My Next Piercing Lobotomy Novels & Stories

He opened it, revealing a silver ring, a piercing needle and a small bead. "Every good pet gets branded by it's owner," he said. "I'm going to pierce your clit." My blood ran cold. "What?" "You heard me." He knelt in front of me, his voice calm and measured. "I'm going to put a ring through your clit. It will hurt. But after it heals, every time you move, you'll feel it. You'll remember who put it there. Who you belong to." I stared at the needle, my heart racing.

She’d scrolled through enough secret forums and explicit photos late at night, fingers buried between her slick folds, imagining the sharp bite of metal against her most sensitive spot. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, already dampening her panties. She bit her lip, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric. Fuck it. She opened the app—Elite Body Mods: Discreet Home Service—and booked the premium package. Double nipple piercings plus consultation for intimate piercing. The f*e was eye-watering, but privacy was worth every penny. No shop, no strangers staring at her bare tits. Just a professional who would come to her.

The twack sound stings so beautifully, tearing into the night air. “That’s not my name.” The sting is both delicious and mouth watering. “it is though.” I laugh a little. Another sting. “Fuck.” I hiss as the pain gives way to pleasure. He buries his face in between my neck and face. “You know what I want to hear.” he murmurs, mouth nibbling at my ear lobe. My head lolls back. Pleasure rolling off my back in waves. “Hosea?” I breathe, Another sting.

We talked, gossiped, ate some food she prepared, and played games with little Caden. A few hours later she left with him, as he had already fallen asleep due to exhaustion from playing. I really had fun, at least I didn't think of him throughout. I moved on to my next plan of getting piercings. Walking into the salon, I was led to a cushion by the corner after which I was asked the type of piercing I wanted. The piercings were not as bad as I thought. I got one on my right nostril, one on each of my ear cartilage.

She blew a couple of kisses into the phone. She set the phone back onto the table, and her eyes returned to the floor and the stage beyond. From the music, he assumed a burlesque act played. He would normally be interested in the show, but from here he had a fascinating view of what the g string did not cover. There was a pink gemstone in the piercing and the tattoo read: “M-E No – ors” around the interruption of the fabric.

Sky grins. "That's true, although it took me months to think of Mason," I grimace as I remember all the terrible names I tried first. "I knew Sky straight away, I wanted it to be not as normal but not too crazy, you know?" "I understand, that's your whole personality anyways," I laugh and he nods. "I'm getting a new genital piercing tomorrow, it's going to be at the bottom of my pussy like where a cis guy would have one behind his balls, I'm very excited."

I loved it when he got finished, so I continued coming back here until my own body are filled with my art. I could hear the sound of Brandon’s needle buzzing in the corner as I stepped into his shop, he was busy with a customer. Brandon handled all things ink and his wife, Laila was in charge of piercings. Whenever I was in this kind of unstable mood, I tended to get very impulsive and take it out on my body but not today. Now I don't have a particular piece I want on my body and neither did I plan for another piercing, yet I find my way here.

This piece will say I'm coming for him next. With a slow steady, exhale, I place my gloved hand on the middle of her back and smile when she jerks. She needs to be still. Even the slightest wiggling can cause a blowout. It happens if the needle pierces the skin too deeply. No matter the smeared beauty of that pain, I don't want that or at least try to tell myself so. It doesn't stop the fact that I want to destroy her perfect flesh and leave my imprint in every pore.

s “That sounds great. For me, I think I’d like to try some extreme sport. Bungee jumping or whitewater rafting. I’ve always been a book girl. I want to try something different,” I tell them. “Oh! What about matching tattoos too?” Margo asks. “Can we even get tattoos?” I ask, not sure if our shape-changing aspect would ruin it. “Easy ladies,” Beth says holding up her hands. “Let’s take this one step at a time.”

He stops. A few minutes pass before I hear Chris say, “Let’s do it.” I feel Toby laying me down on the ground. “I’m so sorry, Little Luna. This is going to hurt since it’s being forced on you.” I don’t even care right now. I am already in a lot of pain. I just want it to end. Suddenly, I feel two sets of teeth sink into either side of my neck. My body bucks up from the pain. All I can feel is the burning spreading through my body. I can’t tell if I’m crying out or not but I feel as if I should be.