Background — Phishing

From birth your skills and natural inclinations help shape the person you will become. To put it mildly, I was born with some very unusual skills. Some would call it mind control, but it started off in a much more subtle way: if I wanted you to do something, you'd want to do it as well. Over the years I've extended and refined my skills. It started with people, gradually expanded to objects, then time would slow down, and eventually whole dimensions would be created for my fantasies to come true.

Phishing: Not consciously selecting a fantasy but letting your subconscious choose for you. For most it's as rudimentary as closing your eyes, stroking yourself, and waiting for your mind to bring forth the perfect situation to get off. For me phishing is more like my gift playing match maker: subconsciously I have a fantasy I'd like to try and subconsciously you have a fantasy aching to be fulfilled.

I've never claimed to be a nice or kind person, but I've found my adventures to be significantly more satisfying if everyone involved wants the fantasy to come true, even if they only want it in the darkest corner of their soul and would never admit it under any other circumstances. I tend to avoid the people that are afraid and of their innermost desires. However, there are plenty of others who lick their lips in anticipation, hoping I'll help make one of their most secret fantasies a reality.

The following is the story of how I first got interested in piercing and is one of my most memorable phishing adventures.

It started like any other phishing trip. I'd been watching a special report on the dangers of body piercing when I felt my heart beat slowing down and the room gradually fading. Instinctively I closed my eyes as it's always easier if I couldn't see the transition.

Moments later I'm assaulted by the pungent smell of disinfectant. Opening my eyes the bright lights cause me to blink several times and I find myself in what is obviously a well stocked piercing studio. There's no door, but it would be years before I realized how much easier the transitions were if I created a central staging area where I could simply opened a door to any fantasy I desired.

Surveying the room I noticed that the wall in front of me was lined with jewelry display cases. Additionally, pictures of genital and nipple piercings adorned the walls and there was a fully adjustable medical examination type chair anchored to the middle of the room. I walked over to the chair and ran my hand along the soft leather, noticing an array of straps and stirrups just begged to be used. Beside the chair was a tray with all the supplies I'd need including three very large needles.

Replacing the cover I closed my eyes again and this time I heard movement. One of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen was now sitting completely naked in the chair. Caught in the middle of her own fantasy, her eyes were shut as she slowly caressed her thighs and chest. Her legs were pressed tight together so I couldn't see everything she has to offer, but my cock twitched in anticipation as she sensuously licking her lips with pierced tongue.

Smiling to myself I knew this is going to be a very fun night. Sometimes my gift amazes even me; this woman was perfect! Small breasts, well toned stomach, diamond studded belly button ring ... I'd always been attracted to athletic women and it was clear from her sculpted legs that she took good care of her body.

Oblivious to my attention her hands become more insistent as she spreads her legs and begins to lightly stroke her pussy. She'd trimmed the top to be an inverted triangle and I was captivated as her barely visible inner lips began to bloom with arousal.

Slowly her hand traveled up her chest to caress each breast before latching onto a nipple. Without hesitation she pinched and a stifled moan escapes her lips. As I watch she began tracing lazy circles around her clit while pinching and twisting her nipple hard enough that it started to turn and angry purple color. I could tell that she was quickly approaching and orgasm, but my erection has become almost painful and glancing to the tray I couldn't wait to get started.

"You know, we could just pierce them."

Startled, her eyes fly open and as she gasped in surprise. Her face seems to mirror the turmoil that must be going through her mind as her expression flashed between a look of 'Who the hell are you?' and 'How the hell did we get here?'

Subconsciously my gift took over and seamlessly incorporated me into her fantasy. Within seconds she visibly relaxed and, blushing at being caught pleasuring herself, dropped her hands to her sides. Taking over for her own hands, I gently massaged feeling back into her recently abused nipples.

"Hmmm," she moaned in appreciation while letting her eyes slowly explore my body.

I could feel her eyes burning into me and glancing at one of the mirrors that lined the walls I had to approve of her choice. You see, this is just as much her fantasy as mine. While I strongly preferred being tall and toned, little things like eye/hair color never really mattered to me so long as I had a good time. Judging by the flush blooming on her chest I'd say she liked the view.

With a small sigh she arched her back slightly pushing more of her breasts into my talented hands.

Using my gift I briefly skimmed the surface of her mind to ensure this is what she truly wanted. 'This is so surreal ... There I was, dreaming about a hot stud when suddenly he's right here taking over.' With a giggle she corrected herself, 'So maybe the slightly nerdy guy before isn't quite a hot stud, but he already has me dripping wet just from playing with my nipples. Imagine what he could do with his cock!'

Noting the direction of her thoughts, I flexed my erection and watched as a look of desire filled her eyes.

"So, do you want to do it?"

"Do what?" she asked with an audible gulp as her eyes hesitantly rose to meet mine.

"Pierce them, we have all the tools," I explained, gently squeezing a nipple with one hand and gesturing to the studio surrounding us.

For the first time, she let her eyes wander around the room taking in all of the pictures and various piercing paraphernalia. Squirming around in the chair, her flush of arousal only deepened as she considered my offer.

Again I used my gift to delve into her thoughts. Apparently, she'd wanted pierced nipples for quite a while. In fact, she'd actually gone to a piercing studio twice to get it done, yet had chickened out and instead ended up with a pierced belly button and tongue. She'd been worried about how much it would hurt, but it was actually the thought of a stranger piercing such an intimate area that made her back down.

Getting up without a reply she walked along the walls inspecting the pictures up close. After a few circuits she stops to study one of the pictures and a shudder went through her body. Peering around her I noticed it's one of the larger prints with a woman posed seductively on a stool, rings through both nipples and the sparkling promise of more from between her legs.

Turning towards me, that sparkle was mirrored in her eyes.

"Okay, but I get to pick the jewelry."

Sauntering over to the display case I couldn't help but notice the little extra sway to her step. Bending at the hips she examined the merchandise while I did the same.

"You are a naughty girl."

Looking coyly over her shoulder, she winked. "You know you like it. Now tell me what you'd recommend."

"Well, you can't go wrong with a captive bead ring," I replied while pointing and heading over to meet her at the last display case.

"Sounds good, but I've always had trouble with jewelry. Do you have anything for sensitive skin?"

"I know your nipples are sensitive, but just about any ring should do."

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she huffed while smacking my arm.

"Well, it looks like they have quite a selection of titanium rings. The titanium retains its shape so they'll be a little harder to put in place, but as an earth metal it won't stimulate any allergies and is less likely to be rejected. Plus they come in some really cool colors."

"Hmm, how about the gold colored titanium rings with blue balls?"

"You just wanted to say 'blue balls' didn't you?"

With a smile and a meaningful glance towards my slightly purplish nut sack, she struck a pose that clearly offered to relieve my tension.

"Careful, don't start something you can't finish."

"Trust me, I never do," she replied while sensuously licking her lips. "Besides, blue is my favorite color."

I nearly chocked when she reached over and gently stroked my still throbbing erection.

"<<Cough>> Yes, well blue will be fine," I stammered, vainly trying to maintain control of the situation.

As if startled out of her own fantasy and back into mine, she quickly removed her hand and took several calming breaths.

When it seemed that her full attention was back on piercings I continued, "I'd also recommend a larger gauge. It will hurt more initially, but you'll be able to play with them rougher later."

"That makes sense. So, 14 gauge?"

When I shook my head, she visibly gulped before timidly asking, "12 gauge?"

"How about 10 gauge?"

When she nervously nodded I grab three rings and we head back to the center of the room. Hopping up into the chair I notice she immediately began to relax and take deep calming breaths.

"I see you've done this before."

She again nodded and I decided to see just how far I could take this fantasy.

"Now, you know this is going to hurt and if you jerk we may have to start all over."

Using one of the very large needles I pointed to the array of this leather straps on the chair. "Maybe we should use the straps?"

While my cock was now painfully erect, a small part of me worried that I might be pushing things too far. Using my gift I again checked her surface thoughts. 'Hmm, I've always wanted to be bound. Piercing my nipples is one of my darkest fantasies, but being strapped down while a man has his way with me is my favorite!'

"If you think it's necessary," she hedged, careful not to sound too enthusiastic.

Moving in front of the chair I reached towards her but instead of grabbing the straps I pulled out the stirrups. She stifled a moan when I firmly grasped her leg, placed it in the stirrup and strapped it into place.

"Since when did piercing my nipples require me to be fully exposed?" she huffed, vainly tried to keep knees together and obviously struggling not to appear too eager.

"I told you not to start something you couldn't finish and this guy is getting a little lonely," I replied, gesturing towards my erection.

"Besides, it would probably be a very good thing if you were distracted when I pierce these."

"True," she moaned as I lightly tweaked her nipples and made no attempt to resist when I strapped her thighs in place.

Now fully exposed, I expected more of a struggle and decided to use my gift to see how far she wanted me to take this. 'I feel so deliciously naughty! I wonder how it would feel to have that wonderfully thick cock completely filling me... '

Pulling back, I was amazed at the intensity of her desires. I was now even more eager to begin and quickly attached the straps around her shoulders and wrists. Finally, I attached a strap around her waist that would allow her to arch her back but prevented her ass from leaving the chair.

"Want to watch?" I asked indicating the last strap that would keep her head tilted back and have her looking at the ceiling tiles the whole time.

"Please, can I?"

"Of course" I replied while reaching up to adjust her head rest.

Stepping between her legs I slowly traced my hands down her thighs.

"Hey!" she gasped struggling against the restraints, "That's not fair."

"You know it will be better if you're distracted," I replied with a wink as I used my cock to tease her now dripping slit.

"Ooh."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, pulling just far enough away that she could still feel the warmth of my presence without us actually touching.

"No!" she practically screamed.

This time without any prompting my gift shared her surface thoughts with me. 'Are you nuts? Here I am, completely strapped down while this gorgeous man is teasing me with his cock. The little bastard didn't let me finish earlier and I'm certainly not going to stop him now. Then again, I probably shouldn't sound too eager... '

After hearing her thoughts I couldn't help but smile as in a timid voice she offered, "Maybe a little warning next time? I've never done something like this before."

By this point she was more than wet enough, but the angle was all wrong. Slowly, I lowered the chair back and raised her knees until I found the best alignment. Finally I reached up and re-adjusted the head rest so that she could watch without straining her neck.

"Hmm, that feels better," she purred.

I was now able to easily slide my cock the entire length of her slit. I'd never really been much of a romantic, but it didn't hurt to be nice. This fantasy is actually turning out to be a lot of fun, yet I worried about being able to keep it this light hearted once I started with the piercings.

Even though I'd never done this before, looking over the supplies on the tray I instinctively know exactly what to do. Obviously my gift was filling in again and I was thankful to know enough that I didn't have to worry about messing up. Plus, it's not like she could get an infection or suffer any permanent damage. If things didn't go well she'd never know if I used my gift to move the ring and heal the mistake. However, I've always been a perfectionist and that just felt like cheating.

Wanting to keep the experience slightly realistic, I reached for the bottle of disinfectant. For some reason I've always enjoyed the smell of disinfectant and the coolness of it on the skin. As I began swabbing her breasts I made sure to use its tingly coolness to stimulate her nipples as much as possible.

"That's cold!" she squealed and again my gift made her surface thoughts known to me. 'This may be crazy but I can't tell if I'm shivering more from the cold or from anticipation. I mean, I still can't believe I'm actually doing this. He's got that wonderful cock all over me and my nipples have never felt so good.'

"That feels nice," she shuddered, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensations.

"Oh?" The cleaning finished I grabbed hold of her left nipple and tried to gather my thoughts. I was still surprised at how she was practically begging to be pierced. Hmm, begging to be pierced, now that could be fun...

"Do you like it?" I asked while lightly running my cock along her, slit carefully avoiding her clit and pulling on her nipple. She was straining against the straps, trusting towards me in a vain attempt to get more contact.

"That feels go so good," she moaned as a slightly desperate look bloomed across her face and I continued to avoid directly stimulating her clit. Every time I dipped lower she attempted to roll her hips and force me to enter her, but so far I'd resisted the temptation.

Regardless of how much I knew she wanted it, I still worried about hurting her. As I watched her squirm my gift told me it was time to proceed and, steeling my resolve, I picked up the first needle.

Knowing she was distracted by my cock I asked, "Do you want me to put it in?"

"Yes!" she begged.

With that I tightened my grip on her nipple and I force the needle through.

Her eyes flash in pain, but all she could do was crane her neck to see the needle now protruding from her nipple. She never cried out, but did whimper when I slowly insert the jewelry.

"You actually did it," she gasped. This time her surface thoughts were in complete anarchy, but the strongest was 'Wow, I can't believe he actually went through with it!'

"Of course I did, do you like it?" I asked while picking up a small mirror from the tray.

"It looks awesome!" she gushed, peering at the mirror and craning her head from side to side trying to see it from every angle at once. For some reason she just couldn't keep from smiling as she leaned her head back and enjoyed the adrenalin rush coursing its way through her system.