Granger 02
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 02 - Mary takes a hand
So began the second phase of my development. With nothing round about my age that had the necessary erotic charms I desired, I was forced to look around amongst those women of more mature age, who had not forsaken the delights of corsets and high heels and other assets I needed to turn me on. I had no idea about taking someone without them and training her to my desires as I eventually did. I wanted someone who fulfilled my requirements there and then.
My mother had a friend, who frequently came to our house, and whom I had known for many years. She was a widow, named Mary Carpenter, and I remember her being married from our house. Her maiden name was Mary Taylor. She drew my attention for she had a fine mature figure, with a good high bust, good legs, but what attracted me was that she had a nice neat waist, was obviously well corseted, and usually wore high heels, up to 4 inches at times. Nor had she gone in for the prevailing bob or shingle but wore her hair dressed up on the top in the old style. Actually she was about 16 years older than myself, but she would have to be to have developed such a fine figure, which she liked to show off with well cut dresses or costumes. Her waist was about 22 inches, with fine hips and large full breasts, which gave her a good carriage and walk, on her high heels showing off her legs and slender ankles to perfection. She was also a good cook and housekeeper, with brown, rather fuzzy hair, with very few grey hairs. She had her teeth done after her husband died, and that improved her looks a great deal.
We were thrown together a great deal while we sat and talked in the house. Then the Saturday evening I would put on my corsets and walk down to the library to change my books for the week. I invited her to come with me and she was quite ready to come. So we walked together and I slipped my arm in hers as we walked together. I pressed my arm into her waist and could feel the stiff well-boned corsets, and the firmness of her tightly laced waist. When I pressed her arm against me, I guess she must have felt my corsets too. She must have felt me feeling her corsets, and I know she was aware of my kinks, as my parents had found some of it out and no doubt told her. So we talked about corsets and high heels, and she told me she had special My Lady Corsets, which kind she had worn for years, as she liked a good firm corset, and also high heels too, which she said helped her to wear them, as they threw the body into the proper angle for the straight front type she wore. I said I liked the feel of tight corsets myself, and liked the feel of her waist, around which I put my arm and squeezed hard, and she did not object at all. It was a delightful walk that night.
When I put my hand behind her corsets I could feel that there was about a one inch gap in the lacing and I said so, and that I would love to pull them close. She said they were a new pair and so she had not got then closed yet, but next time when I went out with her I saw her smile as I put my hand at the back for they were closed right to, which thrilled me as I told her. She said they were 22 inches at the waist, which was small for that period and they had to be ordered specially. I asked her if she had ever been smaller. She smiled and said, "Yes. Once I had a 19 inch pair for a time." I complimented her on her high heels, and she told me my father said she had them too high to which I said that was not so for me. So she mostly wore her high heels or boots when out with me and her corsets closed too. Why? Well why does a woman do things to please a man?
I took some photos of her and one of them I touched up on the enlargement by adding a pair of pendant earrings and making up the lips and eyes and asked her what she thought of it. But she said "Not really like me", and I pinned her down, she answered she thought she might by saying, "Well I haven't any earrings to wear nor have I got my ears pierced either, although I have often wished I had them done. Also that I had some earrings to wear."
I told her I would be pleased to pierce them for her and it would not hurt either. To which she wanted to know how I knew that. Then she looked at my ears and said, "I think you have tried piercing your ears for I can see the marks and feel a little lump in each one where you did it. Are they really pierced?" I said they soon could be, and I took a piece of wire and pushed it through the old wounds with ease. I could also make her some earrings if she wished to wear if I could pierce them. She said, "We must wait and see. Perhaps I will let you do it for me." When we passed an Indian lady with nostril jewels I said how I admired the jewelled nostril, and she agreed they were attractive and wondered why women did not adopt the idea. She was remarkably easy for me to talk to about all my secret ideas, and erotic longings, and so despite our age differences we found we were kindred souls in many ways.
Not long afterwards she invited me to spend a week of my holiday with her at her mother's home near Colchester. Her mother was an invalid so we should be on our own most of the time. I went down by motor cycle. We went out for a walk and talked as usual about the things that interested me. We lay down in the summer sun in the long grass while we talked and I put my arms about her waist. I led her on by a series of questions to find out what she felt about me, and at last she pulled my head to hers and pressed her lips to mine in a thrilling kiss which stirred me to the roots.
Soon after I had first put my arm around her waist and she had not objected, I tried successfully to bring my other hand up under her breasts, but although she pretended to resist that, it soon became easy to do and it was delightful to feel the pair of heavy breasts in my hands. So I had enjoyed myself again, and had gone as far as trying to draw out her nipples, which made her wriggle and protest, but not too much, so I had persisted. Then at last she had pressed her body a against mine and I guessed that I could go as far as I wanted for she had been turned on. But I was in no hurry, as the pleasure was better if protracted, and I knew I could get even better results later in the evening. However we played about and she looked at my ear lobe, saying, "You have been piercing it again, as I can see and the lump inside is quite hard. So I gave her a needle and told her to put it through for me which she did saying that she did not want to hurt me. She was surprised how easily it went through and I asked her to put my crude earrings in place, which she did, then pressed me to her and kissed me once again passionately. I very soon got her to admit that she loved me, although she had tried not to do so as there was such large age difference. "Why " she said, "had I not been born about 15 years later?" to which I replied that then I suppose she would have been shapeless like the younger women I had met and would not have been attractive to me.
I explained how I had pierced my ears and that I would like to do hers. She said "If you bring me a pair to wear I will let you do them for me, as I have long wanted them pierced, but I have been told that it had to be done with a red hot needle, and one of my friends who had it done had bad ears for a long time afterwards."
I told her that it did not hurt much and that mine had not gone wrong, so I thought that I could make a good job of hers. She had well formed ear lobes.
In the evening, as she sat in front of me, I fondled her breasts and squeezed her ear lobes, in between kisses. I slid my hands down inside her blouse until I could really make intimate contact with her breasts, which gave me a thrill, although she protested as I went in, when I got there her protests ceased and she responded as expected, so that she was quite willing to let me see them as well as feel them.
Her jumper came off and her petticoat to, then she stood quite boldly before me in her knickers and corsets, with those beautiful globular breasts, firm and hard, with the nipples well erect bulging over the top of the corset. I could now kiss them and she wriggled in ecstasy over the treatment. So we played, kissed and fondled each other, but I but went no further that day.
But next day we went by motor cycle to Clacton, wearing a thin summer dress, which showed off her figure well. As we lay down side by side on the sands my hand was around her waist, and again I could feel a gap in the laces of about an inch, which I began to pull in through the thin dress. She said I have a new pair on again, and tonight you can lace them closed if you are good. I was eager to get home, and we very soon had her undressed to her corsets, and I was quickly at work pulling them close.
She asked it I had brought my corsets with me and what size they were, and when I said 22 inches she said, "Let me try a pair of mine on you", and she brought down her old pair, of My Lady, into which she helped me, which was a thrill to me, and then to have her pull the laces tightly until they were closed and tied tightly, and the suspenders pulled tight to a pair of stockings. She said I have a pair of old shoes you may get into. They had four inch heels, and I squeezed my feet into them. After that we played and fondled one another, until I ventured to put my hand down into her private parts, where she resisted for a time but eventually succumbed and was as malleable as warm plastic in my hands.
Then she said, "You have things to play with, and I am going to find something too."
So she undressed me except for the corsets, stockings, shoes and earrings she had put in, until my erected penis was in her hands. It was one of the most wonderful thrills which shook me from top to toe when she gripped it with her warm feminine hand, and it was like an electric shock. We lay on the floor, naked except for our corsets, and I played with her breasts, vagina and her clitoris until she began to work my penis up and down, and the passion mounted on both sides, until, despite my efforts to control, the climax was reached and I ejaculated copiously into her hand. At the same time, from the movements of her body, I think she too had an orgasm.
She said, "You are very large and strong and I am rather small."
So the next evening we got on well, I had been wearing her corsets all day and she had hers closed. So we played, and stripped and this time I removed her corsets too, and it was then that I saw the scars on her waist, which she then told me had been caused by wearing a cheap pair of 19 inch corsets to get smaller, and steels had broken at the waist. She was out at the time and because she was so tight had not felt them break, nor much of the pain, nor could she remove them so had to wear them home, to find herself covered in blood, and the wounds had gone septic so leaving the scars for the rest if her life. This time I kissed her breasts, played with her clitoris, while she gripped my penis, hard as iron in her hand. She pulled me to her and on the top of her, opening her legs saying that she could not hold out any longer, and I must give her what she desired.
I said that I would like it with our corsets on, so she stood up and was naked in front of me. The effect of her life long wearing of corsets showed very well, for her body curved in delightfully into the waist from below her large full well rounded breasts, with the nipple proudly erected, and then swelled out to her large broad hips, with the brown pubic hair curling over the ripe lips of her vagina. So she quickly snapped on her corsets and helped me into mine, and we clasped each others firm hard waists, and pressed our bodies together until the busk fronts met.
Meanwhile I was caressing her breasts and working with my finger into her vagina, playing the clitoris, which made her press her lips passionately to mine. She said, "You are working me up beyond endurance, and I wonder if this very large tool you have will enter me, for I am not very large, but I can feel that it too, is ready for action. I must try it right away." So she pulled me down beside her on the couch, on which she stretched her corseted body, then taking my hand pulled me down on top of her while she opened her legs wide to receive me. Then taking my penis in her hands she guided it in to the entrance, which I could feel, warm and velvet like, moist and hot with passion. "Love me, love me," she murmured. "Push it hard into me, and I will see if I can take it." It was almost indescribably delightful to feel my male organ forcing its way into her body, further and further, while she gripped me and pushed harder against me, until with a sigh of satisfaction it was right home. She said, "I have taken it. Now push it again, and again, to see how far it will go, for you are reaching right into my heart. As for myself, this was my first sexual embrace and it was deliriously enjoyable. However as this was my first attempt, and I had not real control. I felt myself coming to a climax and at that point I quickly withdrew to ejaculate outside. She did not want to let me go, and I had to pull away, but I felt that as she was still of' an age for pregnancy and I was not yet sufficiently fully committed at that stage, I had better be careful, for I had only got a post as uncertificated teacher, and my salary was not enough to keep a wife. I was working away from home at the time, and still had my motor cycle to pay for. I went home most weekends.
However now could open any subject, for all the barriers were down. What I had done once I could again, perhaps go even further if I desired. It also made it possible for me to order things which could be sent to her address and in her name if I wished. So I ordered various simple things to make earrings to get her to keep her promise. So I ordered diamante chatons, mounts silver and rolled old wire in various sizes, and other things for making earrings. Also a professional handpiercer which was a steel point, four sided, which slipped into a short length of silver tube, about 1/16 inch diameter, and this in turn slipped into the screw top of the handle made of bone. To use it a piece of cork or raw potato was held behind the ear. The needle pointed head and silver tube was quickly driven in up to the handle. This was removed and also the point, leaving the silver tube through the flesh. The sleeper ring or wire of the earring was put into one end of the tube, so that when it was pushed or pulled out the sleeper etc, followed through, and was left through the perforated flesh without trouble, little pain or bleeding.
With the wire, jewels, sheet and rod Xylonite plastic, which could be dyed any colour in alcoholic solution, and this I could turn or cut out to give various shapes as desired. So at home I set to work to make earrings, remembering her promise. I also sent away for a pair of Twilfit Corsets reducing model, costing about 15 shillings with six suspenders, one pair crossing over from the waist to the opposite side, and these were 21 inch waist size.
As I said there was now no need to pretend, and we could enjoy one as much as we would. In fact, a short time after my first trial, we removed our corsets and this time I could feel the intimate contact of her body all the way. We were once more in a close embrace. She was a very good worker, and to feel those full breasts beneath me, and her vagina gripping my hard penis tightly, working together until we both achieved we both achieved the final climax together was the best thing in life. Each time, despite her resistance I withdrew in time.
I went to bed in my corsets and in the morning she came into bed with me, stripping quite unashamedly down to her corsets, and we enjoyed one another again. I asked her if she had ever been pregnant, to which she replied that her husband had not wanted children but she would have like them, as she said she was made to feed them.
When eventually I had to leave, I took her old corsets to wear, as I said I ordered a new pair. I also made two pairs of earrings for her. One, a pair of purple pendant drops, and the other a single red pear shaped drop, both on gold wires.
I took the earrings and several kinds of piercing tools down with me, wearing her old corsets on the journey. She met me readily, with a passionate kiss and I asked her if she was prepared to have ears done. She said, "You haven't got them, have you? Show me." I showed her both pairs and she said I had made them very well, so she was pleased with them. Then I showed her the tools at which she shivered. I told her it need not be painful and offered to demonstrate. She liked the idea of the spring piercer and I showed her how it clipped on her ear. When I put the needle in place, eye end down, at which she queried the fact that I had got it in the wrong way. However, I said, "You see, it is quite simple. If I were going to pierce your ear I would pull the spring back so! Then I would release it so!" and suiting the action to the words I did just that, and the needle sank with a satisfying thud through her ear into the cork behind it. She said, "What did you do? Did you take the needle out? I heard a thud and a slight feeling in my ear. I suppose it will work when you do it properly?" I said, " I did not take the needle away, and it did work." So I slipped the needle free and took off the tool, leaving the needle transfixing her lobe. Then I showed her that it was so, and she saw the needle through her car, she promptly fainted, at which I removed the needle and with a little trouble got the wire of one of the earrings through the hole, which bled slightly, so that scarlet drops of blood fell one by one from her pierced lobe. A piece of cotton wool was put on to stop the blood. I soon had the tool on the other ear, as I said you cannot have just one done, so I must now do the other one, and after the first one she made objection and very soon the other one was likewise ornamented with a dangling pendant.
She could not believe they had been done so easily and painlessly, also she liked the feel of them dangling from her lobes, and while they smarted a bit, they did not hurt. I took off the swabs and bathed away the off the swabs so she could survey her pierced lobes in the glass. Then I got her to put the red drops into my own ears.
Then I asked her if the corsets I had ordered had come. So she fetched down the long square box, from which I quickly extracted a brand new pair of stiff, long corsets. Helping me to thread the laces, she then helped me remove her old pair, and aided me into the new ones. After I had settled them on to my body she got to work behind me pulling with might and main on the laces, up and down, and up, again until she had got them really closed at the back, and I felt beautifully, tightly constricted, and tight, and as she did so, at intervals, she played with my erected penis. Nor was I inactive, for I was fondling her breasts and stroking the nipples, until we were both at the peak of sexual excitement. I had bound her head so that her ears were well uncovered, and her earrings swung freely. Then I lifted her well corseted body onto the sofa and she pulled me down to cover her. Her hands grasped my penis and inserted it into her body, gripping me with her arms over me, saying, "Darling, love Polly, (which was my pet name for her), love her lots, and lots. She wants you all." I thrust hard and determined, lost in a world of wonder; each thrust penetrating deeper and deeper until she told me I was reaching right into her heart. Her legs came up and over to hold me in, and I did not care what happened, for I had thrown all reserves away. I could feel that the climax was near, but I continued with my rhythmical actions, until at last I could contain myself no longer, and the climax came, whereupon I drove my iron hard penis deeply into her, and she knowing that it was about to occur, and reaching her orgasm at the same time forced herself up on to it and pressed my in with arms and legs while I released loves hot larval flood in ejaculatory jets; whereupon she, feeling this, began to work, with an orgasm of ecstasy, which continued, until we both fell into a relaxed doze, with our bodies still joined as one. I had really burned my boats, and I did not regret it, nor did she.
In about an hour we awoke refreshed. Then I removed her corsets and she took off mine, and this time we enjoyed one another, with our fully naked bodies in contact. Her legs were again raised high and clasped over me and again I enjoyed a full release of seminal fluid within her, which, when she felt it, she gripped me tightly and worked hard to extract every last drop. We were both quite reckless of any consequences that might come from it.
In the morning she was into bed with me again, and at her request, I took out her earrings, as she said, "When you go you can put them in again, and I will wear them all the time until you return, by which time they will be permanent." As I was a bit self conscious of what I had done, I did so. There was no bleeding nor soreness, the tiny holes soon closed over, but she too had little hard lumps where the piercing had been done like my own.
We tried several methods of coitus. One she liked was for me to lie down on the floor with. penis erect. Then she lowered her body on to it until it had gone in the full 9 inches. I could see from her face that she was feeling it pressing up inside her. She said, "Press up hard inside me. I like it although it hurts me as it goes so far, but the sensation, even of the pain is delightful and I cannot have too much!" As she sat there I played with her nipples and she moved up and down until we were brought to a successful climax. She said, "You are indeed very big, and I wondered if I could take it all, which I did, but only just."
When we got ready for a walk she laced my new corsets on as tightly as possible, so I could feel them gripping my waist and hips. I had on a pair of stockings so that the six suspenders pulled them down on my hips, when tightly adjusted. Then I got her to lace the old pair on top, so I felt delightfully stiff. On a long walk I had to endure them, willy nilly, but I found that while I could endure the pressure on the ribs and waist, the pressure on the hip bones soon became excruciating agony long before I got home. I had to take off the upper pair and loosen the laces over the hips until the circulation had returned. Then she relaced me, and I put on the high heeled shoes, which I found in some way relieved the pressure.
It was the last day of the holiday that I repierced her ears as promised and put in the red drops, which I thought would be more suitable for daily wear while the holes were healing. This time she made no trouble, and the needle was driven over the old piercing, which could still be seen. So when I left, she had them in place and promised to keep them there. She wrote later to say that they were going on nicely. Several of her friends had noticed them and asked who had pierced them for her, how it was done and did it hurt, but all agreed that they suited her. One day she had caught one when combing her hair, pulling it out, but found it easy to replace it, although it had been sore for some days after. At the end of a month she could report that they were now quite easy and comfortable, and she wished they had been done long ago. She could take them out and replace them soon after quite easily.
Meanwhile I had made several pairs of ornaments for her ears, trying them all on my own ears; but these were made with silver wires, somewhat thicker than the gold ones. Also during that period I had experimented on myself. I now had two pairs of corsets to wear and my ears were still quite easy to open. So I tried to pierce my septum, for I thought that if that was pierced with a length of embroidery cotton I could tuck the ends up out of sight and it would be practically invisible.
I did it with the chisel-ended needle fixed in a wood handle. When I found a nice thin place, well up out of sight, I gave the needle a good, hard sharp push. It was painful, making the tears start from my eyes, but it was soon through. Pulling the handle away I pulled the needle and the well anointed thread through, leaving a knot on one end. I tied a knot on the other and cut off the needle, then tucked the ends up inside, out of sight and there it remained. In a week the hole was established. I could cut the thread away. It was a bit difficult finding the hole, but I did get the crochet bodkin through and so pulled in a number of threads to enlarge it. At last I could get the bodkin in right up to the flat part, or a piece of tapering plastic, about one eighth of an inch thick through. Although it was quite permanent for a time, in some way I broke the skin inside and the hole grew together and disappeared. But it was very erotic to feel something heavy hanging from the nose and tapping on the lips or chin while it lasted. When I did lose the hole I made up my mind to repierce it someday. This was one thing I never told Mary nor am I sure that anyone ever guessed that I had a pierced septum. This was perhaps a pity, for I am sure that I could have got Mary to have her septum pierced and stretched so that she could have worn a heavy ring through it, which I could have held during sexual embrace. No doubt she would have helped to stretch mine also. As she had often said that she thought Hindu nostril jewels attractive I am sure I could have encouraged her to have her nostrils pierced and fitted with a jewelled stud on each side, and I am sure these would have suited her well, and she would have often worn them.
There were lots of things I could have done with Mary if I had known about them. She would have loved a pair of 5½ inch heeled shoes or 6 inch heeled boots to wear. Also if I had got her smaller waisted corsets made to measure, down to 20 inches, then a pair of high busted corsets in black satin, with a 19 inch waist, or even 18 inches. What a delightful task to pull her in until she fainted, but even so to insist that she keep them on until closed in the back, and then to wear them day and right until her body became accommodated to the size. Then to get that 18 inch pair, an inch smaller, and pull in again, by which time her bust and hips would have given her a stupendous figure with that 18 inch waist, so fragile and lovely. I guess that if we had gone so far I would never have left her.
Next time I came to visit her, she came to meet me, and it gave me a thrill to see the red drops in her ears. She said that the piercings had healed up. So I asked her to put in the long purple drops, and she looked most attractive in them. The red drops were soon put through my ears again and my corsets were put back and laced up. She delighted in these tasks. Then I showed her the earrings I had recently made; a pair of large red circles, some very long mauve pendants, some long white drops and some black drop pendants. She said, "You have been busy and they all look very nice, but I cannot wear them all at once." Here I missed out, by not saying that would be possible if you let me pierce your ears round the edge so you can an do so. Perhaps she would have fallen for it.
These had all been made with silver wire which was thicker. In fact one pair had a thick screwed wire with a nut on the back to keep the stud up to the lobe. I now learned a lesson. That it is better to pierce and use a thick wire to begin the job, so that the holes will afterwards take the thickest wires likely. If one uses a fine wire after piercing the tunnels through, the flesh will grow to that size and the thick wires do not go in freely. In Mary's case I found they had to be forced in with plenty of ointment, to help work them through as they had to stretch the tiny tunnel and the result was that they ruptured the tender skin, giving her a pair of sore ears for a week or so. Even after wearing the thicker wires the holes tended to shrink back again to the smaller size. It is far better to use thick wires, at least 1/16 inch thick, when the holes are first made. Sleepers should be made thicker to give holes of this is size. This perforation will now take the thickest wired ornament that is commercially available with comfort, and furthermore it will be found that the piercing will heal much quicker and more permanently than the tiny ones.
I feel that the use of such thin wires for piercing is due to the pretence that the ears must not show an obvious piercing, so they must he as undetectable as can be.
Advocates of the old fashioned method, which was to pierce with a heavy darning needle or even better, a steel knitting needle, which had been sharpened to a chisel point, which had been made red hot, so that after piercing the red hot metal was quickly pushed through the flesh, painfully searing, burning and cauterising the flesh round the hole; this always produced large clear holes, which never closed up.
I never really experimented only once with an attempt to burn in a piercing. It was done, many years later as an experiment. For this I used a short length of nichrome wire, fine gauge to which I connected to a 12 volt accumulator. When the current was passed through it quickly began to glow, if the length was short enough. I sharpened the end of the wire, pushed it through the top of my ear, and when it was through I connected up. There was very soon a sharp, searing sensation where the wire went through. Then the flesh around began to steam and blacken round the glowing wire.
I switched off, after a minute, pulled out the wire, leaving an obvious hole with no bleeding. I noticed that after the first period of burning, there was little more pain, but in the beginning the pain was intense, but bearable. It was sore for some days , and as I did not want a piercing there I had a lot of trouble to get it to close up again. I guess that if I had left it alone I would have had a large permanent hole as soon as it had healed, for the burnt core would have then been the sleeper.
We had to use lots of ointment to coax the thick wires through, and I had to insist that she continue to wear the thick wires for a week or more and to wear them at regular intervals, so that after a time her ears were able to take the thickest pairs with ease, and when empty were quite obvious, which was what I wanted.
I think that had I done her nostrils, I would have done them this way, so that her nostrils would have been obviously pierced with a large hole. With two jewels in her nostrils, a large ring through her septum, and her waist pulled in to a pair of 18 inch black satin corsets on 6 inch heels she would have presented a wonderful wasp-like figure, and with a figure like that, who would quibble about some barbaric jewellery? She could have had several piercings in each ear, all jewelled.
For if she had had such a figure, she would have been proud to show it off to the best advantage. She always had her dresses and costumes well fitted, likewise she was pleased to exhibit the shape of her fine bust. One period she got a new pair of corsets for herself. They ware a different corset, an Abdo, rather higher under the bust than before, which raised her breasts to Jayne Mansfield proportions. I soon noticed she was different, and she said, "Do you like Polly's new corsets? Feel them. They are delightfully stiff and high. Do you like Polly's chest when she blows it out?" Suiting the action to her words, by inhaling and expanding her chest to the utmost, so that it overspilled above the new corset top. She said, "I had quite a time getting a long stiff pair small enough, for I used to buy them in Cambridge. These are 21 inches and the smallest pair they had. The corsetiere in charge at the shop told me she rarely had much call for such small sizes today, but she congratulated me on keeping my figure which she said was superb. That she thought women were foolish to discard them as they would regret it later."
If only I had thought about, or read about the idea of piercing the female nipples as was done to help to enlarge them, I would have suggested it to her and no doubt got her sold on the idea, for she had no inhibitions on that score, and knew, that to increase their size would increase her sexual attractiveness, and also add to her sensual feelings. She knew that she liked hers, and that was what men admired in a woman. If I could have pierced her nipples, putting thick, heavy rings through those ruby domes, they would have been easily seen outlined on the tight bulges where her nipples already showed clearly and unashamedly. What a delight to play with these rings passing through those sensitive spots, that would help me to turn her to sexual activity.
Why did I never get her to pierce me in return and so share a mutual thrill as I had done when I had pierced her ears. She would have felt a reciprocal emotion which would have driven her on, so she might have delighted in piercing my ears, nostrils and even my penis. Maybe even trying the red hot needle instrument. It would have been a wonderful sensation for her to thrust a red hot needle through my lobes on the first day of a long holiday, so that by the end the holes would have been healed and well formed. We tried many things indeed and I learned a lot of experience from Mary. That is why the first chapters have been written, for without my early history and the five years with Mary, I should never have gone on to the next stage, so Ethel would never emerged like a butterfly from its chrysalis. Therefore there would have been no production to follow.
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