Clit piercing

As Master is always quick to remind me, there is much to discuss. I’m sorry that there haven’t been many play stories lately. Between work and family drama, I have been stressed to the max. He has been giving me a bit of a break from the pain.

Master is into body modification. I will do anything to please him. I have often played with the idea of a clitoral piercing… Since I was in middle school probably, but for one reason or another, I never did it. It was too sexual, too out there, for the way I was raised. I still thought about it though. I loved the idea of having a symbol of my rather rampant sexuality (though it was very repressed at the time) hidden right beneath my clothes.

I mentioned it off-hand, like, “I used to want to get the tips of my hair dyed pink when I was in high school.” But, the immediate response was, “We will have to do that then.” I met his eyes, and the devious twinkle was there.

I have come to love that twinkle. It is mischievous, dastardly, and sometimes downright evil. It can instantaneously quicken my pulse and cause my pussy to throb. It’s better than any drug.

It was inevitable then. We discussed it a little, here and there. I talked with a few people online about it. Everyone was so supportive and encouraging. The fact that Master wanted it… made the idea all the more intoxicating. We set a date. I knew that the piercing would take about 6 weeks to fully heal.  We decided that the weekend before I went out of the country for three weeks would be a good time. When I got back, it would be mostly, if not completely, healed.

I was a little nervous. I feel that was to be expected.

We went to the piercing studio around noon. I found the prospect of having the piercing much more arousing than frightening. In fact, I started to wonder if the piercer, Jake, might notice. Master came in to the room with me. I removed my clothes from the waist down and climbed up onto the table. At the piercer’s request, I opened my legs wide and let them rest. I was completely exposed. I felt completely at home. Under Master’s watchful eyes, I was measured and fit for a barbell. Master chose a light blue crystal for the top end of the piercing, for just a bit of sparkle.

I was told there would be a slight pinch as Jake adjusted the skin of my clitoral hood. It was nothing compared to the spankings I got from Master. I didn’t think anything of it. When he asked, I began taking deep breaths, in and out. In and…

Jesus! It felt like someone stabbed me in the clitoris.

And then it was over. Another pinch and the jewelry was in. Jake gently cleaned away any blood. I looked over at Master. He looked so proud. When Jake handed me the mirror to check out my new adornment, I was quite pleased. But it meant so much more to me that Master was pleased with me. I would turn myself inside out for him if I could, just for that glimmer of pride in his eye.