All right, so roughly two weeks after getting my navel done, I decided to get my tongue and vertical hood pierced on the same day. As usual, I made this decision about, oh, two seconds before arriving at the piercing studio. My navel had been incredibly uneventful; I had no problems from it and lots of viewing pleasure. My roommate had had her tongue pierced a week before my piercing, so I felt pretty confident about what I was going to go through. After a brief showering (I'm not THAT inconsiderate) and shave, we depart. The car ride to the studio consisted of me telling the roomie and myself that I was only going to get the tongue done. Riiight.
At A Glance Author SuddenSway Contact SuddenSway@bme.anon IAM SuddenSway When Three months ago Artist John Studio VooDoo Needle Location Auburn, AL Anyways, we arrive at VooDoo Needle, smoke, and enter. An incredibly nice guy named John, who I later get know, inquires as to the reason for our visit. The ever-amusing roomie answers for me, supplying "She wants metal in her tongue and pussy." I quickly correct with "a vertical hood piercing" and I can see John's raised eyebrow turn into a gleam in his eye. So, paper work follows, then selection of jewelry, which John asks my input on the size of the barbell and balls for the hood (I have no idea, which makes me feel dumb). I say I trust your judgment.
We go outside to smoke, and I am definitely feeling the nerves at this point. John makes entertaining conversation that I cannot remember in the slightest. Cigarette done, I fight the urge to chain smoke or flee and we return inside.
Upon entering Nathan, the owner of the shop, asks what I am in for and John replies for me: "North and South". This earns me an interesting look from all present. As we enter the piercing room I make the request that we do the hood first so I don't have a chance to (ahem) pussy out. John very carefully sets everything up, again making with the banter, and once up on the bed, I begin to relax. Finally, he says "and now the fun begins". I shimmy out of my knickers and am briefly at a loss as to what to do with them, finally throwing them in my purse. I sit back up on the table, and ask the roomie to sit behind me, Lamaze style. This position turn out to work very well throughout the process, as I have my head on her lap, and can look up at her to avoid turning crimson at the sight of a piercer between my legs. If you are going with a friend and want them to be in the room with you, I highly recommend trying that stance.
John asks if I am allergic to shellfish. I am not. He cleans me and informs me that for the sake of alignment, it helps for me to be as turned on as possible. A snort of disbelief escapes me before I can control it. A brief exchange about threesomes, oral sex and bearded clams between he, the roomie and I helps to pass the time as he marks me, after stating that he is not indeed going to pierce me with his toothpick.
Let me tell you, the receiving tube is not fun. At all. John tells me he is going to switch down to a smaller size, but the smaller size is metal and didn't really fell any better. At this point I am very uncomfortable, but having read plenty of experiences on BME, know what is going on and am able to sit still so he can do it.
The time comes and he asks me to take deep breaths. After the first two he asks for two more, so I think I unconsciously braced on the second. When he does pierce me, there is white-hot pain for a split second, and I am not going to lie I howled. Nathan, who is doing a tattoo in the room next to us, echoes my ululation right back, but I just laugh because I am so relieved. John fiddles with the jewelry for a while, which makes me nervous but did not hurt. I ask what is up and he states that he is worried about it. This is not what I want to hear, but he replies that he is a perfectionist, and "You're not ruined". I bleed for a little, and he holds Q-Tips on me to absorb it for a few minutes.
He finally lets me sit up, and I whip my skirt over my legs so fast he laughs at me. What can I say, I'm modest. He sends the roomie out of the room for Sprite, and gets me to get back on the bed Indian style so he can show it to me. Sure enough, it is shallower than I imagined. He tells me he marked me much further up but apparently when he was piercing me I bucked. I pout, but he tells me to go home and test-drive it. Surprisingly pain free, I re-don my knickers and we return to the lung blackening before commencing my tongue ring.
It has been about three weeks since my piercing, and I can definitely attest to its charm. I was not an easy girl to get-off before, and though I am not sure about other people's performance, I am very impressed with my own improved orgasms. They are much quicker and fiercer now. As for aftercare, I clean it with a Q-Tip and saline twice a day, and LITHA. The only pain I ever had from it was the day after, although I treated it with care. It is still shallow, although I think switching to a smaller barbell will help. If not, John has informed me he will re-do it for free. *****Update: It's now about three months since I have had it done, and have zero problems, most of the time even forget it is there.*****