So...about a month ago, im waltzing along the streets of new york [st. marks if your familiar] looking for some captive bead rings for my nostril, when a man from the shop asks me what piercing I want. At the time, I didnt want anything, or so I thought. I told him no thanks, and continued on my hunt. As I kept walking a thought popped into my head...clit [vertical hood acctually] ...I turn around and tell the guy I have a proposal. Considering I'm not 18, and certainly wouldnt have parental consent, I thought the guy would instantly deny my idea. When I told him what I had in mind, a creepy grin spread across his face, and he summoned me back to a small room. The room was adorned with posters of women with pierced tounges and labias, positioned to give men boners...and me second thoughts. I thought of how unfortunent it is that body modifications were being depicted in such a light. The room was questionable...the piercer was questionable...frankly, the whole situation was just kinda shady, but I'm exceedingly impulsive...so I cleared all of these thoughts from my mind. I knew what I wanted
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A month ago Uneasily I sat down in a nasty old chair. "Take your pants off" he directed...sheepishly, I pulled down my pants and undies. Despite my certainty only minutes ago, at this point my heart was pounding and all I could think was "I can't beleive I'm doing this."
He took out some sort of solution and cleaned every fold of skin meticulously. Then he says [I kid you not]"you have a beautiful pussy." In retrospect, this was the point I should have left...but I was just too excited. Instead, I told him that the comment was extremely unprofessional, and I would leave if i heard another comment like it. He apologized...I knew he needed the money to run his dirty little shop.
I scrutinized his every move, trying to ensure all the equipment was from a new pack, or out of the autoclave. Everything seemed alright [to my untrained eye, mind you] I watched him as he pulled the clamp out of those little autoclave bag things. He poked around down there for a little while, lining things up, and marking me up with a little marker thing. Then, suddenly, he put the clamp on...aljfldjaf, fuck, that didn't feel good. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what was about to happen.
One..Two..Three...I squeeled in agony as the needle was pushed through. "Is that it, is it over?" I squeeked. "just need to put the jewelry in" he said, a look of concentration on his face. In went the 14g curved barbell...God damn that hurt. But, it was all over now. I pulled on my garments as quickly as possible. I didnt appreciate the "rapist-like" undertone of the entire situation. I scampered out quickly, only to see about 3 people staring at me. They all chuckled at the bizarre bird-like noises I had made. I went along with it, it was kind of funny I guess. I gave the creeper $35 for the whole shabang. I told him it was all I had...He was angry, but, he should have been more professional and established a price with me in the first place. He told me to clean it with bactine, and to not touch it with dirty hands.
As soon as I stepped foot outside the shop, I picked up my phone and called my best friend back in Michigan. She was in shock, but knows I'm impulsive and love any sort of body mod, so wasnt overly alarmed. I reiterated the whole expirience to her, and she was upset with me for putting myself in such a potentially bad situation, especially alone. I understood, but I had made it out, feeling as unviolated one can feel after having their genitals pierced. I decided I would wait till I got back to Michigan to tell my boyfriend...who had no idea the thought had ever crossed my mind. He's not into mods really, but seems to like all of my piercings [nostril, smiley, 00g lobes, and inverse navel]
I couldnt even feel it as I walked back to my hotel. It didn't hurt a bit. My blood sugar felt low, so I stopped and got a veggie dog and a smoothie. I continued on my journey to the hotel, where my unknowing mother and father waited. I didn't plan on telling them, but for some reason, in my giddiness, I pulled my mother aside and told her. She was aghast and cried "Samantha!!" in that motherly tone. She said "You're insane, absolutley insane." Then added "Do not tell your father!"
I had two days left in New York, so I grabbed some bactine, and cleaned it almost everytime I used the restroom. In the days just after the piercing, it hurt pretty bad, and was quite sore. I noticed it had turned a dark, almost purple color. This freaked me out, so I went back to the studio to ask about it. The guy said it was normal...but of course he would.
When I got home, the strange coloration had left, but it was just a tad puffy. Next on the agenda was to show and tell my boyfriend. I went over to his house, and we both took a seat on the couch. I had a told him I had a surprise and I would see the anticipation eating away at him. So, I bit the bullet, and blurted out "I got my clit pierced!" Him and I laughed for about 10 minutes before he said "well, can I see it?" So, I dropped trou, and he inspected the damage. He surprisingly liked it, but refused to touch it until it was healed.
Luckily, considering how sketchy the whole thing was, everything healed fine, and I love it! It's worth the pain. I think it looks lovely, a cute little adornment for me and my boyfriend to enjoy. I recommend this piercing, just don't be as dumb as me and check out the piercer and the shop prior!