Sue Is Convinced To Get Real Piercings

The heat and steam filled the sauna. Sue Storm felt herself relax—well, all except for two parts of her. The fake piercings clipped to her nipples were almost frustratingly tight. Sue Storm's cheeks burned as her nipples grew stiff, jutting out from her breasts. Dr. Stone, sitting next to her, admired her patient's highlights.

Yet she had a job to do.

With a careless gesture, Karla put aside the small towel that covered her crotch. Sue Storm glanced down automatically, not noticing the glow from the psychiatrist's eyes. Instead, she looked at the small golden clitoral piercing above the other woman's hood, emphasized as Dr. Stone ran her fingers down along either side of her mons.

"There's something they don't normally tell you about piercings," Karla said. "Not downsides, exactly. But how sensitive you become. My clit has become ever so temperamental since I got my hood pierced. Sometimes riding the bus or a subway, I've had a little climax, just from the vibration."

Sue absorbed this information passively. The gravimetric wave that had hit her brain made her as credulous as if she had drained half a bottle of champagne by herself. And had lowered her inhibitions to the point where she gawked openly at the other woman's pussy. Fascinated by the alteration to her flesh.

"Some people get addicted," Dr. Stone said, her voice pitched low and sultry as her middle finger rubbed her clit, which began to swell. "The piercing itself hurts, but then the body releases endorphins that give you a natural high. The site of the piercing is sore for a few days as it heals, but it's so sensitive...so...pleasurable...aren't your nipples sensitive?"

Sue blinked slowly. She reached up with her fingers to touch her swollen nips. The little golden clips almost cut painfully into the swollen, sensitive dark teats now. Yet Sue's cheeks burned.

"Yes," she said. "They are very sensitive."

"Just think how they would feel if they were real," Karla said, unable to keep a breathy eagerness out of her voice. "If you couldn't take them out. Your nipples so stiff that people could see them. So sensitive that you might cum just from wearing a shirt! Imagine how exciting that would be..."

"Yes," Sue repeated. "Exciting."

"Or you could get your hood pierced..." Karla said, and her swollen little berry throbbed now. "Though that's pretty strong stuff. You'd have to be very brave to get a pussy for your first piercing."

"Brave," Sue said, utterly absorbed as she touched her own tits. The buzz in Dr. Stone's head built into a pulsing crescendo.

"Maybe you could start small. A few more ear piercings? Those are trendy. I think you would look quiet attractive..."

"Yes," Sue agreed. "Attractive..."

With a sigh, Karla let go of her pussy. Her eyes lost track of their glow. As the psychiatrist bent over to retrieve her towel, Sue shook herself, and her hands instinctively covered her breasts, the swollen nips hard against her fingers.

"I think that's enough heat for right now," Dr. Stone said as she stood. "Don't want to overdo it!"

Sue nodded, already feeling a little light-headed, body slick with sweat. As she left the sauna, she glanced again at the mirror, and let her hands drop.

The fake piercings really did look fetching. Sue wondered what the real thing would look and feel like.