The desire to get something new pierced had been growing. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer; it had become somewhat of an obsession. Those of you with multiple piercings might know the feeling. The needle was calling me. So when my birthday rolled around, and mom slapped some cash in my hand and said, "go get yourself something nice," I knew what I had to do. Then the question became, what do I want to adorn next? That was an easy question to answer as well. I knew I wanted something below-the-belt. I had been told I wasn't a good candidate for a Christina or a Triangle, which saddened me, but I had a few other ideas rolling around in my head. So when the piercer suggested outer labia piercings, a little switch just clicked in my brain, and I though, "yes, that is the right piercing for me".
At A Glance Author desert_baby_az Contact desert_baby_az@hotmail.com IAM desert_baby_az When Three months ago Artist Kaitlyn Studio HTC Location Phoenix, AZ Piercing decided on, the next decision became rings or curved barbells. For some reason rings just didn't seem right to me, and I had a notion they might be harder for me to heal, so I opted for curved barbells. This pleased the piercer, as most people opted for rings, and it was nice to do something different now and then. We talked placement over, and realized that because my labia touch when I'm standing, we would have to offset them. Now, those of you who are slightly obsessive compulsive like me might realize how I cringed at that thought. I like symmetry, especially when my body is involved. But then she suggested we set them so they would sit like a diamond (both piercings going the same direction, with the top bead of one and the bottom bead of the other parallel to each other, if that makes sense) and I instantly loved the idea. It was different, which I enjoy, and it would suit my needs perfectly.
It was time to get down to business. She had me strip down from the waist down (which is always sort of embarrassing, but the embarrassment passes quickly) and sit in the chair. She'd pulled out the stirrups, so it was a lot like the setup at the doctor's office. She cleaned the area and marked it with a little bit of ink on a toothpick. She re-marked the area several times (there were many toothpicks involved), making sure the dots were perfectly aligned. She had me put my knees together, and pull them apart again, to make sure the piercings were going to sit right, and then handed me the mirror so I could check the placement. They looked good to me (and I have learned to trust the judgment of the piercer when it comes to placement. I just check to make sure they are in the area I want, and make sure they are going to line up in a way that won't bother me and my symmetry issues). She checked all the jewelry to make sure everything would fit together, and ended up having to have new beads brought in as the ones she had were part of a faulty batch from the manufacturer (she apologized for that, and said they hadn't realized they were faulty until after they had been dumped in the autoclave with the good jewelry, so they were having to discover the faulty ones the hard way) so the counter girl brought in some new beads (all the time with me half naked and my feet in the stirrups- somewhat awkward) and the piercer got everything set up.
It was time to get pierced. She clamped my left labia, which was going to be the lower of the two piercings, thankfully using flat clamps instead of pointy ones, and had me to through the standard routine. Big breath in through the nose and out through the mouth and she pierced on the exhale. That's when it hit me. Intense, hot, deep pain. I gasped. I flinched. I'm not proud of that, but I did. I fell victim to the biological need to snap my knees shut. Luckily Kaitlyn is a professional, and was expecting it. Luckily I have some control over my body, and was able to stop before I shut my knees completely. She put the jewelry through. My labia was throbbing, and I could feel it bleeding. A lot. She cleaned it up a bit, and then asked me if I was reading to do the right one. I wanted to say no. I wanted to get my pants and drive home. I said yes. She warned me that with the placement of this piecing, I had to really concentrate on not moving my right leg or I would hit her hand. My body was screaming at me to stop. I didn't want to stop. Call me an adrenaline junky if you must. Kaitlyn clamped the right labia, I took a breath, and used every bit of restraint I had concentrating on not snapping my knees shut. It worked, somewhat. I was at least able to not throw her off too much. She cleaned me up, and cleaned me up and cleaned me up. I tend to bleed a lot. Luckily, I also tend to clot fast. So after a few minutes she had me all cleaned up and the bleeding under control and handed me the mirror so I could check out my new jewelry. It was beautiful. 10g curved barbells in a diamond pattern. She had me move my knees back and forth so I could see how they were going to sit. I was in love with them. I was also in a fair amount of pain. Kaitlyn gave me the aftercare sheet, told me I was going to want to wear a panty liner for a few days as labias tend to keep bleeding for a while and I was on my way.
Then the fun began. It was my birthday, so I went out with some friends, after taking large amounts of Ibaprophin. My entire crotch was throbbing. I couldn't sit, because my jeans became too tight when I did, and if I moved wrong they started to bleed again. Kaitlyn was right, there was a lot of blood. For about two days I had to keep a panty liner handy lest I ruin my underwear. (For anyone else considering this, I definitely recommend wearing period panties for a few days)
I woke up the next day (which, thankfully, was a Saturday), rolled out of bed, and had the breath pulled out of me again. I had not realized how much swelling there would be. Every time I put my legs together the piercings got tight and moved around and nearly brought me to tears. Cue the few days when "what have I done to myself" rolls through your head every few minutes. There were many many salt soaks. There was much time spent with my legs spread with pillows under my knees so the piercings could get some air and not pinch (such a very lady like position). I took a day off work. They bruised so badly that parts of my labia were black; other parts were various delicious shades of blue, green and yellow. Slowly the bruising faded, and the swelling subsided. After about a week I was able to wear jeans again (somewhat comfortably). After two weeks I was able to poke around them (with freshly washed hands of course) and check out exactly how they were sitting. It was three weeks before I could comfortably masturbate again. The pain slowly faded and they became more beautiful.
I am now currently 10 weeks post piercing. They have healed beautifully, they no longer hurt (unless I catch them, which occasionally happens if I'm wearing a thong) although the right piercing does get hooked through the ring in my hood from time to time, which gives me a funny little pinch. I ventured for the first time since I'd had them done to shave around them last weekend and was very pleased with the way that whole process turned out (although it took about 3 times as long to shave as it did before).
There are pictures on my IAM page if you are interested, and I'm always glad to share my experiences. I can be reached at desert_baby_az@hotmail if you'd like to chat about this, or any of my other piercings.