Pierced Ears

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With an even mix of nerves and excitement, I arrived at a nondescript grey metal door at the end of a laneway. The 37 labelled on it told me I was in the right place. I was about to meet a BDSM Mistress for the first time. A very experienced and well-reviewed mistress who I had found on the internet and had been corresponding via email for the last three weeks.

The session that I had requested involved many new things for me but revolved around my fetish for pierced ears. I have had an ear piercing fetish since I was a young boy, fascinated by all things concerning having a piece of metal as part of a person’s body. I was always so envious as one by one over the years my female classmates would come to school sporting sparkling studs in their newly pierced earlobes and this interest has never left me.

Over the years I have had my own ear or ears pierced roughly 30 times, all secretly and temporarily sadly, as my family and work would not allow me to have permanently pierced ears. My ear piercing fascination has in recent years extended to trying some other traditionally feminine beauty treatments including some waxing, facials and having my nails filed and painted. I have created a female email persona who arranges such treatments with the background being that her husband had lost a bet. Some wonderful times and great laughs have been experienced during these visits to predominately beauty salons.

I had shared these details with Mistress and also that I had a desire to further explore my feminine side on a more sexual level as well during our session together. She promised that she would develop a roleplay that would well and truly cover all of my fantasies and then some.

I knocked on the door and almost immediately was greeted by the strikingly attractive Mistress. While I had extensively explored her website, none of the site’s images did her justice. She was quite imposing in her heels, her eye line being slightly above mine. Being 6’3″ myself, it is very rare that I have had to physically look up to a female to maintain eye contact. Her blonde hair was tied back and she was wearing exquisitely applied makeup, especially striking eyeliner and bright red full lips. Her outfit consisted of a black tight fitting latex dress which hugged her figure closely especially around her more than ample breasts. To complete her enthralling appearance were high stiletto heels that gave her the slight height advantage over me.

“Yes, can I help you?” she queried in a casual tone, immediately engaging in role play.

“Oh, yes, I’ve got an appointment to get my ears pierced,” I responded meekly.

“There must have been some type of mistake with your booking,” she replied, further confirming to me that she was roleplaying, “this salon has a very strict female-only policy. We don’t treat men here!”.

I was loving our banter and continued to play along with the direction Mistress was leading me, responding with, “I wish the lady who took my appointment had told me when I rang to save me traveling right across town to get here. Sorry for wasting your time.”

“You know what we could do?”, Mistress continued with a slightly scheming tone, “If you’re willing, I could dress you as a woman first to get around the silly salon policy that we only treat females and then I’d be able to pierce your ears as you wanted.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible is it?”, I replied back quizzically, “what would being dressed as a woman involve?”.

“Don’t worry about those details, I’ll look after everything,” she added, gesturing to me to come inside, “it’s going to be fine.”

“Can’t have you missing out on getting those ears pierced can we?!” she added with a wicked grin which made me smile instantly.

Accepting her invitation, I stepped inside even more intrigued as to what plans Mistress had for me. Being my first experience with a BDSM Mistress, leading up to my visit I had read online quite a few articles covering what to expect. One message that I read on several occasions was to just let yourself be immersed in every new experience as if you weren’t curious in the first place, you wouldn’t be where you are right now. Once I stepped inside my mindset immediately shifted to giving myself permission to do what felt right and explore my femininity at a much deeper level than previously. I had also read another Mistress’ account regarding preparing for such things the first time and how it was important to feel free to allow yourself to explore without judgment and that the Mistress will have experience in allowing you (me) to explore and embrace each new experience.

Closing and then locking the door behind me, our roleplay was temporarily postponed so I could pay Mistress for her time and she asked if I had any concerns or questions. I replied that I was fine and very keen for her to take full control of our time together. Mistress then requested that I get completely naked indicating a rack on which I could place my clothes.

“I’ll be waiting for görükle escort you through here when you’re ready,” she said, indicating a long hallway leading into a dimly lit room.

With Mistress now disappearing down the hallway, I began undressing. My heart rate steadily increased as I contemplated with the removal of each piece of clothing what was waiting for me.

Taking one or two deep breaths, I walked down the hallway and entered a very large open room that had only one source of light. A large arched lamp, which I later discovered to be like ones used by dentists, hung down illuminating a medical style treatment table about halfway along the wall to my left. Noticing really only Mistress’ blonde hair and porcelain skin I walked towards her where she was standing in the centre of the room. In most other circumstances I would have been very embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone but standing in front of Mistress I did not feel any sense of hesitancy.

“Lovely”, she said in a gentle tone, further making me feel very safe in her presence.

With the room being predominantly dark and despite my eyes attempting to gather more information, the only other visual material available was a low bed to Mistress’ left. I recognised a couple of different coloured wigs and bras, some clothing although I wasn’t able to discern what exactly, a few pairs of heeled women’s shoes and several other sundry items that would perhaps be utilised in due course.

“I thought perhaps we’d start your transformation into a woman by applying some makeup so you won’t be recognised,” she instructed, “please lie down on the table with your head here.”

Without hesitation, I followed her gesturing and was soon lying down with my head now resting on a small folded towel directly under the dentist’s style light.

“Now I’m just going to restrain you a little,” she commented, “you’ve come this far and I don’t want you to have the opportunity to change your mind. Please place your arms along your sides and close your eyes.”

I almost needed to close my eyes anyway due to the intensity of the light just above my face and did as instructed with both my arms and eyes. The first restraint, which felt like a thick belt, was placed across my chest. I could then feel Mistress reaching under the medical table and connecting the ends before pulling and securing it tightly. This process was repeated until I was firmly secured by six or seven belts crossing the full length of my body. With my eyes closed, I found great delight in hearing the little clicks and sounds as each belt was removed from its resting place before feeling Mistress further secure me in place. I made minimal attempts to move realising that I could really only move any part of my body a few millimetres.

In something of a shock, I then felt Mistress feeling at my scrotum saying “I was planning to place your male parts in a chastity cage now so they wouldn’t be spotted in the salon. But seeing your cock appears to be very interested in what is happening, I think it’s best we wait!”.

I opened my eyes which struggled to adjust to the intense light before raising my head as far as I could given the restraints. Sure enough, my penis was well and truly erect as Mistress continued with one hand to attempt to extract my testicles that had migrated upwards. In Mistress’ other hand she held a silver metal ribbed chastity cage which reflected in the light. My penis gave an instinctive twitch as soon as I saw it, somehow knowing that this device was to be used on it. While I had seen images online of chastity cages, this was the first time I’d seen one in real life and couldn’t wait to experience having it attached and feeling what it felt like when in place. Given my cock and ball’s current state though, this would have to wait.

With my eyes now focussed, I counted seven separate belts, each about two inches in width, holding me firmly to the table. Hearing some movement behind me, I looked back as best I could as Mistress pushed a wheeled tray table to just beside my face. It contained all manner of makeup signalling that the next phase of our session was about to commence.

“Ok, then my dear,” Mistress said, staying in character, “time to make your face beautiful so that no one will notice that you’re actually a male.”

I simply responded with a passive “Ok”.

Hearing the word “dear” I became aware for the first time of Mistress’ use of feminine names and pronouns. Her choice of such gender opposite words than what I was used to hearing would continue throughout our entire session. This further helped shift my mindset from male to very much a female persona making a massive difference in how I would more openly explore each new experience.

“Well it’s not really up to you now I guess anyway given how you’re tied down,” Mistress continued more authoritatively, “I can do pretty well anything I’d like to you. I think makeup to match mine would be appropriate don’t you think?”.

“I guess so,” bursa merkez escort I replied, knowing that I didn’t really have any choice.

Upon looking more closely at Mistress’ face and her exquisite makeup, the truth was, I couldn’t wait to have my makeup done.

“I really enjoyed doing makeup,” she announced, “you’ll be getting a full face of makeup done with a definite dark smokey eye look and bright red lipstick just like mine. You’re not going to recognise yourself.”

With me now craving for the makeup application to commence, I was asked to lie back and close my eyes. Mistress commenced by wiping my face with what felt like a damp cloth before adding a layer of foundation. I immediately fell in love with having makeup applied. I felt so relaxed as I felt Mistress skilfully using brushes to add the foundation.

“Time for a little blush and highlighter now,” Mistress commented, “to give those cheeks of yours a little colour and to extenuate your lovely natural cheekbones. You really do have a naturally feminine shaped face.”

I responded appreciatively before asking for my own reassurance, “all of this makeup will come off once we are done, Mistress?”.

“Definitely,” she replied, “all of my makeup is natural and washes off easily.”

“Now time to make those eyes of yours just like mine!” Mistress added enthusiastically.

If I hadn’t before, I undoubtedly now knew that Mistress was enjoying herself nearly as much as I was. Given my euphoric state, this was quite an achievement.

It felt incredible as I could feel pressure on my eyeballs as Mistress started adding what I suspected was eyeshadow. It was so nice and calming having it applied and then blended with various small brushes. Mistress also used what felt like a pencil to better define and shape my naturally pale eyebrows.

“Just need to give those brows of yours that unmistakable feminine thinned arch so you look your best for your ear piercings!”, Mistress commented cheekily as she went about her work.

I had been so engrossed in everything else that I’d almost forgotten about having my ears pierced.

“Yes, can’t forget about getting my ears pierced can we”, I responded with a chuckle, “that’s what I came here for after all!”.

“Eyeliner time my dear”, Mistress announced, “my favourite part of makeup”. Starting at the outer edge of each eyelid I could feel as little by little eyeliner was added, each stroke slightly overlapping the previous one. My excitement continued to grow as Mistress moved closer to the inner corner of each eye. Once the full length of each upper eyelid was complete Mistress spent more time redoing most areas particularly on the outer ends which were no doubt quite thick now and hopefully resembling her own eyeliner application.

“I think a little winged eye look too,” she added before I felt her continue to add eyeliner beyond each eye.

“It feels a little foreign having something drawn on your eyelids”, I responded.

“Yes, I’m sure it does,” Mistress responded, “just one of many new experiences for you today!”.

Mistress then commenced drawing on the underside of my bottom lashes before asking that I open my eyes and look upwards.

“If we’re going to have you looking glamorous with a strong smokey eye look I’ll have to fill in your lower water lines too,” she instructed.

I did as asked and with one hand Mistress pulled slightly below my right eye before filling in my waterline. I didn’t even realise that it was possible to add eye makeup there! While a little uncomfortable at first, and slightly scary having a foreign object so close to my eye, it wasn’t that bad. Within probably two minutes both water lines were filled. The smile on Mistress’ face clearly showed that she was pleased with her handiwork.

“Your eyes look so good,” Mistress commented, “time to add some mascara to make them even sexier!”.

“Thank you Mistress,” I responded appreciatively, completely zoning into every facet of what was happening to me.

“I just love this mascara,” she added, holding it out for me to see, “it will make your already long eyelashes even longer and much thicker too.”

After a few minutes of me needing to look in various directions as Mistress skilfully applied my mascara, my eye makeup was almost complete with Mistress just needing to reapply some eyeliner in a few areas to her satisfaction.

“The last thing we need to do makeup wise is to give you some beautiful red lips,” she said.

Mistress firstly used a pencil to extend and better define my lips. With a fine brush, she then added the bright red colour to match her own lips which shone under the light. Looking at her face I wondered how closely my own face would resemble hers. I knew that more than likely I would still look like a man wearing makeup but hoped that the addition of makeup would even partially reveal some part of my female self.

“That’s your makeup done my dear,” Mistress announced, “your bursa sınırsız escort makeup looks great.”

“I can’t wait to see it, Mistress,” I responded.

“Not yet,” Mistress added, “not until you are fully transformed are you allowed to look at yourself to see if you’d pass the salon’s female-only policy.”

“Ok,” I replied, slightly disappointed.

“Better remove your restraints so we can get you dressed”, Mistress commented, “not that the belts were really necessary I don’t think as you were very well behaved while I did your makeup.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I replied.

“I would have thought that a man would have been very hesitant to have makeup applied,” she stated, emasculating me further, “you must really want to have pierced ears.”

“Yes Mistress, I do,” was all I could say in response.

With the seven belt restraints now removed, I was asked to stand between the medical table that I’d just been on and the bed that was covered in the items that I was about to be wearing.

“First thing we must do before getting you dressed is to hide away your maleness,” Mistress instructed taking the chastity cage from a nearby stand, “thankfully for you things appear to have settled down a little.”

I was asked to spread my legs as Mistress knelt separating the chastity device into two distinct parts. She requested that I hold the ribbed metal part and a small padlock and key while she kept the other piece in one of her hands. With her free hand she then, with a little gentle persuasion, pulled my testicles forward before placing the hinged ring behind my balls and closing it together on the upper side of my penis.

“That’s not pinching anywhere is it?” she asked as I responded in the negative.

She then took the ribbed part from my hand, placing it over the length of my shaft until it reached the hinged ring that was already in place. Taking the padlock from me, she then fed the curved part of the lock through drilled holes in both parts of the chastity device before securing the lock closed. My maleness was now encased and with Mistress removing the key and placing it to the side. Glancing down it looked so cool and I was immediately aware of its weight. Despite its awkward appearance, it felt very comfortable.

“Well that’s got that under control for the time being,” Mistress said returning to her feet, “can’t have that thing poking its head out later on, can we!”.

“No, that wouldn’t be ideal,” I replied as we exchanged grins.

“Time for some clothes now to complete your transformation my dear,” Mistress announced, taking a pink lacy bra from the bed.

“Think this one will be the right size for you and I love the colour!”, she added jokingly.

The bra fitted well. Well at least as well as I’d imagine a bra to fit given this was more new territory for me. Next came a pair of large rubber breast forms which Mistress manoeuvred into place. I couldn’t help but instinctively reach up to feel them, cupping them in my hands.

“Oh, I see you like having breasts,” Mistress commented, noticing the position on my hands, “I know you’re going to enjoy plenty more things we ladies get to experience.”

My self-groping now over it was time for the dress. Mistress gathered up the dress and arms first I slid into it with her assistance. When pulled down it only just covered my backside and my caged appendage. It hugged my body closely, especially over my fake breasts. I loved it.

“That’s a really good fit on you,” Mistress commented, clearly pleased with her selection.

“Please take a seat,” she continued, indicating the low bed which previously held many of the items I was now wearing.

Taking a seat, Mistress grabbed a blonde wig from beside me and holding it out in front of her started to manipulate it before having me help her place it onto my head. The sensation of feeling long hair against my face and neck was immediate and only continued as Mistress used a large brush to better style my new flowing locks. Having had short hair my entire life, having hair brushed was another new experience.

Hair now brushed, Mistress explained, “Time to show off those gorgeous long legs of yours,” as she took a stocking and had me stretch out one of my legs.

Within a minute or so both legs were now encased in dark stockings which did indeed make my legs look very different. The top of the stockings reached to very near the top of each leg with an intricate feminine lacy pattern confirming that, like everything that had gone before, I was in serious girl territory.

To complete my outfit Mistress then took a pair of high heeled shoes and tried to place one on my right foot. My foot being a size 11 men’s she thought that this particular pair may be too small and this was confirmed. Taking a second option that didn’t have a back as such, she found a pair that fitted much better. The shoes were black with gold patterns and long thin straps which Mistress began to wind around my ankle and up my calf. The heel was 3-4 inches long and my first thought was how I was going to manage to stand let alone walk in them!

“They’re beauties”, I commented as Mistress comically battled the unruly shoe straps which refused initially to fasten as she would have liked.

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