OUCH, OUch, Ouch, ouch, ..... ouch, OUCh!

Six of the best.

My lovely loyal Bandree responded obediently to my phone call yesterday morning.

"I'm able to finish early this afternoon. Drive into town, meet me at Stephen's Green. We're going to get those piercings done".

"All six?"

"Yes"

"In my outer labia?"

"Yes, of course. That's what I told you I wanted, to be able to thread ribbons through them to match your bloomers."

"Yes, sir."

And so, a couple of hours later, she's yelping as a nice man, albeit a stranger, is crouched in front of her thrown back skirt inserting six of the most delightful little silver rings in to her lips. I hadn't expected to be the person to be asked to show him where I wanted them to be inserted, there are still some aspects of this lifestyle I have to be reminded of. (That's similar to NGinBoots noticing my lower case knickname on Fetlife long before I did, AND NOT TELLING ME. That error has been hastily corrected.)

So its now the next morning, one nice saline bath later and she looks gorgeous. We're already speculating which of our vanilla friends might be similarly adorned.

I know I haven't posted about our Radical Ecstasy weekend, with Nimhneach as the interval act. Its not that I have nothing to say but rather that its taking quite a bit of digesting before I can write about it. I promise I'll get something up soon.