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What is here name?
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metalandmeat
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Google 'Brooke Jameson', there are loads more videos :D
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Considering the current state of Dermal anchors something like this story may very well be possible.

The Strapless Bikini

Written by John Black (2004)
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Today his latest project would be concluded, after weeks of preparation. Katie was ready for the beach, finally. All her piercings were in place and the aftercare and healing was coming along rather nicely. After all, with his new antiseptic formula this hadn't taken as long as it used to in his early days, and some salt water from the ocean wouldn't hurt either. He smiled when he strode through the vast underground exercise and training quarters of his renovated castle.
She waited for him in one of the exercise rooms. She stood with her back to the wall opposing the door, facing him when he entered the room. Standing with her legs slightly apart she was completely naked. Her hands behind her head, she was more than impressive. At 5'6 she had ample curves, but she was far from being overweight. She was a 37-25-35 beauty with nicely rounded hips, firm ass and flat belly. The akimbo position made her C-cup tits protrude provocatively. He loved this sight.
Katie was a natural blonde, but being hairless from the neck down you couldn't tell without knowing. Her skin was pale and untanned after such long a time in the dungeons, but they would start to change that today. He already pictured her with tan stripes, her skin almost golden but the larger part of her breasts remaining white, all the more enhancing the dark brown color of her areolas and nipples.
She had both nipples pierced horizontally, close to the base so that almost a quarter of an inch of nipple extended from the titanium 8ga bars. Those have been her first piercings, after extended exercises with the vacuum pump to elongate and thicken her naturally well-shaped nipples. Placing the bars so close to the base of the nipples was ambitious, but he planned for quite a few stretching exercises in the future. Even her new bikini would help in this regard.
Her tits were 100 percent natural, with that soft touch and feel and that slight sag only naturals could have. Around the base of each tit, about half an inch from her chest, she had twelve transdermals implanted, custom-made studs he manufactured himself in his little workshop, evenly spaced like the figures on a clock. The studs looked like little barrels, three eights of an inch in diameter and three quarters of an inch long. The tip was rounded and had a notch running around so that one could fasten a cap on top of it. The base of the barrel was firmly screwed to a disc roughly the size of a penny. That was the part under her skin, only the little stud stuck out. He had thought about welding the barrels to the disc, but then placement of the studs would have been more problematic than necessary.
The top of her new bikini consisted simply of two bag-like clothes, exactly made for the shape of her tits. Sewing them together has been far more difficult than he had anticipated, but he wouldn't have accepted anything less than perfect for this exceptional bikini. And for this exceptional woman. The sacks were made of dark red swimming suit lycra, having a black seam around their base opening, one inch wide with twelve eyelets made to fit over the protruding studs in her tits. The tip of the bags, where her nipples would go, have been cut off and were sewed to something that resembled a metal washer, about one inch in diameter with a half inch hole in the center.
He unscrewed one ball from her left nipple bar and slowly pulled it out. Katie shivered and slightly shook her shoulder-length blonde hair in eager anticipation. Her nipple became even harder, if that was possible. The first sack was gently placed over her left tit, and he carefully plugged each stud through the corresponding eyelet. Then he adjusted the metal washer at the tip so that her nipple plopped through the opening. It made for a tight fit, the nipple would have never gone through with the bar in it. Then he pushed metal caps over the studs to prevent them from sliding out of the eyelets. They locked with a remarkably loud click. Opening them again would not be easy, perhaps he had to cut threads and make them screwable. He filed away that thought for later reflection.
Before reinserting the bar he placed another washer of the same size over the nipple. This washer had four holes with threads in it, to accept four screws.
After repeating the entire procedure with the remaining bag for the right tit, he produced eight screws out of his waist pocket. They looked exceptionally slender, one inch long and only one eight of an inch in diameter. They fit perfectly into the holes of the topmost washers. He slowly began to screw, only one revolution per screw and then taking turns with the others.
When the screws hit the underlying washer, they of course couldn't dig into it and instead started to lift the second washer on top, creating a larger and larger gap between the two. And since the edges of Katies bars sat solidly on the top washer, the bars were lifted as well and Katies nipples began to stretch. She moaned approvingly, but he decided not to go to far too fast and adjusted the screws to a half inch stretch for each nipple.
Light sweat has built on Katies perfect body. He let her turn around to admire the reflection of the lights on her and the silky shine of her skin. Her breasts suggestively swung, the dark red lycra covering them like a second skin. And no straps to artificially hold them up or to criss-cross her back. He was very pleased with what he saw.
Now it was time to don the bottom part of her new bikini.
Katies shaved pussy was a spectacular view. In each of her outer lips she had three 6ga rings, almost three quarters of an inch in diameter. They stuck deep in the flesh, close to the base of the lips.
Her inner lips dangled loosely from in between. After weeks of stretching exercises they were close to two inches in length. Along the edge of each lip she had no less than eight 12ga rings, half an inch in diameter and evenly spaced from the very top to the bottom, not more than a third of an inch between them. At the base of the inner lips were three more piercings, little barbells, in direct line with the much larger rings of the outer lips. One could push a skewer from side to side, piercing both inner and outer lips at the same time. And that was exactly how he had done it. He still treasured the memory of this one very special session with Katie.
Now her clit had some quite unusual modifications. First of all the hood had been removed, so the center of her womanhood stood prominently naked and erect. Like with her nipples, intense vacuum pumping brought the pink knob from its tiny little origins to the proud size of the tip of her little finger. Around the base of her clit ran a metal band, one eights of an inch wide and inescapably held in place by a 14ga vertical barbell running right through the band.
The band made for a perfect socket to plug various caps over her clit, a feature they had used many times over in countless variations. They had used the plain metal cap preventing her to feel licks and strokes, leaving Katie cursing and kicking until he finally took it off, bringing her almost instantly to the top in one overwhelming, blinding shock wave. But they also tried more bizarre caps, ones with screws to be crushingly tightened or with sharp pins on the inside. Today he decided no cap was needed.
Her bikini bottom actually was made of two separate parts, both made of the same dark red lycra with black seams as the top. The first part was a round patch of cloth, about two inches in diameter with a black seamed half inch hole in the center. The second part looked the most like a normal albeit very daring bikini bottom, roughly triangular in shape, barely large enough to cover her outer lips from outside to outside and from just under her clit to the perineum. What was completely different from normal bikini bottoms were the two incisions from the top almost to the bottom side, about half an inch apart. The patch somewhat looked like the letter W.
Collecting the necessary items he found a black string from the same material as the seam on the other clothes, a small noose at one end. The other end was knotted to a loop on the flat underside of a metal cone. The cone had a rounded tip, was three inches long and at its base of the diameter of an ordinary golf ball. Three oversized titanium barbells came next, each a full one and a half inch long, 6ga, like the rings in her outer lips.
And he had two more metal washers like the ones used for her nipples and four more screws, but this time only half an inch in length.
To attach the bottom of her bikini, he made Katie lie down belly up on a workout bench at the wall of the room. Her ass was close to one end of the bench, her long legs spread wide and relaxedly dangling over the edge. She still glistened with sweat and tensely watched the mirror on the ceiling to see what happened next.
First he had to remove the six large rings of her outer lips. He accurately placed them next to her right thigh on the bench. Next he removed the three barbells from the base of her inner lips. Those also went onto the bench. Then he unscrewed the vertical bar on her clit. Slowly he pulled out the bar. Again Katie shuddered. Then he took the round patch and placed it gently over her exposed clit. Next came the noose of the string, then the two washers. He replaced the bar while carefully holding the cone in his hand for not pulling on her clit as long as all parts were still loose. When the ball on the bar was screwed on again, he couldn't resist and slowly let the cone go, dangling over the edge of the workout bench.
Katie reared up, forming an arc with her shoulders and bosom still square on the bench. She sharply took in a breath when the full weight of the cone pulled on her clit. More sweat formed little droplets on her body.
He took a moment to relish this picture of Katie half in pain and half in lust, all muscles tense, her nipples stretched and drawn out, while at the same time her clit pulled downward and stretched, protruding through a collar of dark red lycra. He briefly flicked his tongue over her throbbing pink knob. Katie moaned, touched her upper lip with her tongue. Before things escalated he picked up the cone and placed it on her belly. He smiled again. They wanted to go out to the beach before noon, after all. Katies breathing slowed somewhat down.
Next he put the triangular piece of cloth over her pussy. The top section overlapped the circular patch but didn't cover her clit. He fed her inner lips through the incisions. Now Katie had both outer lips and the innermost parts of her pussy covered while the inner lips were pulled through the slits in the dark red fabric. To fix the inner strip of cloth, he now took the cone again and set it down between her cheeks, directly in front of him on the bench. The string still attached to her clit went taut and pinched the lycra right into her moist slit.
The cloth had a number of strategically placed holes and loops that had taken him hours of trial and error to lay out in the right way. But now attaching the lycra was no problem. Through the fabric he pinched her right outer pussy lip with thumb and index finger. With his left hand he inserted one of the oversized barbells through the piercing hole in her labia maiora, pinning the cloth to her outer lip. He slowly pushed, and the bar went on, through the hole at the base of her right inner lip, coming out on the other side, through a loop in the center piece of the cloth, now running above the fabric and the string, then through another loop and her left inner lip. He changed hands, pinched together the left outer lip to push the bar further through the lycra again, through her left outer lip and again through the lycra, where he quickly screwed the ball back on.
In the same fashion the two remaining bars went through the middle and lower holes in her outer lips.
Katie remained very patient throughout the whole procedure, but now they were almost finished. One more time he flicked his tongue across the exposed top of her clit to bring her attention back to this delicate spot. He was rewarded with another moan. Then he reached for the remaining four screws.
As with the washers around her nipples, the screws went in one after the other, and he turned each one only once before switching to the next screw. Iteratively he took turns on the screws, and as before with her nipples her clit was slowly stretched. Katies breathed faster and faster, sweat ran in little rivulets from her body. He tightened the screws as much as he dared without injuring her, which meant that they went almost completely in.
Now there literally was only one dangling end left. He judged the length of the string and found it a little too long. That was corrected within a minute. Then he ordered Katie to pull up her legs and hold them with her hands, lifting her buttocks from the table and exposing her tiny little hole.
He generously covered her rear entrance with vaseline, then pushed the tip of the cone against her sphincter. In the first moment Katie instinctively cramped, but then she relaxed and he pushed a little harder. Slowly the cone went deeper. Suddenly it slid beyond resistance and was completely swallowed, trailing the black string, which in consequence was pulled taut again. Both, the relief of the pressure on her anus and the additional pull on her clit elicited Katie another moan coming deeply out of her throat.
When Katie got up, he quickly attached steel ball weights to the sixteen little rings of her dangling inner lips, pulling them taut to their full length. He let her spin around and admired the breathtaking sight.
It was perfect. The bottom of her bikini covered everything and nothing at the same time. Her beautiful buttocks were completely naked, and here was no string around her waist to hold up her panties. At the same time she could continue with her stretching exercises of her inner lips, and he had a beautiful view of her stretched nipples and clit. He had to remember to cover them with suntan lotion, as well as her elongated inner lips, but that was nothing he flinched from doing. He smiled charmingly. Katie was enthusiastic as well. She sashayed joyfully, making her ball weights cling and clang together and her breasts seesaw.
Hand in hand they went out into the bright sunlight, heading for the canvas chairs at his private beach.
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Thanks GouryG for a very erotic description. I agree that none of the story would now be beyond realisation. Oh what fun to try.
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Thanks, great story, loved it :D
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I found the story on BME a few years ago before the big change there.
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:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:
@GouryG:
thank you for this very interesting and thoughtprovoking comment.
why didn`t you repost it her for all the members to read in here?
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Woh - that 2nd pic shows a really bad boob job (how they hang in the centre)
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