What I wanted, for that first time, was a release. I didn't bargain for the whole adaptation of a new life-style.
At A Glance Author underthemiddle Contact underthemiddle@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Abel Studio TripleX Location NYC
Growing up, I played the sweet role, tucked in among the cornfields of western PA. Of course, there was experimentation (that amounted to letting the guy kiss you on the lips and not turning your head...); but I sought out the stranger side of things: I needed blood, I needed a constant reminder of my body.
I moved to the city (Pittsburgh) first to find my way without the hand of god (as my father seemed so incorrectly to think was his rightful name) and second to move away from the image that wasn't me.
I knew from the time that I was 17 that I wanted something more from my life and my body than average-ness. I had a fascination with tribal rituals, piercings, and inkings. I wanted to go to Samoa and New Zealand simply because of these things.
In college, on a semi-drunken, semi-dare, I put a staple through my right nipple. The people in the room got quiet at the sight of all that blood. I got quiet at the surge of juice making itself known in my crotch.
What the hell was that, I remember thinking, as I had sobered up relatively fast, what with the rapid change in external and internal atmospheres. And, after the others had left my boyfriend and me alone to clean up the mess (there was the blood, along with several empty bottles and some leftover other things needing disposal), I realized just how damn horny I was and how brave I was (it having been my first piercing ever)... I asked him what he thought of piercings, and I realized whatever his answer was, I had to get someone to pierce me. Someone trustable. Because what I wanted done involved not ears, lips, or nose, but it was why more intimate (and I thought risky).
I moved further east and spent some time in NYC. The friend of the friend that I was staying with recommended TripleX after I explained what I wanted and where I wanted it.
(A quick aside, on what leads to my ultimate piercing: since the staple through the nipple, I've found myself continually seeking out an audience on some level for my satisfaction. I've also gotten heavily into bondage and blood. I wanted a piercing that would incorporate all of this but would keep my "good girl" image intact (what for work purposes and all). I get off on the thought of this metal on my labia that no-one else can see, unless I let them, or even better, unless they tie me up and strip me.)
So, off to TripleX to meet with and discuss things with Abel. He was open, a little trepidatious (more for my reactions than as any testament to his skill. His concern was that I not being heavily modified wouldn't necessarily fully fathom what I was getting into with this sort of piercing. I explained the plan, I offered my willingness to think it out for a week, and he wrote my name in the book.), but generally willing to go ahead with the plan. Made an appointment, skipped gleefully back to the apartment situation, and talked non-stop for the next week and half about the bar that I was going to have piercing my two outer lips right below the clit.
We went on the appointed day. I laid out as instructed and waited for the rush of pain. It wasn't nearly as bad as I had been anticipating, but it was also so much more better than I had imagined. The attention to detail and the thorough instruction on caring for my new entity were a blur--it wasn't so much that I was not listening, but that I was distracted by this newness going on. It was definitely good to have a friend along, if only for her capacity as a note-taker.
Once I had it done, it took the average time to heal and I probably never treated my pussy as well as I did those weeks (and even since, there is a new bond between girl and crotch). The boyfriend finds it enticing. I like to walk around knowing that this foreign body is in me for as long as I want to to be. It's a secret, on some levels; on other levels, it is what completes me.
The pain, while intense, led to some fairly mind-blowing orgasms without much need for stimulation, and while I wasn't necessarily after that aspect of it, I'd like to think of it as an extremely good fringe benefit.
While I've not rushed out to pierce again, I've found myself lately longing for something more. I may opt for a less sexual thing, or if I can find a buddy willing to help me through, I've heard that suspensions are awesome.