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Life with Lisa
This a continuation of The Giant story.
With my gentle Giant gone out of my life I suddenly felt very empty, except
that is for the gentle warmth of Lisa laying next to me. I turned and pulled
her close to my body, needing the assurance that someone loved me. I brushed
my fingers across her breasts, feeling her nipples harden, and then I let my
fingers stray down to her vagina, feeling that welcoming wetness greeting
them. And then I played with the ribbons across her body as I kissed her.
That night we pulled a blanket across our bodies, and beneath it we played
with each other until sleep cast its net across our minds and bodies. And
then in the pale light of morning we woke and played again until hunger made
its presence known. Hand in hand we searched around finding only a few
apples and a little water, and as we eat we kissed and passed small scraps
of apple between our mouths. We even passed small sips of water between our
mouths until at last we were full.
With the last of the water we wiped our faces, and then kissed each other
dry under the bright morning sun.
It was fun feeling the sun and the morning breeze on our naked bodies. But
we knew that we would have to return to the village to live, although we
promised ourselves that this special place would be our second home. Our
private hide-away where we could come and play our sexual games.
And so we repacked the odds and ends that I had brought, to what I had
thought would be my home with my gentle Giant. But I knew he would never be
far from my mind, especially as I was carrying his child. And so after
dressing we carried the parcels back to my
home. It was lovely as we walked through the woods, and I felt at peace.
After we arrived back at my home we undressed and fell onto the bed, and we
just held each other as we kissed and played our little sex games until once
more
hunger made its presence felt and we had to eat again. This time I had no
problems and we had a light lunch.before returning to bed again. As we laid
there I asked Lisa about the rings and ribbons that decorated her body. Lisa
told me that she had seen a photo that had shown a woman with rings
decorating her body, and that she had gone into the city to have the same
thing done to her, but she had gone one stage further and had threaded the
ribbons through the rings I asked if it had been painful and Lisa said yes,
but the effect was worth the pain. I laid back and tried to imagine how my
body would look if I had the same done to my body. And then I said "Yes,"
and I committed myself to copying Lisa. I laid there wondering if it would
be as painful as Lisa had said, but at the same time I knew I just had to
have it done.
Lisa had told me that she had, had to go twice. The first time to have her
chest done, and the second to have her back done, and that it had been quite
expensive, mainly on account of the cost of the gold rings. Being reasonably
well off due to a failed marriage I knew I could well afford the cost of the
rings; possibly even to the extent of having a few more than Lisa. But for
now it was back to playing sex games with Lisa.
Over the next few days we eat, slept and played our sex games with a love
and passion that never paled. But at the back of my mind there was always
the dream of having rings in both my back and chest; possibly even in my
nipples, and even in my vagina to hold it open for Lisa. Ah, but such are
dreams. And of course I just had to have a pony-tail like Lisa !
But over the next few weeks the need to have the rings in my chest and back
grew
and grew until I thought my desire for the rings would blow my mind apart.
And so I took Lisa into the city and she showed me the place where she had
her chest and back pierced and the rings inserted. We went in and with great
trepidation I asked about having rings in my chest and back the same as
Lisa. Fortunately the guy recognized Lisa and that helped a lot. He
explained that it was similar to ear piercing except that their would be two
holes instead of one, and that, yes, it would be a little painful. (A
masterly understatement as I soon found out!).
I asked how soon it could be done and the guy said that he wasn't busy and
suggested that now might be a good time to get started. He had me lay on a
bench and then I was introduced to 'Pain.' Yes real PAIN! as the first
piercing was done. Oh it was PAIN! Real agonizing PAIN! And so it went on.
Pierce, PAIN! Insert ring, more PAIN! Pierce, PAIN! Insert ring, more PAIN!
And so it went on until I was quite ill with the pain. But in the end all
the rings were inserted, and with a few tablets to ease the pain I climbed
off the bench. I looked down at my chest to see very little blood, but ten
bright shining gold rings laying on my chest. I put on my dress and paid the
bill, and then we left.
Some how Lisa got me home, and put me to bed. Lisa crawled in beside me and
held my hand and kissed it. Somehow I went to sleep; waking from time to
time as the pain came and went, and then in the warm light of dawn I woke up
to find the pain almost gone and Lisa still holding my hand. My sweet Lisa I
thought, how lovely of her to stay with me all night long.
Over the next week Lisa helped me keep the wounds clean as they healed, and
then at last I was able to thread bright red silk ribbon through the rings.
WOW,
how dramatic it looked! The criss-cross pattern was WOW, SUPER WOW! Almost
instantly I wanted my back done. YES, YES, a thousand times YES!!!!!
And so Lisa and I went back to have to have my back done. I now knew what
to expect in the way of pain. I knew it would be real PAIN, unrelenting
PAIN. This time I took the precaution of taking some ultra strong pain
killers with me. In fact I took the precaution of taking two before we left.
I wanted to dull the pain before it became unbearable. I knew that this time
there would be more pain; terrifyingly more pain as there would be more
rings than in my chest.
And so we arrived and after removing my dress I laid down on the bench, and
mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of the pain. And so it started.
This time the pain was dulled by the tablets, and so it went on and on until
the last of the fourteen rings was inserted.
Sick with the pain Lisa got me home and put me to bed. This time I had to
lay on my chest as the pain of laying on my back would be too much.
For the rest of the day and into the evening Lisa stayed with me, and then
as the shadows lengthened and night crept over us Lisa kissed me and
continued to hold my hand. Together we slept through the night, and in the
morning I woke up and took one last tablet to ease the residual pain.
This time it took a little longer to heal. I suppose it just took longer
because it was fourteen, and not the ten in my chest, but in the end it all
healed nicely and Lisa threaded the bright red silk ribbon through the rings
for me.
The next thing I wanted was a tail like Lisa had. The only thing was the
fact that my anus was 'rather over stretched!'. In fact it was probably very
much over stretched, and I thought I might have trouble retaining the tail.
Once again
I turned to Lisa for advice, and she checked my anus and Lisa admitted that
there might be a problem. However it turned out that Lisa new someone who
might be able to custom make one for me. And so I had a custom made tail of
bright red silk ribbons. The actual plug was quite long and hard, but
covered in a soft plastic foam that when well lubricated would slide into
place quite easily. I made sure I had a trial fitting before I paid for it!
The next thing was to have the lips of our vaginas pierced. Also I wanted
to have my nipples pierced; Lisa had already had her nipples pierced so
there was
no problem there, except that I wanted us to have matching large rings. The
rings I had in mind would be as least four inches in diameter, possibly even
larger. But first I had to visit the village doctor to see if having nipple
rings would interfere with my breast feeding my baby.
Now the village doctor is a lovely lady, except that is when she is having a
period! Then she becomes a 'BITCH!' A 'SUPER BITCH' in fact
Of course it was my luck to catch her on the first day of her period. When
it was my turn to go into her surgery she gave me a long hard look and
suddenly shouted at me not to just stand there, but get my fucking clothes
off, and to be quick about it too. In seconds I was out of my dress and
thong. Oh boy it was fun to see her jaw drop when she saw the rings through
my chest and back, and to see that I was pregnant too! Yes my belly was
starting to show the fact that I was pregnant. I twirled around a couple of
times to show off the ribbons. At last she managed to ask what was wrong
with me. I told her that there was nothing wrong, but that I wanted to know
if having my nipples pierced would have any effect on breast feeding my
baby.
As I asked her I could see her licking her lips, and I knew she wanted me. I
walked around her desk and hopped up on it . She almost fell between my well
spread legs, and her tongue and fingers attacked me. Soon she was kneeling
on the floor This was not Lisa, but a woman who knew what she wanted, and
she took it! Within seconds I just lost control; I screamed and cried and
moaned with the pleasure to such an
extent that the receptionist came in. The first I knew of the receptionist
was when she leaned against my back and put her arms around me, and grabbed
my breasts. She twisted and tore at my nipples until they almost bled. And
then choking on my juices the doctor surfaced from between my legs and
smiled weakly at me as she gasped for air. A quick flick of her fingers and
the receptionist fled back out side. The doctor growled " I'll deal with
that bitch later," " Now what was it you wanted? Oh yes you were asking
about having your nipples pierced!" "Well as long as it is done carefully
there shouldn't be a problem, in fact I will do it for you right now." With
that she went off and washed her hands. She came back with a needle and
before I could say anything she had grabbed my right nipple and pulled on
it. A flash and she had pierced my nipple right at the base. Another flash
and the ring was
in. It was only a small one, but pretty just the same. It was the same with
my left nipple. A flash and it was pierced, another flash and the ring was
in. By now the shock was wearing off and the pain started to settle in. The
doctor smiled at me and kissed me quite lightly. She said "Well now that
wasn't too bad was it?" I smiled back and went to ask how much it was, but
she just waved her hand and told me not to worry about it."It is always a
pleasure dealing with you", she said as I left wondering how she would
punish her receptionist. I thought it would probably be quite painful!
After that I just knew that I would have to have a monthly fix with the
doctor!
And so I went home to show Lisa my new nipple adornments, my pretty
glittering rings. Lisa kissed my nipples, but only lightly, not wishing to
infect them in any way, but just the same they hardened both painfully and
delightfully.
And now I thought it was time to start considering having the lips of our
vaginas pierced. The idea in my mind was that we should have ribbons through
the rings to hold our vaginas wide open and exposing our clits. I wasn't
sure how Lisa would take to this idea, but when I suggested it (Somewhat
obliquely I might add!) I was surprised at the eagerness of her reply. In
fact Lisa leapt into my arms and kissed me like there would be no tomorrow.
Coming down off her high Lisa said a simple "Yes," "Of course."and I knew
then that Lisa
would follow me to the ends of the earth, and beyond if I asked. And so we
had our vaginas pierced and rings fitted. We had them held open with silk
ribbons so that our clits would be constantly exposed. The look was, for
both of us, amazing!
Coming up was the annual village ball, and there was only one rule, 'Maximum
flesh exposure combined with a degree of elegance.' What this meant was that
at least our breasts had to be exposed. For this Lisa and I decided that we
had to have much larger nipple rings, and that our dresses would have to be
a very fine organza. Fine enough to be almost see-through; or at least fine
enough that our shaven vaginas could be seen, and of course white was the
only color! Back to the nipple rings; we both agreed that the larger the
better, but just how large dare we go? In the end we settled on twelve
inches, and that we would somehow have them joined together.
Lisa turned out to be not only an excellent dress designer, but also an
excellent dressmaker. And so she made the dresses for us, while I had the
nipple rings made. They were made of a fine square section gold wire, and
absolutely fabulous! The dresses were halter neck with our breasts well
exposed, and the backs cut so low that we could still wear our tails. The
dresses were ankle length, and were an absolute knockout!
And so we prepared for the Village Ball. We dressed with care, and applied
our makeup, and did our hair. And agreed that at least one of us would be
the Ball Queen!
Although I felt that my now well showing pregnancy might be a handicap.
Holding our dresses up with one hand, and walking hand in hand we went to
the Village Ball. We were a little late so that we could make a grand
entrance, and it was a true grand entrance! There was a gasp as we walked in
an curtsied to the organizers! And then we twirled around to display our
dresses and the ribbons that decorated our bodies, and of course our tails
The OH's and AH's came
from everywhere, and the odd hiss too from those who had thought they might
be the Ball Queen!
And then we danced and drank (Probably a little too much!) until it became
time for the crowning of the Ball Queen, and we could hardly believe it when
we were both passed over! We were certain that the judging had been rigged,
but as they say 'That's Life!' Although I suspected that my now well
advanced pregnancy didn't help. And so we staggered home, laughing and
giggling like two young girls after a date.
Part Two follows.