Genital Piercings

Never thought, in my more or less vanilla days, that I'd have any kind of piercings. It took me until I was 26 to get my ears pierced. It was another 18 years before my first genital piercing (clitoral hood.) Let me tell you, I vowed I'd never get another one of those. All those people who told me it didn't hurt as bad as they'd anticipated either were drunk or had very high expectations of pain. It hurt worse than I'd imagined, and ached for days. I've had a broken arm with pins and screws, and I'll take that again any day, for level of pain.

BUT, having said that, recently the Man has teased me with discussion of the further piercings with which he plans to decorate my genitals. I am intrigued. The masochistic show-off side of me is fascinated, and the warrior side of me wants me to be stoic, and the very small submissive part of me remembers what pleasure it brought him to take me before his piercer friend and display me for the pirecing. It was long a fantasy of mine, and the idea of further decoration makes me wet. I think, from the hints he's dropped, that I had better prepare myself mentally for the labial piercings we've been discussing this coming weekend. We are going to his old neighborhood in Columbus, and the piercer is part of the gay leather scene there. I am tantalized but frightened, less by the pain, than the fear of loss of control -- afraid I'll embarass him or myself crying out.