From an Ace to all the Ace

[Kayla]

So I warmed up the sauna. It’s Sunday. A week since i took my piercings. They did say to avoid sauna for the first two weeks, but avoid doesn’t mean don’t do it.

My piercings are fine, better than expected. Tiny bit swollen, the right nipple, but that’s normal. I need this.

While I’m laying there on my bench cloth, like a normally do I look at the metallic water ladle and wonder how would that feel smacking my butt. And I try it. On my right inner thigh first, for some reason.

Ha. Fun. Every time I smack myself the ladle makes a metallic ring sound. After about seven or eight smacks on my inner thigh I rotate to the left, so that I can reach my hamstrings and butt.

This feels better. I aim for the muscle and I feel the sensitive spots on the edges and on the side of my leg. The spots hurt, so after about a ten, fifteen twenty -ish smacks I get enough.

Ok.

I lay back on my back again and close my eyes to relax. ..

No. I want more.

So I repeat. This time the sensitive spots do not hurt as much. I can put more power behind the next whack and again aim for the muscle and it feels so good! I continue until I get enough.

When I have enough I throw some water on the stones and enjoy the steam. I wonder why I haven’t thought about this before. Why did I ever think I need some one else to do this for me? ??

I go for round three. I am fucking loving life in this moment!

When I get enough I stop and shower. Life is good.

[Kayla]

This is escalating fast 

I want to feel full. So I bought a dragon dick. It’s fluorescence and glitters. Love it. Should do the trick.

It’s saunanight again. My favorite.

70 degrees, perfect temperature. Lets get right to it. The dick with a suction cup can wait on my spot, while I take the water ladle and give myself a little spanking. My butt cheeks are already seen this before and yeah, it’s nice, but lets get to the new stuff.

The dragon dick is waiting for me to sit on it. It looks very inviting, but might need a little work to get it all in. I start at the tip, feel the feel, and slowly start lowering myself to take some more of the shaft in… I feel this.

I take my time. I do yoga breathing and feel how I start sweating. Drops of sweat is running down on my face, between my boobs and I can feel them running down my back. It’s so lovely and warm,  it’s easy to relax and as I’m thinking this I feel by body taking the dragon deeper. My buttocks are nearly touching the bench.

I’m really feeling this. I can feel the stretch as I’m reaching the very wide base and I’m now fully sitting down my butt on the bench, the whole dragon inside me. The head is pressing on my cervix just right as I move my weight slightly from left to right, front to back, then make a little circle with my hips. Then I just stay still and enjoy this moment.

I’m completely covered in sweat. My pussy is making all sorts of wet noises everytime I make even the smallest move. I reach for the ladle and spank my thigh and what I can reach on my butt sitting down. Obviously can’t reach for the best spot, but I have a lot of ass to smack even from this position. My very long hair sticks to the skin, can’t even imagine how read my face is right now.

Time for a breather. I get up really slow. I can feel how my pussy does not want to let go too easily, so I sit my ass down and try again. I get up and this time there is no resistance.

Cool.

Now, lets turn the dick 180 degrees, as to getting filled from behind, to see how that feels. There are different kind of bumps on this side of the dick, I want to see if it makes a difference. All sorts of liquids escape my pussy this time as I’m sitting down on the dragon and I’m getting exactly what I ordered. I feel the stretch like I did the first time around but my pussy takes it all in fast as I’m sitting down and feeling my feelings. I make a little forward riding movement, circles, shift my weight left and right… I feel some pinches in my insides and when I lean into the pain it’s like a reward.

The wooden bench makes some squeegee sounds as I enjoy riding my dragon. I give both my nipple piercings some slaps and pinches.

Enough is enough. I’m starting to overheat. It’s time to shower and recover. I am loving this so much...

Maybe even try a bigger dragon next time 

[Kayla]

A walk on a memory lane to not to distand past: Spring -25.

I needed piercings. Not sure why, but I did. So I booked a time for a Saturday.

The piercer was a petite woman. She was good. While I took my top off and hopped in the seat she asked me if I had any previous piercings. My head went blank for some reason and I said no. I’ve had belly buttons piercing for 20 years? But my head is empty and won’t remember this until couple of hours after this appointment...

She took her time drawing the right spots, where the piercings would go, with a marker on both nipples. It took a few tries but I was happy with how she got them as vertigal as possible. It’s not easy to do with large breasts like mine.

We started with the right nipple. ”Deep inhale” I never felt the needle go in, but for a full second I felt a burning sensation through my entire right boob all the way down to my chest. Had to exhale long, like I was blowing air through a straw. It only lasted a second or two though.

”Huh. That was interesting” was all I words I had to say.

”Everything okay? Feel dizzy? Should we continue?” The lady asked when she was screwing on the first piercing ball. She moved the tiny work table she needed to the other side.

”I’m fine, continue”. I knew the second one was going to hurt more, since now I know what to expect. I took a very deep inhale...

And there it was. My left boob and that side of the chest was now on fire, but it felt longer than a second or two. Took a second deep inhale when she put the jewerly through and felt it all this time. Like, well, movement around inside my nipple, or course, when she placed the piercing and screwed on the ball.

Then nothing. Why am I liking this so much, I thought to myself.

”Ok, now we can take a few minutes, take a look, you can put your top back on and if you feel like it we can continue with the eyebrow piercings”.

She handed me a mirror. I can of course see my own nipples without a mirror, I just have to lift it a little, my boobs are huge and nipples don’t exactly point up. But I took the mirror anyway.

I saw my new piercings, THEY WERE SO PRETTY! It’s stupid how happy I got.

I put my top back on and sat back down in the chair. ”Two more, please” and I think I was smiling a little bit too wide. Am I being weird?

I wanted two barbells in the corner of my left eyebrow. One would just look too lonely. The piercer was a little suprised I was so eager to continue so soon, but what can I say. She was good. I had fun.

The eyebrow piercings felt like a cats nail that dugg real deep and slow onto my skin. This didn’t even count as pain in my opinion. They bled a little, whereas nipples didn’t bleed at all.

It took longer because she had to wait for the bleeding to stop before putting in the barbell in the second one. My eye kept watering on the same side I took the piercings, a long stream of my tears fell all the way down my cheeck and on my neck. I wipe them away with a tissue and wait to be done.

Four piercings were enough at one go, even for me. Although as I'm thanking the piercer and gathering my stuff I'm already planning for my next hit.

[Kayla]

*WARNING: Not for the faint of hearts*

How about going for a invasive, completly useless medical procedure that provides zero useful information for current situation. Shall we?

Just for shits and giggles, because, you know.. a curious masochist.

After walking for over 20 minutes from the nearest parking spot, sitting in the waiting area for another 20 extra minutes, the nurse finally calls me in. I walk in, the doctor is already sitting in her seat infront of a computer, opposite the nurses desk. I sit down and already I can tell that this doctor, like all the others, is on autopilot. I can already tell how this is going to go.

I answer her questions and then it’s time to undress from waist down and lay on my back on the table, legs on the stirups.

”Can I touch?” They are good with asking for consent, have to admit.

”Yes”

”I’ll start. I’ll apply some pressure on your lower belly, tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort” The doctors fingers up in my pussy, her other hand is putting pressure on my belly where the ovaries and uterus are located. Everything normal.

”Next we’ll do the ultrasound examination. I’ll have to call the specialist in to give her opinion and recommendation of what she sees in the image” She lubes up the ultrasound probe with a curved shape, resembling a hockey stick and, with my consent, inserts it in my vagina. While poking around my insides like a blind man looking for his hat on my vagina walls a feeling of disappointment comes over me. Bad moment to trigger muscle memory.

I remind myself that I have come a long way in life, and even though life gives me shit, at least I’m not straight.

While they got the image on the screen, the nurse was on her phone asking the specialist to pop by, and almost the same second she enters the room and quickly closes the door. There is a curtain infront of the door for this reason. Even if one happened to peep they would only see a curtain, not a pasient with their pussy spread open.

She introduces herself and gently pats my knee to let me know her presence. I acknowlegde her presence with a ”Hi” barely seeing her from behind my F cups.

Everything looks good, but just to be on the safe side they’ll take a endometrial biopsy.

I make them aware in a very matter-of-fact tone that I don’t buy this ´cervix has no nerve endings` nonsense, and to proceed with that in mind. To their credit they listened and assured they were aware of this and it would be very careful and quick, but also optional. If I didn’t want to they would skip this step.

I tell them to continue.

Te nurse hands me a stress ball, the doctor on the autopilot inserts the speculum and sprays a numbing agent on my cervix and I kid you not, I feel that mist deep down in my throat. It’s the same thing with anything with a flavor going into my vagina, it soon reaches the back of my throat. I keep this information for myself.

While we are waiting for the agent to take affect I’m been told the biopsy is taken with a 1mm thick plastic catheter. ”You should only feel a little pinch”. I roll my eyes so loud, but I’m pretty sure only the nurse clocked it.

Time to begin. The autopilot is asking the nurse to hold something so that she can fully focus only on the cathetar. She says something to the specialist, and she also gives a helping hand in what I’m guessing is holding my meety lips from interfering. They have this whole conversation without making me feel self consious and it’s all very matter of fact. Kudos. Also can’t help but thinking there are three women between my legs as we speak. Six hands in my crotch doing their thing. A win is a win.

Sure enough, can’t feel the cathetar go through the cervix but sure as hell felt it as soon as it reached my uterus. ”I’m going to get the sample now” She said and I feel like there is a metal wire that  starts scraping my insides. ”This is as bad as it gets” as soon as the nurse said that I feel the scraping dig deeper. Not loud, but very strong and dark ”SAAtana” escapes my lips. Mouth lips, not pussy lips. But I hold very still.

”Less than 10 seconds left”. ”Good looking sample”. ”Done”. The specialist gives her recommendations and leaves the room.

”Ok. All that’s left is we just need to flush out the cathetar from your uterus. This part is not painful at all.”

That part was true. I can’t feel anything when the nurse filled my uterus with a saline solution, but I feel the warm fluit on my ass cheecks as it’s dripping out of me.

The nurse hands me some tissues to wipe my own ass and I can stand up and get dressed.

As I’m sitting back down on the chair next to the doctors desk she asks if I have any questions. Well yeah. ”I would like to get to the root reason of all the symptoms, not just threat the symptoms”

”Well, excess weight can cause this” the autopilot is on default answer mode of course. Silly me. I can see that she is already mentally moving on to the next patient.

I’m tired. I take deep sigh ”Well, then of course. Thank you for reminding me. I don’t have any more questions”. I’m pretty sure she ignored the sarcasm in my voice. ”Have a good day” With a big fake smile on my face I leave the room.

As I’m walking back to my car I feel whatever was left in the uterus makes an exit. Good thing I took the pad they offered. I remind myself that my expectations were already six feet under when I desided to do this and this changes nothing. I make a mental note that not less than 70 years ago this would have been a lobotomy procedure, as a cure, for being diagnosed mentally ill. Baby steps.


To everyone who can relate to this, I’m sorry. The gaslighting is real. We deserve so much better.