Chapter 17.5
She showed no sign of noticing my irregular voice “Of course, we’d only start with a simple stud or hoop to begin with” she reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear “Honestly this is such a treat, so rare for someone to come in at your age without a piercing or a tattoo, you sure I can’t tempt you even for a little one? I do some incredible butterflies, here look at this” her voice light and friendly, she grabbed a sketch pad from the desk to the side and flicked through the pages.
Passing it to me I looked down, she was right, the pencil illustration was amazing, the detail and perspective were spot on, and the flower it was sat on was equally stunning. “Of course I’d do it in full colour, I can work in anything you’d like, I did a blue pink butterfly with white highlights once that just jumped off the skin and hers wasn’t as clear as yours”. For a moment I could imagine what that might look like on me, but again I was trying to take baby steps and a tattoo was not a baby step.
Finding a little courage “Your drawings are so good, if I was going to get a tattoo I’d be back for sure, I’m not sure about butterflies, they’re kinda cool but I think I’ll stick to piercings today”. Her face was hard to read, but her eyebrows raised a little mid-way through me talking and I wasn’t sure why.
Easing off slightly she said “OK, no problem, sorry if I’m pushing a bit, just relax and be yourself… so what would you like in your ears, I think a stud I each one and maybe a hoop on your left, I would say to leave any facial piercings for now, if you’re having any other treatments at Kellys it could interfere and they have to stay in for a while without being removed” she said with a smile.
“Now I would also recommend getting them in other places, but I’m not sure if that is your bag, all I can say is while it can be more painful in sensitive areas, they then make things more sensitive which is a lot of fun” she laughed heartily and I caught exactly what she meant, face flushing crimson as I realised.
“Sorry, I’m teasing, you’re too nice a girl to do that yet” she added with a wink, my face not returning to regular colour as if only she knew what I did behind closed doors and in front of cameras. “Tongue piercings though” she smiled deeply and stuck hers out to show me, “I do love it, makes a great fidget toy but it’s also not entirely for me” glancing out the door with an even bigger grin.
I couldn’t help but laugh, this woman was so charming and comfortable in herself, she stood and walked to a chest of draws pulling out a few boxes. Opening one and showing me some stud examples and some plain hoops “So all our first time studs are totally nickel free so you won’t have a reaction, I’d recommend the gold but they do cost more, and for first ones we have plain, pearl and diamond, the hoops are all plain though but you can choose the colour, silver should also be fine”.
At this point I would have probably just played it safe and gone with plain studs, but in the back of my mind I could only imagine myself with something sparkly. “I think I’ll go with gold diamond studs and a gold hoop” finally finding my voice in a way that felt comfortable, I could feel my whole body relax slightly. “Great choice, I get the equipment ready and be back in a second”.
She left the room and returned shortly afterwards, hands wrapped in black gloves, face mask on, carrying a clear glass tray with some implements inside. “So these look scarier than they are, we don’t use piercing guns here so it’s the old fashioned needle, but it does a much better job in the right hands” she said reassuringly.
Wiped down with disinfectant, she checked in the mirror that she was doing them where I wanted, and a little jab with a hint of pain and they went in, one after the other. She was so incredibly proficient I hardly had time to think about how much It hurt. For a moment my ears looked like they’d been attacked by a porcupine, with these great big spikes sticking out, but a moment later and they’d been swapped for studs and a hoop and I was all done.
“Wow that was quick!” I exclaimed, there was a dull ache and a bit of a throb from my ears but it was more than manageable, “I could do this with my eyes closed and in my sleep” she scoffed “Not that I don’t believe you, but I’m glad you kept your eyes open and stayed awake” I countered, finding some confidence again. She laughed lightly back at me.
She then explained all the aftercare I’d need to do, the washing and cleaning, she gave me an instruction leaflet with details as well as insisting that if anything looked too red and irritated to come back immediately, even with the best of care infections can still happen, so I would be careful.
Back at the reception counter the husband started to process the bill, she was stood next to him and it amused me how much taller she was, ok it was mainly heels, but they had such a nice dynamic and we’re clearly very into each other, it was super sweet. Under the glass of the counter there were some other jewellery, as well as loads of different studs and spikes.
The rings caught my eye. I didn’t have much in the way of jewellery, never thinking to buy any, but some of it was very pretty. In it I spotted one that looked like the illustration she showed me “Ah that one’s nice, is that the same as your drawing?” I asked, “Yes, you can do some pretty cool things with modern tech, I had a friend turn it into a ring on a machine they have, I then added the colour with enamel paints”.
She didn’t wait for a reply from me, reaching under the glass from the back to pull it out and offer it to my finger. It slid on as if it was made for me, it was dainty but still bold “Now I said a butterfly would suit you, and that fits like Cinderella’s slipper, so I think its fate”. I held it up to the light, the pink and blue shimmered almost iridescently and it looked so good on my hand.
“Sold!” I almost shouted back “it’s so pretty” I gushed moving it in the light. I couldn’t contain how much it lifted me, and how beautiful it made my hand, with my nails touched up, it acted to draw the attention away from the wound in my mind at least. Maybe I did like butterflies after all, leaving the old me in the past and spreading my wings for something new.
Toni was clearly very happy with herself “I’m so glad you like it” with a knowing smile “I’ll give you a discount with the piercings, but on the proviso that you come back if you ever want more, or a tattoo” her voice returning to something a little more stern, her husband added “she’d be like Michelangelo with a block of perfect marble, you wouldn’t be disappointed” turning his arms over to show me two tattoos on each wrist, a dove on one and a crow on the other, with what I presumed were wedding dates, they were incredible, the details and colour.
She turned her wrists over too and they were matching “she did her own, even with the wrong hand, but you can’t tell” he said with a lot of pride in his voice. I thanked them both and paid, not really looking at the total, it had ended up being such an affirming experience, as I put my card back in my purse I tucked my hair behind my ear, a mirror behind the counter reflecting my new piercings and the ring, catching the light perfectly, twinkling as they did and I felt my heart soar.
Stepping back onto the street there was an undeniable bounce to my steps. On the walk back home I fired off photos to Ellie, and we chatted back and forth about the day. When I got home we switched to a video call and talked even more, naturally ended up on what could possibly be in Biggies package, I think she was even more excited than me, but we couldn’t work out what could be better than his last gift. It was just annoying that I was going to have to wait so long before it would arrive.
As she hung up my mind was now filled with thoughts of playtime, of broadcasting and finally getting off. I had a few hours to kill before I’d planned to do my next show so was trying my best to keep my mind off it, but that background hum carried on interrupting any activity I tried to keep myself occupied.
After a while I finally got into a tv show, only for my phone to ping with a message from Marc. If I was honest, I was trying to not engage with him until at least after my show, with my current predisposition I didn’t trust myself to not get into trouble. Which of course I was entirely correct to do.
After very little back and forth I just couldn’t hold back teasing him, turning nearly every innocent message he sent into something more suggestive, he’d ask how my voice was and id reply ‘I’m probably in need of some good medicine, but I’ve heard fresh syrup is the best’ I immediately cringed at how crude I’d been, but my body was on fire and it was taking every fibre of my being to not strip off, call him and go to town with my toys.
I was pinching my overly sensitive nipples, rubbing my crotch which was already getting a wet spot between texts, the thought of being with him again was really doing a number on me. We’d already loosely agreed to meet in a few days, but now I’d gone and set a time and a place. The café near the park, more than hinting that we could then go for a walk in the woods after.
Thankfully he had to go to his next client, and I was relieved that I wouldn’t be getting myself into more trouble, I was a hot mess as it was. And also now absolutely fired up for the show. I was supposed to be doing casual ones this week while I recovered, but that went out the window as I rummaged for my most slutty outfits.
I went with a very strappy black getup, small corset, fancy lace stockings, ridiculous platform heels a choker and some pretty heavy makeup. I also put on the nipple pumps which I hadn’t used in ages, and feeling them suck and tug my sensitive skin felt sublime. I thought about a cage, but today I wanted everyone to see how aroused I was, I had the need to show off again.
Taking my reflection in the full length mirror I couldn’t supress my joy, I looked like something I used to fantasise over, a girl in an outfit like this would have had me cumming in seconds. And now I was that girl, my cock throbbing to full attention as I posed side to side, a bead of precum already forming.
I was early for the show, but I didn’t care, I’d try my best to pace myself but I already knew that was a promise I couldn’t keep. I pulled on a very short black pleated leather skirt in an attempt to show some restraint, but I wasn’t going to go soft any time soon.
As the chat gradually came to life there were lots of comments about my more dramatic look, I was of course feeling much better and they guessed as much. My new ear piercings and ring got approval and it made me so happy. I set no targets to begin with, just chatted. The occasional twirl, or skirt flip, I pulled off the suction cups a few times and revelled at how swollen my nipples became, always reapplying the suckers afterwards.
The underside of the leather skirt was soaked and always got a big reaction from the chat when I flipped it up to show them. By the time the actual scheduled show was due to start I had a great audience and it was time to start setting some targets. They picked the toys, and the method, there was a token target and also a time limit for the first orgasm, even if they contributed enough tips I was going to have to wait for the timer to elapse, and if the timer was up id have to wait for the tokens to catch up.
It was kind of cruel, but also wickedly fun, I knew being made to wait was always going to bring greater pleasure and I was all for it. for the first time since I became ill I was challenged to suck on a toy, and naturally in the state I was in, I immediately tried to shove it in as far as possible.
My throat was still tender but there was little resistance as I pushed it in, putting on a show for my fans I was drooling over it in no time. I was reminded of my visit to the piercing shop and Toni’s comment about tongue piercing, in my mind I was back in the woods sucking on Marc, trying to imagine what a steel ball on a bar through my tongue would feel like for me, and I shuddered a little putting myself on the receiving end, almost pushing myself over the edge when I thought what Marc would think of it.
I was only 20 minutes into the show and already on the brink of orgasm, with only my mouth seeing any action, I really needed to cool down a bit. Pushing the toy down to its silicone balls and removing it with a pop, I talked about what I was thinking, which was naturally met with a lot of enthusiasm. They also added they knew I was dangerously close, and I realised I probably had a tell when I was going to cum. I recalled all those shows of Ellies I’d watched and knew her cues when she was about to blow, it was so odd to be on the other side of the screen so directly.