This is our truth, tell us yours
AS the attacks on non normative sexuality continue apace, now it seems being pierced has been added to the list of things “good girls” dont do. Anyone who erases consent in the way the new department of health guidelines do is clearly driven by ideology, an ideology which sacrifices the genuine victims of FGM in order to make a point about being squicked by body modifications.
I found my diary entry from the day I was pierced, I challenge you to read it and claim I am a victim of genital mutilation.
There are three pictures that sum up yesterday, laughter, subspace and giving my Master pleasure. However as they are all facepics I am afraid that mere words are going to have to capture what was a perfect day. Words seem so in eloquent though, how to capture the way my feet dragged as we headed towards the piercing parlour? Or the fact I almost got the giggles at the paddington like hard stare my master gave me when i expressed my incredulity at the fact we were sitting in a greasy spoon discussing politics minutes before i would be submitting my body to him on a piercers table.
Can words capture the relaxed friendliness of “our piercer” or my wetness as I held my cunt open for him to examine my labia? The pain was much less than I anticipated, I barely swore, I did however orgasm, both on the table and after we left the shop, where my Masters hand was needed to steady me and I rejoiced in the way his hand enveloped mine, guiding me as a concerned parent leads a tired child.
AS we drove back I honestly began purring, my breasts exposed, my new piercings throbbing and bleeding and intensely beautiful. But the day was not, as I thought, over. As i stood before him naked, surrounded by trees, the soothing sound of running water the perfect soundtrack, I was in a state of bliss, only one thing could make me feel happier, and then he offered his cock to me and falling to my knees, perfection was achieved.
Words fly away from me, not able to capture the memories that tumble through my mind, one provoking another, leading onto a third, and I will never forget the look of pleasure and contentment on his face as I tasted his cock.