My story begins with a fascination with body mods since I was about eight or nine years old in the 60s. I would snip out pictures of psychedelic painted ladies from magazines, hiding them to peruse late at night. I painted my Barbie dolls in the same fashion. I painted myself but my mother would catch me and make be bathe. As an adolescent, I suppressed the fascination for fear of being different. As a young adult, I longed for tattoos but no professionals were available to provide me with safe, healthy tattoos.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist My husband with professional piercer assistance Studio shall remained unnamed to protect the piercer I began exploring tattooing and piercing in the 80s. I apprenticed with a tattoo artist and worked with him for a number of years. He pierced himself, giving himself a PA. He had plenty of PFIQ and tattoo magazines available. I was well accustomed to tattoos but a new fascination developed with the piercings. I suppressed it and became loath to anything related to piercings as they could not be a part of my normal life.
My husband also developed an interest in piercings in that time. He pierced his earlobes and nipples. He then began stretching. I found these piercings tolerable and enjoyed the shock value of people realizing the actual guage of his jewelry. He toyed with the idea of a PA and I was repulsed. He kindly put it off for a year or longer as I tried to adjust. Finally he could not suppress his desire and he got his PA piercing. The first time we had sex with the PA, he slipped and the ball rubbed and caught in my urethra. This was very painful for me. I hurt for several days. He began taking the jewelry out to accommodate me and not to hurt me during sex. I tried very hard to be more receptive but the ring had hurt me and I had a hard time, mentally, getting around it.
I slowly began dealing with my feelings about piercings while he forged on stretching and trying different styles of jewelry. In my mind, I began to picture myself with a navel, nipples and clit hood piercing. This was a very slow process. I laid a variety of jewelry on my skin, trying it out, and adjusting to the coolness, adjusting mentally. In October, I read a story on BME Features of the Moment or Person of the Moment about a professional woman who had multiple hidden piercings. I would like to thank her. Something clicked inside of me and the revulsion lifted. I knew that I could be pierced.
I had no way to describe that revelation and mind shift to my husband. He had moved out and anything that I did was chalked up as an attempt to get him back. For me, it was personal growth. Facing my fears, phobias, paranoia and mindset and dealing with them head on. We were together one evening and I told him that I wanted to pierce my navel. Without taking a breath I forged on to ask him if he thought our piercer would permit him to do it with her guidance. He would ask. The response was "Hell no" but the piercer relented.
Our piercer did the preparation including cleansing, selecting and marking placement, and placing the forceps. Then she coached him through the piercing aspect verbally. The next step was for him to glove up, to handle the needle and to visualize the act of piercing my navel. He nearly backed out but our piercer persisted. He then pierced me. She had to help him finish coming through the underside as his hands were shaking. The curved barbell was placed and he screwed on the ball. Done!
Looking in the mirror at my new piercing was wonderful. I really like the way it looked. My husband, on the other hand, experienced a tremendous adrenalin rush. He hugged me and welcomed me to the world of the pierced. He was enthralled with the experience of piercing and me accepting a piercing. It was exciting to see the experience overtake him.
Having the piercings also has an added benefit. I love for my husband to find them. The look on his face when he finds my new treasures gives me such an adrenalin rush and is very exciting. He is always passionate and the treasures seem to enhance his passion. I have obtained several piercings in the months since that time but none is as special as that first by my husband's hands. Each one of my piercings represent a commitment to myself to love and nurture myself as I have other people. The routine of bathing and taking time to cleanse and maintain my piercings reinforces that I need to take time for my own needs. I love the way my body looks with my jewelry. I am well and I am beautiful.