At A Glance
Author	Shep
When	A year ago
Studio	Kirkland Tattoo Parlor
Location	Washington

My infatuation with nipple piercing all started the day my sister's boyfriend, who will be known as Mike, came home with one of his nipples pierced. I was totally intrigued by the sight of it. Mike said that the pain was pretty intense but tolerable. This was about a year and a half ago. For six months I contemplated the idea of getting mine done. For the first four months or so I only partly wanted it to be done, but oh man, the last two months, I wanted it bad. I just could not think of a good way to bring it up to my parents. My parents are both southern and think piercing are only for punks. But I waited until the time was just right, when they were both pretty trashed. My mom did not seem to mind one bit, hell, she said she'd even pay for it. But, my dad on the other hand, despite his drunken state, was stubborn in his ways and completely refused, fuck. I let the subject go for a month or so, only bringing it up to my mom, to try and get her to convince him to let me. But, despite all my prevail she told me I was on my own on this one. So I waited until Friday night, when my dad and his buddy, Bob, came were good and drunk. My sister and I brought it up and he actually seemed a lot cooler about it this time then the time before. I guess he had had his share of Wild Turkey, and then some. Finally, after about 10 minutes of pondering, he gave in. I was so stoked.
The next day I called Kirkland Tattoo Parlor, the lady said that they did not have any openings for another week or so, which was cool because that was around my birthday, but sucked because I had to wait another week! But what's another week when I had already waited two months. When I was in school I could not concentrate, I just sat at my desk and day dreamed about having two shiny rings through my nipples. Finally, the day came; I was quite tired because of the loss of sleep the night prior. My appointment was for 1:30, at about 12 o'clock I could not wait any longer, even though Kirkland was only a short 20 minutes from my house, we had to go now, and the anticipation was killer. So we got to Kirkland around 12:45 or so, another 45 minutes to burn, so my friend Billy, my mom and I, went and got something to eat. Alright! Time to get back to the parlor, we got there at about 12:15 and sat down in the waiting room, I was so nervous that my legs began to shake.
Finally, after what seemed to be an hour, it was 1:30 and the piercer came out from the room, and asked if my name was, lets say Frank, I could not speak all I could do was nod my head. She said that she was ready and to follow her into the back room, my mom was weak and said she could not watch, but Billy was not going to miss a second. We got to the back room and she told me to take off my shirt. Man, my heart was pounding; she made me stand still while she made the marks for the needle. She then told me to sit down, she rubbed my nipples to get them hard so they would be easier to clamp. No luck, I was to nervous, so she went and got a cotton swab wet with cold water and rubbed them, that did the trick. I lay down on the bench, it reminded me much of like the one at the dentist office, which was not good, because I hate the dentist. She told me the procedure, the equipment that she was using and the aftercare information, I did not get one word out of what she was saying, I was to damn nervous. She said she was going to do my right nipple first, so she scooted to my side in her chair, and clamped my nipple, ouch. That really stung. The moment of truth, she told me to take a deep breath in and then exhale, I did, and on the exhale, pop, Owww, the needle was through, and a little plastic sheath was sticking out either sides of my nipple, oh man, that hurt. The pain was much more then I had anticipated, and it spread over my whole chest. She threaded the ring through, pulled the sheath out, and clamped it closed with the ball at the end I had to take a breather, I did not think I could stand getting my other one done anytime soon, but I stood up and calmed myself down. I lay back down and told her I was ready for number two. Once again, the clamp, sharp pain, she told me to take another deep breath, I was so shaky, okay, exhale, pop, the needle was through, this one hurt about the same as the first, but I knew what pain was coming so I could p repare myself more. I looked down and saw the sheath through my nipple , not a very good sight. She fed the ring through, pulled out the sheath clamp. But band-aids over them because they were slightly bleeding. Billy was speechless. I walked out into the waiting room shirt-less for all to see. My mom's mouth dropped she was shocked that I now had my nipples pierced! My mom wrote the check and we left, I had my shirt on by now, because it was very cold out. We walked to the car, and I felt untouchable.
We got home and I showed my dad, he did not really like them, but could not say anything, because he agreed to let me get them done. I washed them that night, which hurt really bad. But eventually over the next week or so, the pain while cleaning them twice a day went away. Until one day at school my friend gave me a nipple twister, which hurt nearly as bad as when I got them pierced. It began to bleed slightly. My friend felt pretty bad because he was unaware that I had them done. He apologized and it was over. I did not really care. I have heard that a lot of people's piercing get rejected and are forced out, but mine had no such problem, and today I have two horseshoe rings. As an added bonus the girls really love them! And always want to see them. But I am not complaining. After getting them pierced the feeling in them has risen a lot. Just getting them rubbed is heavenly. So if you are contemplating about getting this done, I highly suggest it. Tolerable pain for some bad ass rings! Thanks