This thread with the Emanuelle II connection brings back some special memories from soon after that movie appeared in the late 1970's. After many years of living in different states my female and slightly older cousin and I found ourselves both working and living less than an hour apart. At our first reunion lunch we talked about getting together with her husband to see Emanuelle II, which none of us had seen, although we had seen version I. In catching up on personal and common interests, which went back to childhood playing doctor and college-age skinny dipping, I revealed my experiences with self play-piercing. She asked enough questions that I was emboldened to ask about her experiences, which she said were limited to piercing her teenage breasts about a half-inch deep with a sterilized sewing needle. She said that the thought of accupuncture was a turn-on, as were immunizations if they didn't hurt too much. We quickly agreed that at the next opportunity we would meet for pizza with her husband, watch Emanuelle II, and then go to their house where I would do some play piercing on her with my modest collection of syringes. She was sure that her much-older husband would be interested in the movie and would be curious about the needles, even though he hadn't mentioned an interest in them himself. Let me emphasize that we didn't know then that Emanuelle II had the accupuncture scene.
Dinner was enjoyable but seemed to take too long, at least to me. We proceeded to the large, classic single-screen theater nearby, along with a lot of other folks, especially couples. I don't recall too many parts of the movie now, but the accupuncture scene is another matter. When Emanuelle started to receive the accupuncture needles, we didn't know where the next one would go. My cousin and I pinched each other simultaneously and from then on the movie seemed to take too long.
At her house my cousin dressed in a see-through night gown and led us to the bedroom, with me carrying the alcohol, cotton swabs, and box of syringes. I had cut some of the diabetes syringes bodies to half length so that they would be more like accupuncture needles. (We had no saline and were still rookies in these pre-internet days.) The syringes had the 28 or 29-gauge needles which were common at that time. After applying the alcohol, whose scent helped set the scene, I planted two needles each in the sides of her pointed B-cup breasts. I then slowly pushed a needle through her right nipple from the side, which brought her close to her pain limit, but she didn't cry out or ask me to stop. For a finale "up top" I slowly pushed a fresh needle into the side of her left nipple. However, because the needle was so short and fine, it curved enough not to emerge from the other side. This one clearly hurt more than any of the others. We kept the needles in place for about a half-minute so that both of us could catch our breath and savor the moment. After the needles were out, She said that the first five were a real turn-on, but that the last one hurt too much and overcame the others. Of course, we should have used larger gauge and longer needles for at least her nipples, as we later learned.
I wanted to move to her pussy, which she seemed slightly surprised to hear was on my agenda for needles. (She later told me that she had some cords and whips and was looking for me to use them "down there".) Still, she gamely opened her gown and spread her legs about halfway while lying on the edge of the bed. I applied the alcohol and slowly inserted a 25-gauge 1-1/2 long needle longitudinally through her rather small outer labium. Again, she took the pain like a trooper. After about 15 seconds I withdrew it and daubed a couple of blood specks. I told her that I wanted to put one more through her delicate inner lip and she slowly nodded approval. This piercing was with another insulin needle, which I left in long enough for her to get the endorphin rush but not much more. Her husband was amazed by all of this.
That was a magical evening, one that was to be repeated in an expanded and more erotic form a few months later. It was the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy that neither of us had articulated to the other. Yes, this is a true story.