For awhile now, I had been playing with the idea of getting some genital work done. For a week, I surfed through the spectrum of pictures found in the female genital gallery, trying to decide what would suit me best. At first, I thought a vertical hood would be proper as a first genital piercing, but then my eyes laid upon inner labia, and fell in love. I knew those would be perfect for me.
At A Glance Author Renee Contact Renee@bme.anon IAM xstainedred When It just happened Artist Ralph Studio Atomic Tattoos Location Largo, FL
Well, being the chickenwuss that I am, of course I waited about 4 months before I ever ventured over to the shop and got this done. I talked to some friends who had genital piercings, and they described how it felt. Gah. I wish I hadn't heard. Everyone had described it as their most painful piercing yadda yadda yadda, and needless to say, as I was sitting hearing their stories, my hand clutched my seat and my teeth bit my bottom lip hard. One word went through my head over and over again: OWWWWW. The idea of poking sharp objects through my poor little privates became dead. Well, until December rolled around...
I woke up on a Friday in December to discover that my septum had fallen out in my sleep. Frantically, I went to the bathroom, and tried to insert a cbr, but it was no use. The hole had healed up (to everyone's surprise), and I was septumless. Losing a piercing for me is almost like losing a limb. It's a part of me, a part of who I am. I started crying some (yeeaa, I'm a loser ;p) over the loss, which is what lead to my little trip to Ralph that evening.
My boyfriend came over, and consoled me a little, and suddenly a lightbulb had flashed over his head. "Why don't we go get pierced tonight? You know, as gifts for Christmas? I haven't been pierced before, so you can devirginize me, and I'll get you something nice while you wait to get your septum redone."
That sounded like a great plan to me, though I weeped like a little bitch when he told me he wanted his septum done that night. :P!!
We drove over to Atomic Tattoos in Largo to see Ralph, my regular piercer. We had called him in advance, to discuss what we were thinking of getting done, so he could set up while we drove over. Oliver told him he wanted a 14g cbb in his septum, so he could flip it up for work later on while it healed. And after carefully thinking of what I wanted, the labia idea popped into my mind. Ralph thought is was an awesome idea, and gave us a deal on our piercings (word!), and told us to come in anytime that day.
We finally arrived over to the shop, and walked in. Ralph greeted us as we came in, and immediatly got to work. We paid him in advance, went over aftercare, how the piercings would be done, and signed our paperwork. He finally had me pick out what rings I wanted. I did plan to stretch the holes after they had healed, so I went with 4 10g cbrs. He led us into the back where the piercing room was. I was shaking with anxiety.
Oliver went first, being the virgin to piercing and all, and partially because I was nervous as all hell. But, my time came eventually...
Ralph cleaned the table, and laid out a towel for me to lie on, and got my jewelry, needles, and tools out, while changing his gloves almost obsessive compulsivly. While doing this and while I was all nervous, his brother (his assistant) made small talk with me, and eventually everyone started laughing and talking. The enviroment felt much nicer after that, and I felt myself relax. Ralph then asked me to remove my pants, and lie down on the table. I slowly took them off, and tip toed to the table, somewhat nervous about having somebody besides myself and Oliver looking at my vagina. Ralph then positioned me where he could work down there best,cleaned and began to mark my labia. We had discussed placement earlier during all the paperwork, and finally came up with one that would make things down there most comfortable, and so the rings wouldn't get tangled up. He handed me a mirror, and asked if everything looked good, and I smiled happily and said yes. He picked up a pair of clamps, and his needle and said, "You ready?" I gulped, and nodded, lying back once more. I felt the clamp go around the first mark he made, and Ralph kept asking if I was ok. I didn't feel a thing. My labia weren't really that sensitive or prone to pain in the past. The clamps were nothing. He then told me to take 3 deep breaths.
1....2.....3.....
I spoke waaayyyy too soon on the pain factor. Suddenly, my labia came to life, and I bit my lip. It felt like a crab had pinched the shit out of my crotch with it's claw. Oliver than held my hand, and Ralph gave me a mirror to look at my piercing. I loved it, and suddenly pain didn't matter anymore. He asked if I wanted to take a break, and I shook my head no, very eager to go ahead and get the rest of my wonderful rings in.
The next one wasn't too bad. A little pinch, and it was over. Then Ralph went to the top 2, and began. Oh my god, those hurt the worse. (I assure the reader that I'm not trying to scare you out of this. Pain varies from person to person. But for me, the top two were hell.) I think I must've sprained Oliver's hand by the end of it all from squeezing it so hard. Ralph then cleaned up more of the blood that had formed, and gave me a mirror. I could only think, "Wow..." and everybody agreed they were beautiful. I let Ralph take a picture for his portfolio, and finally got up.
Well, getting up was a fun task. I wobbled as a walked to my pants in Oliver's arms, jingling as I went. I put them on, and tried to put on my shoes, with no success. We were all laughing as Oliver put them on, and helped me up. The rings were forgein feeling at first, but then felt wonderful. We recieved aftercare again, some sea salt for soaking, planned our next visit, and bid farewell. Oliver and I walked out of the piercing room, into the shop, and I wobbled about jingling, and everyone started laughing and applauding, and I recieved hand shakes. I had turned red from laughter once we left the shop.
The drive home was interesting as well. I got into the car, and went to sit in the driver's seat and AHHHHHHH!!!! Painpainpainpain!!!! I had to re-position myself about 10 different times before I could put my seatbelt on. I suggest that you bring a cushion or something if you're driving! I only made it a few blocks down Ulmerton before pulling over and making Oliver drive. Every little bump we went over on that road was agony! The ride home consisted of a lot of laughter, and me going, "Ow." every minute or so.
When I got home, I felt really sore, popped some IB Profen (sp), soaked my labia in a sea salt solution, and went to bed. I'm now awake this morning, and they feel a ton better, though a little bloody. But, I'm very very happy and in love with them. It's going to be interesting having to explain the jingling and wobbling I'm doing to the members of my household this evening. ;) I'm very happy that Oliver took me last night. This was the best x-mas gift ever. I can't wait to get more genital piercings. :D