Before I met my Master, I had no piercings. The ones in my ears from my teens had closed up and I never wore anything in them. I had no interest at all.
Then my Master said he was thinking of having my nipples pierced and just the thought of it made them harden. I was in the piercing shop within the hour, booking an appointment for the next week.
Thinking about it for the next seven days kept my nipples perpetually hard and my pussy wet. I kept picturing how good my nipples would look with their piercings, but mainly I kept thinking just how pleased my Master would be all the time knowing they were done.
Despite the initial pain of the piercing, I loved the look immediately. They looked slutty and ready and I wanted to show them off and play with them instantly. I couldn’t wait to show them to my Master and get his approval. I can still remember how hot it was the first time he played with them.
Not only did they make me even wetter for him, they brought out a streak of exhibitionism in me and I was delighted when my Master told me to stop wearing a bra now I had them done. My tits rubbed against everything I wore and I was so aware of my how my nipples were feeling.
I was also very aware of how aware other people might be of my nipples. Part of me felt self conscious. Part of me loved it. The idea that as I went about my day to day business, the bars in my nipples were noticeable was incredibly hot. A little hint of my sluttiness.
Then a few months later, my Master offered me a collar. But one that changed my body as well as my life. It would be a vertical clitoral hood piercing. Now considered to be a form of female genital mutilation under UK legislation, getting it for him would be a challenge.
I had to work hard to find someone to do it for me and it helped build the anticipation perfectly. As did a visit from my Master that morning before I went, bringing me the present of the large dildo I no longer think of as particularly large.
He also came in my mouth before I left so I lay on the table with the taste of his cock on my lips having my piercing done. A surprisingly painless and easy piercing to have done and heal, I love it. Every time I catch sight of it or feel it, it reminds me that I belong to my Master. I obey his orders. My body is his.
The clit piercing also makes my body respond even more to him. I can feel my clit swell and harden when he tells me to do something. It’s much more apparent than without it. My orgasms are completely different, both with him and without. And I can come from anal.
I love how my piercings symbolise and encourage the changes in my body my Master has made. I’ve also had my nose done since and am planning a tongue piercing so that I can look forward to wrapping it round the tip of Master’s cock and practising licking pussy.
They’ve tapped into my submissive slutty side like I could never have imagined.