In 2001, Amo (my Significant Other) had my clithood pierced, a vertical piercing. At the time, I was nervous, but the pain was minimal, healing was fast, and I now LOVE it. Had I known the joys of this years ago, I would have had it done as a teen.
At A Glance Author Allyson Contact ally@slavegrls-cage.com When It just happened Artist Zak Zito Studio Main Street Tattoos Location Edgewood, MD Since then, I have been interested in piercings of all types. After a few months' consideration, and discussion with Amo, we decided to address my interest in chastity by looking into the various chastity piercings. BME was a huge help in this, with the pictures and stories. I fell in love with the "labial ladder" type piercing, found a lock that would slide through the 8 rings at the end of it all, and decided that this was it. Amo, being the sadist he is, thought it was a fantastic idea.
It wasn't something that happened right away, though. The decision that I did, indeed, want this was made sometime in early 2002. I just got the piercings done yesterday (October 8, 2005). Various issues kept popping up, and it never happened. Just over a month ago, though, Amo ordered my jewelry (10 Ga titanium bent barbells with interior threads). It took over four weeks for it to arrive, but finally... finally... it really happened. Yesterday, I finally got the first of four sets of piercings in my outer labia, in prep for a chastity piercing.
I was so nervous. I've wanted it for so long, but on the other hand, the idea of willfully lying down to let someone push large needles through your genitals is somewhat daunting. As we were driving there, Amo was holding my hand, and grinning evilly. He reminded me that I was his, and that I really had no choice in the matter, at this point. He'd decided, and it would be done. (Note to the uninitiated: we live in a power exchange relationship which is fully consensual.) Whew...
We got there, signed the paperwork and the autoclave strip (to prove it's your jewelry and that it has, indeed, been sterilized and autoclaved correctly), and then waited around for a half hour or so. During that time, I talked to the tattoo artist there, to see what he could do for me about a tat that i've wanted on my lower back for many years now. He took $20 and said he'd give me a call when he had the template ready for me to come see. Yay!
Then we got the call. Zak beckoned to us, and Amo sort of shoved me ahead of him. I was pretty emotionally wrecked by this point. I ran to the bathroom for a last-minute pee, and to make certain I was fully washed and ready, then went in the room. I got up on the bench, put my feet in the stirrups, and lay back. Amo had the digital camera out, and took several pictures throughout the proceedure.
First there was a half hour discussion between Zak and Amo, about where the 8 piercings would be, as well as a technical discourse on how the bottom (close to my ass) piercing could only go so far down without serious worry about infection and migration. Zak suggested that if Amo REALLY wanted me locked up, he could always have a fourchette put on me at the end, and run the lock through that. Thanks, Zak... i think!
Then Zak started drawing on me. He drew a nice little line down each labia, and then the cross hatches, where the piercings would sit when they went in. His professional opinion was that we needed to do the bottom one first, for a variety of reasons. Amo concurred, and so final placement was decided on and I was cleaned up, and Zak regloved and got out my new, freshly sterilized jewelry. The moment of truth...
It still took him a while to get around to putting the needle against my skin. He had me hold my knees as far apart as I could, made little indents with a dull instrument of some kind, for placement purposes, and then told me there would be a little pinch. I'm not sure, but my guess is that he was putting the needle against my skin, ready to go through. It was very "pinchy" but not TOO bad. Then he had me take a very deep breath, and when my lungs were full, he pushed the needle through.
Ouch! Okay, I yelled. Even Amo agreed this time (he says when I had my clithood pierced, I only yipped quietly). I yelled. I couldn't help it!
Zak gave me a few moments to get myself together, checked verbally with me to see that I was still "with him" and aware, then slid the jewelry into place: a 10 Ga bent barbell with interior threads. Beautiful... though I didn't see until later. I asked for a few minutes before he did the second one, and he said sure. We chatted a bit, the three of us, as I caught my breath and recovered.
The pain of the piercing was fairly intense, though not as bad as my clithood had been. But it took a lot longer to go through (we're still talking milliseconds here, but that's a long time when something sharp is stuck in you!), and the pain really did take my breath away. There was a lot of pinchy feeling as he slid the jewelry on and put the balls on the end of the barbell. It didn't take long at all, and as soon as he stopped manipulating it, the majority of the pain went away.
About 2 or 3 minutes later, the endorphin high was roaring through me, and I said I was okay for the next one. Amo took pictures of both piercings, as I was being pierced and after as well. The second one hurt WAY more than the first one. Yeouch! Amo actually came and put his hand on my shoulder as I yelled and puffed and tried to hold still. Zak even waited before moving to put the jewelry in. I guess I was pretty loud (*blush*). Again, the pain pretty much subsided after everything was over and done with.
There wasn't much blood, they said... except when I sat up, I started bleeding. Oh well. I had a pad and undies in my purse, and I just wandered into the bathroom and put them on. I had to pee, though... and that BURNED. YEOUCH! I made it through that, then went back. I drank some water, took some ibuprofin to keep the swelling down. Zak said to hot-dry compress it as much as I wanted to, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. This would promote healing and help keep the swelling down, according to him (and according to my first aid training, it makes sense).
They're pretty. There's not too much swelling right now, and it's the day after. i admit, i'm a bit stunned by the amount of blood, but after reading some of BME's stories, it seems normal enough. Amo says he expects about 3 days of it. And of course, after that, my period is due... ahh well. Yesterday I went through about three pads, but overnight I had very little bleeding. This morning there was a bit more, apparently from getting up and moving around, but not as much as yesterday.
I managed to drive to Dairy Queen last night. Walking is tender but not impossible, but definitely done bow legged. Getting up and down from bed or chair or car definitely hurts the most. I'm sore, I'm not going to kid anyone. Long term, this hurts a lot more than the clithood did. That stung for an hour or two, and then I never had a moment's trouble with it again. This one... ouch. It's sore. But I'm glad I did it... and I know I can do it again, despite the pain. It wasn't THAT bad. I'm proud of myself...
I think the worst part of this will be the first couple of days of healing. Because the outside of each barbell sits in the fold of skin between my labia and my leg/hip, it means that every time I move my legs, the jewelry gets jiggled. I see what Zak was talking about, when he mentioned that putting this set of piercings any farther back towards my butt would have caused migration problems and healing issues. I"m hoping that their current placement is acceptable. I trust Zak, though, implicitly.
According to Amo and Zak, on November 18th or so, I will be going back for the top set of holes. Zak will remove the current jewelry and put in permanent rings, also titanium, and the barbells will be used for the new holes. This will be repeated again on or around December 18th. Then I'll have a period of rest until I am well healed, before the last set (and possibly, the fourchette) are installed. Some 90 days or so after the last of the piercings is done, I'll be sporting a brand new padlock, designed to curve with my body, and lock up my pretty labia. Scary... but exciting.
This was the first step! Hooray!