Pierce My Clit

Maria squealed and went to fetch her needles and supplies.

Left alone for a moment, Lois stared down past her breasts—the nipples really hurt now, and she noticed that they were still hard—and the chain dangling between them to stare at her clit, hiding in its little burrow of skin.

What did I just agree to? The reporter wondered, feeling a weird tingling excitement in her fingers. Sure, it's not like anybody can see it, but if there's one part of a woman's body that's even more sensitive than her nipples, it's her clitoris...and if it gets infected...

Lois took a deep breath, reciting the old mantra: I must not fear, fear is the mind-killer...

People got their ears and other body parts pierced every day and never ended up in the emergency room. The reporter knew that. It was just a matter of hygiene, keeping things clean. Lois could do that. She had done that when she had gotten her ears pierced as a girl. No problem.

Maria returned, gloved up, smiling. Something about that smile set Lois' pulse to pounding again. She was about to trust her clit to the hands of an almost complete stranger. Part of her knew she should be freaking out, but she was a professional reporter. No guts, no glory.

"Spread your legs a little." Maria ordered, careful not to touch Lois' thighs as she knelt between her legs with an **** pad, wiping away at her pussy. The **** stung a little where it touched the inside of the reporter's slit. One of those tingling burns that tended to linger for a little while, making Lois want to wipe it away...but she dare not.

The wipe circled gently around the hard little bean of the reporter's clitoris, Maria gently wiping away at the little pink hood and labia, then reaching a thin fold into the little crannies all around her sensitive nub. Even those bare touches made Lois shiver, not in pleasure or pain but simple excitement as the anticipation grew and grew inside of her, butterflies tumbling in her stomach as she imagined the needle coming out.

"Will it...hurt?" Lois asked. Though what she really meant was: will there be any permanent damage?

"A little. I'm going to thread a needle through your hood—that's the little fold of skin your clit hides in when it isn't erect, like a guy's foreskin—and fit the ring through that. You'll definitely feel it with your clit, especially when you're excited, but it's not going to be as painful as a glans piercing would be." Maria spoke confidently, and that as much as what she said helped to clam the reporter down immensely.

Disposing of the **** swab and breaking out the single-use sterile needle. Lois thought about closing her eyes but...no, that would be cowardly. She needed to see.

With two fingers, Maria gently pinched the fold above Lois' clit. The reporter began her litany again, Must not fear, fear is the... and before she got to "little ****" there was a single, sharp pain. Maria quickly grabbed a tool that looked almost like a pair of scissors, but she used it to grab the needle and hold it in place, drawing it carefully through the wound, widening the channel.

There was more than a drop of blood, but not much. Not as much as Lois expected. Still holding the needle, Maria brought the ring down, the chain falling along Lois' stomach. The reporter watched the ring get cleaned with an **** pad, and then there was a tricky moment as the needle was slipped through and the hinged ring was fed through the bloody channel.

The **** stung worse than the initial pain of the piercing...but in a very short time the ring was clasped shut, and Maria was wiping away the little bit of blood with a cotton swab.

Lois stared down at her new piercing. The ring dangled down over her clitoris, which was now connected to her nipples by that antique chain. The reporter could still feel a soreness in the skin around her clitoris...and the cold metal was a definite new sensation, right around her sensitive bit...but it wasn't an unbearable pain.

"Now, you want to give this a sea salt wash twice a day until it heals, which can take a couple of weeks. And no contact with other people's bodily fluids until then." Maria told her as she gathered up all her tools and supplies.

The reporter blinked. "No sex?"