Who knew?

While looking around in the interwebz for info on the customary amount to tip one’s piercer, I came across a nifty article on piercing etiquette. I should not be surprised that there is such a thing given the popularity of body modification but I was. Most of these things are common sense, assuming of course that the individual was raised with manners and has continued to practice them into adulthood. I did find the amount of text dedicated to abstaining from cell phone use to be rather distressing. Seriously, yikes. That being said, I found it informative and thought I would share.

I found this bit particularly helpful:

Do you realize the piercing area is essentially an operating room (my description)? Therefore you should not just put your germy items from the unclean world on any flat surface. Ask where they should be placed. This makes perfect sense and I would not have thought of it.

Sharps are a Hard Limit

Long-time readers of INA know that my anonymity in the lifestyle is critical. For that reason I’m not out to … well … anyone really. If I don’t meet you through a lifestyle activity or event, then I look like a soccer mom and anything else would never be suspected. Because I am hypersensitive to being exposed, I don’t share much about myself to my fellow lifestylers and, for that reason, I don’t have friends in the community. I have many, many acquaintances but no one who genuinely knows me.

As a result, this week when I go get all of my bits pierced, I’ll be alone. So you, my readers of the blogosphere, you will be my wingmen, my virtual hand holders. I’m going to write about it and I’m going to pretend you all are waiting on the next riveting installment, composing your oh-so-supportive comments mentally, if only I would post again so you would have a place to put them. Since this world is not INAcentric, I know that isn’t the reality of it but I’m going to pretend it is.

What seems like a very long time ago, my Master and I began talking about nipple piercings. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea when it was broached but, as is most often the case when I am faced with new things, it didn’t take me too long to warm up to it. It was not long after that, that the idea became an obsession. I thought of those piercings as a permanent mark that would remain when the marks from play faded. A permanent collar of sorts – one that I would not have to remove when returning to my vanilla environs.

For a variety of reasons, those piercings didn’t happen. Here we are now. Seemingly a lifetime has passed. It feels that the entire world is different. (And I suppose it is, though not in the way I mean.) I understand, I am the one who has changed. My perspective is altered now. If the old me passed this me on the street, we would not recognize each other.

Last week, during a conversation with my Boy, I was sharing with him that I had saved enough to get the VCH I wanted so much and then, as so often happens, motherhood intervened and the money had to go elsewhere. My Boy, who is an amazing man that I cannot believe I’m lucky enough to call mine, offered to gift them to me, If you still want them, get the nipples done, too, while you’re there. I had only to call and make the appointment.

In just a few short days, when I’m having pointy things shoved through my most sensitive bits, I will physically be alone. My Boy will be with me in spirit as I affix him to my physical body, and for every day thereafter I will carry symbols of our relationship that need not be removed to preserve anonymity.

Eve

It’s Christmas Eve. I’ve been sitting looking at this screen for a while now, trying to come up with the words to express how much You have done for me, meant to me, this past year. There is nothing I can say that I’ve not already said. The words were inadequate when they were spoken and they have not improved with time.

I will simply say this: Thank you for everything. For what You have done to improve my marriage, for the changes You have instigated in me, and especially Your support/advice with LM. I don’t know what to do with the person he has become and You’ve made it significantly easier.

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Today I am grateful for: The past year
Today’s funny moment: n/a
Sad moment: refereeing the boys
Protocol: n/a
Water: 4 liters
Corset: not worn – I will likely resume tomorrow. I wanted to give my back one more day.
Hood: n/a

Waiting

Thank you for Your support today. Yes, I could have done it without You and I am delighted I didn’t have to. I felt as if I was holding it together pretty well until You said that I wasn’t alone in this. I think You know how much those few words meant to me. Thank you.

The selection form will be submitted tomorrow. Final placement notification will be posted publicly this month. Fingers crossed.

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Today I am grateful for: Support
Today’s funny moment:
DH: LM, did she say you were cute?
LM: Dad, most of the girls tell me I’m cute.
Sad moment: Extremely harsh reality checks
Protocol: n/a
Water: 4 liters
Corset: n/a am, 23.5 pm
Hood: 1 hour

Thanksgiving

Thank you for today. You managed to make me feel cherished, pampered, and treasured all at once. No small feat considering We were not in the same physical space. I may not remember all of the details for long. I will remember the morning You reluctantly allowed me out of bed, only with the conditional command that I go back to bed with hot cocoa. I will likely not remember each of the words that were spoken. I may not remember the phrase that sent me over the edge. I will remember the tears of joy that I could not hold back when I heard that You still need me, that I still feed You, the depth of Your love for me.

I continue to radiate joy. Joy that You own as surely as You own me. Tears have returned as I recall the words I so often say to You … words that You echoed back today … I can never repay You for what You have done for me. As sure as I sit here, joy streaming down my face, You saved my life and in doing so it belongs to You always.

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Today I am grateful for: My extended chosen family
Today’s funny moment: behave yourself Jesus
Sad moment: Having to hang up before You woke
Protocol: n/a
Water: 4 liters
Corset: not worn am, 24″ pm
Hood: 2 hours