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Well, all I can say is that it hurt. Bad….but maybe not as bad as I thought….. Forcing Pattie to get pierced last Saturday was a wonderful experience for me. Dora is a gifted artist; it’s how she started in life. She did Tattoos and piercing as a teenager in shops all across the Southwest. Now she owns a bunch of them, both in the US, and in Mexico.He shrieked, screamed, and squirmed, but we had him well restrained in my covered patio, on the massage table, before we started.
I decided to forgo the Tramp Stamp and the Humming Bird Tattoo for now. It was going to take some serious time, and I wanted this to be a vacation for Dora. Perhaps on her next visit we’ll do one of the Tattoos. Dora insisted it be her, and after the wonderful night Friday, and the warm connection we all felt toward one another, I wouldn’t think of using anyone else. For better or worse, Dora will be a part of Pattie’s life I think. Since she is one of my best friends, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If she steals him from me however… I’ll rip her fucking tits off! Lol!Once we had him well restrained, Dora pulled out a suit-case sized piercing kit, opened it up and…wow! It looked like something out of a torturer’s dream. Stainless steel tools, needles, little scalpels, clamps, and other things I couldn’t possibly identify. She handed me a handful of the sharp, deadly looking things, and had me put them in boiling water while she got prepared. While I was boiling the tools, I heard Pattie murmuring something like, “Please Mistress, do we have to do this? I don’t want to pierce my dick.” A second later I heard a loud “Crack!” as Dora slapped Pattie’s face hard. It was followed by a long cursing diatribe about it not being up to him, and that he better be silent. (I can’t help but love Dora, her utterly reliable Femdom instincts always bring out my inner bitch too…Lol!) After boiling the tools and placing them on sterile cloth, I put on gloves as instructed and brought them back to the patio. Dora had coated Pattie’s cock with some orange substance that was supposed to be a medical grade antiseptic. I could see Pattie’s cheek blazing red from the slap, and Dora had a bunch of stuff laid out. She was moving with practiced efficiency, humming to herself, and puffing on one of my long cigarettes. Dora is happiest when she works. It doesn’t matter if it’s cleaning a kitchen floor, closing a million dollar real estate deal, or making a male utterly miserable, Dora finds joy in doing. I set the cloth covered tools down on a low table, and Dora nodded. She then handed me a surgical mask. She also put one around her neck.“Let’s start with the penis first, and get it out of the way. It really is painful for them, but it’s not going to be bad as other areas,” Dora said.Pattie just groaned, and Dora and I said “Shut the fuck up bitch!” at exactly the same time. (Great minds think alike). Lol!I handed Dora the Opal penis stud I had bought days earlier in anticipation of this moment, and she looked at it shaking her head.“Forget it Lil, take it back and get your money back”, she said examining it with distaste.“Wha…wha.. but it’s so cute.” I whined in surprise.“Cute means trips to the hospital. Cute means Pattie loses his balls,” Dora said, grabbing Pattie’s vulnerable sack and squeezing them tightly in her hard fist.Pattie screamed like he was being boiled in acid, setting my dogs to barking and running to the patio to see what was happening. Dora stared hard into my eyes, and held poor Pattie’s balls like that for at least three long seconds. She finally opened her hand with a snap and Pattie’s screams became shaking sobs. The sudden scream, the dogs barking, spooked me and gave me chills, but it was effective. Dora never makes a point unless it can be done with maximum drama, and for poor Pattie? Pain.I have to admit, it was very effective. She had my complete attention, and I was pretty sure that Pattie wouldn’t be interrupting again.“No gold, no silver, no gems, and no frills. These things are dangerous, especially in a man’s crotch,” she said seriously.
She went on to explain that essentially men were dirty, nasty, brutish, creatures that scratched, dripped, leaked, and stank most of the time…and of all the places that were a breeding pit of dangerous vermin, it was a man’s crotch. A veritable unholy nest of sickness just waiting to strike! Lol! If such a vermin filled creature as a male human were to be pierced, it needed to be surgical grade Stainless Steel, or Titanium, and it should be smooth, with no places for dangerous germs to congregate and grow.
“You understand Lil, I’m not joking. I’ve worked in some dirty places, and I’ve seen things you won’t believe”, Dora said, looking at me seriously.I nodded just as seriously. All thoughts of making a joke of comparing men’s cleanliness “down there” with a woman’s, faded under Dora’s stare.“Now, I have plenty of jewelry here; let’s talk about what you think best.”We spent the next 10 minutes discussing different options, and finally decided on something called a “Prince Albert.” You can use a ring or a barbell type of jewelry. (We decided on a fairly large 10 gauge ring.). This particular piercing goes from the underside of the glans, and through the urethral opening. This would allow me to attach a leash, weights, or other sadistic things to his piercing. Not only is it a pretty accessory, it’s practical. Lol! Also, since it goes through his urethra, it destroys his ability to pee in a tight stream. It comes out in a chaotic, dribbling, feminine stream, making it much harder to pee standing up. “How delightful! Pattie will have to squat like a woman when he pees? I asked Dora with a happy little smile.Dora nodded with a grin.“Then let’s do it!” I said excitedly.Pattie groaned in misery, and for once neither Dora nor I thought to correct him, we both just cackled like a couple of evil witches. Lol!I wish I could say that it was a big dramatic event. It was kind of complex but Dora did it so fast that it was over in seconds. Already gloved we put on our masks, Dora swabbed the area again. I held his cock with the underside up, Dora opened a package with a plastic catheter tube, swabbed some kind of antiseptic lube on it, and inserted it into his slit. Pattie let out a hiss, but it was already done. Then Dora opened a package with some kind of huge needle and plastic tube thingy, and in the blink of an eye she was already piercing the underside of his penis. Pattie said “Oh Fuck!” and it was already done. She pushed a curved piece of metal through the plastic tube and threaded it out of catheter-like tube while simultaneously withdrawing the tube. Pattie had just finished hissing again, when she withdrew the other side leaving an unconnected metal ring through the underside of his penis and out of his slit. She quickly connected the ring with a fat screw bead, rotated it very gently, which caused Pattie to jump and let out a couple of drops of bloody urine. He howled a bit then.Dora swabbed the area down one last time, and it was done. Unbelievable! I kissed Pattie and told him how proud I was of him; he seemed surprised it was over so fast. He wasn’t the only one, Dora was amazing! Pattie wanted to see it, but I told him he needed to be patient we had a lot more piercings to do. I assured him it looked wonderful and kissed him again. “How many do we have left Mistress,” Pattie said worriedly.“Many,” I said with a cruel little smile.I saw that cute little tremble in his lips, and a few glimmering tears as he realized when I said it would take hours, I wasn’t kidding.
I hugged his neck, and licked his tears like a satisfied cat that always gets her way. (I do more than most I think). I spent a little time comforting him, and Dora and I got back to work.
All-in-all we pierced his belly button, (there’s a ring there now but I intend to accessorize). Two nipple rings of Titanium, they’re going to look wonderful when I pull them with my teeth, but sadly I have to wait. We pierced his tongue with big fat stud. He fought that a little, which earned him some brutal slaps from Dora, who just refuses to take any shit from a man she’s working on. I wanted to put a ring through his lip, but it would be just too much of a hassle where he works, and lip rings have to be kept-in for a long while, because according to Dora; that area heals really fast. We pierced his right nostril with a little bead that I will replace with a tiny diamond. I’m allowing him to take that one out for work, and finally his ears. Would you believe that he shrieked more in pain from having his ears pierced than his own cock? It was finally over, It only took about 1 ½ hours, and would have been much faster if Dora and I hadn’t joked around, smoked, and talked so much between piercings. I had released Pattie, and had given him some Tylenol and a couple of stiff shots of Crown Royal, followed by a glass of wine. He managed to drink about half of it and just laid down; and curled up on my massage table. Despite a hellishly painful morning, Pattie slept like a child. His eyes were closed. His faced unlined and content. Dora put away her piercing kit and brought out a nice surprise from her suit case. A small cedar humidor with rosewood framing and silver highlights. It was a beautiful piece. She opened it and there were 12 Romeo Julietta, Cuban cigars, my favorite, and they were the big Churchill size that I like. More importantly, they were completely fresh. Something that I’ve rarely seen here in the States.
Mexico might be many things, but it does have one redeeming quality. If you have money you can get anything there. I hugged Dora tightly and complained about not getting her anything. She arched her eyebrow severely, stood up, and walked over to Pattie’s sleeping form. She kissed him lightly on the brow, then looked at me and mouthed, “Thank you.”
We spent the afternoon getting drunk on good wine, smoking the best cigars in the world, catching up with each other’s lives, and watching Pattie sleep.What a wonderful Saturday.
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