Chapter 13: Visit to the Piercing Shop

Mary got new jewellery

The following week, we had no contact with Matthew until Friday, when he sent us a message saying he was waiting for us at the coffee shop where we had met on previous occasions.

When we got there, and after the three of us had exchanged greetings, Mary asked him, “Haven’t you booked a room? Do you have any activities planned, like when we went to the dance?”

Matthew replied, “Yes, I’ve booked a room, but first I had something I wanted to suggest to you, Molly. Have you thought about getting a piercing or a tattoo? What would you think? A lot of people have tattoos nowadays; it’s not just for sailors like it was many years ago.

She replied, “I’ve never really thought about it.”

“I have a friend who specialises in piercing and tattooing, and he’s reputed to be very good. If you like, you can get them done, and I’ll pay for it as a gift.”

“I don’t know. It can be painful. And besides, a tattoo is forever. If I get tired of it, I have to wear it for the rest of my life.”

“Tattoos can be removed. It’s a bit of a slow process, but they are completely erased. As for the pain, as I said, my friend Albert is a very good professional and has been doing tattoos and piercings for many years. I would apply a local anaesthetic so that it doesn’t hurt.”

Mary turned to me and said, “What do you think, Buck?”

I replied, “Whatever you choose is fine with me, and I’ll support it. But I agree with you that a tattoo is too permanent. Even if it can be removed, I would advise against it. As for the piercing, it can be erotic.”

Mary thought about it and, after a while, said, “Well, let’s go see your friend and ask him the details, and then I’ll make up my mind.

Matthew said, “Perfect! Let’s go over there in my car.”

We left the café and headed for his car. The drive to the piercing place took ten minutes. We parked almost opposite and walked there.

As we entered, we saw what I assumed to be Matthew’s friend: a light-skinned man with long black hair, beard and a moustache. He was stocky and had a lot of tattoos on his arms and neck.

Matthew greeted him, “Hi Albert.”

“Hi Matthew.”

“This is Molly and Buck. Molly is the friend I told you about. It looks like she’s finally getting around to getting some piercings. She wants to get some questions answered.”

“Yeah, sure,” Albert replied. Turning to Mary, “Ask anything you want.”

Mary began to ask, “Does it hurt much?”

“No. I’ll give you a local anaesthetic. Then, when the anaesthetic wears off, the area will be sore for a few hours, but if you take a painkiller for 24 hours, that should be enough.”

“Can it get infected?”

“If it’s done well and then cleaned for a few days, there’s no problem. I would give you a disinfectant liquid to apply every day, which disinfects and speeds up the process.”

“And where on the body are women most likely to get piercings?”

“The most common are on the nipples and clitoris. They also pierce the navel, the nose, the lip, and the vaginal lips.”

“And the nipples don’t stop you from breastfeeding? Doesn’t it affect sexual relations?”

“Not at all. To breastfeed, you only have to remove them. The nipples are porous, and milk comes out through multiple channels. As for sex, I have them, and I can tell you that it is very exciting when your partner plays with the rings. Also, having them all day causes a little continuous excitement, as if they were caressing your nipples continuously.”.

“And on the clitoris, doesn’t it hurt when you have sex? Can’t it become numb over time?”

“No. Just like on the nipples, it’s exciting. And you don’t lose sensitivity.”

“Well,” said Mary, “I think I’ll get my nipples and clitoris pierced. If I don’t like it, I can always take them out.”

“Perfect!” said Albert. “Go into the back room to do it.”

We all went into the back room, where there was a recliner. Albert put some kind of paper sheet over it and said to Mary, “Molly, get undressed and lie down. I’ll go get some rings to put on you.”

While Mary undressed, Albert went outside the tent. Matthew followed him.

I took the opportunity to ask Mary, “Are you convinced?”

“Yes. I’ve never thought about it, but it can be exciting. We’re trying new things to enjoy our sexuality more, aren’t we?” and she added with a playful smile, “And from what I hear, I might come home every day really horny and throw myself at you determined to fuck you.”

“Then go ahead.”

Soon, Albert and Matthew returned. Albert put on a table next to the recliner: a spray, a bottle of liquid, some gauze, some tweezers, a needle, and a small box that looked to me like it contained some rings.

Mary was already completely naked and lying on the couch.

Albert put on some gloves, sprayed some of the spray on both nipples, while he explained, “This is a local anaesthetic so that the puncture doesn’t hurt. We have to wait a few minutes for it to take effect.”

When he sprayed it on Mary, she gasped. It seems that the contents of the spray were very cold, or at least caused that sensation.

He then poured the liquid from the bottle onto Mary’s left nipple and spread it with the gauze pads. With the coldness of the spray, Mary’s nipples had become very hard and tight.

Albert explained, “Now the disinfectant. The needle and clamps are already disinfected.”

He then poured the liquid on the right nipple.

After a few minutes of waiting, during which no one knew quite what to say, Albert took the clamps and needle and said, “The anaesthetic should have taken effect by now. Molly, if you don’t look, it will hurt less.”

Mary started to look at me. I grabbed her hand to give her my support.

Albert took hold of her left nipple with the clamps, pulled upwards a little, and, through the hole at the tip of the clamps, slowly pushed the needle through Mary’s nipple. She moaned slightly, but it didn’t seem to hurt too much. I, on the other hand, was having a very hard time, but I wanted to see that Mary was all right.

Finally, the needle appeared at the other end. A tiny trickle of blood spurted from the hole, and Albert quickly wiped it away with the gauze. The disinfecting liquid must have hurt Mary, for she moaned a little again.

Then he took one of the rings, rested it on the needle, and withdrew the needle as the ring went into the nipple hole. When it came out on the other side, he closed the ring. I then looked at the ring; it was about two centimetres long and had at the other end of the opening a sort of small round coin or plate.

After checking that everything was in order, Albert repeated the operation on the other nipple.

Albert checked his work on the right nipple and said, “Well, two of the three rings are on. That leaves the last one, the most delicate.”

He used the spray again to numb the clitoral area, and then wiped the area with gauze and the disinfectant liquid. After waiting a while for the area to become numb, he applied the clamp to the clitoris and pierced it with the needle. The pain made Mary wince, but she held still.

Albert put the last ring on, slipped it through the freshly made hole, and closed the ring.

“Well, that’s it,” he said after disinfecting the area again and taking off his gloves.

Mary then looked down at her body and said, “It hurts a little, but I think it looks erotic, don’t you?”

I replied, “Very much so. Especially your nipple rings. They draw attention to your breasts, which are already beautiful.”

I went over to look at them in detail and noticed that the little plate on each ring had a letter on it, an ‘M’.

I asked Albert, “I didn’t realise it’s not a little ball. On this plate there is a letter M.”

“Yes,” Albert replied. “It was Matthew’s idea. He told me he wanted the rings to have a letter M for...”

“M for Molly, of course,” Matthew interrupted. “It was to highlight who Molly’s fantastic attributes belonged to.”

I asked Albert, “How do you open the rings to remove them? I don’t see a latch.”

Albert replied, “This model doesn’t have a latch. Once it’s on, a kind of small internal harpoon joins the two sides, and you can’t open it again. This prevents it from getting lost. You have to cut it with pliers. although it will cost quite a lot, as it is made of titanium. The advantage is that it does not cause allergies or skin reactions, and you don’t have to remove them.”

“Well,” said Mary, “I’m not going to take them off for now, and when I get tired, I’ll take them off definitively.”

So they were ‘permanent’ rings? I thought about Matthew’s words for a few seconds, and the old mediaeval expression ‘Excusatio non petita, accusatio manifesta’ (‘Unsolicited excuse, manifest accusation’) came to mind. Matthew had interrupted Albert to clarify that M was Molly’s M. Wasn’t Albert going to say the same thing, or was he going to say something else? Matthew’s name also began with M. Wasn’t it that Matthew wanted Mary to wear rings with his initials on them? That when he said: ‘It was to highlight who Molly’s fantastic attributes belonged to.’ he was thinking of him and not Mary? Was he trying to ‘mark’ Mary as his property?

In any case, I thought, even if Matthew had thought that, for us it would be an M for Molly (or Mary). It gave him no claim on Mary.

Thinking about initial coincidences, I thought it was a good thing Mary’s nickname was Molly, which started with M as well. If she had chosen an alias with a different initial and that had been the letter on the rings, it would be a bit ‘odd’ for Mary to wear piercings with an initial that wasn’t hers.

On the other hand, perhaps in that case there would have been no doubt as to the meaning of the letter. If Matthew chose an M, it was clearly for him.

Was I becoming paranoid because of the intimacy between Mary and Matthew? Was Matthew influencing Mary too much? Trying to ‘take possession’ of her? He had convinced her to have anal sex, something she had always found distasteful. And he had convinced her to get piercings, something she had never thought about. But Mary was an intelligent, independent woman. I needn’t have worried. Matthew could try anything he wanted; she wouldn’t be persuaded if she wasn’t sure.

On the other hand, when Mary became Molly, she was more wild and daring and would do things, or let Matthew do things, that Mary wouldn’t do. As she would say, ‘Molly does it, not Mary’ or ‘As long as I’m Molly, no one knows me, I can do whatever I want.’

I tried to forget about everything and focus on Mary, who had started to get dressed.

While Mary finished dressing, Matthew paid Albert for the work and the rings. Albert gave Mary a sheet of paper with instructions on how to care for the piercings and how to prevent them from getting infected, as well as a small bottle of liquid to wash and disinfect the holes.

Then he said, “No liquids other than soap and water or disinfectant should come in contact with the piercings for at least two to three weeks, so no vaginal sex. And no sucking or licking of the nipples or clitoris, as the bacteria in the mouth can cause infection. As for clothing, it should be loose-fitting and non-chafing, preferably cotton.

I don’t think any of us had thought about that. We said goodbye to Albert, left the shop, and headed for the car. Once there, I asked, “What do we do? Are we going home?”

Matthew replied, “Since we’re here, maybe we could go to the motel room. Albert hasn’t said anything about limiting oral or anal sex. Besides, I have to tell you that next week I have to leave for the competition that Thomas, the team captain, has been preparing for. I’ll be out of town for two weeks, and we won’t be able to see each other. If we don’t do something now, we’ll have to wait three weeks. And I think that might be especially hard on Buck.”

When I heard that, I thought, ‘Three weeks without an orgasm. I’ve never gone that long!’ So I said, ‘Why don’t you leave the key to the cock cage with us for that period of time?

Matthew replied, “No. The agreement we made is that I only leave the key with you when I’m present. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to feel the desire and excitement for a long time so that when you cum, it would be much more intense? Then it will be really intense. In any case, you’ll be fine if you don’t cum for that long.”

Then he added, “If you want, we can stop meeting, and I’ll give you back the key. Although I think we’re all having a great time, we’re having good sex. And besides, it would seem bad to me after I just gave Molly the piercings.”

It seemed a bit wrong to me that he was doing this sort of ‘emotional blackmail’ and showing this willingness, which seemed fake to me, as well as bringing up the gift, but I let Mary decide. I asked her, “We do whatever you want, Molly. You’re the one with the piercings, and you can be more sore. And on top of that, you can’t have vaginal sex or touch your clitoris, so you won’t be able to enjoy orgasms today.”

Mary thought for a few moments and said, “Since we’re here, let’s go to the motel. Besides, Buck, I’d hate for you to have to go this long without an orgasm.”

Matthew started the car, and we headed towards the motel.

At one point, we passed a sex shop. I told Matthew to stop the car. I ran out of the car, went into the sex shop, and searched until I found what I was looking for: a remote-controlled vibrating bullet.

I thought that, although Mary couldn’t have vaginal sex and it was possibly not convenient for her to insert something like a vibrator or a dildo, which could rub her irritated clitoris, a vibrating bullet could excite her internally and allow her to have an orgasm.