Eighteen Months

by Giulia Napoli

  I wasn’t sore at all so we took a chance and, before I knew it, I’d gotten her clothes off and one of her hands had moved down to my pussy and was doing unbelievable things with my clit rings. I came in seconds, then again, and then a third time.

  Rina’s fingers moved into me to give my clit a break. My pussy felt different, and I realized the difference was the now-missing stimulation from my also-missing inner lips. I guess I’d never appreciated them before. Now they were gone for good.

  I wasn’t going to say a thing, or lose any sleep over it. Given the highly sensitive modification of my clit, I came out way ahead on the arousal scale. I never liked the looks of my inner labia anyway. Call me crazy; I thought they were ugly. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they weren’t ugly now, because they were entirely gone!

  Inside, my pussy was just as good and, with the lips missing, there was less tugging to distract me. Rina found my G-spot with her fingers and my clit rings with her thumb and I almost exploded with a rocking climax that must have lasted a full minute.

  I laid back exhausted, but I was determined to pleasure my partner. I went face-down on her pussy, as I knew she liked, and my payback to her was sweet indeed. Then I moved to suck her nipples and my fingers diddled her snatch until I took her over the top again. She actually screamed in pleasure, a first for us.

  Rina wanted to test drive my nipples and I felt her mouth on first one, then the other. It felt very, very good. With the garnets covering the tips, my nips were no longer sensitive there, but the movement of the rings and the stretched sides held firmly erect by the posts and the garnets they were bonded to, adequately made up the difference.

  Rina had one hand on my pussy, one on a breast, and her mouth on the other breast. Yeow! What a great combination! Roger, I may owe you big-time for doing this to me. This totally opened my eyes! I still couldn’t see through them, but I’ll bet they were as big as saucers at the overwhelming pleasure I was getting!

  “Was that good for you?” Rina asked in a little voice, and we both started laughing hysterically.

  **********

  The next day, Rina took me to the plastic surgeon for my follow-up visit. I had trouble finding a top that would fit, and I had no bras that even came close. We’d go shopping after we left the doc’s.

  “How are you doing, Ms. Adams?” He asked as he came into the examination room.

  “I feel fine. That hyperhealant is pretty amazing stuff.”

  “It has certainly revolutionized my practice. So what do you think of your new body?”

  “Well, I can’t see it, of course, but I can feel it and, though I was surprised at some of the additions, I’m far happier than I ever thought I’d be.”

  “Surprised?”

  Oops. I probably shouldn’t have used that word, I thought. What was done was done. My misunderstanding of Roger’s “bangles” was between me and Roger.

  “Oh … ah … I meant how responsive I am when someone flicks my rings and all.”

  “Ah, yes,” he said. I could actually detect a smile in his voice. “For those who have the courage, there is much to be gained, eh?”

  “You can say that again!” I told him. “I do have a question if you don’t mind. It’s more academic than anything.”

  “Certainly. Ask away.”

  “I don’t really understand how you did the jewelry so that it would be permanent.”

  “Oh, yes, it’s actually very interesting. I get a surprising number of requests for that. I think many young people like the fact that the jewelry is virtually impossible to remove. The permanence is probably why tattoos have become so popular. Even though laser removal can be done – usually with some scarring - they’re otherwise quite permanent.

  “Each piercing installation is a little different. Here’s how yours were done:

  “Let’s start at the top, with your nipples. I used a dermal punch to make a horizontal hole in each nipple to accommodate the rings. The rings were open in the middle – there’s a seam that you can no longer see. On the part of the ring that’s within your nipple, there’s a hole. On either side of the hole, the rings are hinged so they can move up and down while the hole is held stationary.

  “Before I pushed the rings through the holes that I’d punched in your nipples, I carefully excised the tissue at the tips of your nipples, making them slightly concave, and ready to accept the stud. The stud is a gold post with a lens-shaped artificial garnet fastened at one end, and a springy arrow-point at the other end.

  “I pushed the rings through the hole I’d punched in the base of your nipples, positioning the hole inside the center of your nipples and facing the nipples’ tips. Then I applied a biobond glue – developed locally by River’s Edge Biotech – to the back of the stud and pushed it through the tip of your nipple. I moved it slightly to find the hole in the ring, and pushed the arrow tip into the hole. The spring momentarily forced the edges of the arrow into the shaft so it could go through the ring hole, then they snapped out, locking it in place. The shaft is larger on the top of the hole, so it can’t slide farther into the ring’s hole either.

  “At that point, I only had to hold the nipple out against the back of the garnet for a moment until it bonded, and then snap the ring shut. The two pieces were locked together inside your nipple. They can’t be removed without cutting into your nipple to unfasten the stud from the ring. In addition, the coating on the back of the gem bonds it to your dermis, your skin, such that it is as much a part of your body as your own skin. It would have to be cut away to release it. But it gets more complicated yet. The same biobonding agent is on the shafts of the studs, so they are now bonded to the tissue along the shaft and within your nipple. The only way to remove them is probably to remove the entire nipple. So they are effectively permanent.”

  “That’s complicated,” Rina added.

  “Complicated to install, virtually impossible to remove. The jewel in your navel is similarly bonded. I first removed the tissue that forms the little button within the navel. That makes it essentially a hollow socket for the gem, which is also lens-shaped but thicker on the sides. When bonded into place, it attaches to your dermis in the back and on the sides. It cannot come out, ever, without being cut out.”

  “How are my clit rings implanted? If that’s even the right word.”

  “Actually, that’s a very good word. That is the most delicate of all the procedures for obvious reasons. If not done properly, you could lose sensation there.”

  “There’s no doubt that THAT didn’t happen!” I said.

  “I’m very glad to hear it. To mount those rings, I can’t use a dermal punch without a high risk of severing a nerve, so I had to meticulously thread a needle into and within you, painstakingly drawing it through the forest of nerves and, where necessary, pushing the nerves aside as I did that. Then I slipped the first ring, the vertical one, into place behind the needle and pushed it through. It had a hole in the middle like your nipple rings, and is hinged as they are, so it can move side-to-side. It’s thicker than the horizontal ring because the horizontal ring fits through the hole in it. But the horizontal ring has two arrows facing away from each other, separated by a space the same size as the vertical ring thickness. It can rotate freely up and down through the hole in the vertical ring. Once I’d installed the vertical ring, I pushed a needle in horizontally, through the hole in the ring, and out the other side, avoiding nerves as best I could. Then the horizontal ring followed the needle. Once the first arrow had collapsed into the ring and gone through the hole, it snapped open and the back of the other arrow held it in place. Then I simply pushed the ball end of the vertical ring into the end that had gone through your clit, and did the same with the smooth horizontal ring.

  “Of course, they’re now locked inside you, behind your clitoris. Like your nipple rings and studs, they could be cut off, but the junction would still be within you, locked forever unless your clit was removed so a surgeon could get to the connecting piece
s.

  “Thus, those rings will certainly be with you for the rest of your life.”

  “Wow,” was all I could say. This was all going to last well-beyond the time when my sight returned. It was gonna last forever.

  “Finally, each of your labia rings also has a hole in it, like your vertical clit ring. It goes through the ring in the same direction as the hole of the ring. On each side of your outer labia, they are fastened together by a hollow steel tube which, when inserted, has six arrows facing in the direction I insert it, which was from the top of your pussy to the back. Of course with one arrow, the rings would be free to slide back and forth, moving away from the arrow and then back against it. To hold everything in place, and make them permanent unless surgically removed, the hollow tube has a tiny wire within it which passes through the backwards arrows to hold them retracted into the tube. Once I’d threaded the hollow tube through all the rings, I pulled the wire out slowly, holding the rings, one-by-one, tightly against the back of the forward arrows, sequentially releasing the reverse arrows to lock the rings in place from the other direction. Given the hyperhealants, the little hole that the tube made when it was inserted healed up before you even awoke. The tube is coated with the biobonding agent as are your nipple studs, so it is now also bonded to the tissue within your labia.”

  I was kind of blown away. I hadn’t wanted or expected any of this, and now he was telling me that I would always be this way. That said, those clit rings were something else! I was torn. Thinking about it for a moment, I knew that this was one more thing to get used to in my now unrecognizable life – and mostly unrecognizable body. Thankfully, with much of the credit going to Rina, I think I still had my same old mind, with a few new inclinations. It was getting harder to picture myself as the sweet young thing who had moved to River’s Edge less than a month ago, though.

  Ever practical, Rina spoke up next, “How is Alie going to shave down there with all the rings in the way?”

  Good question, I thought.

  “She isn’t. There’ll be no need. She was permanently depilated down there while I worked on her breast augmentation. There isn’t going to be anything to shave.”

  That didn’t bother me, because I’d always shaved there anyway. I liked the look but wasn’t fond of the work involved, the razor burns, or the occasional nick. “Will I ever need a touch-up?”

  “Not likely. Depilation from the new device we use is guaranteed permanent by the manufacturer. It even gets the hair follicles that are dormant when treatment occurs. If you ever find anything down there, call for an appointment. It’s free as part of the warranty.”

  So now, my pussy is guaranteed by the manufacturer. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  Having received a clean bill-of-health, we left after the talk with the doc and went to The Shops at River’s Edge Town Center to buy some new shirts for me. Rina was very helpful describing the things on the racks, but, of course, she made me find my way without her help – claiming that was part of my continued training.

  That night we made love again, intense, no-holds-barred, rough, blazing, slippery sex, with nary a concern for my now-healed piercings. The heightened responses of my body were almost too much to bear as I tried to handle the tidal waves of arousal and the explosive climaxes that Rina inflicted on me using my new hardware.

  Everything was better, easier, and lasted longer. Everything, that is, save the one position that had been my favorite with Rina: scissors. Without my inners, the sense of contact and togetherness wasn’t there anymore. I’d never thought about that when I’d agreed to and, frankly, welcomed Roger’s request. In addition, the pressure on my clit rings from Rina’s inner thigh as we scissored was too much for my uber-sensitive love bud.

  I guess there’s a price for everything. This one seemed particularly poignant, though. I shed more than a few tears over it.

  I’d only experienced it that one time. And now I couldn’t do it anymore.

  I think I’ve paid my dues by now. At least, I hope so.

  Friday morning, I headed to the Jolly Roger, instead of Uptown Disability Services. I knew how to get there by taking the bus and so I went on my own. Rina had gone on into work uptown. We’d started talking about her moving in with me, and giving up her uptown apartment, but that would mean a long commute for her, though that would be more easily done than me having to find my way out to the Jolly Roger from half-way across the city.

  Since she’d be working days and I’d be working nights, neither of us were sure where our relationship was going. Rina was about 90 percent a lesbian and it was becoming pretty obvious that I was more bisexual – I still liked guys a lot, I was sure – so there was that basic question of whether I could be happy in an exclusively woman/woman relationship. Rina made no secret of the fact that she knew she could.

  Time would tell. Right now, there was so much to do that we couldn’t decide anything long-term yet.

  Chapter 11 – Dancing Machine

  I tapped my way to the employees’ door of the Jolly Roger and, finding it locked, I knocked. Surely they hadn’t forgotten that I was to start working on my routine today, had they?

  They hadn’t. A guy with a deep voice answered the door, said, “Come on in, Alie,” and introduced himself as “Rocco.” I reached out to take his hand, and this huge piece of meat swallowed my hand in his gigantic mitt.

  “Hey, boss, Alie’s here,” Rocco said as Roger came into the hall.

  “Well, well. Let me take a look at you.” Trying to make a lame attempt to get into my new career, I was wearing a tight tube top with a strapless bra, light blue Rina had said, that left my belly bare, and cut-off, low-cut denim shorts that showed my jeweled belly button. Rina had been making me wear high heels all the time so I’d get used to them. I had four-inch heeled sandals on that morning.

  “Very, very nice,” Roger had said. “Let’s go into the dressing room and have a closer look. He touched my free arm with his elbow and I grabbed it. He led me a little ways down the hall and through a door.

  “I assume you want me naked,” I said without being asked.

  “Yeah, I left my X-ray goggles at home.” Roger and Rocco, who was apparently still with us, laughed and I heard a woman’s laugh too.

  “Who else is there?” I asked as I put down my cane and began to undress.

  “Hi, I’m Pat, Roger’s costumer and seamstress,” she said.

  I reached out my hand; she apparently stepped forward to take it. At that point, except for the sandals, I was standing there in all my naked glory.

  “Sweet Mother of God!” Roger exclaimed. I instinctively moved my hands up to cover myself, then dropped them when I realized it.

  “Bellisima,” Rocco said.

  “Ooohh …,” came from Pat.

  “Sweetheart, you are one awesomely hot lady. Goddamn beautiful too!”

  That didn’t make me feel too badly.

  Roger went on as he walked around me to get a full view. “Those are two fantastic tits you’ve got there. Looks like ol’ Doc Riffkin’s idea of using that new nip jewelry on you was sheer genius. Whatdaya think, Rocco?”

  “Damn straight, boss. It’s really sexy, the way those nips stick out. The patrons are gonna love ‘em.”

  For some reason, Rocco saying “patrons” seemed weird to me.

  “Can you spread your legs a little, sweetheart?” Roger asked.

  I obliged, and I could feel the heat of his breath as he checked me out. “May I touch you there?” He asked.

  That surprised me. Both that he asked, and that he expected me to let him. “I guess,” is what I said.

  I felt his fingers along the rows of rings. He spread my outers, saying, “Ah, much better. Much, much better,” as he did. Then I felt the rings through my clit move a little, then a little more.

  “Uuuhhh …,” I said in a low moan. I couldn’t help it. I felt him flick the rings again.

  I don’t know what it was - maybe standing there in
my darkness, knowing that others were looking at my naked body, coupled with the few vibrations from my enhanced clit – but I came! Right there, right then I came. It was obvious to everyone what was happening because I couldn’t help but moan loudly and grab my pussy as the waves of arousal pulsed from it.

  “Goddamn!” Roger exclaimed.

  “Shit, man …,” Rocco said. “Look at that. She’s fuckin’ coming! Standin’ right there!”

  As the orgasm waned, I felt around, found a bench, and sat down on it, still breathing hard. “I am so embarrassed,” I said. “Now you can see what that doctor did to me.” I started to cry. I felt gentle arms around me. It must have been Pat.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered.

  “Never seen anything like that,” Roger said. “Alie, with natural sexuality like that, you would send a crowd over the top if you went out there and did nothing more than read the news.”

  I was still terribly embarrassed. “Please don’t touch me there again.”

  “Of course not, sweetheart,” Roger said. “I was only checkin’ out the doc’s work. I didn’t mean for you to get off right here.” He cleared his throat. I thought he was trying to suppress a laugh. “Come on, Rocco. Let’s get outa here and leave Pat to take Alie’s measurements and discuss costumes. Pat, you know what I’m expectin’. Take what you’ve just seen into consideration as best you can.”

  “Will do,” Pat said. I heard footsteps leaving.

  “Oh, I’m so totally mortified,” I said to Pat.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll admit, that was a new one for me. But in this business, who knows what’ll happen, eh?”

  “I suppose. I’m really not like that, though.”

  “Coulda fooled me,” she laughed. “Are you completely blind?”

  “Totally. Everything is black. Or everything is nothing, actually.”

  “You are very pretty.”

  “Thanks. But my eyes are goofy.”

  She paused, maybe looking at my face and eyes. “Yeah, a little. Your right eye is turned in some, compared to your left. But honestly? It makes you even hotter somehow. Not sure why, but … yeah … it’s endearing. The customers will love it.”