The Symmetry Of Closure
Life sometimes offers us an opportunity to revisit an event of the past and have the pleasure of completing it in a way that was not possible in that past. To put right some ills or disappointments.
One of the earliest posts on this blog was about the time my former mistress arranged an appointment at her favourite piercing parlour for me to have a PA (Excuses, Excuses . . .).
It didn’t go exactly to her plan. We ended up in the coffee shop over the street talking through the experience and her disappointment. It’s one of those episodes that’s become something of a favourite reminisce for both of us. It told us a lot more about “us” than if it had been successful.
I can now see an historic hint of melody in the fact that I’ve wanted to have my ears pierced for the best part of 30 years. Always there were family, social and career inhibitions in going through with it. Too much stigma and too much explaining to do, especially in the family context. My mother never had hers pierced and rarely wore clip-ons. I don’t think she would have come to terms with seeing me with earrings. The recent ‘outing’ conversation with the father removed the family context and gave a green light to the idea.
All in all, the omens signified cosmic alignment and it seemed to be the right time to go and do it.
Even so, melody is not yet used to public appearances and reassuring company is a useful crutch. Besides, I have no idea about these kinds of things and someone more knowledgeable i.e. every female; would be a great help.
There was only one sentimental choice. After all the intervening years, I had to offer the former mistress the opportunity to close the chapter on unfinished business.
The trip into the city was rather more relaxed this time. I maybe dressed on the slightly feminine side of androgynous but at the same time I’m rather more gregarious than I was all those years ago when there was no melody on show.
On arrival at the piercing parlour – yes, the same one – there was a waiting time of about an hour. With some advice I chose the earrings to be inserted and then we both consciously knew that the only place to spend that hour was the same Costa coffee shop. The conversation was less subdued than last time. Not least because I wasn’t retreating in to non-vocal subspace as I did back then.
Back at the parlour and invited up to the waiting room, a couple of customers ahead of us. We do have to be careful in that type of setting as our conversation is rarely about innocuous vanilla topics.
Of course there was a contrast with last time, despite all the little flashback reminders. It was the same room and couch, though the piercer was female. I’m reliably informed that she’s a domme and it kind of showed through her professional front. Especially the slightly wicked grin when I said I was quite familiar with having needles stuck in me. All those years ago I barely said a word to the male piercer. Now I was in full banter with this female one as she commented that my lobes had very deep dimples at just the right places. The quick response was something I couldn’t have done not so long ago – I quipped that it was from wearing clip-ons, some with quite vicious clips.
Moments later we were all aligned up and at the business end.
I don’t have to tell most of this audience what it was like, they already know. A small sting in the left ear, some fumbling to insert the earring and a repeat in the right ear.
The former mistress was grinning like a loon. Finally a closure after all those years despite the fact that I was doing it for me this time and not at her bidding. That I was sharing because of the history was more than enough for her now.
And then we were out, heading back to the car and a late lunch at a nice pub to talk of the mutual pleasure in closing something that had been hanging over us for so many years.
We both noted the almost perfect symmetry of that closure. From:
- Almost silent journey in to town
- Enter the parlour
- Waiting room in mono syllabism
- Piercing room, the bench, the disappointment
- The tense walk out of the parlour
- Coming down over coffee
- Lively discussion driving in to town
- Enter the parlour
- Go for a relaxing coffee and chat
- Piercing room, the bench, the inserted studs
- Off for a nice lunch
We weren’t sure if the ones inserted were what I chose. We couldn’t remember the chosen studs being sparkly. There’s a real glint when these catch the light.
And the final element of that inhibitions list ? If anyone at work has actually noticed, they haven’t said a word.
As a postscript, I fiddled too much trying to work out how they came off and lost the end of one of them (it screwed off). A great excuse for going to see the domme wearing some signature ones that match the pendant she gave me.
Written for the #WickedWednesday prompt of “Pleasure”. Why not go check out the other posts by clicking on the button.
July 17, 2019 @ 10:02 am
Love the title of the post and I remember reading the older one not so long ago.
Just lovely that you are such good friends – there is something very special about having “history” with a friend. The need to explain is lessened and that ability to ‘just be’ is allowed.
Regarding your earrings – I thought that it was in the rules that you could not take them off for quite a few weeks? you should just turn them and clean with antiseptic?
On to me 😉 I had my ears pierced when I was 14 and they closed up after a few years. I had them done and again and one ear closed up. This was not due to me not wearing earrings. I literally only had to leave them out for a few days and it would start to heal over. I never understood it. So by the time I got to thirty I realised i was on to a losing battle and left them. Now both closed. Lets hope all my holes don’t close up 😉 xx
July 17, 2019 @ 10:27 am
She was my mistress for 6 or 7 years. She had to give up D/s and will never go there again. The beauty of this is that she knows me inside out like no other and yet will never be a threat to any D/s relationship. She can just be my best and most honest friend (and very protective).
Yeah, you’re not supposed to remove them for a couple of months 🤦♀️ In my fiddling I managed to unscrew the post and lost the stud end. An opportunity to show these off when seeing the domme, though in general terms not a good idea. I’ll let these settle down for a few days before replacing with some ball studs more suitable for daily wear – and damn well leave them alone until properly healed !!!
Pity about your ear closing up. I’m already appreciating the lack of pain from clip-ons 😉
Hope this post put a smile on a few faces 🌹💋
July 17, 2019 @ 8:59 am
It’s lovely how some situations, even after years, repeat and then turn out to be so positive. Closure indeed. And those earrings look gorgeous!
July 17, 2019 @ 9:49 am
It was a wonderful day. With all that history there was no one more appropriate to share it with and the big smile she had was so worth it.
The earrings do look glorious, especially when the (sort of) matching pendant is on display. The look on my domme’s face when first she saw them and then realised they were pierced earrings is yet another wonderful memory to take away and keep.
Thank you. xx
July 16, 2019 @ 10:37 pm
Great post, and wonderful development in your confidence in being seen as melody out and about. I loved that this came full circle and you attended the appointment with your domme. Fabulous.
July 16, 2019 @ 10:46 pm
I knew she just had to be there. Very pleased when she jumped at the chance.
She may not be my mistress any more and not for a long time, now. Instead she’s perhaps the closest friend I have, or will have. xx
July 17, 2019 @ 10:12 pm
It was definitely an experience to share, especially as a sequel to the earlier event. Yes a friend who understands you like she does is very special.