I had already had my nipples pierced once before. Unfortunately it was an utter hack job. They were pierced at different depths nowhere near the base of the nipple and with too small a diameter of a ring. They migrated out and I decided it was time to take things into my own hands, er.. rather the hands of someone more competent than the piercer who did them for me the first time. After all, I felt pretty naked without any metal in my shirt.
At A Glance Author Darcy Contact Darcy@bme.anon IAM badlittlemonkie When Three months ago Artist Dave Studio Mos Eisley's Location Grand Rapids, MI
I drove the hour and a half to my new piercer, but he was dealing with "personal things" so he couldn't pierce me right away. I felt uncomfortable impinging on him like that and also didn't want to wait so I knew that it was time to go with the advice of my friends. " If you don't mind paying extra, go to Mos Eisley's." They have a really good reputation for doing fantastic work and I've never seen anything bad come out of their shop. I felt like my piercings would stand a much better chance of survival if I got them done there. They use Industrial Strength jewelry, had more experience, more impressive portfolios, the whole nine yards. I didn't know how to get there though so I had to go pick up some tag-a-long friends for the sake of directions.
After a quickie trip for tacos we drove to Mos Eisley's. I'd never been there before and was surprised by how small the counter area of the shop is. My friends waited for me outside while I went in and got down to business. I knew it was Dave at the counter by default because I already knew who the other piercer, Aric was. I told him I needed to get my nipples repierced with barbells and related the sad migration story. He excused himself and hopped to the back to set up for me. Not the smartest idea seeing as how I was left alone up front with nothing to do except press my face against the glass and make faces. Five or six faces later Dave came back to get me.
I followed him back into his room and he showed me around and was making small talk to help keep me calm. I asked if I should take off my shirt and bra then, and he replied with, "you can leave on whatever you like as long as I still have room to pierce," and turned around and watched the TV feed of the lobby area while I whipped off my shirt and bra. I let him know I was ready and he turned around and started pulling on gloves.
So there I was sitting on the table realizing I hadn't even told him that I wanted my nipples pierced diagonally. Dave cleaned my nipples off and was marking me up with gentian violet and toothpicks while we were joking about how much easier it would be to line things up if I had fake breasts because they'd actually be on straight. What can I say; something about the guy really puts you at ease. The dots were finally absolutely perfect and I lay back for the next part of the procedure.
Dave with clamps in hand and freshly re-gloved, answered a few last minute nipple questions (What IS that bump? Irritated tissue from my old jewelry was the consensus. Well, in that case is it going to go away? Probably.) and put the clamp on my right nipple, told me to take deep breaths and pierced on a random exhale. It was a fairly intense sensation. It was not exactly painful, not exactly erotic, somewhere between the two. In one hell of a slick movement he followed the needle with the barbell and screwed the ball on.
I definitely needed a breather before I could get the other side done, my stomach was flip-flopping and I was just a touch lightheaded. A short conversation later I was definitely giving the green light to get this business finished!
New gloves, but that's one of the few things that changed. Same bat piercing, same bat area. I was expecting it to be much more intense because last time I had gotten my nipples pierced the second one was so much more excruciating but for some reason it was just about the same. It must have been the break I had inbetween piercings.
At any rate there I was with my no longer naked feeling breasts feeling absolutely elated! Not to mention how excited I was that I took it like a champ. Not even a ow-related peep out of me the whole time. Dave was courteous enough to turn back around while I put my clothes on and we headed back out to the lobby so I could pay him. One hundred dollars well spent! I gave him a tip and a big thank you and ran out to my friends to tell them all about it on our way to get chocolate shakes because I was a little jittery.