I first met Lord Prophett and his lovely girls **** and Rayna at Leather Camp II, here in Wichita, Kansas, the weekend of August 18-20, 2006. I had been active in the community, only about a month, and the most intense scene I'd experienced was a moderate flogging. When this man walked in, with bare feet, long hair, and wearing what appeared to be a skirt, I was immediately intimidated. It was clear he had an edge and a style that was uniquely his own.

At the Dungeon Party I was in the lounge when Lord Prophett brought Rayna out of the Dungeon, with a piece of metal pierced through her cheeks! I was shocked. I remember thinking "There is no way. I could never consent to such a thing." (I've since learned, never say never). But, there was something about the look in her eyes that seemed pleased and content. However, not really knowing Rayna, I could not judge whether that look was normal, or a result of the spear. When a local member came into the lounge, sporting a spear, the look in his eyes was unmistakable. He was truly flying. That was evident to all who saw him. What was causing such a reaction? And was it really worth what these two had gone through to get that reaction? I experienced my first single tail whipping that night. The first "I will never…" to be dissolved. That was pushing things enough for me.

The following week, I attended a munch, and witnessed a sampling of needle play. As I watched, the girl seemed quite nervous, until the first needle was in place. Then she relaxed, and I could see her eyes begin to glaze over. Again with the flying high! What was this phenomenon? For the next couple of weeks, I contemplated what I had seen, and finally got up the nerve to approach the Dominant involved in that sampling, and expressed an interest in seeing what the big hoopla was all about. He agreed to give me a sampling of 3 or 4 needles at the next munch, October 6, 2006. Well, that 3 or 4 turned into 37 (the crumbling of another "I will never…", and the best high I'd ever experienced. Now I could see what the attraction was. It was the means to an end.

During the remainder of October, I helped on the planning committee for Fright Fest, featuring Lord Prophett. I was excited to know he and his girls were coming back, and that he was going to do demos on branding, stapling, and cheek spearing. I'd also been working on an essay, for my mentor, exploring the processing of pain. As the day approached, I mulled over the possibility of experiencing either stapling or cheek spearing. But was I really ready?

The day of the event, I listened with great interest to all Lord Prophett had to say. He proved himself to be articulate, intelligent, interesting, and intense. As I watched the demonstrations of branding, stapling, and cheek spearing, I kept thinking to myself "When will you have this opportunity again?" So, with the encouragement of a Dominant friend, William, I consented to both. A cheek spear with some staples as a warm up. I must admit, I was nervous during the entire break, waiting for the play party, and my scene to begin.

I watched as **** and Rayna set things up for the piercing. Lord Prophett sat before me, his eyes glued to mine. As he held the stapler, he asked if I was ready, and placed it against my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain. He pulled the trigger, and I felt nothing. I opened my eyes, thinking, "That wasn't so bad." But then he pulled the stapler away. It hadn't pierced the skin. He prepared to try again, and asked if I wanted to watch. I politely declined, and again closed my eyes. There was some pressure, and a little sting, but it wasn't bad. I watched as he placed five staples up the upper inside portion of each breast. William then laced the staples together, corset-style, with a shiny black ribbon, and tied it in a bow between my breasts. They both began patting and pulling on the ribbon, increasing the tension on the staples, and enjoying my reaction to the increase in the level of pain.

The adrenalin and endorphins were flowing, and I knew it was time. Lord Prophett again sat before me. I watched as he donned exam gloves. **** handed me a small cup of antiseptic mouth wash to rinse with and I swished it as he got the needle ready, placing a stickpin cap on the blunt end, and adding some lube to the sharp end. He cleaned the outside of my cheeks with alcohol. I could feel my heart racing. I could hardly believe I was consenting to this. He stared through me with those intense blue eyes and said, "You will not flinch."

He asked if I was ready, and I think I mumbled "Uh-huh". He told me to relax my mouth, and when I did, he stuck two fingers into it. I felt the sharp tip touch my left cheek, as he felt around the inside of my mouth for direction. As the needle pierced the skin, I felt a sharp searing pain, but I concentrated on my breathing, and on his voice telling me not to flinch. I'm not sure what is actually inside our cheeks, but there must be layers of it, because I could feel each layer as the needle popped through. Finally it was on the inside of my mouth. I took in a deep breath, preparing for the other cheek. As he pressed the tip against the inside of my right cheek, I remember thinking, "He's too close to my lips, it's going to be crooked." I forced myself to relax. "He knows what he's doing." I slowly began to release my breath as I again felt the needle popping through the many layers inside my cheek, until it finally popped out the other side.

As Lord Prophett was covering the sharp needle with a second stickpin cap, I heard William comment about how straight and even the piercing was. I opened my eyes, and was again met with Lord Prophett's piercing baby blues. I had done it. I had taken a cheek spear. My tongue began to play with the rod inside my mouth almost immediately, as I let my mind relax and enjoy the natural chemicals rushing through my body. It was then that I noticed how many people were standing around watching. I had been oblivious to their presence, focusing only on Lord Prophett and what he had been doing to me. **** and Rayna congratulated me, commenting on how well I had taken it, that I had not even flinched.

Lord Prophett said something to one of his girls, and told me to close my eyes. I was a little uncertain, but did as he said. Next thing I felt was a small, quick vibration in the spear. When I opened my eyes, I discovered he had touched it with a tuning fork. What a weird feeling. It actually tickled a little. He twisted it, shooting surges of pain, mixed with heavy doses of endorphins, making me fly even higher. He watched as I fiddled with it with my tongue, and when he was satisfied that I was soaring, he gave me a gentle kiss and turned me over to William.

Thank you Lord Prophett, William, and **** and Rayna, for an experience I will never forget. I wore that spear, and the lacing, home with me. I finally removed the spear the following evening at about 4:30. I figured it had been in for about 16 hours. The staples stayed in until Tuesday evening, when William removed them. They'd been in for about 3 days. After they were all removed, I completed my essay on processing pain. I think the guidance of my mentor, and the encouraging words of **** and Rayna helped give me the confidence to do so.

Christina
November 2, 2006