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Mistress asked me to write this for Her web site.\u00a0 Now, i couldn’t be happier to contribute something like this to Her ‘temple’ online, in a sense to let new would-be slaves get an idea of where Mistress Marquesa can really take a slave, and maybe also to broadcast what a good boy i’ve been to everyone else. But i’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, or one to write on something like this for ready access to millions of computers worldwide.\u00a0 Then again, i’ve never before been one to take part in the kind of thing i’m going to write about…<\/span><\/p>\n i first met Mistress Marquesa about three months ago (January 1999).\u00a0 i’m a once and future LA native, now residing in Phoenix.\u00a0 i came back to town for a week and\u00a0 decided to make a top priority of indulging my submissive fantasies for the first time.\u00a0 The LA Weekly and LA Express led me to the Web and eventually to Mistress’ very well done web site that you all are perusing now.\u00a0 It wasn’t about 15 minutes of reading and looking at what Her Highness had to offer, judging by what was on Her site, that i decided that She definitely looked like the real McCoy, the dominant female i dreamed would take me down to the place of slavery i fantasized about.\u00a0 After some call bouncing that Monday, including me calling Her voice mail and message lines just to hear Her luscious voice again, She called me and we set our first meeting in a session that following day.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i saw Her twice that week i was in town,\u00a0 quickly starting my introduction to being Her slave.\u00a0 Those two sessions were the most powerful, intensely erotic experiences i had ever had.\u00a0\u00a0 Forgoing the descriptions of that experience to focus on what i’m supposed to be writing about, it was near the end of our second session, that Saturday, that She first mentioned getting a piercing.\u00a0 The piercing She said that She most liked to see on Her slaves was a Prince Albert.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n For those of you who don’t know, a Prince Albert is a piercing through the head of the penis.\u00a0 That is to say, the piercing runs from a hole below and behind the head of the penis and out the ureter (the piss-hole, for you less urologically astute types), where a hoop goes. Kind of like the ring through the septum in a nose pierce.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i already knew what a Prince Albert was.\u00a0 i’d never been much for piercing.\u00a0 i had my left ear done at fifteen, had considered getting my tongue done (the perfect bona-fide of a little Westside skater punk like me) and maybe my nose.\u00a0 However, the concept of getting a Prince Albert, or for that matter, any other piercing below the waist, would have elicited a solid “Hells nah!” from me before.\u00a0 Like most guys are, i’d imagine , i’m pretty fiercely protective of my manhood, and the idea of having a sharp piece of steel impaled through the head of my cock was definitely outside, in the extreme.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Of course, the fact that it was something that i would ‘never’ do was just fine for Mistress Marquesa and Her ways.\u00a0 Technically, She didn’t really ever command me to get pierced. i don’t think She really would have if it was beyond any sort of boundary for me.\u00a0 i would have thought that it was at that before.\u00a0 But the thing about being with Her, the real power that She ultimately has and exercises over Her boy-toys, is that pleasing Her and making Her happy is extremely rewarding in and of itself.\u00a0 Whippings and spankings early on demonstrated a bit of this, that taking a wee bit of pain was definitely worth the rush and the pleasure that came from making Her happy (then there’s Her nasty little black clothespins, but i won’t go into that now…).\u00a0 At that time, tired from the session, my response was a safely noncommittal “i’ll give it some thought…”\u00a0 Of course i gave it quite a bit of thought later…\u00a0 It wasn’t but a day or two after that i said that i’d seriously consider doing it the next time we met.\u00a0 Shitfire.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After i headed back home to Phoenix, about a month later, i bought Her hypnosis audio tape, the one She gives first to new slaves, “Hypnotic Surrender.”\u00a0 That was a trip in and of itself.\u00a0 Great stuff, She really plays your mind with that one, and leaves room open for much more fun and games. \u00a0 After listening to that a bit, it became very clear, what i had said before about pleasing Her.\u00a0 My purpose, my aspiration, had to be to please Her, that was my place as Her slave.\u00a0 And if Her pleasure came at my sufferance, so much the better!\u00a0 That only validated my place as Her slave further.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n This may be just an aftereffect of how She’s broken in my brain a bit, but it seemed, and it still does seem, like i had a choice in the matter.\u00a0 Like i said, She never really commanded me to get pierced, and i don’t think that it would have been Her way to do so.\u00a0 She just suggested it and left me to sit with it.\u00a0 Of course there was the knowledge that it would please Her, and with that piece of information and one other, it became a made decision.\u00a0 i have always been a thinking man, my brain is always in hyperdrive and needs to wrap around and rationalize everything.\u00a0 So too in this case. Getting a ring through my cock would make Her happy, i had to make Her happy so i could be happy, and so it was.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n The other concern that i had was safety.\u00a0 Having a piece of metal\u00a0 punch a hole through any part of your body has inherent risks,\u00a0 nerve damage, infection, allergic response, uncontrolled bleeding, etc.\u00a0 This was one reason that i haven’t gotten a tongue pierce.\u00a0 My Mistress was kind enough to inform me that the P.A., much to my welcome surprise, was one of the safer pierces, tongue and other oral or nasal pierces were the really dangerous ones.\u00a0 After checking up a bit on piercing safety and care, i shit my pants and jumped right in.\u00a0 Mistress gave me, so it seemed, another chance to\u00a0 reconsider over the phone, saying that if it was too much for me, She would understand.\u00a0 At that point, though, the Rubicon, the point of no return, had been crossed.\u00a0 i was good to go, “hells yes, i’ll get my cock jammed with a steel spike like a cocktail weenie!”\u00a0 Like Not-So-Wiley Coyote says elsewhere on this site, “Second Floor, Going Down”<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n My next sojourn to Lost Angeles was on March 4, my birthday.\u00a0 i had set a session with Her Majesty that morning, going to Her place right from the airport.\u00a0 Three months of anticipation worked themselves out a bit there, but that was only a prelude for what was to come.\u00a0 i was going to see Her again the next day, and then we’d go down to Venice Beach, to Buzzbomb, and get the piercing done.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n The session the next day with Mistress was the best yet.\u00a0 A bit of everything fun, lot’s of pain, lot’s of pleasure, the real actualization of what i’d been waiting three months in Arizona for.\u00a0 i always relish the feelings i get on my ass and nips after She tortures them.\u00a0 Whenever i move, it reminds me of Her. Afterwards, She took a bit of time getting ready to go. i took a bit of time recovering and looking at Her pictures and Her stylin’ collection of fridge magnets. Then we set out for Venice Beach and Buzzbomb to get the piercing done.\u00a0<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Earlier She had expressed some concern, the day before, about me being good to go, and whether i would chicken out.\u00a0 That elicited a half-smile from me.\u00a0 My mind was well made up, i wasn’t going to chicken out, Hell or high water.\u00a0 i never back down.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Down to Venice. After a couple slices of pizza, commenting on the various ‘local wildlife’ on the Beach that Friday, and heading in a wrong turn, we found Buzzbomb.\u00a0 It was a weird kind of homecoming for me.\u00a0 Venice Beach was a spot where i used to hang out with a lot of other stoners and get laced and spend the day or party nights at two-six, at the end of Ocean Park.\u00a0 It was, literally, the first time i’d been there in over a year.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa looked quite a bit different, as opposed to Her black leather and lace and the dim light of the guest room where She ‘entertains guests’. Instead, she wore sweats and was out in the sun.\u00a0 She looked great either way.\u00a0 Her hair was a bit tousled and Her eyes, when She took off Her sunglasses, were a lovely, bright shade of green, sparkling in the Pacific sun.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Buzzbomb is like a lot of other spots on the Boardwalk, a combination tattoo parlor, piercing studio and head shop.\u00a0 The name sounded familiar and, after looking at some of the art and talking with Melanie, who did my pierce, i remembered someone i knew who used to work there and got some work done there.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After a bit of browsing tattoos and jewelry, we were all set for the piercing.\u00a0 Melanie was the professional doing the job.\u00a0 She was in her late twenties or early thirties maybe, had a load of pierces (that i could see) in her face, even some of those solid, metal tubes inside her earlobes. She had a nice, agreeable demeanor, which, i suppose, helped considering the business of the day.\u00a0 We looked at the jewelry available and settled on a 316L surgical-grade stainless steel, 10 gauge hoop with a hematite (black glossy metal) bead. Yes that’s right, 10 gauge, a bit bigger than an eighth of an inch. Pretty big, considering.\u00a0 i played around with the bead and ring a bit,\u00a0 being shown how to remove and replace the bead.\u00a0 Last thing i would want is trouble down below…<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After going to the bathroom in the back and cleaning up, (and checking my head, i hate waiting to facing something like this, anticipation is always the worst) i came out and was ready.\u00a0 Mistress and Melanie took me to a booth near the front counter with a padded leather adjustable chair, almost like a dentist chair, and a curtain in front.\u00a0 This was it, game time.\u00a0 i’ve done some pretty crazy things and taken some very serious pain before, but still, it was never the experience this was.\u00a0 No turning back now though.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i sat down on the chair, Melanie pulled the curtain and told me to lower my pants and drawers.\u00a0 As stupid as it sounds, my first, unspoken, reaction was ‘do i hafta?’\u00a0 My head was definitely outta sync, i was about to get my dick pierced and i was trying to avoid taking my pants down.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Melanie left and came back.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa was there, to my left, looking down at Her little slave on the chair. Having Her there was really the big part of the whole thing, the only thing that really made it bearable.\u00a0 She really has the deepest green eyes, and i could tell she was definitely looking forward to this.\u00a0 That was the best part of this whole episode, Her looking down at me, Her eyes bright, with an expectant, eager look, and all of lit by the glowing light of the beach.\u00a0 i am a sensation junkie, and the fullness of that image stands with me.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i asked Melanie if there were any stirrups.\u00a0 She said yes, but i wouldn’t need any. From the look of them, they probably would have been more trouble than they were worth.\u00a0 Mistress asked if i thought i should be hypnotized, She mentioned hypnosis as being useful for dealing with pain.\u00a0 It seemed more of flight of fancy than anything. Something in the experience probably would have been lost if i was under.\u00a0 Being a recovering drunk and drug addict, i couldn’t have done this drunk or have taken anything for the pain, but that was probably just as well.\u00a0 Mistress said that nipples supposedly hurt worse anyway, something Melanie confirmed.\u00a0 i would have maybe been happy with a bullet, or better yet, a ball gag to bite down on, but both were unnecessary and i was better off breathing continually and deeply.\u00a0 Besides, even though i’m often as quiet as a ghost, hearing oneself scream in pain can be a good and necessary thing.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n It was a strange experience to be sure, rather erotic really.\u00a0 i was there, with my pants down and my cock exposed with two females present, not a new experience, and (from my experience) generally portentous of something good about to happen :), except now i was the one on my back, about to get something shoved in me.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Melanie did some prep, cleaning the area with iodine.\u00a0 A sharp one (no pun intended), she went over the job with Mistress, knowing exactly whose property she was really handling and who to talk to, as to how the piercing would go.\u00a0 At this point, if not before, Melanie would have had to have been blind and daft (i hoped dearly that she was neither) as to what the relationship was between Marquesa and i.\u00a0 Seeing my recently shaved privates would have told her something.\u00a0 It was, of course, no cause for concern.\u00a0 She’d very likely seen this kind of thing before, and if she had a problem, she or anyone else, they could go to hell.\u00a0 i decided not to watch, it’s always better not to watch, the less you know the better.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After the prep, she got on with it.\u00a0 As i said, i didn’t watch, but from what i heard and felt, i surmised that first, she put a tube or catheter of some kind inside my ureter to guide the needle through where it would go.\u00a0 Mistress spoke a bit about catheterization, about how it really got some guys off in Her experience, and others not, and that i was probably one of the ‘nots’.\u00a0 It didn’t feel good at all, it hurt sharply, i asked if that was it.\u00a0 Melanie said no, and then said, “Well, maybe I should have said yeah.”<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n She did some more work down there.\u00a0 Previously Mistress had said that someone asked Her whether She planned to watch my eyes or my cock while this was going on.\u00a0 She said She didn’t know and that She wished She could watch both.\u00a0 Ultimately, game time here, She decided to watch my cock.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Finally, Melanie said that i was going to feel a sting.\u00a0 She was understating that to be sure.\u00a0 i think she warned me so that i wouldn’t thrash or kick in surprise and mess up her work or give her a taste of my Nikes unexpectedly.\u00a0 It didn’t much help me though.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n There are a couple of different flavors to pain.\u00a0 i break them down into two, or at least i usually do.\u00a0 There is the kind of pain that one feels often, in response to minor injury, or movement, or sensitivity in various areas, or pressure, or Mistress’ little toys.\u00a0 This is bearable pain, pain that gives itself without serious injury or consequence, pain that let’s you know that you’re still alive.\u00a0 Feedback pain.\u00a0 Good pain, in other words.\u00a0 Then there is the more serious kind of pain that fulfills what neurobiologists say evolution provided pain for, to warn of injury or damage and prevent further injury or damage.\u00a0 Pain in response to trauma.\u00a0 Pain that lets you know something seriously wrong has happened.\u00a0 The kind of pain that results from broken bones, dislocated joints, muscle strains, blunt force trauma, severe burns and the like.\u00a0 The kind of pain that portends going into shock to deal with it.\u00a0 A pain that i have had all too much experience with.\u00a0 Bad pain, so to speak.\u00a0 Trauma response pain, i call it.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n What i felt next in my dick, inside my dick in a sense, seemed like both and neither.\u00a0 It hurt, a lot.\u00a0 It hurt like a holy sonofabitch, and it had memory, it lasted.\u00a0 Essentially, this is where the needle went through the meat of my cock, it could be nothing else and it felt like nothing else.\u00a0 The only thing i can compare it to, and it’s kind of a tepid comparison, is somehow getting a wasp sting inside the shaft of my dick.\u00a0 i gasped and clenched. It kept up for a few seconds, i kept from screaming, but breathed and grasped down on the table, trying not to squirm as best I could.\u00a0 i lost some visual awareness, but Melanie told me that i was doing good, and it wouldn’t be much longer.\u00a0 Then, a few seconds later, the pain rapidly subsided, to be replaced with a sharp tenderness.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Once in the 1970s, a communist Japanese Red Army terrorist who took a contract job to perform acts of terrorism in Israel. He was caught and sent to an Israeli prison.\u00a0 While inside, he learned about Judaism and decided to convert.\u00a0 The prison authorities were not keen on seeing a murderous, foreign terrorist convert to their faith and decided not to help him in his religious conversion.\u00a0 He took it upon himself to do what he could to convert, and as part of this effort, HE CIRCUMCISED HIMSELF IN PRISON WITH HIS TEETH.\u00a0 How this was possible, i cannot answer, but it is a matter of factual record.\u00a0 As it was, if circumcision hurt anything like getting a P.A., and i imagine it hurts worse, how this inhumanly motivated individual managed to take such a task upon himself is quite a bit beyond me after this experience.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Afterwards, i got plenty of kudos from Mistress, which of course, even in my semi-stuporous state, was like divinity to my ears.\u00a0 That made it all worthwhile.\u00a0 My dick was in such a state as i had never seen it.\u00a0 Not just limp, but hurt, it was shrunk and livid and angry.\u00a0 There was blood, that was the first thing i noted, a rather copious amount actually, and that spooked me.\u00a0 i took a look at it, as did Mistress.\u00a0 God, it was weird looking indeed!\u00a0 i wasn’t quite sure what to expect going in, and now that i was looking at it, damn, was it ever strange.\u00a0<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Blood was still coming out the ureter, would the rest of that day, in amounts that i wouldn’t under any circumstances have been comfortable with ever coming out of my cock.\u00a0 This wasn’t blood diluted in urine, as from a renal injury, but viscous, oxygenated, deep red whole blood, coming out the head of my penis.\u00a0 But the piercing looked cool.\u00a0 It looked real cool, and not quite at all what i expected.\u00a0 All the fun that could be had with this, i thought, when it heals.\u00a0 At the moment, though, i doubted that “Lefty” was going to be doing much partying for some time.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Mistress Marquesa seemed happy indeed.\u00a0 i’d really never seen Her like this, not quite the deftly commanding presence She was in Her ‘chamber’, but almost in awe, like a child turning over a new toy at Christmas.\u00a0 In a sense, that is very much what it was, except more like an upgrade to a toy and it wasn’t Christmas.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After a few minutes, Melanie asked if\u00a0 i was done looking at it.\u00a0 i said yes after a few minutes.\u00a0 She wrapped it up with gauze after cleaning some of the blood and finally, like a containment piece, put a rubber glove over it before affixing it all on with a rubber band.\u00a0 i got a very weird feeling at that point.\u00a0 Blood leaking from my privates, and a bunch of gauze and rubber containing it, i felt intellectually perhaps this was like when a woman has a period.\u00a0 An uncomfortable parallel at best, and one i hope i don’t soon have to make again.\u00a0 Melanie said that the bleeding should be all stopped within 24 hours, and that it was going to be minor and less than it looked like.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After this, Melanie explained all the procedures for caring for the new piercing.\u00a0 It should be cleaned twice a day with warm water and Dial or another anti-bacterial soap.\u00a0 She was very specific about the product used and, from my research on care, i knew what was needed, a soap containing Triclosan.\u00a0 She was very, very, very adamant about not ever using hydrogen peroxide or alcohol to clean it.\u00a0 i decided to ask, why i don’t know, what would happen if i did.\u00a0 She said, “You could lose your penis.”\u00a0 HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD PRAY FOR US SINNERS!\u00a0 i always laughed at the joke about the Hong Kong Dong, but i could actually lose my cock if i used what many would regard as the natural stuff to clean a puncture wound?\u00a0 She explained yes, that those products kill cells, and that at least, they would cause the piercing to migrate, to grow out, and that didn’t seem to keen to me either.\u00a0 Dial antibacterial soap only, twice a day, rotate the piercing five or six times.\u00a0 Soak it in salt water once a day, even after the healing process is complete.\u00a0 Then she told me something that i more or less knew, but probably sounds strange to you, dear reader, and to most folks.\u00a0 She told me that urine was nothing to worry about and that, after cleaning and rinsing the piercing, i should urinate. Always urinate after, to clean and rinse out the inside of the soap and other stuff.\u00a0 Urine is nearly sterile and is harmless to oneself.\u00a0 She stressed that point as well, to urinate always after cleaning.\u00a0 She then gave me a hard copy of some care guidelines and her card in case of any other questions or trouble.\u00a0 Oh, and please, remember to practice safe sex.\u00a0 i asked her how it would affect performance, and if there might be any loss of sensitivity or anything.\u00a0 She said no, and that in most cases she heard about it tended to heighten sensitivity.\u00a0 No complaints there. \ud83d\ude42<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After getting cleaned up and ‘bandaged’, i pulled my boxers and my Levi’s back up, they had started out a bit tight and i now wished that they were looser, got to my feet, and shambled out from behind the curtain.\u00a0 It wasn’t exactly easy moving around, i didn’t quite go bowlegged, but I must have been at least somewhat noticeable.\u00a0 My head was all flushed and rushed.\u00a0 Mistress and i headed out back onto the Boardwalk.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n She seemed to be in a good place.\u00a0 She was happy and proud of me and She said so.\u00a0 That was excellent, nothing could have made me happier than hearing that.\u00a0 She told me that this was the first P.A. She had seen done in three years and that threw me for a loop.\u00a0 A woman like this, with Her power to get as many men as She could ever want, crawling on their knees and enduring all sorts of pain and humiliation for Her amusement, who happens to get turned on by P.A.’s,\u00a0 and this was the first one She’d seen done in three years?\u00a0 There seemed something very basically wrong with that.\u00a0 If you don’t know Her yet, than it’s difficult to describe exactly why, but knowing Her gives a glimpse, that She definitely deserves to see as many guys get their penises skewered for Her as She wants and She has the capability to get them to do it, i’d say from my experience.\u00a0 She explained that She and a slave of Hers planned on him getting one some time back but he got one on his own without letting Her in on it. i guess, as some kind of ‘half-cocked’ surprise, (LOL) and She got ‘shafted’, so to speak (ROFL:)).\u00a0 i hope She beat his ass good for that.\u00a0 But i was indeed glad that i had suffered so to ameliorate that for Her.\u00a0 That i had been the first one She’d seen get this in three years made it all the better.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n On the way back to Her car, She explained that She had to get back home, She had another appointment coming up.\u00a0 i was a little sad for that, that we had to cut things off in a few (i’ll avoid that pun), but the Mistress is a busy Woman, Her time is precious and there are many, many would-be slaves out there for Her to subjugate.\u00a0 i decided to head back with Her, i’d get my ride from near there, after getting some more food, and She had a bit of time.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n We headed back to Her place.\u00a0 i was still in a zone.\u00a0 She headed up to Her room and after i called my ride, She spent a bit of time going over the copious volume of Internet traffic that concerns Her and i recuperated on the floor at Her feet.\u00a0 All seemed right, cool, excellent.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i had to wait outside, at a street corner, for my ride, for a damned hour!\u00a0 That was messed up.\u00a0 i had to be on my feet so long and i’m sure i kept getting weird looks from the mooks at the gas station at the corner.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n After i got home, i decided to check out the ‘damage’ and clean up.\u00a0 i took off the glove and the gauze.\u00a0 The gauze was soaked through with blood, not pretty.\u00a0 Finally, my dick was exposed.\u00a0 Climbing the stairs up to my room wasn’t fun, but at least i was covered.\u00a0 The sight was only a bit prettier than i remember it.\u00a0 Blood was still coming out the head, not flowing, but not stopping either, essentially clotted but not sealed.\u00a0 i found some Triclosan soap and cleaned up.\u00a0 i soaked in salt-water then pissed.\u00a0\u00a0 i decided it was best to change, my Levi’s weren’t exactly all that comfortable in my state.\u00a0 i got some old, worn, but comfortable sweat pants, got into them and headed downstairs.\u00a0 i had decided to go uncovered at first, i felt air was the best thing at the moment.\u00a0 But after feeling some moisture down below and then realizing the crotch of my pants was starting to soak with blood, i realized i had to keep it bandaged at least for now.\u00a0 Some more gauze and a rubber band stayed on all day.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n The first day was the worst.\u00a0 i moved funny, had trouble with stairs and peeing was a real bitch.\u00a0 It kept bleeding and i changed the gauze at least four or five times.\u00a0 Cleaning was trouble too, there was dried blood on the hoop, part in and part out of my penis, and that took some ginger cleaning with a tissue and warm water to take care of.\u00a0 Boy, was i ever tender!\u00a0 At least, because of my birthday the previous day, i got to have steamed lobster that night.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Sleeping was some trouble.\u00a0 i hoped that it would be some time before i had a hard on.\u00a0 The covers were trouble enough.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n The next day was a lot better.\u00a0 There was some dried blood inside my dick and on the piercing and jewelry, as well as some solid matter, but that was easily remedied.\u00a0 Moreover, the bleeding had stopped.\u00a0 That day, i was on a plane back to Phoenix.\u00a0 i got up late, not much to do that day.\u00a0 i went down to Santa Monica Place and did some shopping, really uneventful.\u00a0 Barbecued steak for dinner than night, then the plane.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n As of today, it has been 13 days, nearly two weeks since i got the piercing.\u00a0 Things improved quickly.\u00a0 The next day, i had to work. \u00a0 That night, when i got back, of all things, the piercing looked pretty cool.\u00a0 i called and mailed Mistress immediately thanking Her and telling Her about it.\u00a0 It looked so weird and so cool!<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n About four days after, the piercing seemed okay.\u00a0 It moved well enough. The skin seemed, well, still a bit tight on it, but loose enough.\u00a0 It was about that time, a Tuesday night, that i made a mistake.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i had been cleaning and maintaining it rigorously and it didn’t hurt quite so much. i figured that it was okay now and it was time to give it a ‘test run’.\u00a0 The healing time on a PA is four to six weeks,\u00a0 and about twice as much time before the piercing is stable and ‘sealed’, so to speak.\u00a0 i had had mine about five days.\u00a0 i was watching TV and on Mistress’ web site and i got very horny and hot and, as is too often the case, figured i had to do something about it ‘RIGHT NOW!’\u00a0 So, in my bed, under the covers…<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n It hurt, it hurt a lot.\u00a0 i could barely keep my head straight, it hurt so bad.\u00a0 It hurt at both holes and down the shaft of my dick, a dull ache with each stroke.\u00a0 i finished the job, of course, once i start something, hell, high water or penis feeling like it’s going to break right down the middle be damned!\u00a0 It wasn’t at all good though, it hurt and I felt guilty.\u00a0 Not only did i do something stupid and dangerous, I had played with myself without Mistress’ permission!\u00a0 Uh oh!\u00a0 i had handled Her property without Her say-so!\u00a0 That was bad.\u00a0 \ud83d\ude41<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n i cleaned up rigorously afterwards.\u00a0 It was a few days before i let Her know.\u00a0 i was ashamed.\u00a0 She had been so proud and happy and i had fucked up!\u00a0 At least no harm done, and i did get a ‘feel’ for how it performed, it was quite sensitive indeed!\u00a0 Mistress called me a naughty slut and said that She would deal with me later on this.\u00a0 A bit of relief there, i figured that if She gave me my licks later, then She would not be too angry now and i would pay for my crap in full later.\u00a0 That was good, that was very good.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n As of today, it’s been thirteen days, nearly two weeks.\u00a0 i peg the final end of recovery time, the time when i would feel safe taking it out, at about May 16th.\u00a0 Maybe April 15th or 16th before i would really put it through strenuous paces.\u00a0 i noticed something as of late.\u00a0 It hurts a lot less, like, when i get hard.\u00a0 i noticed something else too, there is some thickening, it seems, around the new, pierced hole below the head of my dick, around the hoop, and i surmise that’s the first noticeable sign of the healing process.\u00a0 The healing of any pierce is caused first by an immune response to the foreign object, and then ends up with the forming of epithelial cells around the jewelry, a tube of new outer skin, in essence.\u00a0 >From the look of it, i see a ring of what looks like that from the outside around the hoop, and i surmise that this means that the skin is starting to form, that the piercing is starting to ‘take’, so to speak.\u00a0 That is good indeed.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n As i said, Mistress asked me to write this for all of the slaves and would-be slaves on the Web out there.\u00a0 i will be keeping up with this in future installments, letting everyone know how it goes .\u00a0 The big thing though, that i really feel and must be expressed, is that i never thought i would get a steel ring through the head of my cock.\u00a0 Mistress Marquesa thought that i would and She was right. She’s always right.\u00a0 If anything, where i’ve come, and how i am now, i can only thank Her for it all, for taking me into servitude to Her and allowing me to serve and please Her like this.\u00a0 Thank You Mistress.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n slave tommyboy<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mistress asked me to write this for Her web site.\u00a0 Now, i couldn’t be happier to contribute something like this to Her ‘temple’ online, in a sense to let new would-be slaves get an idea of where Mistress Marquesa can really take a slave, and maybe also to broadcast what a good boy i’ve […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":56,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,4],"tags":[495,27,546,39,158,545,125,544],"class_list":["post-925","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspired-by-goddess-marquesa","category-stories","tag-black-leather","tag-green-eyes","tag-lace","tag-marquesa","tag-pain","tag-pleasing-mistress","tag-post-hypnotic-suggestion","tag-prince-albert-piercing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2FCuA-eV","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/56"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=925"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":926,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/925\/revisions\/926"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=925"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}