The piercing bug caught me at a young age. When I was 5 all I wanted more than anything were second holes in my ears. That progressed to third and fourth ones by age 12 and by the time I was 17 I had 5 earrings in each ear with 2 sets of them stretched, a labret, and 2 tongue rings with one of them stretched. I was satisfied with this for only a short time because being an addict you can only be clean for so long. I made the decision to have something else done but I didn't know what it was yet.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A year ago I love being pierced, it's a great feeling. The thrill that I get from the needle has not yet been matched by anything I've encountered in my life. Each time I have something new done I feel like I've developed another faucet to my personality. When you live in a little city like I do anything you do that makes you somewhat different is noticed right away and being me, with the hair and piercings, I was already pretty noticeable. I wasn't going to let that stop me though, I thrived on the thrill of adding new things to my body and the possibility of adding more had me excited.
After a bit of contemplation and weighing the pros and cons of all of the things I was considering I decided to have my nipples pierced. Normally I would have gone for something more noticable that I could proudly show my friends, but something about having a hidden piercing made me feel sneaky. Also, the pros that I'd heard about nipple rings made me all the more interested.
On a nice, bright day I went into a local piercing shop with my best friend and told the piercer what I wanted done. We talked about breast-feeding and the long term problems that come with this addition and after I made it clear I understood and accepted all of this, the response was no problem, come on back, so back I went. Off came my shirt and then it was time. A little bit of small talk led to the introduction of the equipment that was going to penetrate my body. My right nipple was clamped and then a needle was put through. I was shocked that it didn't hurt as much as I had thought, in fact I'm positive the clamp was more painful than the actual penetration. Immediately I heard an "uh oh" and found out that the piercing was crooked. "No worries, let's just leave it," I said, but the piercer convinced me to do it again. So into my nipple a needle went again, this time it hurt and I yelped. Twice in one nipple in 5 minutes! Give me some credit! This time I could feel t he needle as it pushed everything inside of me out and the pain was almost unbearable.
As the piercer placed the ring into the hole the actual exit was lost. It needed to be re-pierced for a third time! I refused to have it done saying nothing was worth purposely going through that amount of pain again. My friend tried to persuade me and told me to think of the benefits after (this coming from a person with only a navel and tongue ring), but I still wouldn't budge. All I wanted to do was get my butt out of the chair and go home to nurse my wounds, and I didn't even want to think of the torture and permanent damage I was subjecting my poor nipple to. It took many promises and bribes until I gave in and gave the go ahead to have it attempted again, then, for the third time in 10 minutes in one nipple, steel was jabbed into my body. This time it thankfully went off without a hitch.
One week later (I needed to recover from the trauma of the first incident) I was back again in the same chair in the same shop with the same piercer(talk about loyalty!) to have my left nipple done. I was a little shaky and fearful that my latest adventure was going to be the same if not worse than the last but, luckily, this time there were no problems, everything was straight and no holes were lost. One year later I am the proud bearer of two lovely nipples that have their own jewels. There is no scarring and they healed quite quickly I have the occasional tug or catch that makes me pull away in pain. The sensitivity has increased drastically in both nipples though in my right one it's not always a good thing to be so sensitive. I'm extremely happy with them and glad I went through withe my decision but I will never forget the pain I went through, it just makes me love them that much more.