After the multiple piercings of my ears enable me to begin wearing all kinds of cheap costume jewelry I’m subjected to much more extensive body modification. My navel and n*****s are pierced, as well as my septum and tongue and even the protruding head of my p***s. Yet these are rarely used for decoration. Instead the rings embedded in them are used to enforce unbelievably fiendish bondage postures. And when I’m not forced into the most agonizing and stressful bodily contortions by them, they are hung with weights or stretched out by cords and cables until it’s a wonder they don’t rip right through my excruciated flesh. The days of dripping hot wax and alligator clamps (which are by no means over) seem like trifling annoyances by comparison. Yet even the newer torments allowed by my pierci
