A week before we met I got a wild hair.
Walking through the mall after my pedi, I came upon one of those jewelry booths. Now, I’ve had 3 piercings in my ears before, long ago, but the third hole kept closing. I decided on the spot that I’d give it a go again. And while hemming and hawing over which earrings I wanted, I saw these hoops, too. (I also saw a wicked kewl belly ring piercing…a blue-sapphire stone octopus!!! Yes. Tentacles on mah belly. But no. I wasn’t foolish enough to do that. (yet))
And the girl comes over and she says the hoops are for cartilage piercings. Long ago I had my cartilage done but had issues with that, too. And back then they didn’t use hoops to pierce with.
But they do now.
This was a total impulse deal. Master had not seen them, other than this photo, IRL. So during our meet? He slaps them. Flicks them with His fucking flicking finger.
He doesn’t hate them. He may even kinda like them, though He did say (and I quote) “You look like a fucking gypsy!” By the end of the evening He seems to have come around to liking them a bit more than at the start of things. Phew!
He attacked me in the bathroom. Yes. While i was *trying* to get ready! HMPH! Does the Man have no decorum? (Will I die for saying such blasphemy?) I was totally shocked, totally ‘roughed up’, pinched and squeezed and slapped and generally brutalized.
I loved it.
In the bathroom? Isn’t that…yanno…my ‘safe’ zone?
When we were talking the other evening, I told Him that. That I had thought the bathroom was a “safe zone”…His laughter interrupted my little speech. I frowned at the phone as He laughed that deep, belly-laugh of total amusement. And maybe I pouted a little bit. The laughter ends, but there is a big smile in His voice, still.
“Oh nilla, there is NO safe zone once we are together.”
“Well, I know, You’ve said in the past,I’m not “safe” once the door is closed and locked–”
“Fuck that! From the moment we walk into the lobby, slut.”
Damn if that doesn’t make me all tingly, too. And it’s true, He has gotten me good in the elevator several times. He laughs again, then snorts.
“Safe zone? My God nilla.”
I can all but see Him shaking His head at such silly slut ideas.
Yeah, that’s my right arm and side there. Fucker got me good, He did. This, by the way, was taken as soon as I got home. Yes, these are same day bruises. (I bruise *that* easily, AND He pinches *that* hard!)
There was one bruise on my side that caught my attention just after I took the picture above…
…do you see it? Master gave me a heart!
Not so many bruises on the tits this time, only from His mouth (only, she says..!)…but remember that OTK (over the knee) spanking I mentioned the other day? OH, that was heady. It’s both embarrassing and a terrific turn on for me. It’s been a long while since I got one, AND a long while since He gave me one that lasted so long. This is the “first night” result…(and maybe a few crop and pink brush bruises dotting the landscape…)
And since Master always loves His slut to flash her tits, I shall conclude my little pervie peep show with this: