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Yes, it’s another piercing post.  I’d apologize, but now that the healing is going so well, it’s becoming part of me (an extension of my cock) and it’s like I’m discovering my body all over again.

Now that the pain is almost non-existent during my normal routine, I’ve noticed something else new and exciting:  my cock is now omnipresent.  In the past, unless I was extremely horny, I wouldn’t think or notice my cock during my normal workday.  The piercing, however, has changed that.  As I walk, I can feel the weight of the ring bobbing on the end of my cock, each step a little tweak of stimulation.  It’s also a reminder of the purple adornment that signifies the owner of my cock.

I’m already looking forward to the day when it’s completely healed and toughed up, my solid ring in place, and Mistress is using my cock as a tie-down point or leash handle.  What will be really interesting is when I get my nipples pierced as well (something Mistress Trecia already has mentioned that she wants done) and Mistress connects the three rings together with some chain.

All this stimulation comes at a price, however, as I am now climbing the walls, my already denied libido just screaming  for some attention.  Once again, I decided to accept the three-swat penalty for some renegade stroking.  In the bathroom with my laptop and lube, I stroked and stroked and stroked, each edging feeling less fulfilling than the last, my body aching for the orgasm that could not be granted.

What amazed me is that, just 24 hours after my painful attempt, there was almost no pain tonight as I stroked myself into a frenzy.  I also found that Jaime (Saint Sabrina’s piercer extraordinaire) is a complete genius.  He placed my piercing in such a way that I can still stimulate the frenulum (the little web of skin directly under the cockhead and, for me at least, one of the most sensitive spots on my cock) with my hand circling the cock head just barely resting on my ring.  It was a sensation I was afraid I was sacrificing in return for the ring, but I’m so happy to see that his skilled work means that it’s still possible.

After about a dozen trips to the edge of orgasm (some only lasting about 3 - 4 strokes) I finally forced myself to stop stroking and rinsed the heavy collection of pre-cum off of my ring.  Mistress said she may make me wait until I’m with her in person before I’ll be allowed to cum again and, seeing as that’s over a month away, I am wondering just how much willpower I can muster for this longest denial period yet.

Of course, Mistress did say that the next time I’d come in Minnesota would be by her hand, so that alone is enough motivation to be well worth the wait.