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This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is ‘Exposed’. There are, of course, different meanings to being exposed. One of them is about feeling vulnerable as you are physically exposed to others.

Back in January, I indulged the impulsive side of my nature. I had toyed with the idea of a piercing on several occasions. I had previously done my homework as to which piercing I would like and also which local places would be good to visit for it. Up until that day in January, it had always been with the thought of ‘if’ more than ‘when’.

The day after my birthday, I made the impulsive decision. Today would be the day. I checked the price and withdrew the money from the bank at lunchtime. All afternoon, I tingled and squirmed with anticipation. Waiting until the end of the working day was so hard. As I scurried out of work, two people commented on the quality of my grin – little did they know.

The way to the studio was down the hill. It felt as if with every step down the hill, my heart moved higher into my throat and my nerves built.

I am sure that there is a furrow left in the tarmac outside the studio as I paced up and down, building the resolve to step through the door. I rang my man – his phone went to voicemail! After several more minutes of pacing and taking the biggest breath that I think I ever have, I stepped in.

There were forms to fill in, money to hand over and information to read. Then it was time to wait for my turn. While waiting, I started to feel almost bizarrely calm. Eventually, the piercer called me in.

Guess what! The piercer was male and younger than me. I knew he would be but I wasn’t forewarned of what came next. He asked me whether I minded another piercer joining us. The other piercer was developing his knowledge of the techniques for these piercings. I agreed. After all, to me there was no real difference between taking my clothes off and exposing myself to two strangers instead of one.

You may know from reading my blog that I am very aware of how long my labia are. I have rarely had people looking intently at them. My man does, of course, but that is different. Here I was, not only showing my entire cunt to two strangers, but letting them touch, manipulate, discuss and make decisions based on my anatomy. I felt very vulnerable. I originally wanted a horizontal piercing, but they advised that a vertical one would be much better for me.

The experience was a little surreal. The two piercers were Spanish speakers and except when directly speaking to me, they communicated completely in Spanish. Although this wasn’t sexual, being touched and discussed in a language I didn’t understand fed into my kink of being vulnerable and objectified. They were discussing all of the aspects of my anatomy and the best techniques in detail. The feelings that this stirred up made me very calm and almost trance-like. The pain when it came was intense and very beautiful. It was shockingly short lived though. I might be a masochist as I was almost disappointed that the additional discomfort of having the jewellery put in, turned out not to hurt.

When I came out, I couldn’t wait to speak to my man. That phone call was hard. I was floating, excited and desperate to tell him every detail, but I was in a public place. After feeling so very thoroughly exposed in the studio, I didn’t want my secret exposed on my journey home.

So, here I am exposing myself again.

I love my piercing. I love how the top ball is so prominent while the bottom one hides just peeking out from the lip of the hood. I adore how it looks and absolutely love how it feels.

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