Pierced Pet Pussy

At A Glance Author Pet Contact Pet@bme.anon Artist Angel (LOOONG AGO) Studio Gauntlet Location Los Angeles

As a fan of BME for a long (LONG) time I wanted to write and tell everyone about my past and most recent piercing related experience. I am known simply as "Pet". To begin with I have been involved in a submissive relationship with my master for over 7 years now. Shortly after we started a live-in relationship, my master took me to The Gauntlet in Los Angeles.

I was 37, it was the early 90's and after having read PFIQ for a while it appeared it was basically THE only safe place at that time in the Southwest to have such piercings done. We had discussed it many times and finally agreed to go and have my outer labia pierced as a permanent symbol and reminder of his constant control over my most private and sensitive sexual parts and of his total control over the rest of my body in every way. I tried to act unsure and slightly resistant but deep down I would have begged for it and wanted it more than anything else in life at the time. To belong completely to my master.

We lived a few hundred miles away and so had decided to make a weekend of it, by arriving in town the prior afternoon, seeing the local sights and having a lovely romantic dinner the night before. Master always personally shaves my already thin light brown crotch hair himself, at least weekly to keep my pussy very smooth. Usually he does it in the shower, or when I'm tied on the floor. He says it is to keep me COMPLETELY naked, exposed and vulnerable at all

times. That night in the hotel, Master guided my hand to caress my carefully shaved pubic area for a long time, reminding me that it was last time I would ever feel this area natural, free and unimpaled. He playfully pinched my lips with his finger nails to remind me of what was coming. I was already nearly constantly wet anticipating it, and this didn't help a bit. Needless to say our sex that night was better than most.

The fateful day, as I recall, we drove up well in advance of our appointment and parked on the street just around from the door to walkup to the entrance.

We sat in the car, Master held me and stroked my hair. I was terribly excited, but a very small feeling of "am I doing the right thing?" probed at the back on my mind. We finally went in. We were both relative novices in this area. At the time even the 14 ga rings looked heavy-duty, but master, without consulting me, selected a pair of 3/4" 14 ga gold rings to perform the ritual "marking". I have to admit I was fascinated by some of the piercings the employees there had and not having to wait long, although they seemed really

busy helped keep my nervousness to a minimum. I remember it was a girl named Angel, dressed mostly in leather, who took me into a large, but rather barren room with a doctor type table. She had me take off my pants, which felt a bit awkward for me as I had never really undressed in front of another female before that, and put my feet in the stirrups (ugh I hate them). She smiled and said a few reassuring words to me and then she and my Master basically

ignored me as they discussed in detail the future use and placement of my soon to be rings. I was nearly in a dream as I glanced out the window panes and thought about many things. I knew my master would take care of me and I had nothing to worry about. He had promised we would go somewhere fun after.

They finished discussing and Angel marked both sides and clamped the left side. They consulted some more and finally she was ready. Master walked to the top of the table held my hand and placed his other beside my cheek. I barely had time to lean my face into his hand and close my eyes as I felt the slight sting on the left. It was nothing. It started to throb a little as she removed the clamp, but nothing like I'd expected. I looked up as Master watched intently as she inserted the first ring. I felt very little. I was stoked. This was going to be really cool. It didn't hurt at all and we were almost on our way to someplace fun. Master stayed at my head as she removed the clamped and made sure everything still looked right. Then Master signaled it was time for the other side by squeezing my hand. This

time for some reason it was almost all I could do to not jump off the table as I felt the needle poke through. It stung a bit, but was certainly bearable. I gritted my teeth as the second ring was fixed permanently in place marking me his slave forever. From there we went straight to Knot's Berry Farm, one of my favorite places, to spend the rest of the day. My lips were a bit sore and left a few drops of blood in my pants, but I barely noticed. Healing, was overall rather fast and uneventful I thought. Master gladly helped me take care of it and made sure I didn't needlessly irritate it for about 2 months.

Through the years, I lost and replaced a bead now and then, but they remained in place CONSTANTLY, only being replaced for a few days once, with a length of melted together plastic weed-eater type line, when I had to enter the hospital for surgery for a couple days. After about 5 years Master surprised me with a new set of 5/8" 12 ga gold rings. The holes had stretched enough through frequent play and use to

immediately accommodate the larger gauge. We then attached the old rings to each of these to hang like little two-link chains. Very convenient he claims for opening me when he takes me his favorite way (doggie style).

This leads me to a few months ago when we finally decided our relationship warranted marriage to make it all legal in the eyes of society (i.e. we got tired of our families and friends asking when we were getting married already). Our wedding night following our rather unconventional ceremony (another story), Master gave me a very special surprise. After bringing me to the best series of orgasms I can EVER remember, he tied me more tightly spread-eagle and helpless

than usual, and unveiled my new surprise. A small, gold plated, padlock!

He held it for me to examine it close-up and demonstrated the operation of the surprisingly complex looking key, to open the obviously undauntable stainless steel hasp. My heart leaped to my throat as I realized what it was for. He moved to work below my waist, and I could scarcely feel what he was doing, since after all these years, I only notice them when they are tugged firmly (and then BOY do I feel it), and I was surely helpless to interfere, but to me it was obvious he was removing the gold rings which I had worn for so many years and replacing them with the new lock!

It took less than a minute, but one I know I won't forget for a long time. I wept with joy inside as in my mind that is when I truly felt fully owned as his personal property, to be secured like a treasured pet or a precious gem. As soon as he was finished he released my bonds and let me up to try out my new "accessory". I immediately noticed it was nearly constantly noticeable as tugging at my person, being somewhat heavier (master says about 3/4 oz. with

about an 11 gauge hasp) than the rings I was used to and of course offered a lot less freedom as my lips are now constantly held securely together by the solid device. He led me to a full length mirror and made me kneel with my legs spread wide (a position he frequently makes me wait for him in) to expose my always shaved lips. I'm sure I visibly blushed as I shuddered a bit and spasmed as I nearly came again staring for the first time at the major mass of gleaming metal, secure and contrasted against my always smooth-shaven femaleness. He told the truth, I have not seen or felt myself without it since. Master tells me never to expect to ever again. Master keeps the key safe in his possession at all times. Occasionally he pulls it out and teases me by placing it between my teeth to hold while I am bound and unable to use it. Other times he'll playfully threaten to toss it out a car window or down the drain as my heart sinks. I'm SURE he has a copy SOMEWHERE... you do, don't you Master, huh, huh?

Master explains that the lock was "carefully designed with tender female parts in mind". Indeed, the body of it is so well rounded and polished smooth and glossy shiny that wearing it is not at all less comfortable than when the rings were there, except of course for the added weight. When I shower each morning, Master unlocks it, from one side ONLY, to allow me to clean there including the lock itself. I am never permitted unlock myself. Going to the bathroom is a little inconvenient but I quickly learned the trick and fortunately my monthly visits are very light, so I only need to be unlocked once or twice a day during those times for "maintenance" as Master calls it. The worst thing I think was the two times I had to meet a plane at the airport. Master, amused, made sure I walked a few yards ahead and pretended he didn't know me. The first time, I was a little apprehensive going through the metal detectors and absolutely nothing happened. The second time however, off went the alarm. Ok I thought, just the house keys in my jacket pocket or something else innocent. No such luck. Gasp! Gulp! Blush! "Would you believe an IUD? Didn't think so". Fortunately I was early as usual and the matronly guard

with the hand wand was more curious and intrigued than anxious to fulfill her feel-em-up quota, so I got off with merely flashing her a quick unzip behind a partition. For once I was thankful that I'm not allowed to wear underwear.

Master meanwhile had passed on through and was beside himself with snickering as I caught up and narrated the whole tale.

My piercings were intentionally made low enough so that (thankfully) the lock does not currently interfere with touching my clit area, but entry below by anything un-approved by Master is totally out of the question! It also provides a frustrating and totally helpless way of securing me when and where Master wants me to stay. He has a lightweight gold colored metal chain which he simply locks onto the hasp and locks the other end around a suitable chair rung, bed post or stair rail, with a second lock, like now, for instance, as he makes me write this for you all. In cases like this I'm totally helpless to do anything but comply or wait until he releases me. He also much enjoys using the chain as a leash for me, and I dare not touch it at these times or my hands will assuredly be locked behind me as well.

Master has recently informed me that, for our first year wedding anniversary (it's still 6 months away, but I can hardly wait :-), I am to be pierced twice again in my outer lips, higher, directly in front of my clitoris area, so that I may eventually be fitted with a second lock to control my access to that area as well. When that comes to be I will send more photos if you would like to see them.

We have submitted some photos with this letter for your enjoyment. Master, insists that you feel free to contact me if you have any questions about my piercings or lifestyle. I am bound to reply with haste. I would also love to hear from others in a similar situation to exchange ideas and tips.

"Pet"

Webmaster Note: watch for THREE photo jpgs e-mailed from my e-mail listed above. Please link them to my experience if possible.