Hello again. My name is minikittie. You'll remember me from my recent experiences with my industrial and my long-suffering nipple piercings. If not, get reading friend. I'm here today to talk to you about pussy corsetry, and how to get it done right.
At A Glance Author minikittie Contact minikittie@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Tom Brazda Studio Stainless Studios Location Toronto, Ontario, Canada You may be thinking "Hey, isn't this the same girl who had such trouble piercing her own labia about a year ago?" Well yes, that would be me. You can read about that little saga too; it goes by the title "My poor little minikittie..." I'm happy to report that despite the trauma, that piercing healed quite nicely, and was subsequently stretched to a hefty 12g. Yes, I'm hardcore. I know.
You see, friends, I had originally planned to do eight 12g outer labia piercings myself. That didn't happen. I pussied out, so to speak. So I resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to save up for a long time to do my corset, as that many pussy rings can be quite expensive.
Then, like a ray of sunshine through clouds (ok, pathetic fallacy), I innocently flipped through the newly-designed Stainless Studios website one day, and saw a sidebar link for "Free Stuff." Curious, I clicked on it, and voila! Problem solved. It said (and I quote directly): "To celebrate the event BMEZINE.com is sponsoring a promotion to record high quality video of GENITAL piercings. All procedures will be 100% FREE for you! NO Piercing costs, NO Jewelry costs, NO Service Charges. Absolutely FREE, if you consent to having the procedure filmed. The edited footage will appear on the private members area of BMEZINE.com and used in upcoming projects sponsored by BME."
I just about jumped out of my chair. I mean, free genital piercings! By a master piercer like Tom Brazda?! I'm there! So I got my ass down to Stainless as fast as the TTC would take me, and breathlessly announced to Tom what I wanted done, which as I mentioned, was 8 12g outer labia rings, forming a corset in my pussy. Tom seemed psyched for it, and so I made my appointment for a very distant 2 weeks hence, giving us both ample time to prepare. While I was there, I also got myself a new nose screw, but let's stay on topic.
It was imperative that I go back for a consultation, so that Tom could measure everything and choose the jewelry, and despite my horror at being unwaxed on that occasion, I did as the master suggested. We decided on some nice rings, which looked huge when I saw them, and measured everything nicely, joking that when the filming happened we should play some porn music for effect. Ha ha ha. He gave me the option of only doing 5 piercings, as 7 is quite a lot, but I insisted that I could handle 7. Tom switched the old, and rather large, jewelry out of my original outer labia and put in a ring that would match the new ones in size and quality. Very nice, and we were all set to go.
Fast-forward to today. I was apprehensive. No, actually, I was terrified. Let's be honest here, this was not a little piercing project, and it was not a normal piercing situation. Regardless, I steeled myself to go through with it. I will skip through all of the form-signing, waiting around, and drinking my usual Coke, because that's just boring.
I get called in, and nervously walked into Tom's immaculate piercing room. As he set everything up, I chatted with Badur (the cameraman and lurker on IAM) about the recent Carnival Sang Froid and his excellent performance. Finally, everything was set up and ready. Everything except for me, who was shaking like a leaf. I can tell you now with humour that it is quite awkward to de-pant in front of 3 men, walk around bottomless, and sit in a piercing chair in the position required. Said position is leaned back with soles of feet pressed together and legs spread basically as far as they'll go. Nice and breezy, let me tell you.
Here we go. Everything was all cleaned, marked, measured with a ruler (thanks Tom) and ready to go. We started on the left lower hole, this lip being the lucky one to receive four piercings that day. Tom clamped, Badur zoomed in, and I was asked if I was ready. I said a tremulous "no" but of course insisted that we get the anticipation over with. So, we did the first one. It was a pressure-filled stinging feeling, but with Tom's expertise and strength, it took a merciful 5 seconds from clamping to follow-through with the jewelry. One done, six to go.
Second clamping, second zooming, second lubing of second large needle. I was still not ready, but went ahead with it. This one hurt lots less. I gasped, but no sound. Whew. The next one happened much the same as this one, so we'll skip that one. The fourth, and highest piercing was next, but luckily the last one for that side. My endorphins were rushing like crazy and I felt ok, but still nervous. Clamp went on, and YOW. A little bit tight. Now I'm pretty much freaking out, to use current vernacular. Badur is still filming and still smiling, and three male heads were still between my legs, and so I just tried to relax and go for it.
That one. Hurt. Like a bitch. I did the usual gasp, grab arms of chair, tiny whimper thing. But it was done, I was more than halfway through! I took a quick break to sip some Coke and joke around to try and take my mind off my now very lopsided pussy.
Until it was time for number five. This one, I was pumped for. However, I neglected one tiny little detail. You see, Tom is right-handed, and from his position, he was most comfortable piercing from the inside to the outside. He had done the first four from the outside in. Well. This one was horrible. Just really unpleasant. I was starting to dread the last two, but by this point I had to go through with them. Number 6 was even worse than that, and I started to chicken out and plead with them not to do the last one, which is situated at the top, on the right, above my original self-done one. But after thinking about it and talking about it, I realized that I'd never have this chance again, and I'd be pissed at myself if I pussied out now. So we went for it. I gritted my teeth and I can say that that last hole now holds the top position in my most-painful-piercings list. Yike. Ow. <insert expletive here> But still no tears, and no screaming.
It was finished, and I have to say that despite my lesser role in this whole debacle, I still feel accomplished that I actually went through with it. I went home and promptly fell asleep with a pillow between my knees. Upon waking up, I sat down (gently) to write the experience you have just enjoyed. I couldn't be happier, not only because I love my pussy that much more now, but because it helped out Tom and BME. And I have much more metal in my pussy now!