~Subject: my daughter's earpiercing ~Date: Fri, 25 Dec 92 16:48:08 GMT Yesterday afternoon, the day before Christmas. My Lord, Flavia and I went to the ancient center of Bologna. A pale, tender crystal sun was shining, and the air was clean, fierce and cold. My daughter was joyful, but also a little tense. My beloved and I, all spiritual channels completely open, drank our kid's excitation and worry... We entered in a well known jewelry, close to the medieval fortezza. The shop's owner has made six of the ten ear piercings that so picturesquely adorn my lobes - two of the others were done in the South of Italy, at Bari; and two my Master beautifully commanded me to offer Him in London. Flavia examined a lot of shining small earrings and choose two delicious crystals of a wonderful nuance of green. She then sat in a comfortable armchair, and I spoke softly to her, repeating the things that so often I have said to her in these recent days: "Darling, I felt a moderate pain, but every person is different, and you can feel more than me, or a lot less than me... You could feel perhaps only a strange burning sensation... The important thing is that you are calm and ready to the fact that there is NO general rule in these matters. All will be all right, but if something goes wrong don't panic, don't be shocked: in a way or in another we will find a solution." At this point I must heartily thank that wonderful sweet woman who is Lothie - thanks darling, for the post about your daughter's piercing: you had problems, and felt a lot of bitterness, but thanks to having read your difficulties I prepared my Flavia in a better way, I prepared her for almost everything... I kissed my girl, and Alex caressed her hair. The jeweller disinfected her lobes, and drew a small black point with a pen on them. Then he took the gun. "Are you ready?" I asked Flavia. "Yes. " She answered. The first piercing was made. My girl was very pale. "Everything all right, darling?" "Yes, yes." But her voice was trembling. Soon the second lobe was pierced. She looked at her face in the big mirror inside the shop, and smiled, happily. "They are lovely, lovely..." I said: "I hope it was not a bad experience, dear." "It was all right, mamma, but I felt a lot of pain..." Alex and I embraced her, then we paid the jeweller and went out. In few minutes we reached a sweets shop, elegant and smelling of delicious food. We entered and ordered a hot milk and a salted croissant for me, a coffee with a croissant for my Master, and orangeade with a cream pastry for Flavia. We ate happily. "Do you want other things, darling? An ice- cream, a warm piece of cake?" "No, thanks, mamma, I'm all right." She was smiling, but there was a shade of sadness in her sunny smile. I felt her tensing, and tensing. "Darling, are your ears very sore?" "No, mamma, only a little." We went out and after few steps we entered in a bookshop to buy presents for relatives and, of course, also a book for Flavia. Again my open soul felt my girl in trouble. "Do you want to rest?" I asked her. "No, mamma, thanks." We bought all the books we needed (one comicbook was QUITE interesting, I think Alex wants to write a review of it for a.s.b soon), then went out and reached the bus stop. On the bus, which was very crowded, the vibrations coming from Flavia deepened in intensity and worry. I smiled to my Lord, trying to find a way to help my kid. My new nipple ring, with the motion of the bus, and that of my squirming body, was sending ecstatic sensations troughout my tender flesh, and my open, naked, offered soul. When we got off the bus, I was sinking in a lake of pleasure: this hole in my left nipple is a blessing indeed! In our warm apartement, with the Grateful Dead music on, I led Flavia to my bedroom. We both sat on the bed, our hands caressing together. "Darling, I said, I'm sure you have something troubling you. Please, don't be afraid, tell me..." She immediately began to weep. I kissed her wet cheeks. "Darling, what's the problem?" "It's... Daddy... I would like to ask him to come to Mass with us tomorrow... But I'm afraid... " "Dear, dear! - I said - I know, Daddy is buddhist, but he wants to make you happy, always... don't be afraid! You know, religion is a little mixed up in this family, me a catholic pagan induist, your brother very christian, but believing in reincarnation... but the only important thing anyway is Love, Love in every form..." My Lord had heard everything. He entered the bedroom very moved. "Of course I will come to Mass, Flavia, if this gives happiness to you..." We embraced all three together, and the question was settled. Flavia spent the evening and the night radiating fulfilment and happiness. And she was so proud of her piercing! Our Christmas Eve's dinner was a traditional fish-based one - brodetto, herrings, anchovies, little fishes fried and eaten whole, raw vegetables. This morning Alex chose to listen to Mass with open channels. That was a risk, of course. He grokked all the theology part, and found it terrible, obscure and intolerant. But He grokked also the holiness of the sacrament, and the not bad vibrations of the good people around us... It was hard for Him, and I praise Him for his courage. I never really had problems with dogmas and so on... I'm totally a mystic, theology I simply ignore, I grok the center of the universe and I go on... but every man and every woman is a star, every person a different facet of the Jewel. After a huge Christmas lunch - home-made tortellini, mixed boiled vegetables with Bolognese melted cheese, fried lamb, then a mountain of fruit - my Lord played a few minutes with my tit, not disturbing my still new piercing, but indirectly stimulating it enough to radiate sensation... This gave me a joy so great, and a pleasure so intense, that, at the same time, I was moved, with tears of sweetness in my eyes, and, simultaneously, my pussy became hot and wet... I know, I know, I'm a slut of a slave. :-) "Sweetest - he told me, his strong hands on my tender breast - it's exactly one week we don't do anything really heavy..." "Master, Master - I begged - please, Master, increase my spiral of scars, please! Cut me! Burn me!" "Tomorrow, darling, tomorrow when we are alone in the night..." "I love you, Master, I love you! Merry Christmas, Lord" - I licked his hands. "Merry Christmas, slave." He stroked my neck, pressing it gently, then gave me a breath-taking Master's kiss. Loving blessings, Laylah -- Thou art a Man, God is no more // Thine own Humanity learn to Adore Laylah Martelli - lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu, an1826@anon.penet.fi