December 5, 2007

• The Piercing of Ariel

   The Piercing of Ariel

   

  She loved to have her body played with and inspected and poked and pinched.  It first started with her doctor when she was just a developing young girl.   He would examine her and as he investigated her parts, she would get a warm fuzzy feeling.  As she grew older the feelings intensified and she looked forward to her 6 month appointments with her doctor.  When she was 12 she fantasized about the doctor all the time while she lay in bed at night and pinched her nipples.  She was afraid to touch her genitals except in the shower or bath.  But she loved the feeling of squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.  She had her first orgasm when she was 13 and with her doctor.  He had his hands on her genitals somewhere in that space, in the folds between her legs.  He touched somewhere, a couple of wheres, over the course of the exam.  She had her legs apart in the stirrups and he was opening her for further evaluation when she began to come.  And she did the unthinkable – she rubbed herself against his hand and released herself with her hips moving obviously up and down.  The doctor appeared to not notice it but in doing so he left his hands where she continued to have her orgasm.

   

  After that she used to play with her pussy pretending it was the doctor’s hands.  Exploring until she eventually began to understand her special places for touch.  She used to let the boys give her money to see her breasts and pussy.  And for an extra $5 she would let them touch her.  For a dollar they could touch her leg or her stomach, but it was $5 each for her ass, her breasts, and her pussy.  Usually, the boys just had enough for one touch each.  For $10 dollars they could open her cheeks and stick a finger in her ass and for $11 dollars she would open her legs and let them put a finger inside her pussy.   She learned how to stretch out the game by only offering certain acts at certain times.  She loved to tease the boys and she loved the attention.  When they used up all their money and couldn’t afford to have a poke in her pussy, she would open her legs and give them one last look, spreading her lips open for them.

   

  At 16 she was the youngest of her friends to wear a thong and she loved to shave her hair off.  Even though she had rather fine hair, she still liked the warm shave with the sharp edge.  She had become skillful at it and taught one of her girlfriends and they used to do it together and sometimes shave each other.  She liked the attention when someone else was poking her genitals. 

   

  She grew early into her curvaceous shape with a perfect ass and proud perky breasts.  She had prominent nipples which we often hard.  She enjoyed the attention they drew and she would often dress in bra-less T-shirts.  She became a sun worshipper and with skin that browned easily she would lie in her skimpy bikinis and imagine herself lying naked.  She would imagine being tied down and many men playing with her body parts, poking her.  As she imagined this she would open her legs wide to the world and hope her wetness could be seen.

   

  One day she went to a tattoo artist and had a simple red rose painted at the bottom of her spine.  She loved the tickling pain of the needle.  The tattooist’s hands moving unpredictably on her rump and his arm resting in her crack to get the right angle on the intricate design he painted.  Her next one was on her breast.  The combination of pain and poking; looking right at his face while he painted pricked and wiped her exposed breasts; she couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate when it was done.  In fact, she and her friend who also got a tattoo were teasing random men all the way home showing each other their new tattoos while they watched.

   

  Then came piercing and it seemed she found herself.  She first had her ears pierced multiple times.  Then her eyebrow and that seems to be the one that got her hooked.  It delivered a level of pain that was breathtaking: one hard pierce and then a numb low level pain.  Unlike a toothache it gave a sexual buzz with it and got her high.  She seemed to be so open to sexual touch afterwards and her piercer knew it.  He loved piercing women and touching them.  If she had wanted and encouraged his advances she’s sure he would have fucked her.  He would pinch and pierce and after each step he would touch and massage some part of her body.  As it was she didn’t object to his touches which he told her would calm the pain.  She had a secret orgasm while he massaged her shoulders and breasts and arms.  His hands had a gentle smooth stroke which was soothing and also brought her to a heightened sexual tingling all over.  He had a certain rhythm in his touching, moving to the sensitive spots in ever increasingly warm slow and sensual movement.  Using the rest of the body’s curves to lead up to the sensitive parts, it was like being in the hands of a musician.  She became addicted to the piercing – to the way he did his piercing.

   

  Next was her tongue and it hurt.  He massaged her whole body.  He had suggested that she take off all of her clothes before they started and told her that to minimize the pain he would give her a full body massage while she lay on her back.  She thought the pain would be too much at first but his hands were great on her body.  She loved the combination of pain and pleasure and he took his time to massage her genitals.  He had a couple of cloth stirrups that hung from the ceiling and placed her ankles in them causing her ass to lift just slightly.  He began to massage her backside and her full cheeks before moving his hands into her crack and coming all the way around to her clit.  His hands moved around a number of times before he removed her feet from the stirrups and had her spread out her legs on the table.  He worked her clit and pussy and lips in a gentle slow movement that drove her crazy.  As she had done once before in the doctor’s office she came rubbing against his hand.  But this time there was no silence or quietness about it and she came and came and came over his fingers and his hand.  He had obviously done this with other clients and she was obviously enjoying it.

   

  She let him pierce her nipples – each a couple of hours apart.  And he massaged her to orgasm after orgasm between her piercing and after her piercings.   He never asked for anything in return and seemed totally satisfied with her orgasms.   Through hours of her orgasms, he clearly enjoyed his work and he probably had all the girls he wanted.  He seemed pretty busy with a lot of other girls and she figured they all got the reduced pain treatment.  Perhaps she could stop being addicted to these treatments of pain and pleasure, she thought.  But whenever she had a few extra dollars she found herself going back to his shop to pierce her belly button, her eyebrows, through her cheeks, more in her ears, etc.  The more painful the piercing was, the more intense her orgasm.

   

  She had three of the most intense sessions when he pierced her pussy.  First, she let him pierce the skin above her clit.  She was concerned that it might make her clit a little less sensitive.  Instead the ring helped to balance his finger while it gently ran up and down her enlarged clit.  Of course, she didn’t find this out until the second session, where when like her session of piercing her nipples, he did each of the outer lips of her vagina – each an hour apart and rubbed her all over in between.  He liked to show off how the rings could enhance the touch and he would kiss her rings when he was between rubbings.  When he used the ring above her clit to flick his finger and his tongue alongside her clit so close to the recent pain of her piercing, she went wild.

  

   

  He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

   

  He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.

   

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