Fantasy Piercing With Alternate Ending

Although she had wanted her hood pierced by her lover, her mention of it to him was only slight and in passing. However, he, being who he was, held that thought and sought to play with the idea.

It was a Wednesday evening and after some pleasurable lovemaking, he tells her to get dressed while he is picking out what she is to wear for the evening: a black velvet mini skirt, black velvet button down top, and black velvet stockings. His choice of shoes were her highest most uncomfortable shoes which would fit a bit more snugly on her foot because of the velvet stockings thus causing a bit more than the usual discomfort. As if picking out another item of clothing, he turns to her and tells her that she best hurry as she has an appointment with the piercer. Upon hearing the news, a twisted look plays upon her face as she had wanted him to do the deed. At once, she fills with excitement and fear upon thinking of the undertaking. In her mind she thought at least he would be there by her side to protect her and watch over her.

As they wait for a taxi, he tells her not to question anything that is to happen tonight and that she is to do whatever he tells her to do without question. She has always trusted him and has no reason to question his request even though his request seems almost foreign to her. Many questions are running though her head and the compulsion to ask is great, yet she holds her tongue out of great respect for his judgement. Apparently he knows something that she doesn't. Upon getting in the cab, he pulls out a black hood and places it over her head as he silently hands the directions to the cabdriver. Quietly, she sits and tries vainly to listen to her surroundings, however, the streets are relatively quieted by her exaggerated breathing, pounding heartbeat, and racing thoughts. She is lost in her own imagination as to what is going on and is not taking into account which way the cab is heading. After about 15 minutes, the cab pulls to a halt and he helps her out to the street. She hears the cab head out of range before he removes the hood.

The streets are quiet on this night as they walk through what would be considered an industrial neighborhood. The rain soaked streets add shine as the moon's fullness reflects its glow onto the lonely couple. Only the sound of her shoes can be heard in echos from the street and surrounding buildings as he walks the pavement like a cat in stealth while he holds her hand in silence.

As they approach the center of the block, he points to an unlit stairway whose bottom is hidden in the darkness below the ground. Still clinging to his hand she makes her way to the top step when he suddenly releases her hand and orders her to go in alone. A mild protest almost makes it out of her mouth when she suddenly remembers her agreement not to question him. However, he really can't expect her to reveal her private parts to a stranger without him present. He would not do that to her or would he?

Deciding to play it out, she moves carefully down the stairs hanging onto the small and seemingly fragile railing. Although the door was not seen from the street above, her eyes adjust to the darkness and she sees the black steel door in front of her which is void of bell or knob. She can make out that a lock is present although it is just a small silver slot where a skeleton key would be put. Not knowing what to do, she looks up the stairs and does not see him there looking down approvingly at her nor did she hear him walk away. At this point, she is unsure as to what to do. Should she try to gain entry into the parlor or should she go above ground and search him out? Once again, she remembers her agreement and knocks lightly on the door as it is almost immediately opened.

Standing before her in a dimly lit hall is a tall muscular man whose torso and upper limbs are covered in what seems to be an ink shirt. Her eyes have only seconds to drink up the initial view of his presence before he escorts her in to the inner sanctum. Allowing her to go first, he tells her to open the first door on her right and to wait there until she is called upon.

The room is a waiting room of sorts whose walls are adorned with pictures of custom tatt jobs as well as various forms of piercing. Normally she would have been curious to inspect the various forms present in detail, however, the discomfort of her shoes leads her to the sole chair in the room. Although she had been to various parlors for tatts and other piercings, this place was a bit different as she was the only one there and there was no piped in music or anything to distract her from her thoughts and at this point she had many. Although she had only seen the man for but a brief moment before she made her way in front of him in the hall, she saw that his face was stern and that he possessed various piercings himself: brow, lip, nose, ears, and nipples.

Making her way to the chair she was wondering where her lover had gone? Where was she? Who was going to pierce her and how would she feel about it? How was her lover going to know when she was finished? The questions were bouncing his her head while the dampness between her legs spread to complete wetness. As it was tradition for her not to wear panties, she had none on his night either, however, she felt more exposed here than anywhere else. She lowers her bottom to the chair and although the skirt keeps some of her bottom off the cold metal of the folding chair, she experiences a chill that quickly warms against her skin as the temperature rises to her face filling her cheeks with blush at her situation.

Her thoughts kept her from noticing that there is a closed door within the room as it is almost flush with the wall, but she could hear some activity come from within. That is the first thing to break the silence of her loud racing thoughts since she entered this domain. Now she thought upon the direct matter at hand as she would have to open herself up to a stranger exposing herself to him something that had been reserved only for her lover and she was not sure how this would actually play out as the idea was almost fantastic. Granted, a piercing only takes but a minute, however, the idea of displaying herself in such a private way to a stranger scared and excited her at the same time. She was not quite sure how she was going to handle the situation. On one hand she did not want to disappoint or fail to do as her lover requested then again she had so many reservations about keeping her body only for him and just him. He was acutely aware of her feelings of shyness so why would he place her in such a manner as to make her feel so awkward. Just as she was trying to come up with answers to her own questions, she heard a voice from behind the door telling her to "enter."

Slowly and teetering within her shoes, she walked over to the door and pushed it open as it too had no knob. The room was completely mirrored from ceiling to floor and within the center was a black leather chair typical of a piercing chair which faced the back wall, a stainless steel tray of instruments, and a small black leather stool with wheels which looked similar to those found in a doctor's examination room. For someone who did not want to be aware of herself, this room made it almost impossible for her not to see herself. Even looking down she could see up her own skirt which meant he could as well. Still in silence, he pointed to the main chair and coached her to sit. Upon sitting, she felt the coolness of the leather against her skin and the pounding of her heart in her head and throat. The silence was driving her mad, yet she did not have the courage to say a word. As if upon cue, the piercer said: "Your Sir has instructed me as to what he wants done. You are to do as I say and not question me." These words brought her heart into her mouth and she was almost choking on his advice. Nervously, she started to shake and at this point her thoughts were so great she could not think to form a full single thought accurately. ~ Arachne 1/19/07 @ 10:24 p.m.

Gearing up for his task, the piercer almost seems to ignore the fact that she is in the same room with him. He goes about organizing his tray, as she studiously watches him. She makes note that he has not even made eye contact with her since she first saw him. It is almost like he does not see her. Like she does not exist.

While these thoughts play in her mind, his doings play like a background program while her eyes watch him vacantly. Her realization that she is acknowledged comes very quick and much to her surprise as he walks along the side of the chair and touches something that makes the chair reel backward forcing her to stare at herself in the mirror above. She sees herself as what appears to be a display whose arms are stretched out over the arms of the chair looking like one with it except for the fact that her hands are gripping the chair to the point of bearing white knuckles. Her legs almost seem invisible as they dangle over the edge of the chair exposing her tightly closed upper thighs which are highly contrasted against the end of her black velvet stockings and the beginning of her black velvet skirt. Widely and wildly, her eyes stare at what seems like the target zone amply magnified via a compartmentalized section. Had her lover planned it out this way? Did he want her not to have anything else to see or think about? Did he want her specifically aware of a specific area of her body that now seemed to be growing larger by the minute?

Suddenly her thoughts were once again grounded to the event as she felt the piercer's gloved hands pull her down lower on the seat which in turn caused her skirt to rise making visible that which she hoped to conceal. The baldness of her mound was peaking out of the bottom of the skirt exposing her present piercings which now seemed larger than life and made her squirm uncomfortably in her chair. The thought of him knowing how wet she was would soon become very apparent as she could feel her juices leaking backward toward the crevice of her ass. ~ Arachne 1/20/07 @ 3:47 a.m.

Since her lover told her of her piercing appointment and gave his instructions, she had only heard the voice of the piercer twice and that was to tell her to "enter" and to obey the instructions that he would give her as they come from her "Sir." For the most part, she had been left in silence and her own thoughts for much of the night wondering about herself, her actions, reactions, and her feelings about the whole situation that she incited simply by stating what she wanted in passing.

Amazingly, she was still captured by her own thoughts and her reflection in the mirror above to notice that the piercer was now standing above her face and looking down at her. Although her heart felt like it was going to burst within her chest, she was quiet and looked up at him like a frightened animal weak and unknowing. His presence was now in her face and although his face appeared upside down, she was getting a real good look at him for the first time. To her, his expression seemed blank, yet something about his eyes gave a knowing glance that make her visibly shake. The eye contact continued for what seemed like an eternity and as much as she wanted to look away and break the stare, she could not. However, the stare was broken by a blindfold that he quickly applied and fastened tightly. Even though her hands released the chair for a brief moment as if to ward off the blinder, her will succumbed and she placed her hands back down on the arms of the chair and doubled her grip.

Now the power of sight was gone and all that was left were minute sounds and her excited and racing thoughts. At this point her heart was not only beating within her chest, throat, and temples, she could feel the throbbing between her legs as well. She was now soaked and could feel the wetness not only on her bottom, but on her legs as well. Her embarrassment was mounting becoming paramount along with her excitement.

As if not being able to see what she was exposing to him and what he was going to do to her was not enough, she felt a strap being placed around her forehead, however, it was not fastened on her. Rather it was fastened to the chair making her unable to lift her head. Once her head was made stationary, she felt a similar strap being applied to one of her writs and then to the other. Now, the only moveable parts of her were her supported hips and unsupported legs which still dangled over the edge of the chair.

Intense fear and equally intense sexual fantasy were working their magick within her mind playing out all kinds of scenarios as that is all she had left save for what she could hear over the thumping of her heart. Although she was still listening for his movements, the room suddenly became very quiet and sound was replaced with feeling: the feeling of his bare hands that were firmly gripping her legs.

Still tightly holding her thighs together, she could feel the muscles becoming sore from her efforts to keep them closed. Abandon was wanted, but she felt that she could not let go. Who was this man and what was he doing to her? Why did her lover leave her this way? Slowly, his hands slid along her inner thighs gently pushing her legs outward while making their way upward to push what little remained of the skirt out of the way. Now he would see the result of her excitement that she had been hiding between closed thighs and there was nothing she could really do about it. Even if she were to scream out, who would hear her in this area of town? It was not like she was in a populated area nor was she above ground. There was nothing she could do except let happen what was going to happen. She now felt the piercer's legs between hers, however, the velvet stockings kept her from knowing what he felt like. Slowly, his hands made their way upward feeling her body through her clothes until he reached her buttons.

By this time, she could not hold back what she had been suppressing. She could hear her breathing become quick and could feel her hips gyrating as if looking for him. By this time his hands were holding her bare breasts and tweaking her pierced nipples. Maybe it was her reaction to his advances that caused him to stop touching her, but it suddenly stopped as quickly as it had begun. She was still laying there legs spread on a wet seat breasts exposed and as horny as hell. If she could have reached to touch herself at this point, she would have brought herself to orgasm as she was on the verge anyway. One little touch is all she needed.

She heard what sounded like the tray being moved and could hear his activity around her. As to what would happen next, she knew not. However, it would not take long for her to find out. As if she were a rag doll, he simultaneously lifted her legs and placed them over her writs leaving her wide open to do as he wished. If she had to envision what she could not see, her mind's eye showed her that her pussy was swollen, wet, and open to him. Again he was between her legs only this time she could feel his bare skin against hers and the first pierce was about to begin. Before she had much time to think, his cock pierced her pussy and he was inside her, but not all the way. Regardless, she could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his cock as she had her first climax.

His fingers were now readying her hood for piercing and just as the needle went through the skin so did he sink deeper within her and stayed deep within until he had fastened the ring. Once fastened, he starting fucking her as hard as he could. Her orgasms were coming one after the other and her wetness was now causing her bottom to slide around in the chair. His grip on her shoulders were digging deep within her flesh and his sweat was dropping onto her already sweaty bare flesh. She could hear him breathing heavier and feel him pumping faster as the tension was mounting in both their bodies and explosion was happening. She could feel his cock jerk inside her to mark that he had cum, however, her contractions were still trying to milk him dry. In addition, her hips were still gyrating as she so enjoyed the moment of it all.

Beneath the blindfold her eyes were closed and she was lost in an array of sexually deviant thoughts that this night had produced. The biggest question that was at the forefront of her mind was the question of her lover. Where was he and why did he do this? Just as the question had been posed within the framework of her mind, she felt the release of the blind, but did not open her eyes. The piercer was still inside her and she did not want to face him for reasons of her own. Upon hearing the words "thank you for trusting me," she opened her eyes and saw her lover. ~ Arachne 1/20/07 @ 7:10 p.m.

NOTE: It is truly amazing what suggestion can do and how the mind operates in conjuring images from the most simplistic thought. ~ Arachne

Listening to: Bogart! ~ Rock N' Roll Cabaret

Fantasy Piercing ALTERNATE ENDING Part 1

Usually, I can't live without Chapstick moisturizing my lips, but on this day the thought of the glossy wetness of my lips reminded me of the wetness of self. It would seem that I have gone into heat in the worst of ways. Normally, I am very sexual in nature, however, I am paying special attention to a repeating cycle. It would seem that this time of year places me in sexually higher gear. Now that I have established this fact, I would like to know why this occurs.

Lips: A rose opening in time lapse photography glistening with the moistness of a morning's dew. A woman's painted mouth glistening with crimson color of the unnatural kind made predominant by Revlon or Maybelline. The biting of one's own lips in the heat of passion made wet with saliva. Where does the beauty lie?

Thoughts behind the writing:

Imagine if you will the silence of my work environment as I block out the sound of the TV with my mind and focus on my fantasy. My pen moves across the page as images spill forth in my mind causing me to moan quietly as I close my eyes to feel the moment. Can anyone tell what is going on in my mind by the blush on my face or the tone in my voice? Does my pulse show in my neck or temples to give away the speed of my heart? No one can see me squirm in my seat as I write nor hear me vocalize my passion. However, it is being done. The gentle "hum" that I produce adds to my excitement and I can feel the wetness build as I take my journey.

Although this fantasy started sometime last week, pieces are being added to the original scenario that I painted in my mind while enjoying a nice warm shower. Actually, this morning's shower brought something to my attention that I had never noticed before. There is a redness about my body that goes from my head to my feet. The afterglow of the experience is visible in my cheeks, neck, and chest caused by the heat of the moment. However, the water burns going the length of my legs also bears witness to the experience. Each is formed differently, yet the color is the same.
The fuel is burning and the fire of imagination is endless and wonderful.

Fantasy Piercing: ALTERNATE ENDING Part 1:

Beneath the blindfold her eyes were closed and she was lost in an array of sexually deviant thoughts that this night had produced. The biggest question that was at the forefront of her mind was the question of her lover. Where was he and why did he do this? Just as the question had been posed within the framework of her mind, she felt the release of the blind, but did not open her eyes. The piercer was still inside her and she did not want to face him for reasons of her own. Upon hearing the words of her lover coming from behind the chair and feeling his hands upon her face, she looked up and saw him grinning down at her while the piercer was still inside her. His grin was a knowing grin one that could read the guilt all over her face. One that knew she enjoyed what she had been experiencing thus far and even if her words were to deny the fact, her physical aspects would have given her away. Surrender was her only real option and at this point as she was so well into it there was no turning back. With the piercer still inside her, he thrust his cock deep within her a few more times in a mocking fashion before pulling out of her well played pussy.

Her lover glanced at him as if to say job well done while at the same time he seemed to look around the room as though seeking approval for his own efforts. As her head and arms were not yet mobile, she could only see his reflection as it played out in the ceiling above her. Although she wanted to speak, to say something about the events that just occurred, silence fell upon her and she decided to submit to his will: whatever his will might be.

This night was not over as there was much more in store for his little lovely

So many fantasies had been uttered in bed as she visualized wilder possibilities. She had been feeding him her ideas for as long as she could remember, but she never imagined...

A seam had not been seen in the mirrored environment. The seam that suddenly opened and left a spot of blackness in the reflective wall. She could suddenly hear voices coming from the opening and looked up as if to ask her lover why. With a smirk, he glanced down at her while he released her restraints. Although she was in the process of being released, she did not move a muscle to either put her legs nor skirt down. It was as though she was still bound by him. When he had completed his task, he put her legs down off her arms and placed the chair in an upright position.

His silence was killing her, yet she still could not bring herself to say a word. In all reality, what could she say: what could she do. He had taken over her very being and she was now like clay in h is hands to be mold into a from he saw fit.

He walked over to the piercing tray and took a thick leather collar and placed it around her neck fastening it securely. Then he reached over and grabbed the leash which he would use to lead her into the darkness within the wall. During the course of their relationship, she had disclosed many fantasies to her lover yet, at the same token, she had expressed her fear of acting them out. It was like he was taking the responsibility of the action(s) upon himself leaving her without the guilt of actively participating. Her body was there, but her will was gone as she belonged to him.

After attaching the leash to the collar, he gave her a nod as if to say "come with me." She lifted herself off of the sex soaked chair with her stockings now half way down her calves and her top wide open, she followed him through the opening in the wall toward the voices. Surrounding the piercing room was antechamber whose walls were painted black and adorned with candle filled sconces that gave the hall a very erotic and gothic feel. The smell of incense and sex played heavily within her nostrils causing her to almost foam at the mouth. Upon entering this domain, she noticed that from this hall the entire piercing room could be seen via the two way mirror that engulfed it. Her heart was racing ahead of her noisy heels as they hit the tiled floor, yet above the sound of her steps she could hear the voices booming in her ears. Upon going a few feet into this realm, another sub-chamber was come upon within this subterranean parlor. As if upon cue, the voices ceased as she entered the mouth of the room.

From what her eyes could drink in, there were four five foot tall candelabra each with their own corner of the room. A blank zone existed where instruments of pain and pleasure hung on the wall. The audience left that area void of presence as if to say "look at what we have," however, the details could not be distinguished due to the camouflaged blend of black on black. The only hint of their existence was the little metal hooks that held them up. Those in attendance stood quietly along the wall and watched as her lover lead her into the center of the room. Gently he gave her leash a tug and pointed downward. Obediently, she got onto her knees and awaited his next command. The hardness of the floor caused great discomfort in her knees, yet she held her ground without complaint. Her lover suggestively pointed to his belt for her to undo it which she gladly did with nervous anticipation. Cautiously, she opened his belt and undid his zipper while she focused her attention on the bulge that waited beneath his clothes. She so wanted to taste him and she could feel the hunger grow within herself. The thought of an audience would have previously frightened her was now adding fuel to her burning desires. Stepping out of his pants, he pulled her head over to his hard cock. Although she longed take the length of his shaft with one mighty swoop, she awaited his advice as she adjusted her stance on the floor to make herself as effective as possible. She had to remember she had an audience now. One that not only saw her, but one that she could see. Several times she sought to bring her hands up to his body for both support and touch, but each time he made her place her arms back down at her sides. This awkward stance caused her great discomfort as she so tried to please him. As her body seemed in an almost unnatural state, all the work her mouth was doing on his cock was made possible by the agility of her body and head rocking. Skillfully, she was able to take the full length of his shaft as he so liked to be within her throat knowing that his cock cuts off her air supply for moments at a time. Her hard work was pleasing him which in turn pleased her.

The wetness that had soaked the piercing chair now ran down her legs and her excitement was growing. She longed to taste his cum in her mouth as she wanted the reward of her services as well his strong hands on her body.

Movement was starting to occur within the room as the faceless individuals started coming closer. While still giving him head she felt something stiff and leather rubbing her inner thigh and gently pushing her to open her legs. Whatever shame she had was left in the mirrored room. A room that allowed her to focus on her most private area: an area that she had only given to her lover. An area that was open for all to see as her lover gave her to the piercer and was now going to give her to others.

While still sucking on his cock, the leather object glided up and down her thighs occasionally stopping and touching upon her wet spot. Two individuals were coming toward her, and as they did, they dropped their robes. The two women stood along side of her lover and looked down upon her as she worked her mouth over his hot thick cock. She witnessed their hands going through the hair on his chest while they ground their naked flesh onto his. The idea of these women touching he lover was driving her wild and not in a bad way either. The view from her level sought even greater fantasies, but the evening was not over. Who could say what would happen. Her reward was about to be delivered to her she could feel his cock stiffen and swell even more than before just prior to his explosive orgasm in the back of her throat. Hungrily, she swallowed it and sought to be filled again. Like the Cheshire Cat, she sat back and grinned at him. ~ Arachne 2/3/07 @ before 9:00 p.m.

If this sucks, please let me know as I am talking out of my ass here. The ideas that bounced and played around in my head like a film were much better than I could write.