(trans masc he/him)

As soon as I got this piercing I knew it was only a matter of time before I felt a needle through my clit, and on Sunday my Sir decided it was ready. He denied me until I begged to be hurt and abused, we brutalised my hole with a toilet brush, and then I edged and edged, stabbing my clit with a toothpick and fork between, until the moment finally came.

I've been picturing this so long that it felt amongst surreal to be pulling the cap from the needle, knowing I was past the point of no return. I was shaking. my Sir had me edge one final time before I took the needle and began methodically pushing it through my skin. The pain was intense, but it's the faintly audible crunch which will stick with me forever.

Once I was fully impaled, my generous Sir decided I would be allowed to cum. The hard shaft of the needle felt so alien as I rubbed my glans, but orgasming alongside the pain was incredible. Naturally, my Sir then required two more from me - they didn't come easily, but still felt so intense.

It's all I've thought about since, my tiny precious clit being pierced over and over and over. I hope I don't damage it but I know it doesn't belong to me, it's my Sir's to use and torment and take away as he pleases. And it's not like I need it, since I'm not allowed to cum. Pain is pleasure for me now. I'm so glad to be owned by someone so good at teaching me that 🥰