For weeks I has been getting myself ready. I wanted a new piercing, the question was; what one? I really prefer to be able to cover up my modifications as much as possible, and show them off when I want. So when I decided on my vertical hood, I thought it was a very good choice.
At A Glance Author Kat Contact Kat@bme.anon When A month ago Artist Cory Studio Anatomic Adornments Location Vancouver Money was no object for me. My sister was a bit of a different story. She wanted to know the cost of her first piercing; a nipple ring. I told her that quality was worth all the money in the world, so we packed up, and off we went to my piercer the next week.
We went into the room together. She looked so nervous, but she tried to put on a brave face, and pulled her shirt over her head.
Cory examined her, for a bit while marking the spot where the jewelry would be placed. Then he asked my opinion. Yes, they were very straight markers.
She asked for a barbell with the smallest balls possible. She said she didn't want "Triple Nipple" syndrome like my other sister. She wanted to hide her piercing, just like me.
"Ready, sis?" I asked before the artist put the needle through her flesh. Yes, she was. She barely flinched. I was so proud of her. She hoped up from the table and stood in front of the mirror, hands on hips, looking at her nipple for a good five minutes.
My turn next.
I hopped up on the table, pant-less. Yup, just like the gyno, I told myself. I wasn't nervous at all. I wish now that I was a little nervous though, because then I would have prepped myself.
I figured that after so many modifications, this would be a cake walk. Wow, I was wrong.
First Cory inserted a little bar under my hood so as to catch the needle. It was a little uncomfortable, more of a pinching sensation than anything, but I figured, "I'm an adult. I can deal."
He prepared everything in front of me and informed me of all the procedures that would take place.
"No clamps?" I asked.
"No they are more difficult to work with, and they can damage such delicate tissue." he responded.
So there I lay, spread-eagle, one leg dropped to the side, drumming my hands on my stomach. I stared up at the lights, then looked at a painted-over screw in the wall. I wanted so much to have something above my head to read to distract myself.
"Ready Kat? Deep breath in, and......"
"Oooowww!" Was the only word to come out of my mouth. Nope, that vocabulary wouldn't do it justice. A string of swears came out of my mouth next as I shook in pain.
"It's okay! It's okay!" he tried to calm me down.
"Almost there." my sister piped in. "doin' great! Lamaze breathing!"
True, I was almost there. So I let the pain continue. I thought about stopping it all right then and there, but how could I come this far, and then quit?
"And now the jewelry. You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeh." I agreed half heartedly. "I don't feel too good."
I really didn't. I felt my entire body wash with fever, from my head to my toes. Nausea sat as a brick in my stomach. Then all at once it was gone.
Cory waited for me to recover. He offered me more Gatorade and fruit leather, but I was feeling better. No more shaking, no more heat. I only thinking then about how glad I was to be wearing a T-shirt because I was sweating.
The jewelry was truly not painful at all. It was a relief after what I had just experienced.
"You wanna see why it hurt so bad?" Cory asked.
"Yes." I turned my head to look at him.
There in his hand he held a 10 gauge needle up. "We needed to pierce with such a large gauge because it is such a small piece of flesh, any smaller and it would rip out of you."
"Oh." I said with a little surprise. "Thank you."
And all at once, it was over. I was putting back on my pants and leaving with a large hole in my wallet. I felt so bad for startling him so much that my tip was better than expected.
It healed so quickly, and with no bleeding after the new mod. I even went to work the next day with no irritation. I had minimal swelling too. Three days ago, I went back to get my bar downsized. I promised him I wouldn't be a jerk this time and clamp his arm in between my thighs. He laughed as he changed it, and took a few pics for his portfolio.
I couldn't imagine anyone else ever piercing my genitals but him. Thank God for good piercers!