Since there aren't a whole lotta folks in my life I can tell this story to, I figured I could find an appreciative audience on StripperWeb!
I'd contemplated getting a piercing through my inner labia for a while. Just one, on my right side. I have a pierced left nipple, so I like the idea of symmetrical asymmetry, if that makes sense! Left to right. Can't have too much "weight" on one side, y'know?
With my summer stripping venture looming closer and closer, I started getting antsy about the piercing idea. The place I set my sights on is full nude. I haven't qualms about that. It actually gets me pretty damn excited!!
I'm aware and I've been told I look very innocent. I imagine shedding my top, exposing my nipple to unsuspecting folks, they go "ooh!". Then my bottom, and they get a glimpse of metal adornment down there. I want them to be like,"This girl's a freak!!" Then shower me with money.
It's not completely about dollars and exhibitionism. Like I said I've thought about getting it for a while. I wanted this for myself.
When I got the nipple piercing years ago, I was with my boyfriend at the time. He had piercings already and planted the idea seed. I remember being so entranced looking at my reflection in the mirror with the fresh ring crowning my breast. I felt so hot, so sexy!
But there's an association with my ex. During our excruciating breakup, I actually wanted to take the ring out. However I'm glad I decided not to.
So I wanted this new intimate adornment for myself. It will be shared, but it's all mine!
Last week, my kairos told me, now is the time.
Previous weeks, I'd searched for the place and piercer to do it. I wanted a female piercer. Not that I have a problem exposing myself to an experienced professional dude, but I desired that same-sex empathy, y'know? After a couple of dead-ends and some research, I had found my woman. I phoned ahead to make sure she was there, and the shopkeeper said she was on-call.
When I walked into the parlor, I could see a heavy-set tattoo artist working on a lady's thigh. He looked up when he heard what kind of piercing I wanted and enthusiastically said he could do it! The shopkeeper deflated him for me and said he'd just call the female piercer, lol.
She lives in the area and arrived quickly. She remarked that she'd been there all day and no one showed up. Then there I was. Seems people like to get pierced at night for some reason! I thanked her for coming back.
I asked her questions while she prepped the tools. My main concern was heal time. Inner labia piercings are among the fastest to heal, with swelling and pain going down within a week, and altogether fully healing in about 6 to 8 weeks. At that point, my summer trip was two weeks away, but I figured I'd be okay to do my thing, from what I'd read and her affirmations.
I removed my panties (I thought ahead to wear a dress!) and sat in a chair with one leg up on a stool. I had a choice of either 16 or 14 gauge curved barbell. Went for the smaller 16. She got down wearing a mask, cleaned the area, asked if I was ready. Yes. I remember feeling the forceps, breathing, thinking, this is it, and then the pinch! It is a harsh stabby pinch, for me maybe a 6 out of a scale of 10. But it was over very, very fast. Altogether the time I spent in the piercing room was like 5 minutes or so. The cost was $60 and I tipped her $10.
Afterward I felt high, perhaps on endorphins, very euphoric about the whole thing. I walked with my friend to the subway, jokingly marveling at everything I was doing. "It's the first time I'm climbing stairs with a pussy piercing!", "I'm going through the turnstile, aahhhhhhh ow!" She quickly learned not to take my crying-wolf seriously.
She asked if I wanted to go to our favorite dive to celebrate. I probably shouldn't drink, but sure! We headed in that direction. Got there after my first slice of pizza with a pussy piercing.
I knew not to go to too crazy, since alckyhol thins the blood and taxes the body. I enjoyed one shot of vodka. Then my bladder started poking me. I'd been keeping hydrated with water and this was inevitable- I was going to go pee for the first time with my pussy piercing in the dirty dive bar bathroom. Perfect! What better, more special place? Luckily I had privacy and took my time. I squatted just the right way and pissed on neither myself, the piercing, nor the floor. Success! I delicately wiped, taking care to not move the ring. Up to this point, nothing was a huge deal. I could walk, sit, and it didn't hurt! I was aware of the new object, but no pain.
I came out of the restroom, the place was getting rather crowded. My friend asked if I wanna go someplace else. Sure!
The next place had a little more breathing room. Inevitably, I had to use the bathroom again. I go in..
When I squat and look, I see a ball is missing from the barbell. Damn!! I glance around, in and around the loo, check my panties, I just don't see it. I'm like, crap, it's gone, maybe fell out while I was walking. This is bad; without the ball, the ring can slip out, piercing closes and there's $70, down the toilet! I move it all the way to the other ball's side, carefully. It doesn't hurt terribly, a 1 or 2 out of 10, but don't need to aggravate it. What to do?
I pop my boob out and remove the ball from my nipple piercing's barbell. Maybe this will work. Luckily this is a private single bathroom and I have a little space. I get my foot up on the sink, hold my dress using my chin and attempt to secure the ball. Man, to any bugs observing from the wall, I must've looked redonkulous. My underwear snaps on my piercing, ow. As I move my panties to the side again, the ring snags on them, and I loudly groan and
After all that, the ball just didn't fit on this barbell. At this point I'm very ticked off. I was surprised no one was knocking on the door wondering what the hell was going on.
I looked down and noticed a dot on the floor in front of the toilet. No way. It's the lost ball! Put my boob ball back, and washed the found one with soap for a good bit, without dropping it into the black hole of a drain. Back into awkward position, in the low crappy light, I managed to secure the ball tight-tight-tightly in its rightful place.
Relieved, I emerged from the bathroom, and said to my concerned friend, "I NEED A DRINK!"
It's a week later, and all's well! I've been keeping up with the aftercare. The piercer recommended sea-salt and water, gentle cleansing using that with a q-tip, two or three times a day. For the first couple of days, my labia was visibly swollen and tender as expected. I had to be a bit careful how I sat, using the bathroom, etc. But the pain wasn't that high, 2 out of 10. The highest pain I've experienced was when I moved the ring a lot and maybe salt, discharge, or pee got in the wound (a 4 out of 10 in that case) Right now I am totally free of pain. I do notice a distinct odor, I'm guessing from the healing wound. Since there's no pain, I'm not very concerned about it. Hope it subsides a bit for my venture though!
Had a little trepidation yesterday. Went to my family's barbecue. It was so hot, and they have a pool. I read up on piercings and pools. Many sources recommended against exposing to possibly germy bodies of water. Others said, if the piercing has had a little time to heal, and you properly clean it afterward, it should be okay. I decided to take my chances. I couldn't think of a reason to tell people why I wasn't going in, plus I wanted to cool off! Ahead of time, I prepared water/sea salt solution in separate cups with lids. After I swam in the pool for 20 minutes and dried off a little, I went to the bathroom and pressed a cup with the saltwater over that part of my vulva, letting it soak a bit. Didn't hurt at any point. And no issues at all today.
In conclusion, thus far, I'm really happy I did it!




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