Adore - The Piercing Was Her Idea Too

She Was Too Scared to Go Alone

She wanted a piercing on her pussy lips. She had wanted it for a while. The obstacle was not conviction — she was quite sure she wanted it — but nerve. She was scared of the procedure itself, and so she did what she did with most things that required getting through: she made someone else come with her.

She made him go.

The Chair

She was told, upon arrival, to remove all her clothes. This she did. She was shown to a chair and asked to sit with her legs apart so that the piercer could examine what he was working with — assess the anatomy, he said, decide on placement. He played with her pussy while he was doing this. She found it turned her on, which she didn’t particularly try to hide.

Then he tied her feet down. He explained that this was for safety — the piercing required her not to move at a critical moment — and this was probably true. He pushed a dildo inside her, which is less easy to justify medically but which she also didn’t object to. He asked him to hold her pussy lips open and pull them apart. Everyone who worked there came over to watch.

What They Were Waiting For

A man was positioned to hold her hands behind her head. Another held her legs open between them. The piercer poured oil over her — a whole palm of it — and began working her clit with his fingers. They were all holding her down. He kept going, not rushing, until she came.

Then he pierced her.

She didn’t notice. She was mid-orgasm when it happened and the sensation was entirely absorbed into everything else that was happening. “It is done,” he said. She wasn’t done yet.

What followed was not, strictly speaking, part of the piercing appointment. The guys fucked her — she doesn’t specify how many, and neither does he — and then him. He recounts this with a particular kind of bewilderment that recurs in stories about Adore: the sense of a man who thought he knew where he was going and arrived somewhere adjacent. “Not how I thought this would go lol.”

The Piercing Itself

She healed fine. She still has it. In the archive footage from the summer of 2013 you can see the ring when she spreads herself — she does this with a deliberateness that suggests she knows exactly what it looks like, which she does — and it catches the light from the lamp she kept on the brown sofa side of the room.

She was too scared to go alone. She made someone go with her. Everything else, as usual, was her idea.