Isn't it funny how you say you'll never do something, and then go do it anyway? When I was sixteen, the thought of a clitoral hood piercing disgusted me, but I had changed my mind by the time I turned eighteen and had it pierced. Then I said I wouldn't have any other genital piercings, and after a while I started looking at pictures of outer labia piercings. I soon decided that I wanted some, but not only two; oh no, I had to go all the way as usual and decided that I wanted at least eight of them, so I could then have an outer labia corset.
At A Glance Author Candycane Contact Candycane@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist A hack. After reading lots of experiences here on bme I plucked up the courage to go see a piercer about it who I had known for a year and had become friends with. At first he wasn't very keen on the idea of doing the piercings for me at all, seeing as how I was friends with him and his girlfriend, and he said that made it a bit weird for him. I didn't think so. I thought that it should be the same as any other piercing for him, I mean you're either professional or you're not, right?
So I eventually managed to convince him that I didn't mind taking my pants off in front of him and that it wouldn't change anything and we finally set the date for the beginning of my outer labia corset.
When the big day arrived I got up early and made sure my lady parts were super clean, as I can only imagine some of the horribly dirty genitalia some piercers see. My boyfriend and I set off for the studio, and I was delighted to find out that my boyfriend could go with me as I'm such a baby.
I had planned to get two piercings to begin with; both at 10g and both with curved barbells, but as it happened when I got there the counter girl had sold one of the barbells that were supposed to be laid by for me. That kind of threw me a little bit since I had heard about the dangers of migration with having them done at 14g and I'm a big girl too, so I wanted the 10g so that there would be less chance of tearing them.
Feeling slightly irked at this I talked to the piercer about using some 14g curved barbells instead and discovered that he was adamant to use bcrs. Being a big girl and knowing my body as I do, I knew that bcrs would get twisted a lot and explained this to him but he was still determined to use bcrs.
At this point I should have told him to shove it and left but I didn't. I didn't want to spoil the friendship we had or seem like a know-it-all, so I eventually said that they would do and sat down to wait for him to set up.
After about 15 minutes he came to get me and my boyfriend and we followed him into the piercing room. I was more than a little nervous at this point but I pretended not to be worried as I stripped off and settled down on the bench. When he had finally finished marking me up I asked for a look at the marks, but he didn't have a hand mirror so he said that I would just have to trust him. This worried me a little bit, and so did the fact that he didn't check to see how the marks would move when I stood up, but not wanting to insult him I said ok. I know what you're probably thinking – you probably think I should have gotten up and left, that I shouldn't have been such a pushover, and I agree.
Next he clamped my labia and asked me if I was ready. As my boyfriend gripped my hand he started to push the cannula through my right labia. It stung like hell, and the needle seemed to take so long to go through, but I got through it. I asked him why it took so long and he said that he had to do it slowly to avoid stabbing my other labia by accident – I have no idea if that's the correct thing to do, but it sounds strange to me. He then inserted the jewellery and gave me a moment to relax before moving onto the left labia.
Same procedure again. He clamped it, asked if I was ready and started to push. To say that I was shocked by how painful the second one was would be an understatement. I felt winded by the time he was done, and relieved when he inserted the jewellery.
After he cleaned up a few spots of blood I got dressed, paid him, and left. I also decided never to get any genital from him again, as when I got home and looked at them; one was clearly placed higher than the other, and both later migrated due to the bcrs twisting. I wished I hadn't persuaded him to do it, but at the same time he never said he couldn't do it, just that it seemed weird to him. Who's the better piercer – the one who won't do a piercing if they know they can't and tell you so, or the one who takes your money and does it anyway when they know they can't do it? I know which one seems better to me.
Always ask to see a portfolio of a piercer's work before you get anything pierced by them, no matter how much you trust them or how well you think you know them.