The erotic possibilities of pain multiply exponentially when applied to the genitals.
Flogging someone across their bare ass is hot. But the ass is well-padded and
can take a lot of abuse. Bringing a woman to the brink of orgasm by continuously
flogging her pussy lips or the hood of her clit requires so much more skill and care.
Because the genitals are so sensitive, activities such as piercing and clamping
take on an entirely new level of intensity. I’ve been pierced before. I’ve had
needles in my back, even my breasts. My pain tolerance is very high. But there are
some spots on my body which seem too soft, too easily yielding to stand up to that
type of treatment. The thought of those very same clamps and needles applied to
my tender pussy lips terrifies me.
Of course, because it terrifies me, it also fascinates me—and gets me extremely
hot. So I decided face my fears by attending a workshop on cunt torture. If you are
going to be terrified and horny at the same time, might as well do it where there
are lots of potential partners around. This is one of the joys of living in San
Francisco. Of course it is the best place to live in as a dyke, but it's also one of the
greatest places for S/M.
The workshop was led by a gorgeous domme and
her high-femme lesbian partner. They looked like
pornographic bookends. The domme explained to
us that women become excited when their genitals
are stimulated—even if that stimulation is painful.
And that is precisely why cunt torture is so erotic.
When you are pierced and clamped, you become
aroused despite yourself. Despite the pain—or
because of the pain?
The three bottoms that she would demonstrate on were lined up behind a table.
One was tall and lithe with legs that went on forever and long red hair, obviously a
dancer at one time. The second one was curvy and glamorous with a beautiful
face and full lips and the third was tiny and vulnerable with practically no breasts
and long blonde hair. All three were naked.
It began with the glamorous curvy girl. She was fitted with a rope body harness
which gently spread apart her cunt lips, pulling them away from her clit and
exposing her most tender parts. After she pulled the harness tight, the domme
poured Pop Rocks (that candy that pops and tingle when it hits your tongue) all
over the girls' wet snatch. She was so juicy and aroused from being tied up that
the rocks went off immediately, stinging and burning her in a delightful way. It was
the cutest form of genitorture I have ever seen.
The second willing victim was the former dancer.
She had a naturally submissive way about her.
When she climbed up onto the table she looked
embarrassed. The top spread her legs and
exposed her perfectly shaved pussy. The dancer
winced prettily as the Domme attached stainless
steel medical clamps to her nipples and outer
Once she was sure the clamps were secure she threaded a length of bright pink
nylon rope through the handles of the clamps and attached the ends to leather
cuffs she wore on her wrists and ankles. Every time the girl moved any of her limbs
it would pull on either her clamped pussy lips or clamped nipples.
And then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, the domme ordered her to get down
from the table and crawl across the floor. The unfortunate girl was led around the
room on a leash, crawling slowly, each step pulling on her tender nipples and cunt
lips. It was incredibly hot.
My girlfriend, who up until this point had been bored, perked right up as she
watched the pretty girl moan and gasp and slowly make her way around the room.
The crawling must have been extremely painful because she could only move very
carefully. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but her face looked radiant
and sexy. She looked really turned on.
After her clamps were removed—a painful process in its own right—she was sent
back to her spot behind the table and the thin blonde girl was brought up.
According to the domme, the blonde was a total pain slut. She could take all types
of abuse and easily got off on it. First, the domme prepped her cunt lips by
swabbing them with betadine. She then explained to us that she had designed a
foam-core “butterfly board” to which she would be pinning the girls' tender inner
labia, spreading them out like the wings of butterflies.
The board had a cunt-shaped hole in it and the
domme pulled the girls' lips through the board and
attached them to it with clamps. She then carefully
pinned her labia to the board with 22-gauge
needles; three on each side. Every time a needle
went through her flesh, the girl made a low guttural
groaning sound. The whole audience was at
attention. When all the needles were in place, as if
they weren’t painful enough, tiny thin candles were
placed at the ends and lit so that the hot wax would drip onto her things and
She was left there on display and the audience was invited to come up and study
the technique and placement of the needles. The girl seemed happy to lie there
and she moaned nicely every time a drop of hot wax hit her skin.
When the last audience member had studied her perforated pussy lips, the
needles were removed. She screeched as each one was pulled out and actually
seemed very faint after it was all over. Piercing is mind-altering and I can only
imagine how mind-altered she must have felt after having so many needles in such
a delicate place.
I myself was pretty turned on by the whole thing and quickly ran home for a little
torture session of my own. But I’m not telling you what I did, all I'm going to say is
that I love living in San Francisco.