serijules
just seri
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Dawnie and my 2 year anniversary was May 3rd and I went to stay with her this past weekend for 5 days. She told me when I got there that my anniversary present wouldn't "be there" until Friday. I speculated a bit on what it was, but didn't have any specific guesses.
On Friday morning, she spent a few hours beating me....tied to the bed, a quirt between my legs and my thighs. It was a wonderful morning. We had to go to Wal-mart and the grocer to get ready for the dinner party she had planned for Sunday to show off her slave (that's me <g>), and she mentioned wanting to leave the house by noon. I thought this was a bit odd as we didn't have anything planned for the day that I was aware of (which wasn't saying much, but still) so I did pause for a moment and wondered why she wanted to leave for both 24/hour places by noon, but being she's the boss, I just shrugged it off.
As we were driving, she causally mentioned that we were going to stop and pick up my anniversary gift first. I should mention that I am not easy to surprise, so this wasn't an easy task. My best guess was maybe she had gotten something custom made for me at the rock shop, which was also on our list of places to stop. She had given me the hint that it was not only her gift to me, but mine to her as well, so that theory didn't quite fit either.
I wasn't paying much attention during the drive; it wasn't until we were parking that I recognized the area of town we were in. We had gotten tattoos together the previous August at Boney Joes, which was where we had pulled up to. As she parked the car my heart started pounding so loudly I was surprised she couldn't hear it, and I felt suddenly so nervous I could barely utter a word. I spent a few moments wondering if perhaps she was getting me tattooed, but seeing as I just a few weeks ago added to my tattoo on my leg in symbolance of our anniversary, it really wasn't likely.
We had talked about piercing me before. Piercing is not something I am interested in or want for myself. It's not something I'd choose to do to my body, unlike tattoos, which I am addicted to and love. However, despite not liking many piercings or finding them at all attractive, we had talked casually before about outer labia piercings and how amazing it would be to lock my cunt for her access only. It was one of those conversations that even though you are discussing it and talking about it, you never really think it's going to happen. I'm not sure WHY I thought that, knowing Dawnie as I do, but it just didn't seem like something that was likely to happen in the near future.
Well, sitting in that car in front of the shop, I realized very suddenly that not only was it likely to happen, but in the very near future at that! She shut off the car and turned to me, asking me if I knew what my gift was yet. I whispered nervously, simply..."I'm getting my rings?" Her smile of pleasure was my only concrete answer.
I wasn't sure WHERE, to be honest. She had talked before of piercing my nipples as well, so I really wasn't positive where her intentions lay and mentioned as much. She laughed and said something I don't recall anymore, but it didn't really clarify things for me. We walked into the shop and sat down. Joe, the piercer, said he would be with us in about 20 minutes as he had to run the post office. 20 minutes of waiting for something I wasn't quite positive was going to happen and was terrified of was torture! I sat quietly. Nervously. Wet.
My cunt was soaking wet. I'll admit to that. I wondered if he would notice.
He had me sign the consent form, copied my ID, and it was finally time to go back. As I signed the consent form, I felt a little hesitant...not because I didn't consent, but because I felt as if Dawnie should be signing it rather than me. After all, it was her property being pierced. I signed it regardless, but the feeling I had right then was very much one of being Owned, being property.
Joe told me to get up on the chair and put my legs up. There were four rings layed out on the pad on the counter, and I gulped, nearly whimpering out loud that I thought she said I was getting a PAIR of rings, not TWO pairs. Turns out he decided to go up a gauge after seeing my labia, and put one of the smaller pairs away. I'm not sure if I was relieved or a bit disappointed, to tell you the truth.
At first he said Dawnie couldn't stay in the area with us because there was so little room and it was their policy to not have others in the piercing area...I about lost my mind right then, I really really wanted her to be with me and see it. He relented after seeing the look on my face; I think he understood the significance of the relationship and the need for her to be there more so than just needing a friend to hold my hand or something of that nature. I took off my panties, lifted my skirt and got into position. It was hard to spread my legs like that for someone other than Dawnie. Even with her obvious permission to do so, it was difficult for me to do that. I took a deep breath and focused on her desires for me right then and the nervousness morphed into anticipation. I was still scared, no doubt, but I didn't allow any negative or nervous thoughts to take away the significance of the moment for me. Thirty minutes prior this wasn't a thought in my head, and now all the sudden I was about to be pierced!
He asked me if we were doing inner or outer. Dawnie had told me there was no need for me to worry or talk, but being as flustered as I was, I forgot my place for a moment and blurted out that I always figured outer labia. She raised an eyebrow and informed me I wasn't allowed an opinion. I felt my face flush and immediately wished I hadn't opened my mouth, but it put me back in my place and focus once again. He marked the area, gave me a mirror to approve, and sterilized the jewelry. One labia at a time was clamped and positioned and he asked me if that pinched too much or something of that nature. I laughed and told him I was used to that. If only he knew just how mean she really could be, he wouldn't be raising a brow at a clamped cunt lip. I made a comment about how I could sit for hours of tattoos, but this was my first piercing.
Dawnie replied with something I can't recall the wording of just now, but to the extent of how it better hurt. Joe, who had been trying to reassure me a bit, gave her an incredious look and exclaimed "Shut UP!" before turning to me and asking where I found her anyhow. It was fun and lighthearted and while neither Dawnie nor I are the type to flaunt our relationship dynamics in public or around "vanillas", it was fun to kind of show that control or my lack thereof since the situation was appropriate. I glowed with pride at belonging and to have her be at such ease displaying as much without a blatant effort on her part to do so. That is one thing about my Owner that never fails to amaze me; her ability to show a natural dominance without trying at all to do so or coming across as egoistical or fake. People notice, and react accordingly. She demands respect in a way that you just know it is deserved, thus giving it is a natural reaction. She keeps me well in line with the simple lift of an eyebrow or a focused gaze.
Once clamped, he lined the needle up and pushed it through. Usually I can control my reactions quite tightly when I am in pain in front of others; it is only with Dawnie alone that I really let myself show the pain and reactions. This HURT though, and I'll admit I tensed, jumped and let out a groan as the needle pierced my flesh each time. It was over in a matter of seconds, but they were damn long seconds and just plain hurt, period. Pure pain...the kind that reminds me of when Dawnie bites me, her teeth sinking deep into my flesh and holding there in an excruciatingly tightening grip. There is nothing to do but take it, accept it. I won't even try to claim to like being bitten, but I *love* how it makes me feel to submit to the pain anyhow, knowing I have no choice and knowing the results will be a mark of Ownership. Getting pierced was much like that. I didn't enjoy the pain at all and I won't even try to eroticize it, but the feeling of taking it, having no choice, submitting to it....mmmm...just wonderful. The second piercing hurt just as much if not more than the first, seeing how I knew what was coming this time.
And it was over. My hands were trembling, my face was flushed, my heart was beating a tango in my chest, and my cunt was decorated with two pretty little rings. Rings of ownership. I could tell Dawnie was just itching to play with them already. Apparently Joe could see this as well, for when he gave me my aftercare instructions, he spent a majority of the time looking very pointedly at my Owner when advising no tugging, pulling or playing with them until fully healed. He even demanded that I just tell her NO should she forget this. I wanted to inform him that no wasn't in my allowed vocabulary, but I just grinned and shrugged. I know she takes good care of her property and won't risk infecting her new investment. I shudder to think of the evil things she will find to do with those rings, and wonder if more will be added in the future. All the better to lock me up with, no?
I'm constantly aware of them, every moment of the day. I have to take care when I sit as to not jar them unnecessarily. Cleaning myself has become a careful, focused ritual rather than just a habit. I grab a mirror and admire myself whenver I go to the bathroom or change my clothes, biting my lip and grinning at the sight of Her rings. I know I won't get away with not shaving for too long, so I am anxious for them to heal so I can continue to keep myself as smooth as she expects, yet I don't want to do anything that may irritate them and slow healing either.
Marking me has become a fetish of both of ours. I have two tattoos that signify our relationship. I never go home from visiting her without various marks, bites, bruises and cane marks that I sulk over when they fade away. Now I am pierced...two pretty, shiny 10 gauge rings hanging between my legs, just waiting to be locked and tortured. Im not allowed to touch myself or have anyone else touch me without Dawnie's express permission. Mentally I have no problem obeying this limit, but having the physical reminder there is very powerful for me.
Thank You Ma'am...for your gift to me, for allowing me to wear yet another mark of just how very Owned I am. I love You.
On Friday morning, she spent a few hours beating me....tied to the bed, a quirt between my legs and my thighs. It was a wonderful morning. We had to go to Wal-mart and the grocer to get ready for the dinner party she had planned for Sunday to show off her slave (that's me <g>), and she mentioned wanting to leave the house by noon. I thought this was a bit odd as we didn't have anything planned for the day that I was aware of (which wasn't saying much, but still) so I did pause for a moment and wondered why she wanted to leave for both 24/hour places by noon, but being she's the boss, I just shrugged it off.
As we were driving, she causally mentioned that we were going to stop and pick up my anniversary gift first. I should mention that I am not easy to surprise, so this wasn't an easy task. My best guess was maybe she had gotten something custom made for me at the rock shop, which was also on our list of places to stop. She had given me the hint that it was not only her gift to me, but mine to her as well, so that theory didn't quite fit either.
I wasn't paying much attention during the drive; it wasn't until we were parking that I recognized the area of town we were in. We had gotten tattoos together the previous August at Boney Joes, which was where we had pulled up to. As she parked the car my heart started pounding so loudly I was surprised she couldn't hear it, and I felt suddenly so nervous I could barely utter a word. I spent a few moments wondering if perhaps she was getting me tattooed, but seeing as I just a few weeks ago added to my tattoo on my leg in symbolance of our anniversary, it really wasn't likely.
We had talked about piercing me before. Piercing is not something I am interested in or want for myself. It's not something I'd choose to do to my body, unlike tattoos, which I am addicted to and love. However, despite not liking many piercings or finding them at all attractive, we had talked casually before about outer labia piercings and how amazing it would be to lock my cunt for her access only. It was one of those conversations that even though you are discussing it and talking about it, you never really think it's going to happen. I'm not sure WHY I thought that, knowing Dawnie as I do, but it just didn't seem like something that was likely to happen in the near future.
Well, sitting in that car in front of the shop, I realized very suddenly that not only was it likely to happen, but in the very near future at that! She shut off the car and turned to me, asking me if I knew what my gift was yet. I whispered nervously, simply..."I'm getting my rings?" Her smile of pleasure was my only concrete answer.
I wasn't sure WHERE, to be honest. She had talked before of piercing my nipples as well, so I really wasn't positive where her intentions lay and mentioned as much. She laughed and said something I don't recall anymore, but it didn't really clarify things for me. We walked into the shop and sat down. Joe, the piercer, said he would be with us in about 20 minutes as he had to run the post office. 20 minutes of waiting for something I wasn't quite positive was going to happen and was terrified of was torture! I sat quietly. Nervously. Wet.
My cunt was soaking wet. I'll admit to that. I wondered if he would notice.
He had me sign the consent form, copied my ID, and it was finally time to go back. As I signed the consent form, I felt a little hesitant...not because I didn't consent, but because I felt as if Dawnie should be signing it rather than me. After all, it was her property being pierced. I signed it regardless, but the feeling I had right then was very much one of being Owned, being property.
Joe told me to get up on the chair and put my legs up. There were four rings layed out on the pad on the counter, and I gulped, nearly whimpering out loud that I thought she said I was getting a PAIR of rings, not TWO pairs. Turns out he decided to go up a gauge after seeing my labia, and put one of the smaller pairs away. I'm not sure if I was relieved or a bit disappointed, to tell you the truth.
At first he said Dawnie couldn't stay in the area with us because there was so little room and it was their policy to not have others in the piercing area...I about lost my mind right then, I really really wanted her to be with me and see it. He relented after seeing the look on my face; I think he understood the significance of the relationship and the need for her to be there more so than just needing a friend to hold my hand or something of that nature. I took off my panties, lifted my skirt and got into position. It was hard to spread my legs like that for someone other than Dawnie. Even with her obvious permission to do so, it was difficult for me to do that. I took a deep breath and focused on her desires for me right then and the nervousness morphed into anticipation. I was still scared, no doubt, but I didn't allow any negative or nervous thoughts to take away the significance of the moment for me. Thirty minutes prior this wasn't a thought in my head, and now all the sudden I was about to be pierced!
He asked me if we were doing inner or outer. Dawnie had told me there was no need for me to worry or talk, but being as flustered as I was, I forgot my place for a moment and blurted out that I always figured outer labia. She raised an eyebrow and informed me I wasn't allowed an opinion. I felt my face flush and immediately wished I hadn't opened my mouth, but it put me back in my place and focus once again. He marked the area, gave me a mirror to approve, and sterilized the jewelry. One labia at a time was clamped and positioned and he asked me if that pinched too much or something of that nature. I laughed and told him I was used to that. If only he knew just how mean she really could be, he wouldn't be raising a brow at a clamped cunt lip. I made a comment about how I could sit for hours of tattoos, but this was my first piercing.
Dawnie replied with something I can't recall the wording of just now, but to the extent of how it better hurt. Joe, who had been trying to reassure me a bit, gave her an incredious look and exclaimed "Shut UP!" before turning to me and asking where I found her anyhow. It was fun and lighthearted and while neither Dawnie nor I are the type to flaunt our relationship dynamics in public or around "vanillas", it was fun to kind of show that control or my lack thereof since the situation was appropriate. I glowed with pride at belonging and to have her be at such ease displaying as much without a blatant effort on her part to do so. That is one thing about my Owner that never fails to amaze me; her ability to show a natural dominance without trying at all to do so or coming across as egoistical or fake. People notice, and react accordingly. She demands respect in a way that you just know it is deserved, thus giving it is a natural reaction. She keeps me well in line with the simple lift of an eyebrow or a focused gaze.
Once clamped, he lined the needle up and pushed it through. Usually I can control my reactions quite tightly when I am in pain in front of others; it is only with Dawnie alone that I really let myself show the pain and reactions. This HURT though, and I'll admit I tensed, jumped and let out a groan as the needle pierced my flesh each time. It was over in a matter of seconds, but they were damn long seconds and just plain hurt, period. Pure pain...the kind that reminds me of when Dawnie bites me, her teeth sinking deep into my flesh and holding there in an excruciatingly tightening grip. There is nothing to do but take it, accept it. I won't even try to claim to like being bitten, but I *love* how it makes me feel to submit to the pain anyhow, knowing I have no choice and knowing the results will be a mark of Ownership. Getting pierced was much like that. I didn't enjoy the pain at all and I won't even try to eroticize it, but the feeling of taking it, having no choice, submitting to it....mmmm...just wonderful. The second piercing hurt just as much if not more than the first, seeing how I knew what was coming this time.
And it was over. My hands were trembling, my face was flushed, my heart was beating a tango in my chest, and my cunt was decorated with two pretty little rings. Rings of ownership. I could tell Dawnie was just itching to play with them already. Apparently Joe could see this as well, for when he gave me my aftercare instructions, he spent a majority of the time looking very pointedly at my Owner when advising no tugging, pulling or playing with them until fully healed. He even demanded that I just tell her NO should she forget this. I wanted to inform him that no wasn't in my allowed vocabulary, but I just grinned and shrugged. I know she takes good care of her property and won't risk infecting her new investment. I shudder to think of the evil things she will find to do with those rings, and wonder if more will be added in the future. All the better to lock me up with, no?
I'm constantly aware of them, every moment of the day. I have to take care when I sit as to not jar them unnecessarily. Cleaning myself has become a careful, focused ritual rather than just a habit. I grab a mirror and admire myself whenver I go to the bathroom or change my clothes, biting my lip and grinning at the sight of Her rings. I know I won't get away with not shaving for too long, so I am anxious for them to heal so I can continue to keep myself as smooth as she expects, yet I don't want to do anything that may irritate them and slow healing either.
Marking me has become a fetish of both of ours. I have two tattoos that signify our relationship. I never go home from visiting her without various marks, bites, bruises and cane marks that I sulk over when they fade away. Now I am pierced...two pretty, shiny 10 gauge rings hanging between my legs, just waiting to be locked and tortured. Im not allowed to touch myself or have anyone else touch me without Dawnie's express permission. Mentally I have no problem obeying this limit, but having the physical reminder there is very powerful for me.
Thank You Ma'am...for your gift to me, for allowing me to wear yet another mark of just how very Owned I am. I love You.
