True story; all names changed to respect privacy.
I still cannot believe this happened to me, even about nine years later. It all started in my freshman year of college; October 2011. I had been making friends since the year began, and one such friend was Ashley. Ashley was kind of a cross between the stereotypical Goth girl and the stereotypical Valley girl. She loved Type O Negative and Katy Perry equally, had friends of both genders & fanbases, and was all around a nice girl. She & I had a History course together, and I later transferred to her Human Anatomy course. In Human Anatomy, we learned about the human body (of course) and got more detailed lessons on sex education than we had in high school; this is where things get interesting.
I can only assume Ashley was getting... "ideas" from Human Anatomy, and by early November, she was ready to make her move. "Hey," she asked me one Tuesday during lunch, "you wanna come over to my dorm Friday night? I kind of want to try some things. Is 8 o'clock, okay?" I didn't know what "things" Ashley meant, but I was open-minded, so I said I'd be there; Ashley gave me her dorm room number & building, and that was that. By Friday, I could barely wait for 8 o'clock to meet with Ashley. I packed my shoulder bag, thinking we were gonna study for an exam coming up on Monday, and arrived at her dormitory at 7:45. Her dorm adviser, Stephanie, let me in after I said I was studying with someone and made my way to Ashley's room.
"Hey, welcome," she said when she opened the door, "come on in!" Inside, I set my bag down and, Ashley said: "Okay, I don't wanna scare you or anything, but I'm a virgin, are you one, too?"
"No, I lost my virginity this past June," I said.
Ashley replied: "Okay, I'd like to lose my virginity tonight. So I'm glad I got someone with some experience", or something to that effect. I wasn't sure if she was serious at first, but she confirmed she was by sitting on her bed and taking her shirt off. "I was thinking you could finish undressing me, tie me to the bed, and then go down on me." She then pulled a set of S&M-type restraints from the drawer of the nightstand and handed them to me: "Tie me up once I'm naked; then, it's all you can eat!" Going along, I stripped Ashley naked, tied her wrists to the headboard & her ankles to the bedposts, and got ready to chow down.
Now, as I mentioned, Ashley was part Goth and part Valley girl; she had earrings like most girls as well as a nosering, a pierced right nipple, and finally, a pierced clitoral hood. "Never thought I'd see a clit ring in my life, Ash," I remarked. She laughed and said:
"First time for everything, I guess." Ashley's clit ring was a little bigger than her earrings and nose ring; about the size of a U.S. Dime. I thought it would get in my way, but Ashley reassured me it wouldn't be a problem. "Just be careful around it," she said, "and you'll be fine," and turned out the lights. I said okay, as I had no worries of my own; I never had any piercings at all, not even in my tongue. How wrong we'd both be proven, however, would become apparent in only a few moments. Still dressed, per Ashley's orders, I began getting to work, caressing her pussy with my lips and tongue.
I got a big mouthful and told her she tasted sweeter than I thought, joking: "I might get cavities from this," at one point; she laughed at that and had me continue. Sometime later, she told me to lick her clit -- minding the ring again -- before I got naked, untied her, and nailed her. Now, this is where a fateful move took place. As I was licking Ashley's clit, I slipped my tongue more or less into her clit ring... where got it stuck. After a few moments of me not moving, she told me to stop fooling around so we could finish ourselves off. I tried to tell her I was stuck, but that came out sounding as if I had my tongue stuck to a frozen pole, like in "A Christmas Story."
"What was that?" Ashley asked, and after another mumbled response from me, she turned the lights back on, as the switch was just within reach of her tied left hand. It was at that moment that Ashley knew I was fucked. She saw how stuck my tongue was; the very tip of it was bulging past the ring. "Can you get it out?" she asked. Since I couldn't talk, I just shook my head, moving Ashley's hips a little rough in the process, and the two of us winced in pain together. We then began thinking about how we'd get ourselves out of this. As Ashley was tied to the bed, she couldn't grab her phone or try to free my tongue. Ashley's phone was also out of my reach, although her clothes were right next to me, and I didn't know what I could've done either.
Making matters worse, my whole mouth was getting drier than the Sahara desert, and I could feel my tongue sticking to the ring & my lips sticking to Ashley's pussy; they previously had some give. At that point, Ashley dropped a bomb: "We might just have to wait for my dormmate, Stacey, to get back," she said, "she can remove the ring." As I couldn't say anything, I sighed in defeat and then began the longest 20 minutes of my life. Ashley & I waited intertwined for Stacey to return from her night class to save us. In the meantime, I took Ashley's sweater and threw it over myself & her lower body, so she could be at least a little modest when Stacey walked in; she thanked me for covering her up, and I gave her a thumbs up.
Around the five-minute mark, Ashley told me she had to pee: "I'll try to hold it in, but don't be mad if worst comes to worst," she said. I gave her another thumbs up and then began thinking to myself.
"Perhaps Ashley's pee could lubricate my tongue," I said to myself, "so it can slip out of the ring. Then again, we'd have a huge mess to clean up, so she better have strong bladder muscles." As the minutes ticked by, I began to wonder what would happen if word of this got out. Ashley & I would probably never hear the end of it: I'd be mocked for getting my tongue stuck in a clit ring, and Ashley would never enjoy oral sex, as every guy she met would know about her clit ring. Ashley's iPhone 4 rang around 11 minutes in, and again two minutes later. It was Stacey both times, but Ashley couldn't answer the phone; her hands were tied to the bed.
