I love getting piercings for many reasons. First and foremost, I am a masochist; this is part of my personality that I accept and am experimenting with every day. Getting a piercing allows me to experience pain in a very positive way – i.e. having something to show for it, connecting with other people who also enjoy piercing, and also plotting my discoveries of myself on my own body. Each piercing represents another stage in my life and another part of me that was just screaming to come out. My vertical hood piercing is my next step to my modified body.
At A Glance Author trillianphoenix Contact trillianphoenix@bme.anon When A month ago Artist can't remember! Studio Sachs Piercing Parlor Location Albuquerque, NM When we first walked into Sachs Piercing Parlor, it was to talk to the piercers about my friend getting her nipples pierced. While lounging around and looking at the various examples of piercings, I remarked that I had thought casually about getting my hood pierced. The piercer who was helping us said he had dated a couple girls with their hoods pierced and they loved it. My friends were surprised that I would consider it, but immediately told me I had to get this piercing. I was surprised myself with how comfortable I was with the idea. After my inner labia piercing last February I though I was done with genital piercings. However, as I read about a vertical hood piercing on BME and thought about it, the more I decided it was a fitting twentieth birthday present to myself.
My two friends and I decided to all get our hoods pierced on the second, which gave me about a week to think about it. I do not recommend giving yourself only a week to make such a decision; having said that, I had been thinking about getting my hood done on and off since I got my inner labia pierced. However, the opportunity was there, not to mention a chance to go in with some of my good friends and get needles shoved in our naughty bits for fun – my idea of a perfect Friday night!
The day of the piercing I slept in a little late, showered and tidied up "the area," had a big lunch and dinner, and then headed off to the shop. I was a bit late because parking was impossible, but got there in time to see my two friends talking nervously. My best friend also came with her boyfriend in tow, and my friends had brought their gay guy friend who has never seen a vagina before. The atmosphere was friendly and relaxed, and having so many supporting people around definitely put me at ease. I much prefer making an event out of a piercing rather than going alone; it gave it the air of something special – which it was!
I filled out my form, paid the $68 for the work and the 14g curved barbell, and then tacked on another $10 in advance for the tip – it's the good thing to do. My friends looked at me, then at each other, then asked me in a small voice who was going to go first. I took a deep breath, and volunteered. I was sweating like a pig at that point, but I was so excited about it that my nervousness was barely registering. We went over the basics of the piercing, and since I'd had a genital piercing before I was pretty familiar with all of it. My friends (one of whom decided not to get the piercing after seeing it done) were way more nervous that I was. They took one look at the table (cleaned, with a clean paper-sheet-thing on it like a doctor's office and the tray of instruments still in their packages) and asked me if I was going to actually do this. I just laughed – of course!
After some small talk, laughing about us girls comparing our genitals and my friends hugging me and telling me how brave I was, we were ready to go. I had worn a skirt, which my piercer noticed and praised me for – easy access. I took off my shoes, tossed my underwear on them, hiked my skirt up around my waist and climbed on the table. He cleaned my hood with iodine (which felt really weird), then clamped it. The clamp wasn't painful at all; just pressure. It felt very odd to have that cold metal against my clit. Then he told me to take a deep breath in, and I knew it was coming. The million thoughts that always go through my head right before the needle hits went though my mind – I can't do this, am I really going to do this, but then finally – bring it on! I pushed my breath out like I was giving birth; the moment I felt the needle go through, there was only thought in my head - oh shit! It felt like the mother of all pinches, like he was twisting my hood with th e clamp. Then he screwed on my balls (huh huh) and I was done. My friends were looking at me like I was a goddess – considering I hadn't made a sound the whole time, I think that was pretty warranted. I quickly went out into the waiting room, grabbed my best friend and we went into the bathroom to admire my new hole.
It's been about three weeks, and it's doing great! I went back to get the barbell changed and my piercer told me he was amazed it was doing so well. My inner labia also healed incredibly rapidly, which was wonderful. In fact, after the initial pain of the piercing, I barely noticed that it was there! Unless I crossed my legs or stood up too quickly the first couple of days – that was a bad idea. All in all, I love my genital piercings. I love walking down the street, knowing that I have a secret that no one could guess. Even my friends are surprised when I they learn that I have two genital piercings! Secondly, before my genital piercings, I didn't really know that much about my cunt or what it looked like. Taking care of these piercings – washing them, adjusting if they twist, or just looking at them has taught me so much about my own body. I highly recommend a VHP to any woman who is interested in making herself happy and giving herself a boost!