Last week my lady and I went to a party at a local dungeon. We were pleasantly surprised to run into a close friend and her husband. She and I have been great friends for years and shared all manner of tales of bondage and floggings so it was no surprise to find them there. As we walked in the door, she came running up to me, squealed, and exclaimed "I'm going to get pierced tonight! Want to watch?" We had been talking just the week before about corset and nipple piercings so who was I to refuse? An hour later I was helping her off the table with several needles placed in two neat rows down her back, laced with pretty red ribbons. As I stood there, admiring the work and watching her glow, her husband turned to me and asked "would you like to be next?"
I'm not afraid of needles, having received allergy shots weekly for over ten years, but I've never had any piercing before - ears, nipples, or anywhere else - or any desire to, but it caught my attention. I loved the way the rows of needles accentuated her curvaceous body and the brightly colored ribbons literally tied it all together. I knew her husband was a medic (when we first met, I was dating his partner), but still, getting a shot was one or two small holes and is done in a few seconds. This would be twenty or more holes down my back, left in for up to twenty minutes or more. I thought "why not?" and pulled off my shirt.
As I climbed onto the table and made myself comfortable the husband asked if I would like my lady to help. I didn't know how she could help - pass him alcohol pads, hold my hand, give me (im)moral support - but we've helped each other through everything for the last 6 years... of course I wanted her there!
He started by spraying my back with alcohol from a mister bottle. Talk about cold!!! A few wipes later I loosened my grip on the table and settled back in, shivering from both the chill and anticipation. He eyed my back for a moment and drew two quick lines down my back with a surgical marker, going from the upper part of my shoulder blades to just below my bottom ribs. I watched him reach into his travel box and pull out a handful of needles, each 1 1/2" long and a small vial of surgilube. My mind was racing. Allergy shots use smaller gauge, and much shorter, needles. Was I still up for this?
He placed his warm, firm hand on my shoulder, gently pressed me onto the table and asked "are you ready?" As I inhaled and give him a nod, he pinched my skin slightly and I felt the first prick. Every sense in my body suddenly focused on this spot. I felt the warmth of his hand, the coolness of the needle, the slight sting as my skin was punctured, and the gentle tug as he slid the needle deeper beneath my skin. As quickly as the first poke happened, the endorphins came rushing in. My shoulder suddenly felt twice as thick, warm, and strangely relaxed. He gently angled the needle back upwards and pressed on. In only a moment I felt the slight pop as the end of the needle pushed back out of my skin. I exhaled, sinking deep into the table's support. The first needle was in and I was floating. I felt a slight burning tingle at each end of the needle and a gentle pressure over its length. As I took another breath, I realized that this was only the first, with several more to come.
He quickly and deftly placed two more needles, carefully explaining what he was doing to my lady. I couldn't see or hear her, but I knew she was there, watching my every move, noticing my every breath. I noticed a brief pause as he leaned toward my face and asked me "would you like her to help place some needles?" I was shocked. He and his wife are very selective about who they scene with, this was the first time we had done anything together in a more public dungeon, and this was my first piercing. He must have been extremely confident in her skills to share such an active part in the scene with her. I would love to do this more, more than we could get together to do. I also wanted to share this wonderful excitement with her. Yes, I wanted her to experience it! I told him yes and I felt her hand hold my other shoulder firmly, confidently, then the now-familiar prick as she slid her first needle into place. I could practically hear her smile as she remarked "it's just like pinning a pattern!" We both chuckled and realized she was hooked. We would definitely be adding to our play kits soon.
My lady placed the next two needles, bringing both sides into balance, and they continued working down my back, one after the other, until I had ten needles in place, five on each side. I heard my friend giggle as she says "I know just what colors he would like" and zipped off a few feet of ribbon to accentuate the two neat rows or shining steel implements punctuating the curves of my posterior.
As they laid the ribbons across my back I realized I didn't feel the first few needles any more, only a glowing, gentle warmth. Only the last couple of needles had any sting remaining, and that was quickly fading. A slight tug on the first two needles reminded me they were still there, as the ribbon was tucked under them, coaxed into place, then folded back toward the opposite side of my body. My mind soared to the image of my friend's back, still laced, and I wondered how I would look with my own fashion corset formed of my living flesh. After a few more light tugs and a brief pause to bask in the moment, I needed to wonder no more. My lady had taken a quick picture of my back and was sharing it with me. It looked great. As I climbed off the table and gingerly stood up, I wasn't sure what I was most excited about - how good I felt, the fact that I had my first piercing, that it looked fantastic, or that my lady wanted to do more with me.
I got to enjoy my corset and the admiration of the other dungeon dwellers for about thirty minutes before my movement dislodged a couple of the needles and we had to remove them. I was reminded again of each little prick as the needles were removed one by one and the puncture holes cleaned with more alcohol. Although the needles were gone, the endorphins and excitement remained to carry us into even more excitement until the wee hours of the morning.
Needless to say, there will be more piercing in my future. For those who have been pierced, or done the piercing, what was it like? What do you remember of your first? How did you feel? Inquisitive minds want to know.