Piercing Play

This episode contains light pain play between two consenting adults. This episode also mentions needles and other medical equipment. Please listen at your own discretion.

It’s been so long since the last time I was at a tattoo parlour. So long that I’ve forgotten how nerve-racking it can be in the waiting room. Plenty of time to remember the feeling of that needle driving through my skin. Ugh, the scent of antiseptic is burning my nostrils. It’s making my hands sweat.

I’ve been through this multiple times before, and you’d think it would get easier, but I’m always nervous. Everytime. I guess the difference this time is that I’m here alone. I used to come with friends and just having them in the waiting room with me would calm me down. But now that I’m in a new town and don’t know a lot of people, that’s not exactly an option.

I’ve tried distracting myself with some mindfulness techniques my therapist taught me. Name five things that you see: I see black-painted walls…a couple of antique lamps on the counter…photos on the wall of tattoos that were done here. Ugh, this is not working.

Why did I think it was a good idea to come for another piercing? Oh yeah...changes. Moving to a new town, starting my career in the city’s public library system. And breaking up with my girlfriend of three years. It was time. We just… weren’t good for each other. I know couples fight…but it seems like that’s all we were good at.

I have a tendency of marking the pain of good decisions on my skin - it helps me process. It helps me to remember that I’m growing, and that the pain is worth it to get to a better point in my life. That’s why I already have my ears covered with piercings. I got my septum ring when I decided I didn’t buy into the corporate dream and opted for a calm life as a library clerk. I got my first nipple piercing when I came out to my parents. Better late than never. That was so painful, on every level. I feel so grateful that my friends had my back then…

So, here I am, getting a second nipple piercing to signify another good change in my life. It seemed the most obvious choice after I’d already done the other one. Now, however, I’m having second thoughts, as I always do before a new tattoo or piercing. Just think about how confident you’re going to feel looking in the mirror at your new piercing.

“Hey, we’re ready for you.”

Holy shit. Wow.

I look at you and my palms get sweatier. Now you’ve given me something else to be nervous about. I know I have a thing for tattooed women, but you… you are on a whole other level. You’re tall, curvy, and confident. I can hardly see your skin under all the ink on your body. But I can see your deep green eyes, looking back at me as I follow you.

My nerves leave me as I concentrate on your gorgeous body. Hmm, your dress is tighter around your hips and your ass, which swings from side to side as you walk. I think you’re not wearing a bra. I’m sure that, once you turn around to face me again, I’ll be able to see your nipples through that yellow dress you’re wearing. They say pleasure helps to deal with pain. And now that I’ve seen you, I can think of a couple of things that might help me deal with the pain of a new piercing today…

We reached the cubicle where my pleasurable torture is about to happen.

“You can sit on the couch there. So, tell me: what are you thinking about having done today? ”

Oh, I wish I could be honest about what I’d like you to do to me. I suppress the urge to bite my lip as I picture your lips all over my body…

“A nipple piercing! On the left breast, please.”

Shit, I just sounded like a total newbie. I can’t control my nerves - and it’s more about you now than the needle. Sometimes, being shy and frisky is such an inconvenience. I wish I could be as confident as you seem. I could drop hints, tread the water…

“Sounds good. You can go ahead and take your top off then. So just one? Not both?”

“Um, no, I’ve actually got the other one pierced already.”

“Oh, cool. So, uh, you already know all about the pain you’re in for, huh? ”

Suddenly, I remember myself and realize that I’m going to have to be half-naked…in front of you…with you touching my breast. There’s something about that imbalance - you dressed and me naked - that turns me on even more. I wonder if you’ve ever hooked up with a client before… this room is rather private…

“Yeah, I guess I do. It’s definitely not fun, but I’m sure you’ll go easy on me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

I take my shirt off and leave it where you’ve pointed. I look down and notice my nipples are perky and ready for the needle…or your lips…I look towards you and I catch you just as your eyes swerve quickly away from my breasts. I catch a glimpse of…lust…in your eyes before you quickly turn away and start preparing your station. My heart skips a beat. Well…if the attraction is mutual… we could have some fun today…

“Alright, can I get you to sit over here on this stool?”

I get up from the couch and drop down onto the stool next to yours. The sight of the sterilized needle, the alcohol swab, and the piercing all laid out side by side on the metal tray is…exciting. You stare down at both my breasts for a moment longer than necessary and smile.

“Your other one looks great. It’s totally healed up?”

“Thanks. Yeah, I’ve had that one for a couple of years now. Thought it was finally time to get the other one done.”

“Ready? It might hurt a bit. ”

My breasts rise and fall with my breathing and your eyes look down at them. And this time, I’m sure - they reflect desire back at me. You place your fingers on either side of my left nipple. It’s coming.

“One, two...”

“Fuck!”

I squirm a little as the needle slides in. Damn, that was more painful than I remembered it to be.

“You okay?”

“Yes...”

The pain…it makes me feel grounded. It makes me pay attention to the moment, to you. I can feel myself getting wetter as the sting of the needle pounds through me.

“Keep going...please.”

I look up at you and try to put on my best “please punish me” look. I know it works on certain confident, commanding women… and I have a feeling it might work on you. Are you getting my intentions? You tighten your grip around my nipple. I bite my lower lip, as if I were holding in a whimper - but my eyes tell a different story. I’m loving this… and you can tell.

It hurts, but all I can consciously feel is the wetness between my legs…the pain feeds the pleasure, and gets engulfed by it…I unconsciously open my legs wide and my hands grip my thighs. I bite my lip hard and close my eyes to feel you as much as I can. You press harder on my nipple and push the needle through to the other side. Oh my God…I open my eyes see you taking the actual piercing from its packaging.

I don’t care about the piercing anymore though, I just want you pleasing me again… twisting and pressing on the sensitive skin that you have just punctured. You turn around and I see the cheeky smile on your face. Wait… you’re…you’re loving this as much as I am, aren’t you? You kneel down on the floor in front of me. Oh God, seeing you on your knees is doing something to me.

“Now comes the best part.”

Again, you grab my breast firmly. Harder than necessary. You set the piercing properly on the needle and finish the job.

“Oh...hmm...fuck.”

I feel your breath on my bare chest, and your warmth is radiating between my legs.

“You get turned on by pain, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

My pussy throbs, desperate for your touch. I look down and you’re smiling at me with that cheeky grin and those compelling eyes. Unconsciously, I move to the edge of the stool and my body arches in response to your voice. I want more. I want your fingers inside me… right here, right now…

You quickly screw a little metal ball onto the end of the bar now crossing my nipple. Before I realize what’s happening, you encircle my other nipple, the one with the healed piercing, with your lips. Oh, fuck, this is…that feels amazing.

I push my body closer to yours, until each part of me is touching you and you grab my ass while still working on my nipple. You’re holding on to me as if you can’t get enough.

You start to play around with your tongue, moving the piercing up and down and side to side.

“Oh, yeah. Hmmm, more, please. Suck harder! More, more, I need you to touch me. ”

“You like that, huh?”

I nod and you slide your hands up my skirt. Your fingers graze my lips as you move my panties out of the way. You thrust your fingers inside me the first time, as you lift your dress and pull your thong down to your knees. You open your legs and slide the hand that’s not inside me between your legs. You pleasure us both at the same time, and I’m as shocked as I am turned on. I love a woman who knows what she wants…and takes it.

I can see your fingers stroke your clit, first slowly, spreading your juices over your lips, and then faster, with a hint of neediness, as you find your flow. You keep pumping your fingers inside me, in and out, pushing against that sensitive spot inside me. Oh, this is too much, I can feel my pussy throbbing while you fuck me. I need more…

“You like that, huh? You want it harder, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, hard, just like that.”

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Your hands are covered in my juices, and you’re drenching my thighs with them. I wish we could do this forever… and get messier and messier. I don’t think I can take this for much longer…you’re too good. You know just how to balance nipple and pussy play; that, plus the undercurrent of pain from my other nipple is taking me to ecstasy...I cup one of your breasts with my hand. Your nipple’s hard too, and I take it between my fingers to pinch and twist it.

“Yeah, twist it harder… I want to cum like this.”

So you’re into pain too, huh?

“That’s what I want. I want us both to cum, right here, right now. I want to see you lose control.”

I tighten my grip on your nipple as you move your fingers faster. You are fucking both of us so well. I can feel the orgasm building like a string of energy, connecting my breasts and my pussy.

“Pull, pull on me. Go hard on me, I want it. ”

You stop fucking me to focus on yourself and my nipples, and I slid my fingers deep inside myself. I fuck myself hard and fast, keeping the momentum you had. You take my nipple between your fingers and pinch and pull slowly. The pain and the release are building at the same time, growing more intense every second...

“Oh...oh, yeah. Harder, harder. Give me more. Oh!”

You press your tongue onto the piercing while it’s still between your fingers. You slide your tongue back and forth fast as you fuck yourself for me…and I can’t hold the orgasm in anymore.

I hold on tight to the couch and to you…

You let go of me and we both take our time coming down from the high. You lick your fingers clean, staring at me while you do so. Fuck, you’re so sexy. Maybe I’m not as quenched as I thought I was…I could do you again. And again, and again.

I have the urge to touch you now, to slide my fingers over your throbbing clit and have you moan and writhe beneath me, to hear more of your moans. But you set yourself up on the chair and straighten your clothes. Then, you go towards the little table where the disinfectant is.

“This is going to sting a little bit…but you won’t mind.”

Do you also want more? I know you’re working… but I want you again, right now. I’m nowhere near finished with you, but...this was already extremely inappropriate. You could get fired if anyone found out.

I don’t want this to be the last I see of you, but I also don’t want to pressure you. This is the part I’m worst at…the aftermath of my spontaneous actions.

“You can get dressed. I’ll wait for you at the cash register. ”

“Oh, okay...”

I don’t really know you, but it still hurts to leave. I felt a connection between us. It’s not every day that you find someone that’s into the same things that you’re into by chance. But maybe it was my imagination, maybe I was projecting. I put on my shirt and go downstairs. You are waiting for me there, with a mischievous glint in your beautiful eyes.

“That I’ll be $25.00.”

I hand you the cash and you hand me the receipt. I look to where your finger seems to linger for a bit too long. You have written your phone number with three x’s on the bottom of the receipt.

“Call me.”

I give you a smile and nod subtly before turning on my heel to leave the shop. Fuck…a new piercing and an orgasm…what a great new beginning this turned out to be.