It's very rare you find something a bit special, something nobody else has. So when I stumbled across a picture of a sexy tanned lady bent over, pulling her ass cheeks apart with manicured hands to reveal two sparkly balls, I fell in love instantly.
At A Glance Author TasteMyFknMetal Contact TasteMyFknMetal@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Paul Studio Pro Body Piercing Location Bradford, West Yorkshire, UK
Paul, my piercer, had never pierced a fourchette before, so this was an important experience for the both of us.
I started my day the same way I do for every genital piercing: A hot bath, close shave, and some decent music. I picked out my best underwear, matching of course since Paul believes beautiful women should be beautifully dressed.
My friend Andrew picked me up around 11 as I've learnt from experience that public transport is tricky with a new piece of metal in your pants. We headed towards Bradford, cruising down the bypass to my favourite music.
Once we parked and made our way into town, our first stop was Pro Body. It's only round the corner from the shopping centre car park, so it was nice stroll to the shop.
When we arrived, Paul greeted me, and we discussed the piercing before he took me into his little room of pleasure.
I took my jeans and black lacy French knickers down and removed one leg, raising it up in the air and sitting on the end of his familiar leather chair.
"Which part are we piercing then?" he asked, as he reached for his gloves. I arched my back and pinched at the small flap of skin and grinned. He sprayed me with some anaesthetic, and sent me away for half an hour to let it kick in.
From the accounts I've managed to find on the net, I knew to expect an uncomfortable burning sensation, which did indeed come. It wasn't unpleasant though, just odd.
The next stop, as part of a little ritual I have, was the smoothie stand where I ordered something with mango, and flirted with the guy with the dreds. We had a funny conversation about them the last time I'd been, and I have one of those faces you don't really forget.
I picked up my trademark sausage, bean and cheese melt from Gregg's, and we headed towards Centenary Square to pump up my sugar levels in the sun.
20 minutes later I was nervous, but excited. I puffed away on a couple of cigarettes and we headed back to Paul's.
Once back in his "office", I took off my trainers, jeans and underwear, and got myself comfy. He brought the magnifying mirror over, and explained that because of the placement, one of the balls would sit inside me when I was relaxed. Fine by me :D! We had a quick chat about risks of rejection, which I'd read were high. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to pierce me too deeply because fourchette's have a tendency to bleed profusely, but I had complete faith in him.
I'd brought my camera to take a few pictures, which I've also uploaded to BME, so hopefully they'll be available for all to see, although I have shown a few of my friends. They all said the same thing, "I bet that hurt!" and "rather you than me." I wanted to be able to share as much of this experience as I could, simply because it's strangely undocumented.
So... We checked that I couldn't feel any pinching between my fingers. I wanted as little discomfort as possible. An extra spray of magic numbing juice, "Do you mind if I just slip my finger in a little?" he asked, massaging the liquid inside me with his fingertip. Somehow I can't see myself complaining about that!
And on went the clamps. I read about a lot of people finding this the most painful part, but I barely felt a thing by this point.
We debated positioning because of the risks, made sure to avoid any clusters of nerves, and agreed we'd pierce down through my vaginal wall towards my ass. It was a little difficult for him to get in there, because I have quite a small frame. "Now, I know you're not a contortionist," he gestured towards my other leg, "could you just..?" So I raised my other leg up in the air, much to his surprise and amusement. "So maybe you are a contortionist!" he joked, and we both laughed.
I've always felt completely at ease with Paul as he's been piercing me my whole life, and the only hole I've had that went against his judgement is my only off centre one. Ha.
The needle went through effortlessly, since it's only membrane. It nipped a little, but was no worse than any of my other piercings. I think the worry about pain comes from the fact that it's such a personal place to be pierced. But I breezed it.
I took a picture of the needle and cannula still in the hole, and he fed the curved barbell through. That's usually the most painful part for me, but I'd been so concerned with my digital camera that I didn't feel a thing. I didn't even realise anything was going on until I felt his knuckles brushing across me as he tightened the balls.
He got down on the floor, legs around the base of the chair, his face only inches from my P. "If our lass could see me now!" he sniggered, and took a few pictures for me.
I asked to see, so he spun my chair around to face the full length door mirror, much to my excitement.
The placing was perfect, and the bar looked a little too long, but that's to allow for swelling as any piercee knows only too well.
Putting my pants back on was a bit of a struggle, but I used a folded piece of his special blue tissue to hold everything in place and stop my underwear rubbing against the exposed ball since I'd already had that problem with my Christina and it was a little uncomfortable.
I told him I'd visit him on my next day off for a check up and let him know how it's going, and with that we parted.
I ranted and raved about my experience on the way back to the car. It was so amazing to really be a part of what was going on. I was teaching my piercer of over 10 years how to do a piercing, lol. It's a surreal situation to be in, believe me.
Sitting down in the car was a little difficult, but more so because I was afraid of knocking it around rather than the pain. It took me a few minutes to get comfortable, and I did shuffle a fair bit on the 10 or so mile drive back home.
The bumps on the road didn't bother me at all, but the longer I was sat down, the more it felt like two fingers were inside me and pushing apart. That, or I'd had far too much sex and the friction had done me in.
The first time I went for a wee, I was a little apprehensive about wiping, so I just patted myself down and put some loose underwear on.
I was tempted to take some Ibuprofen to lessen the ache, but because I'd still not had any blood and was patiently waiting for it, I decided against it.
I can officially do DDR with no problems, and only really have trouble getting comfortable when I initially sit down. Wiping is daunting, but not impossible. I haven't had the pleasure of a good shit yet, so I couldn't say whether that poses any problems. Sex is going to be out of the question too, but that's by choice :p. It is incredibly arousing knowing that one of those tiny little balls is inside me though, and I'm trying my best to avoid pelvic floor muscle exercises until the swelling has gone down.
Soooooooooo. I won't tell you to get it done because it was painless, because everyone has different pain tolerances. But I will say that, for me, having my fourchette pierced was most probably the most liberating and exciting out of all 13 I currently have.
Healing should be a piece of piss. A salt soak in the bath, and LITHA. Fool-proof.
Hopefully I should have a BME Iam in the next week or so, so keep a look out for Manga Kool or TasteMyFknMetal, both in the galleries and the community.
I'm happy to provide more pictures, and updates to anyone who's genuinely interested.
Heh.. That was easier than I thought it would be.