How I ultimately arrived at my urethral piercing is perhaps more interesting than the piercing itself. I am 29 years old, an attorney, and happily married to a wonderful man. We live a fairly normal suburban Seattle lifestyle. We eat sushi nearly every day; we kayak in the Sound on weekends; and we are constantly buzzed on caffeine. I am freethinking and a consummate feminist, yet I am submissive to my husband. I am a femsub – a feminine submissive. I am into "rough sex", aka "consensual bondage", aka "BDSM". I guess the last part is not so normal, but it's more mainstream than many suburbanites might think. My husband is my Master, and I am his slave, but only in the bedroom and playroom.
At A Glance Author Dorei Girl Contact Dorei Girl@bme.anon When A month ago Artist James Studio Steel Blue Location Vancouver My first piercing, of course, was my navel the day after I turned eighteen, followed shortly with a daith. While in college, we read the Story of O for a class on the Psychology of Women. In the story, O's Master branded her and had her labia pierced to mark her as his property. I tried talking my two best friends at the time I into having our labia pierced, but we opted for having our nipples pierced instead. Two years later, I was the only one of the three still with her nipple piercings. In fact, by that time I had stretched them to 10g and wore rings instead of bars. Looking back, I can credit one college boyfriend for helping me discover my submissive tendencies and my turn-on for rougher sex.
It was during law school that I ventured into the world of genital piercings. I really wanted my outer labia pierced at the time, but since I was still not settled down in a relationship, I didn't want to freak out my dates with too much metal in my pants. Instead, I opted for a horizontal hood with a CBR back then. After I met husband, Mr. Mom & Apple Pie, I started to let my needs and fantasies known, first by begging to be spanked and then by suggesting I be cuffed and bound. Every girl is wired differently, I suppose, and I am wired to get turned-on primarily when I am restrained and disciplined. .
We experimented a few times with BSDM clubs (out of town) in Vancouver, B.C., and on our first visit we met another femsub with the most beautiful labia corset. Before leaving town, I had my first two outer labia pierced. Six months later I had two more, but my genital project was not complete.
We gave up on BSDM clubs after we bought our first home and Master built a playroom in the basement (I do not like the term dungeon, although this playroom is outfitted with stocks, frames, and pulleys, etc.)
On our first wedding anniversary three years ago, I submitted myself to my Master as his property. He collared me and shaved my head bald to test my devotion. I remained bald for the entire first year. I wore wigs only while at work or when and where I may have encountered friends or clients. When the wig came off, my collar was placed around my neck. Each year, I celebrate our anniversary by willfully subjecting myself to new body modifications. The first year after being collared I had my ankle tattooed with the kanji symbol for slave, and I had my slave registration number tattooed on the back of my scalp. In the second year I had breast augmentation,
Since Master disciplines me at times by securing my rings to restrain me while I am flogged or by suspending weights from my nipples and labia, my labia piercings have stretched to 4g partially due to the abuse they take. Although I totally fantasize about being pierced while bound and gaged, I know that the safest way to be pierced is with an experienced body piercing professional in a clean studio with all of the appropriate sterilization equipment.
For our 3rd anniversary Master decided that I needed a urethral piercing through my pee hole to be used as a slave ring. I had read about Princess Albertina piercings on BME, and I was thrilled with the idea,
Master made me do the calling around to determine who in the Seattle area does female urethral piercings. Frustrated after calling a zillion studios with no luck, I gave up and called up to the Blue Hour in Vancouver, B.C., which is where my labia were pierced. I was so relieved when they said that yes, they have experience with doing the piercing. Of course, they told me that the piercing is anatomy dependent, some people believe there are increased risks of UTI's, and the sensation can be intense on the urethra. I scheduled an appointment for two weeks later on a Saturday.
We made the four-hour drive north from Seattle to Vancouver and arrived at 1:00pm. I wasn't remotely apprehensive about what going to occur, because I had read that female PA piercings were not all that painful, so it made for an easy ride. When we entered, I asked if Marisa was available, since she was the one with whom I spoke on the phone. Marisa, it turns out, had taken the day off and had traded shifts with James. This had me a bit concerned, since I wasn't sure if James had experience with Princess Albertina piercings. When I told James that I was there for a PA and asked if that was a problem, he assured me it wasn't. In fact, he had more experience with that piercing than Marisa.
James suggested that before we completed all the paperwork, he have a quick look to determine whether I was even suited to a PA. James led us into the piercing room, which I like because it is a separate room with a curtain door. I pulled up my skirt and hopped onto the end of the table. .
Finally, James got on with the business of determining whether a PA would work for. We talked about the possible increase in UTI's with a female PA, but since I have never had one, I wasn't too concerned. He asked whether I could tolerate urethra stimulation and whether I have ever experienced inserting something into my urethra. I told him that we play with sounds and foleys, so that shouldn't be a problem. Then I asked whether he thinks we would be able to continue urethral play with a ring in place. He wasn't so sure, since PA's can't take much abuse without tearing. I asked if the ring were to be placed deep enough, whether that would keep the ring from pulling out if things got a bit rough. That's when he told us that the tissue between the tip of the urethra and the vagina is about as tough as butter. If I were to get a PA, he said, it would have to be for decoration and not for rough play. He knew of several women with torn urethras, and they were not even necessarily rough with them.
I hopped of the table to take care of the paperwork and to choose the jewelry. James recommended a 5/8" x 12g CBR, and into the sterilizer it went. Soon I was back on the table, skirt up, boots off, and this time with my feet in stirrups. Truthfully, I wasn't even remotely nervous about this procedure. I knew the pain wasn't going to register on the same scale as my nipples or labia. James prepped me by using a sponge dipped in betadyne to swab the inside of my pussy and a cotton-tip applicator to swab the inside of my urethra. I didn't flinch, and he was very surprised by that. He joked that if the swab in the pee hole didn't bother me, then I should be fine with the clamps. He said the clamps were optional, but they would allow him to place the piercing deeper. Go for it, I told him. I admit to wincing pretty hard when he slid the clamps into my urethra. The clamps were wide and flat, which is entirely different than having a round object inserted into there.
I had wanted to hold onto Master's hand, but James asked Master if he could hold the handle of the clamps so James could use both hands. He had me count to three and exhale. He quickly slid the needle through the clamps. I knew the needle was passing through, but to be honest, I was completely distracted by the discomfort of the clamps. I managed not to scream, but my eyes were watering up. Master let go of the clamps and held my hand as James placed the ring.
James had me hold gauze in place until the bleeding slowed down. A few minutes later he cleaned me up and handed me a mirror. I was simply ecstatic with my new accessory. Soon I was back on my feet, panty liner in place, getting my post-care instructions. Three days later Marisa called me from the studio to ask how things were healing and if I had any questions, and to apologize for not being there that day. She also told me then that she has a PA and has never had any trouble with it. I thought that was so cool of her to call.
It took nearly a week for the bruising to go away, and it's been 59 days since the piercing. I soaked it twice a day for the first two weeks, and once a day after that. Master has been using a vibe directly on the ring to put me into complete and utter spasms. There is no doubt that this piercing is my favorite. There is nothing not to love about it. My next and most likely last piercing will be a Christina, I hope.
As for future mods, I know I am to be branded for our 5th anniversary. Whether on my pubic mound (like "O") or lower back, Master has not decided. And I have been giving a lot of thought to being circumcised – the removal of my hood (hoodectomy) and inner labia (labiaplasty) – NOT female genital mutilation (FGM), the forced excision of the clitoris. I would have this would be done by a surgeon, but I have more research to do on that subject.
So that is how I arrived at my Princess Albertina piercing. Everyone has their own drummer to march to, and my drummer has taken me on a very wild and crazy ride, but I wouldn't change anything about it. Lastly, I would say that you don't have to be into Bondage and Discipline to go for a female PA. I like the fact that I am one in a small circle of girls with this wonderfully unusual piercing.