Submission

At A Glance Author joe Contact joe@bme.anon Artist Self Studio Chez Joe Location In a mouse hole in the corner of a shoe-box.

I drank a fifth of smirnoff 100 proof to get up the courage to do it. It was the weekend of my 25th birthday, a sultry, steamy, June. I had a few friends over to celebrate with me. I had, had piercing experiences with my ears: three in the left and two in the right. But I had told my friends that tonite was going to be a special night; tonite was the night that I gained control over the things that so easily distracted me in the past. You see,(and I digress)my tongue and my cock had spoken things and thought things (respectively, of course) to me, and about me, that weren't in the script I had written for my life. For example:

There was the physical relationship I never wanted to be in...my cock was talking to me. It told me that I wanted this girl as my lover. The suggestive power of my dick overcame the ample reasoning of my mind. There is a beautiful girl child as a result, but her mother is a bitch. I cannot say that I didn't have fun, (I've never had a bad orgasm) but I told myself it was trouble before I began to get involved.

Then there is my loose cannon of a tongue. I could not begin to say how many times I have gotten into trouble with my words. I have a personality that people listen to. Most people I come in contact with are enamored with my words. I have a powerful presence both verbally and in text. When I tell someone to jump, they ask how high on the way up. In my lifetime, I have spoken many curses. On this night, on June the 10th, the cursing of my tongue, would come to an end.

The beginning of my personal ritual, began with a reading from the book of exodus. The Hebrew tradition of bond servitude. The place scene of all things under the submission of a master. This evening I was becoming my master. My will, my emotions, my cock, and my tongue, would be my slaves. Never again would I allow them to harm me or to destroy other people.

Believe it or not, piercing my foreskin was easy. I simply used a large gage safety pin. (vodka helps)! My tongue however, caused me a great deal of pain. I used and awl, the kind a carpenter uses. Which is the traditional Hebrew tool for piercing ears. Which I followed through with a standard barbell. I did not speak for a week. I didn't have sex (including masturbation) for a month. I kept to myself during those days, during the healing process, only receiving my closest friends. They comforted and consoled me.

My foreskin piercing healed very quickly, within the first 14 days, the throbbing, itching, and general soreness stopped. My worst problems occurred during week three. It had been 21 days since my last orgasm, I had woke up during the past few weeks with painful erections, but during the third week they became more intense. I think it was on about day 23 I had a disaster.

My dreams that night were pleasant enough, however I awoke to the most intense pleasure/pain I had ever experienced. During my sleep my mind had concocted a beautiful fantasy. My body was acting it out on my sheets. My foresikn piercing strained to the point of rupture. (I had piercied my foreskin twice, Horizontaly across) The left side gave in leaving a half inch scar that is a reminder today that one should always at least consult a professional in the art of body piercing when undertaking such endeavors. The piercing on the right side, however; is still intact. I wear a stainless steel loop throug it except when I CHOOSE to have sex.

Learning to talk again was difficult enough, but my oh MY! did I have fun the first time I had oral sex after then! Labial and percussive speech sounds were not difficult but the lingual sounds came with more difficulty. My tongue bled for almost a month, acid foods killed me. I lost fourteen pounds during my recovery. (only to regain it after I discovered that ice-cream felt really good!)

This story is titled "submission" and that is what I have accomplished through all of my piercing experiences. I have placed every part of my body that has metal through it under the submission of my higher self. I have reigned the most basic of my instincts. I have placed the Id and the Ego at the foot of my higher self. My passions, desires, and wants will never again overcome my needs. If you have endured this tale to the end, then welcome to my hyper, fuzzy, tattooed world.

My only regret, is that I didn't do it 10 years sooner.