A week later—strictly for decoration only, he told me—my back was pierced at the waist with another rather substantial ring. My lover’s intention was to connect my collar to that ring with leather straps—like reins. Normally, the straps fall loosely down my back. This addition gives my lover a means of reining me in.
There is an intense s****l response in me every time my piercings are touched. I know some of it is from the healing. The soreness is not hell at all, but almost fun to feel the way it works like electric shock to arouse me when I move. So far, however, that heightened sensation hasn’t diminished even though I’m almost fully healed.
The final steps of our preparation began that Sunday afternoon: our hair was cut; our p*****s freshly shaved; our piercing thoroughly cleansed
