kadi
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Most female genitalia isn't designed to support a clitoral piercing. The clitoris must be large enough to prevent potential nerve damage. My clit was stimulated often in the days that led up to my appointment. Stimulated, but orgasm was not allowed :( It was also struck with a wooden spoon twice a day, twenty five strikes each time and then clamped for ten minute intervals directly afterward; swelling my clit almost to the size of a pea (an angry, bright red, swollen pea). Which of course, made me so...ultra-sensitive! Couple THAT with the fact that Master wouldn't let me orgasm and, well... I was so out of my element that even my doorknobs began to look good! If you think my anxiety level was high by then, it shot through the roof with Master's allowance of orgasm -only- when the man doing the piercing touched me.
Okay, so the day arrived, and just before I left, again, my poor swollen bit of flesh was slapped with a spoon and clamped. With my heart racing, my two favorite stuffed animals clutched in my arms, I enter the Tattoo parlor. David (the piercer) knew how scared I was and he was quite kind. The gentle smile, the arm around me. He did everything right to soothe me. I reclined in the chair and lifted my skirt. (no panties) If my nerves already hadn't been shot to hell, I would have found his expression comical. He looked between my parted thighs and just blinked once, stared at my enlarged clit, and then looked up at me. (Yes, I prayed for a black hole to suck me inside!) I could feel my face flame instantly, I shook my head and turned away with tears of humiliation burning behind my eyes.
He put on his gloves and reached down to...oh hell, I don't know, torment me it seemed lol ..he just touched it and I orgasmed, right there, on the piercers table. Couldn't stop it nor was I quiet, all the pent up emotion, nerves..everything just exploded and only two things registered in my brain. 1.my juices dripping into the seam of my ass. 2. I wanted to die on the spot, so humiliated. (there were others present, did I mention I wasn't quiet?) I felt David's hand brushing my damp hair off my face, heard his whispered words trying to relax me. And then it happened. What felt like a blinding, burning, breath-stealing, paralyzing pain. (I'm such a baby)
I was fitted with a beautiful double ball closure pendulum captive bead ring. David had advised against the moving ring, suggesting a simple captive bead, but I was adamant. I was allowed to relax and catch my breath (and kick-start my heart) before he walked me out with a comforting arm around me. He opened my car door and kissed my forehead. His parting words I'll never forget. "you were a good girl, but my name is Mike." (yes folks, my humiliation is complete!)
It's been a week today and I can honestly say it's been amazing. I serve Master with an intensity beyond any words I could ever do justice with. It's not just a sexual drive to please, it goes much deeper. I've always been subservient and felt a need to please, but this has ..intensified that need. Master has stripped away ever layer there is..exposed me. I've become primal in my need..no, craving to please him, in any and every way. I'm more aware of myself, of how I walk, talk, my actions, everything in my life is designed to be pleasing.
My physical response too, is instantaneous. One look from him, a word and I melt away in orgasm. I've become a more obedient, eager slave. Thank you Master. ~kiss~
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