For a while now, I've had a particular project in mind for my inner labia. I wanted to do a set of three piercings on each side, and then do a chastity sort of thing, with just 3 rings in the 6 holes. I planned on getting them done two at a time, and setting up the appointment for my first pair was a bit nerve-wracking. I'd had my hood pierced for almost two months (got it done in May of 2001), and it healed well with no problems, so I figured my labia wouldn't be much different. Except I got my hood done at 14g and my labia were to be done with 10g rings, which turned out to be quite a difference. Anyway, my first set of labia piercings was done on July 12th, 2001. And what an adventure it was.
At A Glance Author starla79 Contact starla79@bme.anon IAM starla79 When Six months ago Artist Monte Studio Body Mods Location Omaha, Nebraska I got to Body Mods, and talked with Scott the hot tattoo guy while I waited for Monte. I hadn't seen the new shop yet, so Scott gave me a mini-tour. The new shop is very nice. We flipped through portfolios and yapped until Monte got there. He had some preliminaries to do, so I bounced around anxiously until he was ready to start. I wanted my piercings done at 12g or 10g initially, but the rings he had in 10g didn't match -- the ball on one was way larger than the other. So I settled on 12g and Monte got my consent sheet ready -- the usual one you have to fill out each time you get poked. When he was filling it out, he wrote 'outer labia' on it instead of 'inner labia,' so I pointed out the error. He replied with, "Oh, well I have rings that will work then." He had two smaller diameter 10g rings that matched, so I decided on 10g. Whew.
I sat in the chair while Monte got everything together and we yapped for a while... I get really nervous when I'm getting pierced, and we talked a lot about the upcoming ModCon. Eventually I had to ditch the panties and spread 'em, which I don't think I'll ever get used to. I think I was more uncomfortable at my last gyno exam, though. It was kind of warmish in there (and I was nervous) so it was a bit uncomfortable for me to sit there. He poked around a bit, and I told him what I had in mind for my inner labia project. It turns out I have kind of funny-shaped inner labia (they're a bit lopsided), so we figured that my original idea of doing three on each side wouldn't work very well, and placed my first pair so that I could fit two on each side. I decided to have the top set done first, and I liked the placement, so we were ready to go.
Do you know how big a 10g needle is? PRETTY DAMN BIG. I don't like needles at all. I have issues with them. I don't like anything that enters my body. Once it's in, I'm fine, but the actual penetration part really freaks me out for some reason. I can't stand to watch a needle entering my body, and I've been pierced a dozen times. When I saw that 10g needle, and realized it was going to be going through a very sensitive part of my anatomy, it was like 'holy crap!' Almost chickened out right there.
So, Monte finally clamped me and then I *really* started to get nervous. I tried to stay calm and breathe and all that, but it isn't easy to focus when you know one of your most sensitive areas is about to be stabbed with a huge needle. I started doing my deep breathing (in through the nose, out through the mouth), and Monte stabbed me on the breathe in instead of the breathe out. I said "OW!" and I meant it that time. PAIN. Exquisite pain, unlike anything I've ever experienced. Oh my God. I've had some painful piercings, but I'd never felt like crying until then. I had to remember to breathe in and out, and my heart was jumping out of my chest. Monte got the ring in, and we prepared for round two. I almost chickened out. I was *this close* to saying "Okay, I've had enough, we'll do the other one some other time," but I shut my mouth and let him move on to the other one because I knew that if I chickened out now, I'd never get it done.
My heart was pounding like crazy. I had my hands folded across my chest, and I thought I could actually catch my heart as it jumped out of my chest. Monte clamped the other side, and got ready to stab me again. I'm lucky I'm so stoic (or hardheaded). A lesser woman would have chickened out right there and told him not to do it. But I was determined to get it done. This time he actually pierced me as I was breathing out, but son of a BITCH it hurt. It hurt worse than the first one, and my "OW!" was decidedly louder and more indignant (and followed by a bit of a whimper).
Monte finally got the ring in and I was done. I should give him credit, he's a quick piercer, but at that point, any amount of time was far too long. My nether regions were on fire. I got up, pulled my panties on (pantyliner inserted, of course, I knew from my hood piercing that I'd bleed some), and headed out. The whole thing was $80, I paid Monte $90. He deserved it. I said my goodbyes, and left, walking slightly gingerly.
The drive back home was pure agony. I was in all sorts of pain. My hood piercing didn't hurt even a fourth as much as this one did. With my hood piercing, it was a sharp pain, then a mildly dull ache afterward. This was a constant sort of sharpish, burning pain, and boy was I feeling it. I tend to find pain sort of erotic, but this was getting to be a bit too much. I wanted nothing more than to stick a big ice pack in my crotch and forget I had two new 10g rings in it. I finally got home and made my way upstairs. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I have a high tolerance for pain, but dammit, I wanted to sit down and have a good cry, it hurt so much.
I took some tylenol, which was the first time I'd ever taken a painkiller for a piercing. And I sat down and started writing up the experience. Suddenly, it hit me that I should probably check on it and make sure i wasn't bleeding too much, and I'm glad I did. I bled like a frickin stuck pig. My pantyliner was fairly well soaked, and I got blood on my panties. My hood bled more than any of my other piercings when I got it done, but not anywhere near this much. I put a heavier pad on (one of those designed for 'heavy' days) and went back to typing.
The pain diminished some, but it took a while for it to go down to a dull roar. I went to bed eventually, after changing my pad again. The stupid thing was still bleeding, but I figured it was more or less done, and that once I went to bed, it'd stop. Boy was I wrong. I woke up at about 3am to the curious sensation that my hand was wet. Something wasn't right. I pulled the sheets back and looked, and my lower abdomen was covered with blood. Shit. I had worn a thick pad to bed, and it was completely soaked through, as were my underwear, the little shorts i wore to bed, and my sheets. Amazingly, the sheets underneath me had very little blood on them -- it was like all the blood had worked it's way upwards, soaking my clothes and the sheet on top of them. I thought I was going to die. I've never seen myself bleed so much.
I worked my way to the bathroom and pulled my shorts down, streaking my legs with blood. Ewwww. Cleaning up was not going to be a fun chore. I sat down on the toilet and watched blood drip into it. Shit, I was *still* bleeding. I started to freak out and tried to call my boyfriend, but he had turned his phone off. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and plunked myself in the shower. I wadded up a bunch of the paper towels and stuck them in my crotch, putting a lot of pressure on my poor tender piercings. It hurt, but I knew it'd stop the bleeding. My greatest fear at that point was passing out and having my unmodded, pure, innocent roommates walk into the bathroom and find me unconscious in the shower, covered in blood -- that's why I wanted my boyfriend there, so at least if I did keel over, he could do something about it. I also set about trying to clean myself up. A little blood goes a long way, and my lower body was pretty well smeared with it.
Once I was satisfied that my piercings had stopped bleeding, I tried to finish cleaning myself up. I had a massive blood clot on my piercings, and I tried to remove as much of it as I could without starting to bleed again. Seriously, this blood clot was like, over 2" long, and it was *gross*. I finished cleaning myself up, rinsed down the shower, cleaned up the blood from the bathroom floor, and set about trying to get the blood out of my clothes and sheets. More grossness. My underwear was so soaked with blood I could squeeze it and watch it drip out. I made feeble efforts to scrub my sheets, or at least pre-treat them enough so that the blood would wash out. Nothing makes the parents wonder quite like sheets with bloodstains on them.
An hour after my ordeal started, I figured it was safe for me to go back to bed (sans sheets). I had never, ever seen that much blood come out of my body. I didn't feel very good about it either. I knew that my new piercings would bleed more than average, but I had no idea they'd bleed this much. I tried to get a few hours of sleep before I had to be up for work in the morning, and fortunately when I got up, I had only bled a little more. After all that, I only bled a little more over the next day or so.
I didn't do much for aftercare. Salt-water soaks a few times a day, and a little bit of cetaphil in the shower. After a week or so, I didn't do anything but clean the piercings a bit in the shower. My inner labia piercings healed quite nicely, I'm happy to say. They were decidedly tender for about the first week, and it was hard to get them situated in my jeans just right so they weren't being accidentally twisted or tweaked when I sat down. I knew they were healed when they didn't hurt when they got twisted a bit. That took about two weeks, and I made sure they were well healed before I let anyone else near them.
Aside from the excessive bleeding, healing these piercings was pretty uneventful. And in all reality, I didn't bleed that much. A little bit of blood goes a long way, and I probably bled less than I do when I get my period (albeit this was all in one shot). I never felt faint from the blood loss (although looking at blood certainly made me nauseaous). I've donated blood before, which is a whole pint at a time, and that has never made me feel faint, so I knew I hadn't lost enough blood to really worry about it. I did drink a lot of water and take some iron supplements for the next few days though.
Getting my hood and my nipples pierced was nothing compared to this. If you want to get your labia pierced twice at 10g, keep in mind that it's probably going to hurt, and it's probably going to bleed, too (none of my other piercings bled more than a little bit, so it's not like I'm a bleeder). I won't be getting my second pair done the same way -- I'm considering getting them done at 14g and stretching up to 10g immediately, which would hopefully put enough pressure on the piercing to stop any excessive blood loss. And I might get them done one at a time, so if they do bleed a lot, at least it'll only be one piercing bleeding. I'll post an experience when I get those done as well. If anyone has any questions, you can reach me on my IAM page and I'll try to answer them. Thanks. :)