clit ring, pain and a very lucky slave

Friday night – Master S and i were on the way home from an evening out. Without being ordered, I took off all my clothes for the ride home. This makes Master happy and i know that He’ll want to pleasure me while He’s driving.

i position myself as directed – legs open, feet touching just at the big toes so He can inspect the arches of my feet at a glance. My pussy is open to Him and He turns on the light inside the vehicle to get a better view. Soon His warm hand finds my thigh, lingering there before delivering long, slow strokes on my pussy.

He feels my wetness and then brings His hand to His nose to inhale my scent. Then He continues His masterful manipulation, making me come several times. We find ourselves home much too quickly for my liking…settling into the rest of the evening at home with a surly teen.

Saturday morning – Master directs me to pause in front of Him and He touches my pussy. This is a non-verbal command to spread my legs so He can view His domain more easily. i do so, only to see a questioning look on His face. “Did you remove your piercing” He asks. i gasp – unaware that between last night and this morning, my clit jewelry had fallen out. Knowing how quickly my skin heals, i’m concerned that i may need to be re-pierced if i don’t find the missing ring. Also, as it was only last weekend that i endured punishment, i didn’t want Master to consider this an event worthy of more discipline.

It didn’t take long for me to start a thorough search. The sheets were inspected in case it fell out while sleeping. My steps were retraced and all possible nooks and crannies were considered. Then i looked in the truck – and the ball part of the piercing was sitting on the seat but the ring was nowhere to be found. Uh oh. Our robust romp had caused the jewelry to come undone.

i suggested to Master that we drive to town to get a replacement. He agrees, but wants to go back to the tattoo shop…just in case. He even suggested that Josh (the young guy who did the piercings) take a look at it and do the reinsertion. My heart sank. i certainly didn’t want to revisit Josh seeing me naked again…

Before going to see Josh, we stopped in to a local coffee shop – Master S had a latte and I had a cup of tea. While there, my mind was whirling. i suggested that Josh didn’t need to see us again and i could most certainly handle putting it back in.

Master sternly said, “You still haven’t let go. This is an example of you controlling from the bottom.” i realized he was right. i was trying to manipulate the situation. He’s wise to bring it to my attention.

We continued on to the tattoo shop and Josh advised us as to which types of jewelry would provide the most stimulation. We end up with two new pieces – including a barbell style that was highly recommended. Shortly afterwards, we head home for the reinsertion process.

While i lay back on the bed, Master is graciously helping out. Unfortunately, the piercing has already started to close and the curved design of the barbell doesn’t lend itself to easy entry. i triy to focus on other things while Master’s hands were working the bar through. He was trying to be gentle and had managed to penetrate the piercing from one end, but…it hurt!

i offer to take over the task and He happily agrees. After some time i could spot the glint of metal near the exit side. The problem was, the metal was much thicker than the hole. This meant i’d basically have to re-punch thru the opening. Taking a deep breath, i gave it a final shove. Success! But along with that came an amount of pain. Still, it was now done. i screwed on the ball to cap it off and stood up, a bit shaky.

We didn’t have sex that evening, but were eager to try out the new jewelry this morning…just to see if Josh was right about its stimulating effects.

It was absolutely delightful due to the continuous stimulation provided by the balls on either end of the bar. i came time and time again. Master was pleased. i wanted to do something for Him, as i realize i do provide Him with a fair amount of work in my training. i asked him if He’d like to take me from behind while striking my back. i know He likes it and it shows my eagerness to please.

He bent me over the bed. It didn’t take more than 3 strikes from a cane before He came with a vengeance. Soon afterwards, i licked Him clean as is my duty.  i consider myself to be a very lucky slave.