My body-piercing journey started in 2002, in Lincoln, Nebraska. I had finally gotten up the guts to get my navel pierced, after a girlfriend dared me.
At A Glance Author baila-girl Contact baila-girl@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Andrea Studio the Hole Look Location Anchorage, AK Ever since then, I had been thinking long and hard about what to pierce next. I thought about my ears, but since I already have two conventional piercings in each ear, and since even my mother has her tragus, I felt compelled to go for something a little more interesting.
As is my way, I did much research. People can tell, just by looking at me, that I ask my questions first and make an informed decision. A quick search of the internet left me fascinated with genital piercings, and the Vertical Clit Hood in particular.
But did I have the guts? Could my blonde-haired, blue-eyed, all-American image handle such an extreme mod? I chickened out. Actually, I can't say that. I never actually contacted anybody about it, so, technically, there was nothing to chicken out of.
I have to admit, though, I did remain curious. Every time people found out about my navel piercing, they would ask me if I had "any others". Always, they'd get a sheepish "no" in reply.
Not anymore. On July 4th weekend, I decided that I really wanted to finally do it. I made a call or two and discovered that nobody in town was working. Denied. By July 31st, I was ready again. I made the calls, first to a studio whose piercer was out for the day, and then I called the Hole Look. I talked to the piercer, who sounded just as professional as the reputation which preceded her, and made the appointment for later that day. No more backing out.
I had never been more excited in my life. I was emotionally excited, physically excited... I didn't know what to do with myself. So I took a shower, shaved my pussy bare and grabbed a quick meal to keep myself from passing out. Then I jumped in the car for that fateful drive to the studio.
Upon arrival, Andrea (the piercer) was at the front counter, helping someone choose jewelry for an eyebrow piercing. I have to admit that I really enjoyed announcing that I was there to get my Clit Hood pierced. I felt so very powerful and sexy and more than slightly naughty. Especially since nearly everyone else in the waiting room was male, and most were pretty young.
And then I was told that I'd have to wait nearly an hour, because Andrea was running behind. No sweat. I sat in the waiting area, studying my aftercare handout. Of course, the handouts there are specific to each piercing, and color-coded. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the pale pink belonged to a girly piercing. I was excited.
Andrea finally called me back, and I was shocked at how easy it was for me to disrobe in front of a total stranger. I had anticipated trepidation, but before I knew it, my pants and undies cast aside. I sat in the doctor-style chair, which was complete with stirrups and a full-length mirror and boldly spread my legs. I had never really taken the opportunity to look at my vulva in the mirror. It was more beautiful than I had imagined, and it would soon be even more beautiful with a little bling!
Andrea got down to business, inspecting, measuring, marking, and then she whipped out that (sterilized, pre-packaged) needle and aimed it at my most sensitive parts. "Ready?". "Oh...yes...let's do it!" The point of the needle flashed, I felt a little pinch, Andrea's hands flitted around, and then stopped. Done and done. After the jewelry (a 12 gage captive barbell) was placed, I realized that the terrible pain I had expected never came, and also that it was just as pleasurable as I had hoped. And so gorgeous! I don't understand how people can find a piercing that looks so elegant so shocking.
Since then, as Andrea suggested, I've been using H2Ocean every time I use the restroom. I had very little bleeding, up until the evening of the third day, when the flood gates seemed to break loose for nearly an hour. It was really just some clots that were clearing out, but when blood is coming from that area unexpectedly, it's kind of unnerving. Everything's great, though. I seem to be healing just fine. No crusties and no bruises so far.
I haven't had a chance to really let the Vertical Clit Hood work its magic, yet. Andrea told me to wait for at least a week to let the healing get under way. Hopefully, by this weekend, I will be healed well enough for a quick tryst. With a condom, of course. I won't be ready for the body fluid exchange quite yet. But I'm really looking forward to that experience. I only hope it will be as fulfilling as the piercing itself was for me.
In the meantime, I have gotten unexpected pleasure, just from sitting at my desk at work, or climbing the stairs to my apartment. Now I have a little secret that the whole world doesn't know about. I'm so very aware of my beautiful genitals.
And I can't wait until the next person asks me "so...do you have any other piercings?" While I probably won't reveal my secret right then and there, it will be a nice little reminder of the day I finally did it. I'm already thinking about what my next one will be; perhaps a Princess Albertina?