A Piercing Urge

It was just about a year ago when he first brought it up. We were staying at my mom’s house, and we had just written our D/s contract in the car ride on the way down. We hadn’t even signed it yet, but the NRE buzz was already crackling between us. He’d just given me a (hopefully) silent spoon spanking in the bathroom and I could feel a lovely soreness spreading on my right butt cheek as we cuddled up under the sheets. It was morning, and we had woken before my mom, but we didn’t want to venture out of our secluded guest area, savoring the few moments alone that we could.

He toyed with my nipples, pinching them roughly and watching me squirm quietly. Back and forth from one to the other, he took turns torturing them until they were pinked and hard. I loved the combination of pain and pleasure, the quietly sadistic smile on his face, and the way I felt so little under his big hands. It was the first moment that I truly felt like a submissive. Not just submissive, but a submissive, owned by Him.

When he asked, I was thrown off. My body didn’t react in the same way my mind did. There was an unfamiliar dissonance.

“What do you think about getting these pierced?” he asked as he tugged.

My mind instantly went red, shame and fear swirled around inside me, and I felt like I wanted to cry. My body, though, had a different idea. I was turned on, the thought of being marked like that was incredibly arousing. The thought that I was just a piece of property to be altered as he saw fit was something I’d never considered, but the idea drove me crazy in the best of ways.

I’m not against piercings. My mom pierced my ears when I was seven. She sat me down at the kitchen table and stuck a needle through each ear, and that was it. I loved wearing earrings, little gold balls graduated to pretty sapphire studs given to me by my grandmother. As an adult, earrings are my favorite accessory. When I was twenty, I got my eyebrow pierced and loved it for about a year before I caught it with my t-shirt one too many times and decided to take it out.

I’m in my late thirties now. I don’t have any tattoos, except for the sentimental “mole” tattoo given to me by my husband’s late brother. I don’t color my hair or wear clothes that stand out from a crowd. I’m just a normal looking girl. So, getting my nipples pierced would tip me in the other direction, towards being someone cool and different, someone with a sexy secret.

My initial reaction was to say no, flat out, it wasn’t going to happen. But, the seed had been planted and it grew slowly over the days, weeks and months. I love the way they look, and I know how much he likes them. I also think that I have nipples that would look really good adorned with some pretty jewelry. They’re big and hard and long. They stand out so clearly already, so it’s not like people are going to be looking at them any more than they already do.

I’m waiting for winter before I take the leap. And who knows, I might still chicken out, but I’ve been thinking about this for a year now, psyching myself up and psyching myself out with each passing day. Or, my tit pics may soon contain some new decorations!