I was born in a Mennonite community in upstate New York. If you have ever visited and been a part of a community of this type, you would understand and even sympathize with the naivety that I once suffered from. All sorts of rules and regulations governed our lives and purity was the most important thing for young girls like me to always uphold. I had never worn pants, cut my hair shorter than my lower back or had my ears pierced. I once got hold of a teen magazine when I was in middle school and saw a picture of this gorgeous girl with seven piercings in each ear. I was in awe when I saw this. I was surprised at myself because it even started to arouse me the more I stared at her picture. I had been told my entire life that it was most improper for me to have these feelings ... especially at the sight of another girl. But it felt so good I wanted more of it. I wanted my ears pierced. The more I thought about it, the more the desire grew inside me. I ripped out the picture from the magazine and stared at it every night so I could feel that same warm, tingling sensation between my legs. I would lie in bed at night and think about how sexy I would look with tiny diamond studs or tassels that dangled down to my bare shoulders.
When I turned eighteen, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to leave and I had to have it done. I packed the only things I felt I would need and snuck out in the middle of the night. I had taken $100 from my father's dresser drawer and walked seven miles to a bus stop outside of the community. It was a 4-hour ride to New York City and the whole time I thought about what it would be like to finally have my ultimate fantasy come true.
It was morning when I arrived in the city. I felt so silly and little in such a big city that I knew nothing about. I found a convenience store and bought a muffin and milk. I asked to clerk where I could find a piercing studio and he kindly told me I would find one two blocks over. So, I ate my muffin and drank my milk on the way over. I was so nervous! I had never done anything like this in my life, but I had never wanted anything more. When I found the studio I though my heart was going to explode.
This is it!
I kept thinking,
finally.
My entire body tingled as I turned the door handle and walked in. It was not at all what I had expected inside. There were cases of body jewelry everywhere; most it being stuff I didn't even know what parts of the body it was intended for. It smelled like a hospital and there were pictures of piercings I had never even imagined. I let out a little shriek when I saw a picture of a penis pierced right through the head. I cover my eyes with both hands and just stood there for a second.
"Never seen one of those before, huh?" I heard a deep female voice say and two strong, but gentle hands pulled mine away from my eyes. When I saw the woman standing in front of my I almost collapsed. She was the most stunning, beautiful, sexy person I had ever seen in my life. Her almost bleach blonde hair was cut in a wispy pixie cut and spiked in the back. I could see every part of her body through her skintight clothes; her breasts were almost bursting from the half-unbuttoned blouse she wore. I could tell her wasn't wearing a bar underneath because her hard, round nipple made irresistible bumps on the outside of the blouse. Her skirt was shorter than any I had seen before and the smooth, tan skin on her thighs glowed lustfully. I then noticed all the her piercings. I couldn't count the ones in her ears and looking more closely at her teasing nipples protruding, I noticed that they, too, must be pierced. My body was shaking from what I was feeling. My pussy burned and I could feel my underwear beginning to become overwhelming moist.
"You okay, hun?" I must have staring at her for a while because she looked quite amused.
"Um...yea. I'm fine," I managed to squeak out.
