Plastic Piercing Retainer Novels & Stories

My mark throbs and core aches for attention, even my own. "Fuck no. We're in a public restroom." Despite Demetria assuring me that I didn't have to get anything too revealing, pretty much all of the options she picks out for me are exactly that. One that I refuse to even try on is essentially two quarter sized circles of plastic held together by shoelaces. It wouldn't even cover my nipples, I won't accept something that revealing. "Here's one that dissolves in alcohol!" Demetria holds up a racy red number. "That could be a fun surprise for him"

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

"Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself." My tits heaved, nipples perked from the cool air. He clamped the first, cold metal pinching. "Breathe, slut." The needle pierced sharp, fire through my breast. I cried out, tears pricking. He threaded the ring quick, silver hoop with a tiny lock charm. "Fuck... burns." He tugged it light, sting shooting to my pussy. "Looks good. One more." Second nipple same—clamp, pierce, ring. I whimpered, but heat built low again. The fresh piercings throbbed, sensitive.

When he became round with the small steel hammer-like issue and the huge hole factor needle, I begged, "Prevent, please..." He smiled, simply to twistedly kiss my cheek in which the tears had commenced, then held up the whole factor for me to peer it higher, to peer the way it shaped a form of eye screw that could near the steel right into an atypical piercing, even though now no longer one supposed to be worn for an extended length of time. I could not appear to shut my eyes while he placed it with the attention of the forceps and I stared down, in a form of horror, below the shares in my restricted view.

Jax said with a wink—so I wouldn’t have to wear anything tight against the piercings. Marcus grabbed a small aftercare kit—saline spray, clean gauze, instructions printed on a card. “Twice a day soaks. No touching except to clean. Come back in a week so we can check them. Or sooner. Or whenever.” I tucked the kit into my grocery bag, which had been sitting forgotten by the door this whole time. The ice cream was long gone, probably a puddle somewhere. Jax walked me to the door, arm around my shoulders. Marcus flipped the sign to CLOSED even though it already was.

“Anyway, how does a woman breastfeed around piercings?” “F-k,” Rhett blew out a breath. “I’ll take them out, Aislen. Before the baby is born. They’re known to heal up during breastfeeding. The milk seems to f-k up piercings, so that they close. Some mothers take them out until the baby is a bit older, and then feed around them but… Well, I…” He paused, surprised and then shrugged. “I wouldn’t want my baby to have a mouthful of metal, so, I’d rather take them out,” he was embarrassed by the admission. “Not that there’s anything wrong with feeding with them in, I just…” “Okay,” she was teary and looked away. Seeing Rhett get flustered by the idea of a baby had made it seem very real. More real

She will be the real racketeer she is called, this is real joy. After she's done with everything, she bought some anklets, the attention seeking ones too then made her way to those earrings. She took the complete set of it, right from the rook, to industrial and orbitals. She doesn't have all those piercings, she has only one but this one can also be fixed and removed without any piercing so it is all good. She bought some masks too, she will definitely scare the woman one day at night just for the fun of it. She grinned!

“Good. I will make note that for longer wear this would be the weight I would start with, or maybe just a bit less. For a shorter term and to add a little pain to that pleasure. I think we can take it up a notch.” I take some of the medium sized weights out and replace the small ones. I also clip a chain from nipple ring to nipple ring And run another chain from that to his P.A. at the tip of his dick along with a medium sized weight and a large mid sized weight to his gauche piercing. “Walk as I told you to before,” I say. I watch Rhett’s gorgeous ass as he walks towards the bathroom and turns and then watch his form as he returns, registering slight falters and the occasional wince.

"Investigate Karl Rice. Inform him that his services at Gilbert Group are terminated." Pausing, he eyed the pallid pair. "As for these two... Toss them and this trash to the relief camp. I never want to see them again." Guards dragged them out like refuse, seizing their phones and wallets, then dumped them at the muddiest entrance of the most chaotic public site. The slashed suitcase's nasty contents were deliberately emptied into a foul ditch right in front of everyone. "Please, give me back my phone." Ryan lunged desperately, only to get shoved into the mud.

Twice in the last week I’ve rolled him off my chest in his sleep with a hand at his hip to keep him from grinding the bars into me. The skin around them has gone from pink to the same pale gold as the rest of his chest. The piercer said three weeks before they would be safe to handle gently. I’ve been counting. I haven’t touched them. I’ve watched and waited. Salivated at the sight of them. Waited until the recommended time has passed. I shift down the mattress. Slow enough that he doesn’t stir. The bars catch the light from the window. Matte titanium balls, small dark lines of metal through skin I’ve known intimately for nearly a year now.