A Piercing Tale

I wrote this visualization for my friend who wants to get his nipple repierced but is concerned about the pain of the needle going through old scar tissue. I hope this helps him get through it since I can't be there.

Picture yourself in a dark room, with candles flickering in every corner. You are naked. Your wrists and ankles are pinned to the wall in fleece lined leather cuffs. Feel the soft fleece against your skin, struggle a bit to test how much movement you have. There is almost none, you are stuck against the wall with no escape. You can feel the gentle breeze from a fan over your skin, ruffling your body hairs and raising goose bumps. Feel it. The breeze, the bumps.  Smell the candles in the air. You can’t place the scent but it is dark, thick, like leather and coffee.

      I step forward from the shadows and begin stroking your chest and stomach in long, slow strokes, so very lightly .In the flickering light you can’t quite tell where I’m touching you, but my hand is warm and soft. Your nipples grow hard and I pinch them with my finger tips. I bend closer and flick my tongue over each of them , and the breeze makes them dry slowly, tingle by tingle. Then I swoop in and suck your left nipple into my mouth, not gentle and delicate but with firm steady pressure. As I suck it into my mouth the pressure stretches your nipple out long across my tongue. It feels like it’s stretched out further than you thought it could. I start to moan as I suck and you can feel the vibrations across your  chest, setting off little vibrations through your whole body. I reach down and feel that your cock is rock hard. I wrap my index finger and thumb in a tight circle around the top of your sack and start pulling your balls down, hard, and I grip your  nipple between my two pointy canine teeth and start to bite down.

     Imagine the sweet exquisite pain , soft wet lips all around your nipple, sucking, but in the very center the two gnashing teeth bearing down harder and harder, trying to break through the skin, and the pressure is so great on your balls ,the pull so strong that my arm quivers with the effort. Oh god your nipple hurts, the digging, the pressure, but at the same time so sweet, sharp, searing. You can feel the sharp edges of my teeth beginning to split the skin, and waves of tingling all over your ass. You start to buck and try to pull away but you are stuck. I look up into your eyes and you start to plead and beg for me to stop but I growl at you and dig my teeth in harder and pull your balls down farther still. Please stop. Stop. Stop ,it’s too much. But I won’t listen, you want this. I know you want it. You won’t forgive me if I stop, and I don’t want to.

And your cock doesn’t want me to stop. It’s fat and hard and starting to drip. The more I bite, the more it hurts, the harder you get. And oh how it aches. It aches to be touched. My  hand on your balls is so close and every time I adjust my grip on your balls I brush my fingers against your juicy swollen cock to torment you. Biting harder, harder, digging in. Can you feel it?

     I start to grind my teeth together with that tiny bit of flesh between, cutting, grinding, one layer of cells screams and breaks. Feel it, feel it, biting biting.

     Stop. I mean it, that fucking hurts.  Biting. I taste blood and my teeth part for a second so I can give your nipple a hard suck and get a better grip. For a brief second you think it’s over but my teeth quickly find the raw, sore spot and dig back in. And now you’re thrashing and trying to pull away but you can’t. My teeth just dig in harder. Two sharp little points, grinding and grinding, cock throbbing, balls aching and stretched out. It hurts it hurts. So nice, you know you like it; you know you love the pain. I release your balls for a second so that I can reach up and free your left hand. A quick soothing cupping of your balls and then back to the death grip, the pull and the pressure.

     So now one hand is free and there is pain and need in too many places. You want to push away the pointy biting teeth, but you asked for this, you want it, you love the pain because it feels so good. And you know if you push me away I will do something worse. Your balls are feeling pretty good after all. The pull is nice . But oh that throbbing cock. So you make the wise choice and grab your dick and start squeezing and stroking. I grind my teeth harder and you start to scream. And I love it. You yell and yell, but don’t push me away. You stroke your cock faster and faster as I bite down harder and harder. Then, with a scream from you and a satisfied groan from me, my teeth break through and as blood squirts into my mouth your cum shoots across the floor. And then they put the ring through the hole.

Now that wasn’t so bad was it?

My Office was a Dungeon

Sapphire was so named because of her blue eyes. Since my eyes are a golden hazel, Sapphire dubbed me Amber. I was operating as a Switch, so instead of Mistress Amber I was Amber Wylde. I participated in Mistress Sapphire’s sessions, learning the craft of domination. I was also the office secretary, handling Sapphire’s fan mail, orders, and mailing list.

     We had to produce 2 magazines a month, maybe every six weeks. In the age before digital cameras we had to create the magazines in Publisher, print out the pages and attach photos we had taken  (developing was sometimes a challenge)then deliver the master copy to a publisher in New York, where it would be printed and distributed to adult book stores. The flat rate for the magazine helped pay the bills. And the magazines were our advertisements for paid sessions and videos. Sapphire also tried her hand at a sexy phone line, however we weren’t able or willing to sit by a phone 24 hours to take live calls, so we recorded naughty stories that clients could pay to listen to. That didn’t really pan out.

     It took a lot of work to produce the magazines. One was called “Enthrall” and the other was something like Dungeon Masters. The team was Mistress Sapphire and I, her husband Mike, who was Dominant, and a bisexual switch named John. We were all constantly writing and hunting for models. Sometimes we would write stories and then take pictures to match, sometimes the opposite. As adorable as we all were, it couldn’t just be us in the magazine every month, so we would go on “field trips”, both for story ideas and to model search. Quite a few friends wound up on the pages, and Sapphire would occasionally take photos in sessions with her private slaves, with their permission and faces obscured.

     I made 2 video tapes while I was working with Sapphire. One was Amber Wylde in Sensual Submission. Basically me being grabby and bitchy then getting a lot of body worship. The other was Piss Boy’s Punishment, which was an ensemble piece. Mike played sub, and in my portion I was sitting on his face, smothering him. I was also smacking his thighs with a riding crop, but one or two errant slaps to his balls and he cried red and we had to stop. At least I know if anyone stumbles across my films they won’t be able to watch them, as VCRs are now extinct.These are typical photos for a layout.

Becoming the Countess - A Self Indulgent Bio

I am Countess Piroska Bathory. Before I became a Countess I worked as a professional dominatrix, as well as a fetish model, writer and performer, under the professional name Amber Wylde. This blog contains experiences and fantasies of my current self, the disabled  Countess, and memoirs of Amber.

My career as Amber Wylde ended in the late 90’s so that I could raise a family. By 2007, my children were old enough that I was able to re-enter the bdsm lifestyle. I gravitated towards my Hungarian cousins on my father’s side of the family, who were in the “biz”. During a particularly aggressive session with my cousin Theresa and a lazy, impudent sub I burst a blood vessel in my basal ganglia and suffered a stroke, losing use of my left side. I have spent the last 4 years in rehabilitation, enduring numerous surgeries and procedures. The experience has not made me kinder and gentler, but only less able to access playthings.

I was named after my great, great aunt, who was named after a Hungarian saint.

I found this definition of Piroska  in the Urban Dictionary:

“The name "Piroska" is one of Hungarian descent, and is most usually found among the women with utmost class and sophistication. Material items mean little to Piroska, as she'd be much happier to surround herself with friends, family, good food, and horror movies. Great gifts to give her are Alien figurines, Hand lotions, and Salami.

Piroska is the epitome of a hard worker, but at the same time, she knows how to relax and take things one day at a time. Having learned many lessons in life, she has wisdom for all and will laugh in the face of a challenge. She loves strongly and accepts others for their faults within reasonable degrees. She's the best friend you could ever hope to meet, and is always there to support you in your endeavors and dreams.”

It describes me fairly well, though the gift suggestions made me laugh!

I also like to whisper and want you to tell me all your secrets. And if I like you, I will use those secrets against you for my own amusement.

Piroska is also the Hungarian name of Little Red Riding Hood.

I am going to write down my naughty thoughts and play privately until I can find a suitable sub that can bring me out to play parties. I need someone to roll my wheelchair, handle my cane, tend to my needs and protect my safety. The reward will be to bask in my presence and have special private playtime.

I only use the title Countess when I am at play. If you call me that you are inviting me to play with you, so don’t be surprised if sweet, kindly Piroska becomes a vicious Gypsy!

I enjoy spanking, sensation play, blindfolds, floggers, riding crops, CBT, directed masturbation, anal play, and being worshipped  and adored. I would especially enjoy an intelligent pen pal with time to correspond daily. As a professional I participated in a wide array of activities. I would naturally adapt to each player’s individual preferences. And a player would have to adapt to me, I am unable to walk long distances or stand for long periods, I only have use of one hand, so a sub would need to assist in their own bondage or would need to practice mental bondage.  My writing illustrates my play style.

Sapphire's Dungeon

     Mistress Sapphire was a lovely professional dominatrix with a passing resemblance to Lynda Carter who had worked at a large professional dungeon in Pennsylvania and was well established   in the fetish community She  had a column in a well known magazine. Sorry I don’t know specific names. I don’t want to be wrong and have the detail monkeys after me. Anyway, she was working in a large scale dungeon, which accepted walk-ins and she would see subs that paid tribute to her. Monthly fetish magazines would come out in NYC and across the country with her column, a naughty story plus photos of her, designed to broaden her “fan base” and bring business to the dungeon, as well as other admirers who might want to write a letter, or order a video tape (yes, video tape!), or just get on her mailing list – snail mail not email. She and her husband Mike also ran a “toy cart” at the Hellfire Club*** in NYC for a while, and had a funny story about Mike getting pulled over and ordered out on his car on Route 3, dressed in full leather regalia on his way to work. Sapphire had a falling out with the dungeon where she was working, and decided to open her own personal dungeon.

     She rented office space in a building in Kinnelon, NJ and converted it into a dungeon. It was in a large non-descript office complex. From the parking lot you walked up a flight of steps to enter the building, then up another flight of stairs and down a hall to the door, Dark Alley Productions was the name on the door. It was like you were going to a doctor’s appointment, or a job interview.  Once inside there was a large reception/waiting room. To the right was an actual office – desks, computers, file cabinets, all that crazy shit. Straight across was the dungeon room. To the right of the dungeon was a large conference room  with large windows, mostly empty save for some tables and chairs .To the left of the dungeon was a  room that was in a perpetual state of sound proofing. The acoustic tiles were turning out to be more expensive than planned, so the room was being used for storage. There was also a full bathroom with a stall shower.

Sapphire held sessions in her dungeon, and in addition had a contract to produce 2 fetish magazines

Every month  which would be produced by a professional publishing company and distributed across the country. It paid the rent.

*** The Hellfire club was an s &M club in NYC. “On the corner of 9th Avenue between 13th and 14th Street is a triangular building. Bounded by 9th Avenue, 13th and Hudson Streets, this red brick building housed a series of s/m and sex clubs of historical value. J's was at street level on the Hudson side with a big red door. A gay sex bar with a pool table! On the other side of the building, down a flight of concrete stairs was a space that has had changed names several times but always remained the most famous and best known s/m and sex club in the New York scene. It started in the early 80's as THE HELLFIRE CLUB, then changed around 1986, after the city shut it down because of the herpies scare, to THE VAULT, then back again to THE HELLFIRE CLUB. On certain nights and Sunday afternoon it was a gay bar, packed with naked horny gay men of every size and age. Other nights it was straight/mixed. But it was always S/M! The club was located UNDER the cobblestoned street over which cars and city buses drove over slick cobblestone streets. Its vaulted brick and concrete rooms housed backrooms, glory holes, cages, urine smelling bathtubs, slings, and webs of steel chains.”

Excerpted from a site with lots of info about the NYC clubs I mention:

The Black Archive – a photographic tour of the old sex, kink and bondage clubs of New York City.

     http://www.hellfirepress.com/blackArchive/blackArchive.html

I will elaborate on the Hellfire Club at another time.

Celebrity Visits

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