Chapter 6: No Permanent Marks
I looked up at the store that we were in front of and the sign said 'Downtown Tattoos'.
"No permanent marks!" I exclaimed.
"There have been amazing strides forward in tattoo removal," Jeff said with a smile. "I hear that it's effective, though very painful."
I gaped at him, but he just said, "Trust me."
He took my hand and pulled me in. "We have an appointment with Mike," Jeff said to the man sitting inside.
"I'm Mike," the man said, standing up and shaking Jeff's hand. "Come to the back."
We went into a room in the back and with another table for me to lie on.
"There can occasionally be blood with this procedure, right?" Jeff asked.
"Sometimes, but only very little," Mike replied.
"Well, I wouldn't want Rachel to ruin her dress," Jeff said. He turned to me and said, "Take the dress off."
The waxing was one thing, that was a woman and she was used to seeing women like that. This was different! It was a man, a stranger! Only the second man who would see me naked since puberty! I was mortified! On the other hand, this was what I had asked for, and I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed for the man to see me naked, or to see that I was wet.
I opened the remaining buttons, slowly exposing my cleavage to the man, and then dropped the dress. Mike whistled appreciatively and Jeff took another long look.
"Hop up," Mike said.
I got up on the table and Mike moved to the side to get some equipment. Jeff moved to the bottom of the table and swung out the stirrups that were there. As he placed my feet into them, I couldn't help but wonder where I was to be tattooed. Mike rolled a stool up near my chest as Jeff swung the stirrups out wide. In addition to placing my feet in them, he had attached some sort of strap so that I could not remove my feet. He then moved up and took my hand.
I squeezed his hand hard as Mike fondled my breast, then using a pencil put a little mark on the nipple. He did the same on my other, and then turned toward his tray. Jeff reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of something. He held it up in front of me and said, "What use is pleasure and pain without surprise?" He brought the strip of cloth in front of my eyes and tied it off behind my head.
I heard Mike and Jeff moving around, but I had no idea what they were doing. With my eyes closed, I could clearly visualize the room. I could picture Mike on one side of the table, Jeff on the other. A naked, vulnerable woman stretched out between them, legs widespread and bound, sopping pussy exposed for all to see.
Suddenly I felt a feathery touch running from the bottom of my slit to the top and I arched my back and screamed. It lasted only a second, but I felt the aftereffects for a long time as I dropped back onto the table panting.
I felt Jeff lean over my ear and whisper, "This is the first time that I've gotten to taste you, and you are delicious."
I shuddered at the thought, and moaned quietly. Jeff began lightly stroking up and down my leg and hip with the fingers of one hand while I continued squeezing his other, so I knew that it was Mike's hand playing with my nipple. Jeff leaned over again and whispered, "Does pain really turn you on?"
I nodded.
"Then this is going to be fun to watch," he said, and I heard a pop and felt a sharp pain through my nipple, sharper than anything I'd felt with the nipple clamps. At the same time, I felt Jeff's finger move to my clit, and between the two sensations I screamed as I came for Jeff again.
Mike continued to play with my nipple through my orgasm, and when I came down I heard Jeff say, "Nice." I realized that I had just been pierced. I was relieved that it wasn't a tattoo, excited by the pain, and relaxed by the glow of my orgasm.
Jeff and Mike switched sides, but the second piercing wasn't as good. The pain was exquisite, but Jeff had been right about the surprise; without it, the short pain wasn't enough to take me over the edge.
When it was over, Jeff kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm proud of you, Raich."
I could taste my pussy juice on his lips, proof that he had indeed tasted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my tongue as far down his throat as I could. "You make me so happy!" I told him.
He extracted himself from my arms around him and removed the blindfold. He helped me sit up, and I looked down to see that Mike was standing between my spread legs, holding up a mirror. I examined myself and I saw the rings that he had inserted into my nipples. They were not huge, but I knew that they would be visible beneath some of the tight tee-shirts that I wore.
Mike began explaining how to take care of them, and he said that I should be careful with them for the next few days because they would be painful and sore. I took the rings in my hands and pulled lightly to test his advice, and they did hurt.
Jeff bent over again and whispered, "Imagine how you are going to feel in a few hours as I am pulling on them at the same time as my cock is pounding through your cherry."
I moaned, and I could feel my pussy twitch. Mike smiled and I realized that he could see it twitching and leaking!
"Before we leave," Jeff said to Mike, "could you take a look at her clit and tell me if she has a good one to pierce?"
I looked at Jeff in shock as Mike put down the mirror and spread my pussy lips. He manipulated my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. Jeff reached up and pulled gently on my new piercing as Mike pronounced, "She has a large and sensitive clit; perfect for a piercing."
"Another time," Jeff said, smiling. He undid the straps on one foot, while Mike did the same on the other. They closed the stirrups and Jeff helped me stand up.
I went over to the full length mirror and evaluated myself. I looked the same from the neck up, albeit a little flushed, but from the neck down! My nipples were swollen and pierced, my pussy bald and leaking.
"Please take me home, Jeff," I said urgently. Jeff knew it, and Mike knew it, but most of all I knew it: I needed to be fucked.
"Say thank you to Mike," Jeff said.
I turned to Mike and with a grin, I curtsied and said, "Thank you for my lovely rings, Mike. I hope to see you again soon."
Jeff helped me into my dress, running his hands over my front and causing me to gasp in pain. As we walked out I asked, "Are we going home now?"
"Yes," he assured me, "We are going home."