth, centered in my belly radiates throughout my body. After a pause, I ask for the 2nd needle in my other breast and there is some conversation regarding this between LR and N. that I'm not exactly certain of. They switch sides, LR never loosing contact with my body, preventing me from completely drifting away. I start to get nervous again and focus on breathing to calm myself down. The 2nd piercing feels smoother, I feel the needle sliding under the skin, but it is less painful, easier somehow.
A quote fills my head that I cannot place, "Her's was a gentle form of insanity."
The energy swirling in the room is powerful and after awhile dizzying. I want more needles, I want more of this joining, but I am also fearing that I will soon faint. N. asks if I want the needles removed and regretful, nearly tearfully, I nod my head yes. She slides it out and I feel it scraping my skin. Exquisite pain. Then Rose removes the one on her side, so swiftly and gently that I am surprised when it is gone.
I suddenly feel empty, but joyfully giddy. LR kisses me, her lips soft as her name. The warmth in my belly cools and with it, my body shivers. They untie my hands and help me to slowly sit up. Than stand. Rose's comfortable body supporting mine, then N.'s arms around me to keep me stable.
After much hugging, LR slips away and N. helps me to put on my skirt, but denies me my shirt. Instead, she straps me into a white leather arm binder that traps my arms behind my back and thrusts my breasts out. It's wonderfully tight and I feel very secure. She brings me upstairs and I try to remember where I am. She seats me in a chair, occasionally tugging on the leather straps that go around my arms, over my shoulders and cross my chest, reminding me that I am bound. We watch a woman get wrapped in plastic for the first time and I slowly am able to regain my voice and my composure.
N. tells me it is time for us to leave. We search for LR to say our deepest thank you's and goodbyes. We find her right by the door and as I dress to go outside, she and N. chat. I try to follow the conversation, but am not very successful. I felt a slight wrench inside and a small loss, when we stepped outside and left LR. With every person I play with, no matter for how small a moment, a bonding, a sharing occurs and it is always a bit painful to disengage.
I cuddle up to N. and she drives home and quickly fall asleep when I crawl into bed.
There is something so intimate in piercing. The taking and accepting of something into one's body, so unlike a flogging or caning that leaves marks on the outside, piercing is a taking in. I now love and crave them both and both are desired at different times, but that peaceful floating sensation of a piercing has created an unexplored longing that I look forward to getting to know.