Pleasure through pain

At A Glance Author Demonica Contact Demonica@bme.anon Artist Self Studio Campfire/Bedroom Location Panama City, FL

My experience begins as most in my life do. I was drunk. I was 14, maybe 15 and drinking with my biker friends. There were probably 10 of us there, mostly men. They were all showing off their various tattoos. I didn't really have anything to show off, aside from a few battle scars and felt left out. Not to mention I was always looked at as a little sister instead of an equal.

Robbie, my idol at the time, was showing off a joker that he had recently had put on his inner thigh, which I've heard is a pretty painful spot to have anything put. It was a big piece that took about five hours to do. Calmly, I looked at him and said, "That's nothing." I got up and walked inside. I found a large safety pin and rejoined the group. Everyone was pretty much back to comparing tattoos and scars. I calmly walked in front of them and took off my shirt. Needless to say, that got their attention. Without a word, I turned up my bottle of 151, pinched my nipple, and shoved the needle through it without so much as a grimace.

Slowly an applause rose from the group. I had been accepted as an equal, finally.

Unfortunately, this sparked a new interest for me. I enjoyed my experience, even the next morning. (I wish I could say that more often.) Without the help of alcohol, my nerves weren't quite as good as they were before. Still, I wanted more. I pierced my ears again. After a couple of weeks, and more of trusty 151, I was asked for an encore. I gladly indulged them. I pierced my other nipple, as well as my belly button.

After that, Robbie tried to have his way with me, which I wanted nothing of, and I removed myself from the group. Without my friends around, I didn't have as strong of an urge to pierce myself as I had before. But I was living with my sister at the time, and she had plenty of visitors. I soon met her boyfriend's brother, Casey. He was perfect for me. Covered with tattoos from head to toe, and more piercings than I could easily name, he was wonderful. We had wonderful sex. But I wanted to bring us to a new level.

One night, he showed up and I was already drunk, as usual. I told him that I wanted to do something for him. He had already seen all of my piercings, and loved them. I asked him to lay back on my bed, crack open a cold brew, and enjoy the show.

Slowly, I undressed myself, and sat down across from him on my couch. I started masturbating which greatly turned him on. He rose up and came after me. I stopped him, and made him sit back down. He didn't want to listen, but he did.

Earlier that week, I had went out to the beach and bought a hypodermic needle and a hoop. I had learned by now that the safety pin wasn't the most effective piercing tool. I felt it was time for an upgrade.

I brought them out now, and placed them on the edge of the couch. My nerves were off the charts. I was trembling! I don't know if it was excitement or fear. Maybe it was a combination of the two. I was unsure if I could make my hands stop trembling enough to shove the needle through, but I had to do this. If I backed out now, I would look like a pussy, and I refuse to look like a pussy. Ever.

I put my fingers around my clit, exposing it fully. By now, Casey was about to blow his load. He was squirming, trying to do anything to get me to let him touch me. I got the needle and, before I could change my mind, shoved it through my clit. The combination of pleasure and pain was more than I could ever have imagined! It was the most intense moment of my life. My head reeled back, the world began to spin, and I actually saw stars.

I don't think that Casey had fully expected me to go through with it. He jumped off the bed and rushed up to me, and followed the hypodermic needle through with the hoop. The pulling of the ring was even more intoxicating. Needless to say, the remainder of the night was the best night of my life.

I really do not suggest doing this. I was very lucky to get the piercing in the right place, and not suffer any infection. I strongly enjoyed all aspects of my experience, but I would really recommend paying a professional to make sure that everything is done right. After that, there wasn't much more that I could do to myself. Now I await a new form of pleasure through pain to bring me to the next level.