6:15 PM I was at the piercers, envelope in hand, as I had been instructed. I was more than a little bit nervous, but since I had been seeing this dominant woman for some time, I did feel that she would not steer me wrong.
At A Glance Author Frank Contact urbinski@yahoo.com When N/A Artist Julie Studio Not supposed to say Location NYC Area People get piercings for many reasons, aesthetic, sexual, etc.. This was to be a sign of my submission, and a little reminder everyday of my 'place'. As if I needed any more reminders, but those of you in submissive roles, no doubt, know what I am talking about.
I fidgeted nervously in my seat waiting for my name to be called. Finally 6:35, Julie came out from behind the curtain and called my name. I stood nervously, and followed her back to 'the room'. Julie made a point of showing me more than I wanted to see about the sterility and cleanliness of the room and it's equipment. She also commented that my domme had called and reserved her specifically to perform my piercing, and had selected a lovely gold captive bead ring. I may have already been sweating.. but this caused me to sweat even more. Julie also said that there would be an envelope for her with additional instructions.. did I have it?
In my panic, I had almost forgotten to hand it to her.. I did so, and she tore it open. Inside was a few bills, and a letter, no doubt with exacting instructions, the type I have become so familiar with.
Julie read the note, chuckled, and re read it. She pocketed the bills, and said to me, ok, I have some instructions for you. Fist off, please remove all of your clothing, stack it neatly over there in the corner she said pointing to another chair. I diligently undressed, feeling quite awkward as I removed the womens panties that my mistress requires me to wear at all times, exposing my cleanly shaven crotch.
Julie had me sit up on the bench, and then left the rom for a moment. She returned with 3 other people, two of whom began talking about my lack of pubic hair, and pointing, and the third who began taking pictures of the entire procedure. A fourth person arrived with a light, which was aimed at my crotch while Julie donned her latex gloves, and lubed up a Qtip. She handled my penis and marked it on the underside of the head slightly off center with a black marker, then the Qtip was unceremoniously shoved into my penis, and was more than a little uncomfortable. More pictures were taken each time I was subjected to some new procedure.
At this point I was really breaking out in a sweat.. with no idea of what was to come next. A tube was gently inserted INTO my penis, and at this point Julie said, I need you to breathe slowly in and out 3 times. On the 3rd you will feel a small pinch. In, out.. In, out... In... YOUCH. Some small pinch.. More pictures, a repositioning of the light, more pictures. Then a lot of fumbling around down there, the tube was removed, I was told to open my eyes... and behold - a gold ring now adorned the end of my penis. More pictures.
I was instructed to get dressed, and there were comments about how appropriate it was to put a panty liner in my panties, then I was given some aftercare instructions, and sent on my way.
About 2 hrs later I had to pee something fierce. I let fly about half pee half blood, and frankly if I had not been warned about this I would have called 911. The first night was very difficult, every time I got an erection I bled a little (I guess I get erections alot at night.) After that first night, things were much better, and following the instructions I was given, I cleaned the ring daily, took salt baths, and generally was quite proud on how quickly it healed.
It was about 3 days before I had the urge to masturbate, but Mistress had instructed me not to even think about it. After 2 weeks, Mistress was back in town, and I was scheduled to meet with her in the evening. She asked me how I liked my new jewelry, and I had to respond quite honestly that I rather liked the look, feel, and knowing that the people next to me have no idea I have a hunk of gold in my penis. I, of course had to show her the goods, and she inspected the handiwork quite thoroughly. I was then instructed to masturbate in front of her so she and I could enjoy the piercing together.
At first, the ring was a bit in the way of my hand, but I changed my grip a little and the ring moving around really was stimulating. As I came, the narrowing of the pee hole from the ring really made for an explosive show, and WOW what a feeling. I was sent to clean up, and upon my return given another envelope with Julie's name and a date 2 weeks later.
I inquired as to what the contents might be, but was told, simply, to be there on time.
I arrived at the piercers on time, and everyone seemed to recognize me. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not, but they did make me feel at home.
I was ushered behind the curtain, and in a near repeat of 3 weeks earlier, handed Julie the envelope, watched her read the note, pocket the bills, and she told me to get naked again. This time she brought the people in right away, and comments about my underwear, and questions about why I am a submissive flew around the room.
The light was postioned, and my piercing was photographed from multiple angles, I was requested to get hard, and as I relaxed more photos were taken. After 20 minutes, I was instructed to get up on the table on all fours, and Julie started to clean up an area just under my balls. The gloves went on, the marker came out. A clamp pinched my skin a bit, and then she asked that I start the slow breath to 3 thing again.. this is gettting to be old hat I thought. Then .. OW..some pictures, some fumbling around, more pictures.
Now I had a matching ring called a guiche tucked up under my balls, it was really quite nice looking, and it was not bleeding, so I though hey this is even easier than the last one.
More aftercare instructions, some goodbyes, and I was on my way. When I next saw my mistress, she told me that since I had liked the PA, she planned on several more piercings, and that a friend of hers (I suspect Julie) needed several images for her piercing shop's website, and I had been the model for them. I then asked who the other people in the room had been, and I was told that they were just people waiting for piercings who wanted to see one done, and they were there just to make me uncomfortable.
Well, it has been a few weeks, and I suspect that I will be sent back again to have more metal adorn me. In the meantime, as someone who had never even considered a piercing, I must say that I have truly fallen in love with the PA. The look, feel, and weight of it is a constant reminder of my sexuality, and the person who made me have it done.
Submissive Frank