Nipples and clit

At A Glance Author BW Contact BW@bme.anon Artist hubby Studio home Location West

My wife, Jo, and I had experimented in many ways over 20 years. She had seen many pictures of pierced women, and a couple of her friends told her they liked it and it had really enhanced their sex lives. Of course I encouraged her. Jo wasn't bashful about sex, she loved to masturbate as well as everything else we did as a couple. A couple days after her 40th birthday, she mentioned she was seriously considering being pierced. She thought she might first like to do one nipple, then the other if the first one went well, and then maybe, just maybe, her clit. We had a couple magazines that showed various piercing needles and jewelry. It took a couple more days for her to make up her mind what she wanted, and finally she chose. Two weeks later the needles and jewelry showed up.

For several years we had played B & D games, I'd tie her, spank her, and get her turned on good. Sometimes I'd tie her on a chair, with dildo and plug in place, and torment her by not letting her get herself off for many long minutes, even hours. She had gotten good at getting herself off like that, even when she was tied tight, just shifting around on the chair. She liked the smooth feel of being shaved and virtually every Saturday morning, she took care of shaving her pussy in the tub. Friday night she had decided to get the piercing done early in the day, so after her shave, and after she had her coffee, she spent some time masturbating, keeping herself really hot but not allowing herself to cum. She concluded after we talked about how to do the piercing, that she needed to be tied tight so she couldn't accidentally move around and spoil the piercing.

About mid-morning, she went into the bedroom and came out to the living room with the needles, jewelry, alcohol, cotton balls, her wrist and ankle restraints and some soft rope. She laid the stuff down on an end table, brought over a high backed, straight chair, reached down and put on her wrist and ankle restraints, then sat in the chair. I tied her hands well over her head, bringing her full, soft boobs up for easy access. Then I tied her legs well apart, and put one additional rope around her waist and around the chair back to help hold her still. She is one of those lucky women who have nipples with a perpetually hard tips. Even when not excited at all, the tips stuck out about half an inch and were twice as thick as a pencil eraser. When she was excited, as she was now, they stuck out even further and thicker.

I asked her if she was ready, and she said she was. I pulled another chair up right between her legs and against the chair she sat on. I picked up a cotton ball, wet it with alcohol, and rubbed it all over her left nipple. She shivered and gasped, "Oh, that's cold." Now her nipple was even harder than before. I picked up the piercing needle, wiped it with alcohol, then brought it up to the outside of her nipple toward the base of the hard tip. I just barely touched it to the surface of her nipple, she gave a soft "Oh", then I asked her if she was ready. She looked down at the needle touching the outside of her nipple and whispered, "Yes". The previous evening as we planned her piercing, I had asked her if she wanted me to just jam the needle thru her nipple and she had very firmly told me "No, don't hesitate once you start, but please don't ram it thru me."

I reached up to squeeze her boob firmly, carefully angling the needle so it would penetrate straight through, and firmly began to push the needle. She gasped and jerked just a little, her eyes drawn to the needle, the point was dimpling her nipple. "Oh", she gasped, I pushed harder, and the sharp point bit into her, penetrating through the tough flesh. She jerked and cried out, I kept the needle moving, feeling it bit through the layers of flesh in her nipple. She was biting her lower lip, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks, a constant "Oh, Oh" of pain coming from her lips. Then the inside of her nipple began pouch out, the point almost out of her flesh, and finally it broke through, bringing a cry of mixed pain and relief.

I let her breathing return to normal, then asked her if she was ready for the ring. She nodded, I rinsed off the gold ring with alcohol, fit the end of the incomplete ring into the needle, and quickly, but carefully pushed the needle on through until the told showed outside her nipple. Her cry of pain intensified as I slipped the needle away, pushed on the ends of the ring and locked them closed. I reached out, hugged her and kissed her, then carefully wiped away the traces of blood around the ring. In just a few minutes she was ready for the second ring. Now that she knew what it was like, it was easier for her to take, and in a few minutes she had matching nipple rings.

In a few moments, I untied her. For the next couple hours, she moved around the house, we kissed, I played with her pussy, she looked her new jewelry over in the mirror countless time, lightly touching her newly pierced flesh. Then just after noon, she told me she wanted to complete her piercing. For this one we changed positions for her. She laid back in the recliner, a thick towel under her. I locked the recliner in its full back position, she spread her legs wide, put her feet out over the arms of the chair so she was spread wide open. I tied her wrists above her head with the rope around the back of the chair and to the back legs. Then I looped a rope under the chair and fasted an end to each ankle restraint. Finally I looped a rope around her waist, and under the seat behind the chair. Now she couldn't move.

As with her nipples, she is an even luckier woman "down below". Her clit hood is almost non-existent, the tip of her clit always visible even when she is not excited. With her legs spread, her clit is about the size of the end of her little finger unexcited, and sensitive. When she is hot, it swells, gets pretty red, and is larger then the end of her index finger. In that state she says its "very sensitive". I rubbed my fingers lightly over it and in seconds she moaned, "Careful, I'll cum." I reached over to pick up a fresh cotton ball, soaked it in alcohol, then rubbed it across her hard clit. She gasped and shivered. I laid the cotton ball down and picked up the needle. She wanted the ring deep enough in her clit so it wouldn't tear out, and toward the upper part of her clit, so the ring would hang down just to the base of her clit or a little lower. I brought the sharp point of the needle down to the side of her clit, put my hand on her pussy, my fingers framing her clit, but out of the way of the needle.

She looked at the needle, looked at me, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. I pushed the needle, fast, but not brutally, driving it completely through her clit in one shove. Her breath caught in her throat, her body arched a little, and she screamed. Tears quickly formed and ran down her cheeks, she screamed once more, and began to sob. I let her rest a minute and then asked if she wanted the ring in now. She nodded again, and cried harder as I slipped the ring into the back of the needle, pushed it through and locked the ring in place. Her clit bled a little more than her nipples, but not much. It was several minutes before she was able to get up out of the chair, with my help and very, very carefully. She spent most of the rest of the day in bed, taking pain killers, and resting. The next day, she moved carefully at first, but then more freely, but still not dressing.

It was a few days before her nipples quit hurting, she heals fast and within a week and a half, she was OK. Her clit healed a little more slowly, but within a couple weeks she was able to masturbate without much pain. Now she loves her rings, she says, and the evidence shows, she's even hotter than ever before, she cums quicker, more easily and more often. Sex is even greater than before.