It is done. Saturday February 7th at 5:27 PM, the sissy’s clitty received Ms Elizabeth’s permanent tag. A 12-gauge stainless steel ring through the frenum. It is simply impossible for the sissy to explain the mixture of emotions it felt, either before, during, or after the ‘event’. But out of respect for its owner it will try its very best.
In the days leading up to the clitty tagging, this sissy felt a bizarre combination of conflicting thoughts and feelings. On the one hand, FEAR, on the other hand EXCITEMENT. On the one hand ANTICIPATION, on the other hand RELUCTANCE.
The fear was not so much a fear of the pain involved…although the sissy is not really much of a ‘pain slut’ , Ms Elizabeth has taught it to appreciate and accept a certain amount of pain as a necessary part of its training and self-understanding. Round after round of Erostek shockings from Ms Elizabeth and Her friends have driven this home (LITERALLY…right up the pussy ass more often than not!) very effectively. Although the frenum is a VERY sensitive spot, the sissy knew that the worst of the pain would be only momentary…as the needle drove through. I shouldn’t ‘downplay’ it…because that fear was very real, but the larger fear was in accepting, ‘no holds barred’, that it was so thoroughly and completely owned by Her that it HAD to allow Her to do this to its clitty.
There was also the immediate fear of having to take down its pants and panties in front of the ‘unknown’ woman who would be piercing it, and exposing its shaved sissy genitals to her. The thought of her calling in everyone in the tattoo studio to see how ridiculous it is…the thought of being laughed at, stripped naked, and kicked out onto the street for being such a sissy bitch, was something that put the slut ‘on edge’ to say the least.
As for the excitement…well, that is a little harder to explain, but every bit as real. It was very much in the same vein as the excitement the sissy feels before carrying through any of Ms Elizabeth’s humiliating assignments, but magnified 100X. Submissive bliss is the only way to describe it.
The anticipation was much more ‘long-term’…anticipation of how Ms Elizabeth could use its pierced clitty to torment it in a variety of ways later on. Those ways seem endless and limitless, perhaps better saved for another post. But the reluctance should be obvious. Whether it is justified or not, every man’s penis is his pride and joy. The sissy was about to have a hole driven through that pride and joy, and have it permanently tagged as belonging to Ms Elizabeth, just because She found it amusing and had, on a whim, issued the command.
Thankfully (I say that now), anticipation and excitement won out. What that says about the sissy it doesn’t want to think about, but what it says about Ms Elizabeth is worth SEVERAL thousand words.
She had expertly placed it in a classic ‘catch-22′. She had so thoroughly twisted Her slave around Her finger that not only did it WANT to do this for Her, but it was almost more terrified NOT to! The repercussions would have been FAR worse than the tagging!
It thought about this a lot on the long drive to the studio. Why had there been no question in its mind, once Ms Elizabeth issued the assignment, that despite whatever reservations it might have it would do it anyway? There had been no real doubt, from the outset, that its fate was inevitable. It just accepted it. WHY??? HOW did Ms Elizabeth bring it to this???? And perhaps more importantly, WHY was it feeling so grateful to Her for having done it?
I guess the answers to that are all over this blog, one tiny increment at a time. Ms Elizabeth has an undefinable ability to not only convince a slave to accept Her collar and leash, but to drag it around a room and make it ENJOY its humiliating position. I mean…REALLY enjoy it…sincerely and eagerly…and come back ever more frightened and groveling and begging to be dragged around some more! No doubt it is an innate skill…”natural born sadist” is right! But it is much more than that. It is a commitment on Her part to take the time to understand what makes Her slaves tick…to nurture their weaknesses and make them recognize and accept them. All for Her own amusement of course, but all good all around. And She takes that very very seriously, and truly enjoys doing it.
Which brings the sissy back to its earlier thought: “The sissy was about to have a hole driven through that pride and joy, and have it permanently tagged as belonging to Ms Elizabeth, just because She found it amusing and had, on a whim, issued the command.” Perhaps it WAS ‘on a whim’, but it was not without careful preparation of Her sissy. She did not issue this command the first time we spoke. She put a lot of effort…and yes, even concern and understanding (!!) into building up to this. So therein lies the answer to the question I was asking myself as I counted down the miles and the minutes to the inevitable…I couldn’t NOT do it, simply out of respect for what She has done to me and FOR me. I was offering my clitty as a gift, a repayment almost, to say “thank You Ms Elizabeth”.
There is so much more to say…but this is far too long already…next up…the conflict this sissy feels between “shame and pride” as it considers its pierced clitty.