Finishing Touch

At A Glance Author sinamin Contact sinamin@hischambers.com Artist Dawn Studio Stiehl's Body Modification Station Location Ithaca, New York

I met my Master on line, which was where our original collaring ceremony took place. During the on line ceremony, Master pierced my inner labia. I was collared in real life three months after the on line ceremony, but at the time I was not yet living 24/7 with Master. The real life ceremony emulated the on line ceremony in every way with one exception. There was no labia piercing. I knew that the piercing of my labia was something that Master desired and would take place in our future.

I moved in with Master a little over a year ago. Recently, in celebrating our one year anniversary of 24/7, we discussed finally completing the steps of that initial on line ceremony by having my inner labia pierced. Even just talking about it filled me with trepidation. I am not what one would term as a "pain slut" and I have a strong aversion to needles.

Master and I had both been tattooed last year. On the evening that I had my tattoo done, I spoke with the woman who did the piercing for the shop and talked about having my inner labia done. At that time, my conversation was focused more on finding out about the pain and healing aspects. Beyond that, I truly did not know what to ask.

Last week, we returned to the same shop to speak with the woman who I wanted to do my piercing. She was not in, although there were two gentlemen there who could have done the piercing, I opted to wait and make an appointment with the woman, as I knew I would be more comfortable with a woman piercer. I finally reached her by telephone on Wednesday and made the appointment with her for Thursday morning at eleven o'clock.

In the intervening months since my initial conversation with the woman, I had met Shae` and had the opportunity to absorb all the information on her site about piercing. I am so glad I did, because by the time I finally made the appointment I was prepared with the information that allowed me to have reasonable expectations of what would and should occur.

Thursday morning arrived and to say I was nervous would be the understatement of all time. During the twenty minute drive to the shop, I kept silently repeating to myself, "you can do this, sinamin. You can do this, sinamin". Master asked me if I was okay and I assured him I was as I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat.

We arrived at the shop and knocked on the door (she was meeting me before their normal business hours, so the shop was not yet open). We were ushered into the shop by Dawn. I have to admit I was somewhat pleased no one else was there, as I was concerned I would cry out when the procedure was performed and would rather not have an audience to my cowardice.

Dawn made a photocopy of my driver's license and then had me sign a standard release form. Once that was completed, she took about twenty minutes to explain after care to me, providing me with a pamphlet and underlining certain things in red that she felt were of grave importance. She did not hurry through this process, making sure as each point was discussed that I understood the significance. Once the pamphlet had been thoroughly reviewed, she excused herself for a moment to prepare the room.

I was very impressed with the body modification studio, which had relocated since my initial visit to get a tattoo. This studio was very large, with several rooms, had a very open feeling and the air was permeated with an antiseptic odor, which gave my confidence an added and much needed boost, knowing that the procedure would take place in a very sterile atmosphere.

Once she had made her preparations, she returned to the counter where Master and I were waiting. During her absence, Master and I had perused all of the beautiful jewelry on display in the cases. Dawn removed a tray from one of the cases and explained to me that I could replace the standard bead with one of the beads displayed on the rings on this tray. My eyes were immediately drawn to a beautiful pink cats eye bead. I inquired first as to Master's preference, but he indicated I should choose whatever I liked. Having the freedom to make the choice, I selected the pink bead. With that accomplished all that was left was to begin the procedure.

Hanging in the reception area of the salon is a sign that reads, "Piercing is a process and an event". I thought about those words as Master and I followed Dawn back into the room where the piercing would take place. This was after all an event, something that would complete that which was begun so many months ago.

The room where the piercing would take place looked like an examination room in a doctor's office. While noting the similarity, my eyes were drawn to the examination table where Dawn was now putting stirrups into place. She made a joke about yearly female exams. In fact, during the entire process she kept up a light reparteé. I knew the purpose of her conversation was to put me at ease and i appreciated her efforts.

She then showed me the sterile packages containing the needle and the titanium jewelry. Due to my sensitivity to some metals, she had opted to use a titanium ring to avoid any complications. She carefully explained the arrow indicators on the sterile packages, showing me an opened package so that I would know the difference. She also removed a new, blue marking pen from a package. Having assembled the accoutrements for the process it was now time for me to disrobe and get up onto the examination table.

Once I was on the table, she repositioned the stirrups as Master removed his camera and prepared to take pictures of the entire process. As I lay upon the table, I noted they had painted some soothing images on the ceiling right above the table, offering a point of distraction and focus during the procedure. It seemed to me that no detail had been neglected to insure a client's safety and comfort.

With my legs correctly positioned, she donned sterile gloves and began swabbing the area to be pierced with antiseptic. Once that was completed, she donned a new pair of gloves and carefully marked both sides of my labia with the blue marker. She then handed me a mirror so that I could see where she had placed the markings, seeking my approval of the placement. It seemed to me that she had selected the perfect spot, but before giving my approval I checked with Master to see if he felt the placement was appropriate. With his assent, it was time to move onto the next step.

Once again, she donned a new pair of sterile gloves before removing the forceps from yet another sterile package. She explained that she had chosen a pair with teeth that should not bite, but that I would feel a slight pressure when the forceps were applied. I did feel the pressure but no bite at all and was quite comfortable.

She then donned the fourth and final set of gloves before placing a cork against one side of my labia. She instructed me to take a deep breath. I knew that this was it, the needle was about to spear my labia. She told me to release the breath slowly and as I did, the needle speared my labia, bringing with it an intense and sharp pain. I did not cry out, but I did grimace most unattractively and moaned softly. The pain lasted only a second, two at the most, at which point she told me that was it I was pierced.

I was surprised at how briefly the pain had lasted. I found the process of getting a tattoo much more painful than this process had been. While these thoughts were going through my mind, she explained that she was putting the jewelry in. I felt a tugging as the jewelry was put into place and then it was over, the process was complete.

She gave me the mirror again so that I could see the jewelry in place. I smiled as I gazed upon the image reflected in the mirror, my sex adorned with a beautiful ring accented with the pink cat's eye. At that moment a sense pride swelled within me, I had done it, I had actually done it!

Master took a few more pictures and then it was time to get dressed. During the time it took to take the few, short steps to retrieve my clothing, I was aware of the sensation of the ring nestled against my labia. It was a strange sensation, yet a comforting one, as this piercing was yet another physical representation of Master's ownership of his slave, one that would serve as a subtle reminder of that ownership with every step that I take.

We followed Dawn out of the room back into the reception area of the shop where we purchased an after care kit containing, vitamins (Dawn had stressed how important vitamin C and zinc are to the healing process), Satin, sea salts, q-tips and even a packet of tylenol. Master paid for the piercing and the kit. We then thanked Dawn before exiting the shop to walk to the car.

Once we arrived at the car, Master turned me into his arms and looked down into my eyes and softly said, "I am very, very proud of you". Those words were music to my ears and made it all more than worthwhile. After all, I had done this to please him and now I knew, he was indeed well pleased.

I was aware of a burning, stinging sensation that continued for a few hours after we arrived back home. Finally, I took two Aleve and the sensation abated. I do have a slight discomfort upon urinating and am trying to be very careful to insure the stream of urine does not make contact with the piercing.

All in all, the entire process which was truly an event, was not that painful, certainly less painful than getting a tattoo. I love the look of my jewelry but more importantly, that sparkle in my Master's eyes, reflecting his pride in his slave. That after all, is all I need to be happy.