Slave Rings

At A Glance Author Esclava Contact Esclava@bme.anon Artist Phish Studio HTC Location Phoenix AZ

Seven weeks ago my Master had my pussy pierced, to mark me as His. I've been his happily collared slave for a year, and he wished to "mark" the occasion in a special way. We've been talking about piercings for many months, as a prelude to his branding me (another story, sooner or later).

If anyone had told me a year ago that I'd have genital piercings, I would've laughed. But slavery does funny things to a woman's thoughts. The more I've come under Master's love and control the more willing and eager I've been to wear his marks, to submit to something special to please him. NOT that I was reluctant, once he made the decision. I wasn't forced in any way. It's just not something I would ever have done on my own.

As we explored and researched the concept of piercing, my Master came up with an overall plan. Eventually he wishes me to wear chains connecting from my collar, through nipple rings, a navel ring and down to my new labia rings. Very interesting and sexy. Considering the healing times involved, the potential pain and complications, and the fact that we are currently long distance, he chose to, well, work his way up.

He began researching piercing studios in his area and I made plans to fly out for a visit in October, eager but nervous. He contacted HTC, a highly recommended studio, and spoke with Phish, the piercer, and even visited the studio once before I arrived. He's in the medical field so made a very thorough inspection of the place, something which made me feel even more confident and secure.

Master's original intent was for me to have inner labia rings. They're supposed to be the least painful and fastest healing. However, my anatomy isn't quite generous enough to support these rings. We decided to leave it up to Phish to decide, though. A few weeks before my visit, Master also decided (after some curious ramblings from me) to add a clit hood piercing. Again, we'd sort of hoped for a horizontal ring, but Master felt that whatever happened would please him immensely.

So, the day arrived. I was admittedly nervous. I'm a sexual masochist....I tend to eroticize pain in the right setting, at the right time. I wasn't at all sure *this* would be the right time, though Master had plenty of confidence in me. He helped immeasurably by "warming me up" before we made the short drive to the studio. Some wonderful touches, some pain, a few orgasms, and I was ready and willing for just about anything!

We arrived at the studio, in a small strip shopping center. The waiting room was clean and brightly lit, with private rooms to the left. A large case displayed the various jewelry, and I got a chuckle over the large Albert Einstein with a tongue piercing poster. Phish greeted us, explaining the the receptionist was out getting lunch, and we could proceed when she got back. Master told him what we wanted, and he then explained the procedures to me, cleaning and aftercare, and all the health and safety considerations. I read over the consent form, we discussed the possible placements and jewelry, and I signed on the dotted line (shaking only a little bit). Phish went to make preparations, and the receptionist returned a few minutes later. We were led into the procedure room, which was also very clean and well lit. The instruments were laid out on a sterile tray, just like a doctor's office or small surgery. I admit I didn't look too carefully (suddenly I really didn't want to see the needles), but I was reassured by the obviously sterile prep.

I took off my panties and shoes in the corner, then raised my skirt and laid down on the exam table. I'd thought I'd be rather shy about being so exposed in front of a stranger, but it kind of felt like going to the gynecologist (except she doesn't have multiple piercings or tattoos like his, haha). Master took a position to my right side, and smiled an encouraging, excited smile to me. Phish inspected me and determined that I should have a vertical hood and outer labia rings, and Master agreed.

Phish explained again what he would do, deciding to start with the hood piercing. He talked to me very quietly and reassuringly while he cleaned and prepped me, but to be honest I only had eyes for Master. He helped me to focus and breathe slow and deep. I felt a tugging and a pressure, my clit started to throb from the touches, and then a sudden POP. It really *hurt* for a second or two, then I felt the most incredible rush of pleasure/pain. I arched in reaction (but only from the waist up), and Master held my hand tight. Then Phish slid the barbell in (14 gauge surgical steel, BTW) and tightened it. That was more uncomfortable than the actual piercing, cuz I was kind of tender then. But still, typical me, it felt good and bad at the same time.

Phish asked if I was okay, and all I could do was smile and nod. The wave of endorhpins was wonderful and made me very dreamy. I felt him attach the clamp to my labia, a tight kind of pressure but not painful. Again my gaze was fixed on Master's face. I watched him as he watched me being pierced. His look of possession was so intense that, while I definitely felt the needle, the pain was quickly replaced by warmth and excitement. After Phish inserted the first ring (12 gauge surgical steel CBR's), Master bent down to kiss me and whisper how proud he was of me. Phish repeated everything on the other side, explaining that he would offset the second ring for wearing comfort. Oh, I should add that Master asked for them to be set somewhat deeper, since they're not just for decoration (giggle).

My only regret is that we didn't have a few moments alone when all the piercings were completed. I was so turned on that all I would have needed was Master's permission and a touch or two to climax. THAT was a heck of a surprise to me!

Master made do with cuddling me for a few minutes, allowing me to catch my breath and come down a bit. I stumbled into my shoes and Master guided me back to the waiting room. I collected my instruction sheet for cleaning, sea salt for soaks, and a bottle of Provon soap. We thanked Phish (profusely), and then I tottered into Master's car. I honestly don't remember the trip back to my hotel.

What I DO remember is the feeling of Master's rings in my flesh. They were tender, throbbing a bit, but it all kind of melted into something very good. And I remember walking up the stairs with him, and stopping partway in surprise, then starting again and giggling, because we could HEAR the jingling of the rings bumping together. WOW

Once we got to my room, Master had me undress quickly, then had me lay down and just LOOKED at the rings. (Phish had warned us that no sex was allowed for two weeks, and no touching other than for cleaning.) He told me over and over how pleased and proud he was, how exciting it had been to watch me, and how much I belonged to him. It was wonderful.

Seven weeks have passed since then. I'm healing well and very quickly, I think. The barbell feels completely healed; and the labia rings, while still a little bit tender, feel very good. I've followed the cleaning regimen religiously, and done the sea salt soaks as often as possible (nightly at least, and as many days as I could--twice a day was recommended). The only "problems" I've had are in moving, especially getting into my car. Sometimes I'll slide sideways and the rings will catch just a bit. I have a new appreciation for baseball players and all their "adjustments". (smile)

I haven't been back to visit Master yet, since he had me pierced, so I can't say much about how they feel when we make love. But, he's allowed me to masturbate and touch them and it's been incredible. I've always been reasonably sensitive. I enjoy touches from light to intense. But oh my, the way the barbell feels is, almost indescribable! Just wiggling it a bit feels good (even sitting and walking are suddenly a lot more pleasurable). More pressure feels even better. So many different ways to touch it, and the rings. I can't wait until Master is able to use them!

That's physically. Emotionally, I'm awed....I feel so close to my Master, so bound to him, wearing his rings. Even at this awful distance, I feel connected, which is wonderful. I'm so happy he chose this beautiful way to mark me, and I'll be forever His.