Day: January 21, 2009

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Piercing problem, part 2

So I had thought, since I was going to be in a room with a piercer and my pants were going to be down and all, that it might be a good time to stretch up to 6g from my original 8g. Um, no. Not only am I not wearing 6g now, I’m actually down a size to 10g.

Turns out in 24 hours my little hole got even littler. The piercer (a dude, not Jesika this time) tried to put a 8g taper in the hole and it hurt. I mean, really hurt. Not, “Ouch, that hurts!” More like a OHMYFUCKINGGODTHATHURTSGETITOUTOFME!! kind of hurt. I laid there, the 8g taper only half in, feeling the most excruciating, burning pain from the underside of my dick for 10 seconds…30 seconds…a minute. It never got any better. I tried to tell myself I like pain, especially attached to the dick, but no go. I couldn’t take it. So he put me in a 10g captive ball hoop which I will need to wear for about a month before trying to get back to 8g. Looks like 6g is a distant goal.

Oh, and my dick still hurts. Fuck.

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Piercing problem

And then, as if I wasn’t in a bad enough mood, this happens.

Yesterday, in the early afternoon, I was sitting down to pee (don’t get me started) and one of the little metal balls from my PA’s curved barbell dropped into the toilet. Luckily, the bowl was fresh so I reached in to the very cold water and fished it out. Unfortunately, since I was locked up, there was no way for me to get the ball back on, so I fiddled around a bit and was able to get the jewelry off. I figured I’d get let out by Belle that evening and I’d replace it.

BUT, by the time I got around to it (less than eight hours later) I found the hole and shrunk such that there was no way I could get the 8g bar into it. I tried and tried. I mean, I really tried and eventually gave up for fear of hurting myself. I’m about to head off to Saint Sabrina’s to see if they can help me out. I know the hole isn’t closed entirely because it still drips when I pee.

So I’m laying there with Belle last night and the entire thing started to play on my newly enhanced insecurities. If I hadn’t been wearing the stupid fucking chastity device in the first place, I could have gotten the ball back on. If I hadn’t pierced my stupid fucking dick, I wouldn’t even have this problem. Why, oh why, does it all have to be so complicated? Why can’t I just have a nice, unpierced dick like all the other boys? And why do I want her to lock my cock up in the ugly plastic thing?

Please, don’t inturrupt my pity party. It’s almost time for cake.