First play piercings, a fantasy in the making.
It's taken me some time to get to where I am now. I've always had an affinity for piercing. I've got 10 at the moment... I'll have 11 soon. I've been exploring Body Modification as an interest for the last 3 years. I was never really into DIY mods, because, well, I'm chicken. It wasn't until last year that I really realized how much I liked being pierced. Liked the pain, liked the blood, LOVE the endorphins. (Gotta love the endorphins). However, I'd been slowly running out of places to practically pierce... then I discovered play piercing. It sounded so wonderful I had to try it. But then I remembered, oh yeah, I'm chicken. And completely unskilled. Plus, I also just really liked the idea of somebody else piercing me. Thus, my search began for a piercer. Perhaps I wasn't looking hard enough, but BME did not provide me with a piercer, so I had to look elsewhere. I used the Internet, instead of being pro-active and going out to local piercers because, mostly, I like the Internet and I'm painfully shy. I find piercers very intimidating in person, so I decided to look online for folks to suit my needs. I ended up talking to people on an Alternative Sexuality website, although my interest in piercing isn't all that sexual. One thing led to another and I met a Dominant guy who promised that we'd do some piercing together. He himself didn't know how, but he knew some people, and swore that he would learn for me. Well, after a few months of wasting my time, I ditched the ADHD afflicted loser full of empty promises and short attention spans, and settled back into my vanilla world, having been thoroughly put off by the whole S&M scene.
But months later, the notion crept back into my psyche. Maybe I wasn't a sub, but I was definitely, at least to a small degree, a masochist. Play piercing was still my ultimate goal. I had long been talking with a boy, my age, who had been piercing himself for years, and had been wanting to try it on other people. We had met once previously at a BDSM meeting for younger folks. He was very nice, I was very comfortable around him. He's somewhat shy like me, introverted like me, and very smart. He wasn't a Dom, bent on mind games and making me submit. He's just a masochist like me, willing to help me out. But, due to extenuating circumstances (distance, disapproving girlfriends and jealous Dominants) we never got together. But, as of a few days ago, an opportunity presented itself to the two of us.
So, I hopped onto the bus, completely terrified. (He had promised me more than just a few play piercings.) But ANYWAY. I couldn't even speak for the first hour, I was so nervous. Chris wasn't trying to scare me or intimidate too much, but he did not do much to ease my fear. When we arrived in his bedroom, there was no chitchat, things started so quickly. I didn't know when the needles were going to come into the picture, so I jumped at every little touch. Once I heard him snapping on the latex gloves and felt the cold of the rubbing alcohol and Betadine, I knew what I was in for. (By the way, rubbing alcohol is very flammable. Did you know that?) He had a number of 20g needles, but I ended up only being able to take four of them. Three over the right shoulder blade, one in the other. He stopped just in time; I didn't think I could take any more. It felt exactly like my other 11 piercings felt like, but some how I had forgotten how much they sting and hurt. The y felt so weird just hanging out in my flesh as I lied there. I can't say that I loved it, but I asked him to get some smaller needles (please) so we could try again. There was a little cutting involved in there too, below the piercings, with disposable scalpel blades (interesting feeling by the way, not like any cutting I'd ever experienced).
But all in all, I couldn't take much of the piercing. It was a very dull feeling, and I didn't have the notion that it would be quick and easy, because I didn't know how many he planned on sticking me with. Chris cleaned me off and bandaged me up, but the bandages were off by the end of the day. There was a little blood but not much. Being that this was the first time that we were really hanging out together alone we spent the majority of the rest of the day talking about everything, and talking about what's going to happen the future. I was feeling good. Still am. Now I just have to sit here and daydream about the next time as my wounds heal!!
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 14 Nov. 2002