That ear ring on every page

Well... it serves two purposes..

All through my life I had maintained that I would not have a piercing of any sort. When my younger brother got an ear ring while at school I laughed and said I didn't want one. I've said it so many times since, that it's become part of my personae.... no piercings!

Then I met Tori. Fell under her voodoo spell, more accurately! When we were getting to know each other, she mentioned that she really wanted one of her men to have a piercing... they'd all refused, so now she was working on me. Naturally, I refused as well!

Time passes, and I get to meet for the first time; my first "real life" meeting, and first play as well. We got to know each other better with almost daily IRC sessions, and hundreds of emails...

On February 15th, I screwed up my courage, and offered to accept a piercing, any piercing, for her. I was scared at what I was offering, and what she would request of me. I was shaking, as I typed in my offer.

As it turns out, she'd been thinking along similar lines, and the next time we were to meet, she would have bought a pair of ear rings; one for her to wear, and ask me to wear the other, but giving me the option to opting out. She knew what rings she wanted, and had it all planned.

So... the next time we met, she held up various sized rings and settled on the one above. She got the same type for herself, but a size smaller.

On Monday 26th March we went to a piercing place in New York that had been recommended to Tori. Unfortunately the piercer had left for lunch, so we had to wait for 15 minutes for her to return. Yes, I got a little nervous! Eventually it happened... the pain wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, byt Tori held my hand all the way through it. Because the ring she'd chosen wasn't suitable for a fresh piercing, I had a captive ball ear ring until it heals. Tori will replace that with the real ear ring at the end of April.

Next Tori had her ear pierced, higher up the ear and also had a captive ball ring put in for it to heal. I held her hand through this. Tori was expecting her piercing to hurt a lot, and was surprised when it was all over so quickly!

So... here I am, a confirmed non-pierced person... pierced for my Mistresses pleasure.

A little more emotional attachment to the ear ring arose... as part of our pledges to each other, the ear ring has become a symbol of my slavery, as important as the collar. When it is finally placed on my ear, it becomes a permanent reminder of my servitude to my Mistress, and her power over me.

So... that ear ring is a sign of my submission and of my status as slave.

UPDATE

On Monday 30th April, Mistress has placed the ring on me, sealing her ownership of me. I am now tagged with her marker, identifying myself as her property.

I love it!