Piercing for Painful Pleasure

Today's story was fun to write. I always liked the idea of the way she stops him from talking (you'll see!). I've never done it or seen it done, but it sounds so awesome.

I don't really have much to say, other than that this is, once again, an 'unrequested request'; I wrote it for someone on my friends list who didn't ask for a story. I hope she enjoys it.

I'm finding that I REALLY like doing things this way. It's getting to the point that I'd almost rather people just say "hey, write me a story" and let me see their list of fetishes and interests....

We'll see.

Piercing for Painful Pleasure

The ripping sound of the duct tape as it peeled off the roll was like music. Dani enjoyed the sound a little bit too much, wrapping the tape around his wrists again and again and again. She went up his forearms a little, smirking to herself as she covered the hair on his arm, knowing how much it would hurt when he ripped it off. And he would rip it off; she would let him peel slowly.

She rolled the tape back down his wrists to his hands, curving the tape around his thumbs, then his palms. “Spread your fingers,” she said. She wrapped the first to fingers together, then the second two together, then all four. When she finally stopped, more than half the roll was used up, and he had dull grey mittens that went almost halfway to his elbows. “Comfy?” she asked, stepping around in front of him.

He opened his mouth to answer, and she took a swing, connecting her fist against his cheek bone, just below his eye. It wasn't a hard hit, but his head snapped back and his mouth snapped shut.

Dani laughed. “Trick question,” she said. She shook her head. “I don't care if you're comfortable.”

He shook his head a little to clear his vision, then looked up at her with an almost feral grin.

“What's the plan?” he asked.

She punched him again, this time on the edge of his jaw. Without his arms to brace himself, he fell heavily on his shoulder.

“No talking,” she said. “There is only one word you're allowed to say.”

He flexed his jaw. “Stop?” he asked, a little bit of a laugh in his voice.

Dani kicked him in the chest with the toe of her boot. He coughed as the air suddenly refused to move in or out of his lungs for a few seconds.

“That's not a safe word,” she said. “And you know it.”

He nodded, eyes clenched in pain. When the air started flowing through his lungs again, he opened his eyes. Dani's boot was right there, inches away.

“Kiss them,” she said. He stretched his neck and pressed his lips to the soft leather.

Dani sighed as he kissed. “It's a shame,” she said. “I know that these aren't the right material for licking.” She reached down and ran her hand over the almost suede leather of her boots. They were the brown of deeply rusted metal, the leather distressed and worn looking. He could lick parts of it, maybe, but for the most part, it wouldn't get them any cleaner. It would be humiliating. But there are better ways for that. “I know how badly you want to lick my boots, how much you love doing it.” She sighed and shook her head, like she was trying to figure out a solution.

Then Dani smiled. She lifted her toe, leaning back on the heel of her boot, and pressed the sole against his mouth. “You should get to do some licking,” she said. “So you don't get out of practice.” She pressed her sole a bit harder, grinding his lips against his teeth, just a little bit. “Lick the soles, slut,” she said. “And be sure to press hard, so I can feel your tongue.”

She looked over at the table as he pushed his tongue out and along the treads of her boots. She debated telling him that she'd stepped in something disgusting, like dog shit or vomit or something like that. But that wasn't the kind of play he liked, and it might make him actually use his safeword. Dani didn't want that, not yet. She still had the toys over on the table. This was just the warm up.

So she let him push his tongue along the tiny heel of her boots, sliding it along the little ridge, then across the heel itself. As he licked up towards the toe, it occurred to her how wet the sole would be with his saliva. So she pulled her foot away from his mouth, then pressed it to his face and wiped it off against his skin.

She smiled, then gave him the other boot to repeat the process.

She did a mental count of the needles, the antiseptic, and the rings on the table. She had made it a point to bring more than she thought she'd need. But if he took the piercing too easily, she'd have to ramp it up a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be a question of how many so much as where she put them.

She dried her sole against his chest, then reached her boot down and gently traced around his cock for a few seconds. Long enough for him to moan, long enough for him to start trying to move against her foot. Then she pulled it away and laughed at him.

“I'm just getting started,” she said. “We're a long way from any chance of cumming.” She walked over to the table. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor next to her. “Come here,” she said.

As he struggled up onto his knees and started shuffling towards her, Dani pulled on the black latex gloves, pressing down the gaps between her fingers until the gloves were tight as skin. She looked all around them to make sure she couldn't see any skin through them. No breaks in the gloves. She locked the forceps over a fresh piece of surgical gauze and splashed some of the foul smelling chemical on it. She opened the first package for the piercing needle and took the needle in her free hand. She spun on her heel just as he drew close and showed him her toys.

“Usually, people only get pierced one place at a time,” she said, having no idea if that was true or not. “But I thought we should just get it over with. Don't you?”

He opened his mouth, and she gave a swift but gentle kick between his legs.

His lips clamped tight, and she smiled at him. “The only question is where to pierce,” she said. “I definitely thing we need to do the nipples.” She leaned over and rubbed the chemical around his nipples, leaving his skin stained but sterile. Then she rubbed over his lips. “Definitely these,” she said. “I suppose we'll just see how we're doing after all that, shall we?”

He nodded.

She put the forceps down and picked up her next tool. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” she said. When he did, she gently clamped his tongue and pulled just a little bit. “We'll start here,” she said. “It's good for boys to have pierced tongues.”

She bent down and pressed the needle underneath his tongue. “Don't worry,” she said, turning it as she pushed the needle through his tongue. “I'm going to put a nice ball at the top. That way it won't scratch the leather next time I let you lick my boots.” There was a soft crunch sound as the needle came all the way through his tongue, a crunch she knew was much louder in his head.

She smirked as she screwed the ball into place. There hadn't been a need to hold his tongue the whole time, but she enjoyed the control. So it wasn't until the bar was all the way in that she let go.

He looked up at her with the shine in his eye that might have been the beginning of a tear.

“Can you still talk?” she asked. He nodded.

“Hmm. Well, that's going to change soon,” she said. “So we need something else for you. So here's the deal: You need me to stop, just fall on your side, okay?” He nodded. “Though not while I'm piercing.” She smirked at him. “Wouldn't want to rip anything out.”

He smiled, his eyebrows raised with a hint of fear.

She opened a new needle, gripped him by the jaw, and bent down and looked him in the eyes. “Purse your lips,” she said. And then, without preamble, she laced the needle through his lips. She put five rings through his lower lip, one at each corner, one in the center, and the last two spaced between. When she let go, he was gasping for air.

She ran a piece of gauze along his lip and then showed him the small streak of red. “Look,” she said, her voice full of excitement. “I made you bleed.”

He tried to smile, wincing as his lips started to stretch.

Dani laughed. “Now for the other lip,” she said. “This is going to be fun.”

He closed his eyes when she started again, which was just as well. He winced with each piercing, and whimpered a bit as she clasped the final ring together.

“All done,” she said, going back to the table for the needles to pierce his nipples.

He opened his mouth to say something. Or, rather, he tried. Once his lips started to separate, the interlocking rings pulled against the fresh piercings. His eyes went wide.

Dani chuckled. “All locked up,” she said. “No talking. Better than a gag, don't you think?”

He nodded, though his eyes still showed his fear.

She smiled and grabbed his nipple with a little clamp. He winced. She didn't need to grab his nipple, but it was more fun that way. She pushed the needle through a little bit faster than she probably should have, faster than she would if she was trying not to cause pain.

“Usually,” Dani said as he whimpered, “I'll go nice and slow. Let the needle do most of the work. That way, it isn't all that painful. I didn't think that would be appropriate for you, though.” She locked the barbell into place and watched a drop of blood start to slide down his chest. “God that's hot,” she said. He looked down at it, then up at her and smiled as best he could with his lips chain linked together.

She put a ring through the other nipple, just as quickly and brutally. Soon, another trail of blood started down his chest.

“All done,” she said, wiping the areas she pierced clean and making them sterile. She pulled the gloves off her hands with a snap, put everything in their proper disposal containers, and then stepped back in front of him. “You know, there is one great way to make sure this is all sterile.” She lifted her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. “I wouldn't want you to get an infection, you know.”

She spread her legs and stepped a little bit closer, so he could smell her just inches from his face. “I'll have to make sure at least some of it gets into your mouth, too, so we can make sure the tongue is good and sterile.”

He looked up at her.

“Last chance to back out of this,” she said. “If you don't want me to do it, just fall on your side.” She smirked. “If you do want me to it, open your mouth as much as you can.”

His lips parted. So did hers. She let herself relax as smiled down at him as the piss flowed over his lips, into his mouth, and down his chest. She shivered a little when he moaned.

She stepped behind him when she finished and dried her pussy off on his hair before pulling up her panties.

He was breathing heavily when she came around again. His knees were spread, and his erection was both desperate and demanding.

Dani let out a sigh.

“Okay,” she said. She bent down and reached towards his cock.

A few inches away, she stopped. She laughed. She put a teasing look on her face.

“You didn't really think I was going to let you cum, did you?” she asked.

She stood up, laughing and shaking her head. “I'll go get the scissors to help with the duct tape,” she said, heading towards the kitchen as he groaned in frustration.

The last words she shouted over her shoulder “Oh, and a towel.”