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Nore Sipple

This will probably be quite a lengthy (for me) post as Claire wants a great amount of detail on the day etc so if you don’t “do” words and prefer to just “do” pictures then scroll to the end and you can see another.

For those still reading, get comfy and I will begin.

I have already explained the story behind the piercing in yesterdays short but factual piece and this post will no doubt elaborate on that but it will also go into the days events in more detail, it will also cover any post piercing topics it stumbles across.

I will actually start the night before, well I thought it best to prepare said area for its impending invasion, so removed the hair from around it, I thought this would not only aid the piercer to mark the area properly and see what he was doing but more importantly ensure I’m less likely to get anything nasty happening to it (infection wise) while it heals. The mere thought of the end of a hair finding its way into the wound or entwining itself on the bar is not a pleasant one so I am happy to have one hairy chest and one less so for a month or so until it grows back (my sensible headed sub side coming to the fore) so shave it I did, as you can see lol.

The day itself came around and I admit to feeling rather nervous and apprehensive in the morning, not because of what the piercing symbolised or stood for, I absolutely loved (and still do love, even more now) that thought but because of the actual process, the mechanicals of it. I am sure I have mentioned in a previous post that I am becoming a bit of a pain slut at times (if not I will cover it in a future one) but having read various things etc (hence the pre thought to shave) I knew it wasn’t a pleasant procedure, well lets be honest, its a rather sensitive area and its not designed to have a tubular hole made through it. So I was anticipating some discomfort.

The majority of people seem to say that initially when the needle goes through the pain is minimal, shortly after this the piercing is introduced and this can be a little more painful as the endorphins reduce (after the initial flooding of the area) and then it can be very sore for anything from a few hours to several days (depending on who you talk to) but, everyone is different, every piercing is different, every piercer is different and of course boys and girls every nipple is different lol.

So anyway, we decided to go for a drink as we had a bit of time to kill while I waited for my appointment and I decided that along with my hot chocolate I would haver a rather large cookie (I do love sweet things) I needed a sugar rush to get me through my anxiety, I was getting myself in quite a state as Claire will testify lol.

I suppose I should also explain at this point that I have, since I was in my teens, had a bit of a “thing” about certain medical procedures, nowhere near as bad as it used to be, but it does still resurface at times, and that is exactly what it was doing.

We left the coffee shop and headed to the studio, we went in, the receptionist told the piercer we were there and told us to take a seat in the waiting area. While we were sitting and waiting Claire could tell my apprehension was building and was the most wonderfully supportive, caring and encouraging Domme (and friend) a person could wish to have (this support etc continues later but I will get to that) she guided and encouraged me enough without being dictatorial about it, still allowing me to back out but knowing that I didn’t want that and needed that final push, she gauged it perfectly (she is perfect). We had already discussed this I hasten to add, a few times, so she knew how much I wanted it (we both did) and knew I would need a bit of coaxing at some point.

The piercer emerged and called me into the room, we discussed what I wanted, the bar was selected, the procedure explained and then commenced. It started with him marking the area while I stood up prior to me laying on the couch for the piercing to actually take place.

At first a clamp is applied to the area around the nipple, this has the effect of pinching the skin together and is not entirely unpleasant, more than bearable in fact, I should also add before I go further that I declined any sort of numbing/anaesthesia type stuff prior to things starting, it quickens and assists the healing process if you don’t apparently, although having it does make the procedure more comfortable, obviously lol.

So there I lay. Nipple gripped by a thing that grips nipples, waiting, for the needle, didn’t look down, didn’t want to see, wasn’t actually waiting long at all, then, OMG.

That will be the needle going in then will it, that intense pain I can feel in my left breast, I instinctively took a sharp intake of breath and was advised to breath out and breath properly, which I did and it helped, although I was breathing rather noisily apparently. Claire later said she wondered what I was doing as she could hear me frantically inhaling and exhaling from outside lol.

Next the bar went in, not so bad, I say not so bad, I mean not so bad as the needle, then the ends of the bar were put on, even better still (that’s not to say it didn’t hurt, it was just getting easier) and that was it, all done.

That’s not the end of the story though, I sat up after a while (best to lay still for a bit the body had just endured quite a shock) then stood up, walked to the mirror and myself and the piercer were admiring his handiwork. I then thought, actually I will just lean against the couch for a bit, I feel a bit light headed, I’m ok, just not ready to walk to far just yet, next thing I recall hearing is him saying to me “you better lay down for a bit” to which I reply yeah I will (already laying back on the couch by now) and saying to him, I nearly went then, he replied “you did go”.

At this stage Claire comes in, hearing that something had happened and sees her boy laying on the couch topless with a face as white as a very very white thing thats been bleached and a forehead covered in beads of sweat (what a catch eh). She kindly popped to the shop next door to get me a nice sugary drink and within 5 minutes I was fine and we left.

On the way back to the car and for the rest of the afternoon (and today, though less so today as she realised it wasn’t quite as necessary) Claire was so caring and comforting towards me, I truly am the luckiest sub in the whole wide world.

As for the piercing, its really quite happy and healthy, it looks good, is causing no problems thus far and only minimal discomfort at certain (ever decreasing) times. I should add that I am an incredible wimp with a very low pain threshold and part (if not most) of the passing out was due to my underlying phobia so please don’t be put off having something similar if you are considering it, as I said everyone is different and it really wasn’t that bad pain wise, nor is it now 36 hours later.

Thank you for listening, I’m off now to eat chocolate and drink cider (my food and alcohol restrictions were lifted by Claire for a 48hr period following my piercing) and I aim to make the most of it 🙂

p.s. The title post, well it came about as we were really having a lot of fun today and being rather silly at times (it was lovely) and the phrase nore sipple was coined, the post really could be called nothing else.

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Deep Breath………

  ………… and relax……….. or at least try to 🙂

I will continue this post tomorrow when I have the accompanying evidence your honour but for now I wanted to post briefly.

Prior to today and ever since Claire kindly accepted my submission I have worn a bracelet to symbolise my submission to her, a bracelet she asked me to make and a bracelet in my colours, I have my own colours that are linked to my submission to Claire.

Recently though we have been talking about a replacement for the bracelet, not that there is anything wrong with it, far from it, but in recognition of my now long term status (initially I thought I may be her sub for a matter of weeks or a few months at the most)….(I accept that is not the case now and I will hopefully remain her sub for much much longer) we decided on a more permanent symbolic gesture.

Today that symbolic gesture was completed and I now no longer wear a bracelet permanently on my wrist but a piercing in my nipple.

I will post more about this (probably tomorrow) but for now (and being a typically wimpy male lol) I’m going to get settled for the night as I have a little discomfort and want to try and have as restful a night as possible.

A few points I have made or commented on in this post I will return to at some point, aside from the actually subject matter of course, I will cover that (with pics) again very soon.

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I’m what you might call fussy, just a little, with my food I mean, very much so in fact.

I don’t eat salad (I don’t didn’t eat many things) but this (short) post is about salad, in particular tomatoes, you say tomato I say urgggh no thank you.

As you can see, the picture shows the remnants of a cheese sandwich (mmmmm) along with the remains of a tomato (not so mmmmm).

I say don’t eat salad (or tomato) and what I should really say is didn’t.

Claire loves her boy dearly and therefore wants what is best for him (always)…. (even if sometimes I don’t immediately see it or recognise it) and she has decided recently I need to start eating more healthily, so, I have been trying to. After all (and it goes without saying so I’m not sure why I am about to lol) but if it’s what Claire wants then of course it happens.

I will be honest (as ever) and say that I didn’t particular enjoy the tomato,  it did nothing for me at all, but knowing its what Claire wanted and that she was pleased that I was at least trying made it so much easier. The fact that me trying made Claire happy made me want to try all the harder, to make her proud of me is all that matters to me now 🙂

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Whisper it

in the making, hence the whisper and small image, early days yet, will elaborate in a later post, shhhhhhhh.

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A picture speaks a thousand words

Or at least so the saying goes 🙂

I have personally never been to Egypt, maybe one day.

I do love my mummy though x

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