What's on your Won't Do list?

[the captians wench]

Egads!

It would never heal on me then and I'd likely die of septicemia. I spend way too much time in the ocean and in warm, humid climates. Heck, paper cuts get infected and take six months to heal on this island.

I'm curious though, for those who've pierced delicate body parts, what was the driving motivation behind this decision?

My belly button peircing was very symbolic.

I had been wanting it done for 5 years, but was too afraid to do it. Then I went through a nervous break down. After that, I had to rebuild, starting with getting a job. As soon as I was comfortable working again, my husband left me. Then came the seperation, having to learn to support myself, working full time, starting my own company, and a few other things that I was afraid to do that I sucked up and just did. My belly button was the last one. If I could do that, if I could do all that I had, this would be easy, and I could do anything.

It's sort of a reminder that I'm stronger than I think I am sometimes.

 

[Keroin]

On tattoos, I have never really liked the idea, but every once in a while I get a notion to get a tramp stamp of "obey" in kanji.
Jounar and I have been talking for a while about having something branded on my ass. But that will be an in person event.

I am so petrified of needles. I had wanted my belly button pierced for 5 years before I had it done because of this fear. When I finally did have it done, a couple of friends took me. One held my hand, petted my hair and chanted "good girl, good pet" to me while the other sat beside me chastizing "breath wenchie breath!" I imagine when I have my nipples done next week the scene will be fairly simular.

You have good friends, Wenchie.

not that a navel piercing is the same as, say a clit piercing or nipple piercing in regards to delicate parts...

i got my belly button pierced as my first mark as Master's at the time sub.
full story linked here: http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=26798619&postcount=10694

You have a good master, MIS. (That was a very sweet story).

I am still not sold.

Chuck has only once, in a very obscure fashion, mentioned poky things for use on me. He was just fucking with me but it scared the bejesus out of me. Almost as bad as the time he threatened to rearrange my CD collection out of alphabetical, chronological and genre order. Fiend.

 

[Keroin]

My belly button peircing was very symbolic.

I had been wanting it done for 5 years, but was too afraid to do it. Then I went through a nervous break down. After that, I had to rebuild, starting with getting a job. As soon as I was comfortable working again, my husband left me. Then came the seperation, having to learn to support myself, working full time, starting my own company, and a few other things that I was afraid to do that I sucked up and just did. My belly button was the last one. If I could do that, if I could do all that I had, this would be easy, and I could do anything.

It's sort of a reminder that I'm stronger than I think I am sometimes.

Good for you!

That's very cool. I probably would have just eaten a dozen cupcakes or something. Hey, that's also dangerous, if I ate them too fast I could get a tummy ache.

Seriously, you are stronger than you think.

 

[the captians wench]

You have good friends, Wenchie.



You have a good master, MIS. (That was a very sweet story).

I am still not sold.

Chuck has only once, in a very obscure fashion, mentioned poky things for use on me. He was just fucking with me but it scared the bejesus out of me. Almost as bad as the time he threatened to rearrange my CD collection out of alphabetical, chronological and genre order. Fiend.

I really do, they do take good care of me. I think they still think of me as a pet, but maybe just a weekend pet, you know like a kid you only have custody of on the weekends.

Jounar has gotten it into his head that using me as a pin cusion sounds like fun.

 

[Homburg]

My. Palms. Are. Sweating.

I am working diligently to not enjoy that reaction.

Half of being a dominant is selling the idea that the crazy shit you want to do to the other person is seven kinds of hot. And much of that is purring the idea into the right parts of their brain, getting them warmer and warmer to the thought of any sort of contact. Wishing for any sort of touch, to the point that the idea starts to sound less like something terrifying, and more like something sexy. Then you align that fear with arousal, as, honestly, the physical reactions are intimately similar. Before too long, you are lying on your belly, wrists tied above your head, soaking wet, terrified, and yet waiting for that first pinch.

 

[Keroin]

I am working diligently to not enjoy that reaction.

Half of being a dominant is selling the idea that the crazy shit you want to do to the other person is seven kinds of hot. And much of that is purring the idea into the right parts of their brain, getting them warmer and warmer to the thought of any sort of contact. Wishing for any sort of touch, to the point that the idea starts to sound less like something terrifying, and more like something sexy. Then you align that fear with arousal, as, honestly, the physical reactions are intimately similar. Before too long, you are lying on your belly, wrists tied above your head, soaking wet, terrified, and yet waiting for that first pinch.

You’re going Charles Xavier on me now.

Magneto: “Get out of my head, Charles”

All things considered, my fear is illogical but then most fears are. The last time I went diving here, I was circled by a shark on the way up. A big shark – maybe ten feet long. These things don’t faze me. Oh sure, it was thrilling but I’d happily climb in the water again. Thinking of that shark doesn’t make me feel anything but lucky.

Needles, on the other hand…*palms resume sweating*

And it’s not like I haven’t been poked or lacerated a million times. Once I did a high fall through a window and landed on a piece of the broken glass. I walked around with a chunk of glass in my ass for two hours and didn’t even realize it. Endorphins? Anyone? Anyone? And knives don’t scare me at all.

Needles on the other hand…*reaches for security blanky*

You better not be enjoying this.

 

[midwestyankee]

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Needles on the other hand…*reaches for security blanky*

I'm at least as skittish about needles as K here. My won't do list includes anything vaguely related to sharp objects and my body. Just. Ain't. Happening.

That said, a lovely jeweled piercing of the girlie bits can be quite appealing.

 

[ZRT]

Piercings just never appealed to me, on me or other people. Ears are okay, but past that, meh.

For my own part, I get banged up enough that I don't even want to think about metal bits stuck in my body getting involved.

 

[Keroin]

Awesome beach sunset beckons. More about scary shite later.

Night all!

 

[Homburg]

You’re going Charles Xavier on me now.

Magneto: “Get out of my head, Charles”

Part of the other half is knowing when to stop

All things considered, my fear is illogical but then most fears are. The last time I went diving here, I was circled by a shark on the way up. A big shark – maybe ten feet long. These things don’t faze me. Oh sure, it was thrilling but I’d happily climb in the water again. Thinking of that shark doesn’t make me feel anything but lucky.

I would levitate out of the water and make like Jesus.

I've done that, or close to it. Back in the 80's, a movie called "Piranha" had just come out. I didn't need this, as I was still terrified from "Jaws", and I'd only seen bits of it (too chicken to watch the whole movie, and still am). Anyway, ads for this movie had reached Germany,a sI guess they were going to screen it on the base theater.

Well, my family and I were at Chiemsee in Bavaria, and I was swimming in the water. It's a big freshwater lake, almost an inland sea. It also has fish. Metallic fish. Metallic fish of what appeared to be the right size to be actual piranha to my young mind. Metallic fish that might be piranha and OMGWTF ONE OF THEM BIT ME ON THE ARM.

Yeah, I don't know that I've ever made better time getting out of a body of water than I did that day. I don't think I went in any deeper than wading depth afterwards.

Fucking. Fish. Bit. Me.

Needles on the other hand…*reaches for security blanky*

You better not be enjoying this.

Not in the slightest. Honest.

(I'd be willing to bet that part of you is though...)

--

So, yeah, one of my "won't do" items is "swim with any creature interested in biting me".

 

[Homburg]

I'm at least as skittish about needles as K here. My won't do list includes anything vaguely related to sharp objects and my body. Just. Ain't. Happening.

That said, a lovely jeweled piercing of the girlie bits can be quite appealing.

Had it done to me as part of learning the skill, and done it to myself for practice. It's not an endorphin rush for me, but I'm not really wired that way.

 

[Dreamliner]

Me, I will not eat brussel sprouts, nope never!

Tame I know.


I have done a few thousand dives throughout the pacific islands...seen plenty of sharks, orca's etc, none faze me, never will although I do respect the shark's space!

The orca's were lots of fun, they just came around for a nosey and look see.

A scary moment was being in the bowels of the president cooldige and the guide got us lost for a while..we did get into some tight corners extracting ourselves!

 

[Homburg]

I have done a few thousand dives throughout the pacific islands...seen plenty of sharks, orca's etc, none faze me, never will although I do respect the shark's space!

The orca's were lots of fun, they just came around for a nosey and look see.

A scary moment was being in the bowels of the president cooldige and the guide got us lost for a while..we did get into some tight corners extracting ourselves!

Completely ignoring the orca story (Huge. Toothy. Fish.), the idea of being lost inside a sunken ship is mind-bogglingly frightening to me.




(Yes, I know, an orca is a mammal. You know what I mean.)

 

[CutieMouse]

Y'all are reminding me...

I do not do water. No. Nope. Nu-uh. No way, no thank you, no.

I can tolerate wading pools with the short humans if necessary.
I can tolerate pools if my feet can touch the bottom.
Anything more than shoulder deep? All those labor breathing things I know start coming in handy.

I don't care how fun/relaxing/magical/whatever people say it is... no.



(Yes I was thrown in 12' deep water by a camp counselor at age 7 to "teach me to swim" because I wasn't progressing through my lessons quickly enough. Bastard.)

 

[Dreamliner]

Completely ignoring the orca story (Huge. Toothy. Fish.), the idea of being lost inside a sunken ship is mind-bogglingly frightening to me.

(Yes, I know, an orca is a mammal. You know what I mean.)

The orca's just stood away from us a bit, beautiful animals. There was no sense that they saw us as part of their food chain.

The ship, yeah...we didn't realsie for a while..about they time we started to proceed inline holding the fin of the person in-front as we couldn't bloody see much.

I worked out later, looking at a plan of the ship, where we ended up and the path we followed.

But scuba diving..love it. The meat ball in the Solomon's where about 30 sharks herded up a bunch of fish was very exciting, especially as we had ring side seats..like about 4m away from the action pressed hard down onto the reef surface and trying to look like a piece of coral.

 

[Homburg]

I was dropped off a dock into a lake when I was two. So I've been told. Water itself is no big deal. I swim tolerably (viv is a fish. Literally an award winning swimmer), and can enjoy it. But when the water gets deep? No so much. And the ocean is the definition of deep.

It doesn't help that salt water gives me a rash in the crotch and inner thigh region very quickly.

 

[Dreamliner]

That thwoing into the water to swim,,just normally ensures that a person will be afraid of water from that day forward.

The rash is H, dare I say, sea lice, depending on where you live or went swimming in the sea. Some people are more sensitive to them than others.

 

[Keroin]

I'm at least as skittish about needles as K here. My won't do list includes anything vaguely related to sharp objects and my body. Just. Ain't. Happening.

Yeah, what he said!

(I'd be willing to bet that part of you is though...)

Maybe a bit but don't tell anyone. I'm on martini #2 with no dinner, the walls are down a bit. I'll regret this in the morning.

Me, I will not eat brussel sprouts, nope never!

Tame I know.


I have done a few thousand dives throughout the pacific islands...seen plenty of sharks, orca's etc, none faze me, never will although I do respect the shark's space!

The orca's were lots of fun, they just came around for a nosey and look see.

A scary moment was being in the bowels of the president cooldige and the guide got us lost for a while..we did get into some tight corners extracting ourselves!

Few thousand dives? Wow, I've only done a couple hundred. So jealous. Haven't dove a lot of wrecks and I've never penetrated. The Spiegel Grove in Florida was fun, just for size - and I sat in the gun thingy and pretended to be shooting at people.

I so want to dive with a whale shark. It's way up on my to do list. I have a buddy who runs a dive operation in the Revialligos (sp?) and I keep meaning to hook up on one of his runs.

Seen a lot of Orcas while out fishing, they're spectacular. Love to watch them herding salmon! For acrobatics, though, the Humpies can't be beat. And they'll be here soon!

What's your favorite dive you've ever done?

 

[Dreamliner]

Favourite dive:

hell, there have been a few:

Wreck President Coolidge Vanuatu

Reef: Solomon Islands out from Gizzo

Hunting: Great Barrier Island NZ

Sightseeing: Poor Knights, one of the top ten dives in the world.

 

[Homburg]

That thwoing into the water to swim,,just normally ensures that a person will be afraid of water from that day forward.

Well, I was young enough that I don't recall it. I am really not bothered by water per se. It's the ocean. Really, it was movies like Jaws, Poseidon Adventure, seeing the film on the wreck of the Titanic, etc.

The rash is H, dare I say, sea lice, depending on where you live or went swimming in the sea. Some people are more sensitive to them than others.

Dude.



I definitely don't want to go back in the frikken water now.

The most common areas I hit the ocean, the few times that I go, are here on the coast of SE Virginia and northern NC. Sea lice? Fuck, that creeps me out. It really just feels like a bad case of heat rash. If that's caused by lice....

This is why the ocean creeps me out. Too many things wanting ta fuckin eat me. I am NOT a prey animal.

 

[rida]

Needles scare me too. I think I could do knife better than needles.
Of course saying something like this to a PYL type is a sure recipe for him/her wanting to do needle play ...

(I've not dared do needle play yet but the way you describe it, Homburg-sama? yeah, it totally works that way ... once the seed is planted ... there is no taking it away ... )

As for what is on my Won't Do list:

Many things that I would say are a Never! I could probably do in extenuating circumstances ... (such as kill someone for self-defense/defend my family)

Social conscious behavior is limited by laziness and convenience and lack of knowledge (I know, it is not good, but I know it, although I've been at least doing my best to be environmentally friendly and not waste resources all my life)

But something that I would never ever ever do is: bungee jump.
I'm sorry but I do not see the fun with feeling like your blood is leaving your body, your stomach knotted up and your brain trying to escape through your ears ... No Thank You.

 

[Harmony_1985]

I was three when my mom took me to get mine pierced, so I've always had mine done as long as I can remember.

I would like to get them done again, though, soon.

And maybe my navel once the baby comes, although I'm not sure because navel piercings have a high rate of infection and rejection and take forever to heal.

I have my ears done 3 times. 2 pairs in my ear lobes, then I have a cartialidge piercing in the top of my right ear which I got for my 14th birthday.

I wanted my belly button done when I was younger, but I'm over it now. The scars I have in my belly button kinda prevent me from getting it done anyway cos they get in the way.

I am however starting to warm to the idea of having my nipples done.

And one thing I won't do is edge play. Too much scope for it to go too wrong too quickly.

 

[graceanne]

My belly button peircing was very symbolic.

I had been wanting it done for 5 years, but was too afraid to do it. Then I went through a nervous break down. After that, I had to rebuild, starting with getting a job. As soon as I was comfortable working again, my husband left me. Then came the seperation, having to learn to support myself, working full time, starting my own company, and a few other things that I was afraid to do that I sucked up and just did. My belly button was the last one. If I could do that, if I could do all that I had, this would be easy, and I could do anything.

It's sort of a reminder that I'm stronger than I think I am sometimes.

That is so cool!

Almost as bad as the time he threatened to rearrange my CD collection out of alphabetical, chronological and genre order. Fiend.

That is just WRONG! The sadist.

I am working diligently to not enjoy that reaction.

Half of being a dominant is selling the idea that the crazy shit you want to do to the other person is seven kinds of hot. And much of that is purring the idea into the right parts of their brain, getting them warmer and warmer to the thought of any sort of contact. Wishing for any sort of touch, to the point that the idea starts to sound less like something terrifying, and more like something sexy. Then you align that fear with arousal, as, honestly, the physical reactions are intimately similar. Before too long, you are lying on your belly, wrists tied above your head, soaking wet, terrified, and yet waiting for that first pinch.

. . . hot.

I would levitate out of the water and make like Jesus.

That reminds me of a sermon I heard, once, on motivation.

A man was cutting through a grave yard one night on his way home. He wasn't paying attention and fell into a hole dug ready for a funeral the next morning. He tried to get out, but he couldn't, so he just settled in and prepared to wait. A bit later, surprisingly enough, ANOTHER guy fell in. The first guy sat and watched him try to climb out for a minute or two, then got up and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude, you are never getting out of here."

And you know what? HE DID!

Y'all are reminding me...

I do not do water. No. Nope. Nu-uh. No way, no thank you, no.

And that reminds me, I won't be immersed in water. I don't mind water, I just won't go over my head.

And I won't swim in water I can't see through. Who knows what's in there?

But something that I would never ever ever do is: bungee jump.
I'm sorry but I do not see the fun with feeling like your blood is leaving your body, your stomach knotted up and your brain trying to escape through your ears ... No Thank You.

I would never do anything that involves heights, and hell would freeze over before I deliberately did something that involved falling.

I'm the person that hyperventilates on bridges, believe me nothing would get high enough up to FALL off of it.

 

[satindesire]

mine took six months to heal and thats about average

SIX MONTHS. That's not a long time in your eyes?! That's just about forever to me.

Good lord, I can't imagine walking around with an open sore for that long.

Mister got his ears pierced about....oh God, when was that?

Um, about a year ago, I think. It took about 9 days for them to heal completely.

Six months, I balk at that. That's a long-ass time. I have to say, though, that he looks HOOOOOOT with the big square diamond studs he bought. OMG. Pant.

If you've never seen Mister before, he's a stone cold hottie. He looks like Common. You know, the Hip Hop singer? They could be brothers.

Hang on, I got a picture of Common here on this link. http://www.drfunkenberry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/common.jpg

Slap a closely trimmed beard on him, and you've got Mister.

I have my ears done 3 times. 2 pairs in my ear lobes, then I have a cartialidge piercing in the top of my right ear which I got for my 14th birthday.

I wanted my belly button done when I was younger, but I'm over it now. The scars I have in my belly button kinda prevent me from getting it done anyway cos they get in the way.

I am however starting to warm to the idea of having my nipples done.

And one thing I won't do is edge play. Too much scope for it to go too wrong too quickly.

I'd like at least one more hole in my ears so I can wear more than one pair of earrings. I have so many goddamn earrings I don't know what to do with them all, and I love them so much it's frustrating as hell trying to pick JUST ONE PAIR to wear at any given time. I honestly ask for earrings whenever someone asks me what I want for my birthday/christmas/mother's day blah blah. That's how much I love them. I'm almost NEVER not wearing a pair.

I'd like to get a cart piercing on one of my ears at least, but my ears are so sensitive to the slightest touch that I'm terrified it will hurt REALLY bad. I'll never know unless I go get it done, though. *shrugs grinning*

 

[Keroin]

SIX MONTHS. That's not a long time in your eyes?! That's just about forever to me. DITTO

If you've never seen Mister before, he's a stone cold hottie. He looks like Common. You know, the Hip Hop singer? They could be brothers.

Hang on, I got a picture of Common here on this link. http://www.drfunkenberry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/common.jpg

Slap a closely trimmed beard on him, and you've got Mister.

Whoa! Hot is an understatement. Nice score, Satin!

Personally, I am hopelessly drawn to geeks. Not sure why. I look at the hot men and think, YUM, and then, inevitably, I end up falling for the bald guy with a lisp and a limp.