Is there a word for “fainting at the sight of blood”?

I don’t. No, really, I don’t. But for a moment today I thought I’d developed it. After a long day shooting video with Mistress Trish, we were pulling a dozen needles out of our lucky submissive’s genitals. Blood was everywhere. Each time I’d twist the needle around, eliciting moans, before uncorking it and sliding it out.

Having never done genital piercing before, I was fiercely focused on the task at hand. All of sudden I felt the heat of the video lights on my neck: waves of heat, crackling up my spine and roaring in my ears. I started doing deep breathing to fight back the sparkles in my vision. Remembering admonitions in high school choir not to lock my knees, I shifted in my heels. It wasn’t working. Blood was coursing out of his cock in little spurts with his heartbeat, he was whimpering, it was all so hot — too hot — oh God, I was really going to faint, wasn’t I?

How fucking embarrassing.

I dropped to the couch and stuck my head between my knees. The world tunneled. A second attempt to stand only made it spin more wildly. Defeated, I watched Trish fingerpaint with the blood for a few minutes.

I do not mean to attach value to a tolerance for blood; in other words, my pride and reputation was not at stake. But I was confused as fuck. I wasn’t distressed, except to be missing out. The fainting made no sense.

As I drank my third mug of water, it came to me through a pounding headache. Heat exhaustion — but what horrible timing! It’s not uncommon for a photographer or videographer to become ill on a shoot from the hot lights and exertion. Today I’d been beating up boys under those lights for eight hours, wearing latex, on naught but a couple glasses of orange juice. I ran through the symptoms. Yup.

Some pizza and soda later, I’m good as new. I did get to leave bloody handprints on him. And his penis is fine! I know you were worried.

Appropriately enough, I came home to find my breasts (with play piercings) on ModBlog. Shannon even edited my pictures all pretty and stuff! I had completely forgotten about submitting these photos to BME — I sent them in months ago to get a membership to BME/Hard while I was considering a triangle piercing. Thanks to Lolita for alerting me.

I think I’m almost more chuffed about this than getting Fleshbotted again last month. That’s a tough call, though.

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