At A Glance Author RaginCajun Contact DS1159@txstate.edu When It just happened Artist forgot...sorry Studio Mystic Marks Location San Marcos, Tx Two days ago I got my nipples pierced. I had wanted this done for some time now and I finally had the money.(Yeah, I sold my textbooks for a body modification procedure...like you haven't.)This particular piercing was special to me seeing as I have never been comfortable with my breasts and it has taken a lot to accept my body.
So on a saturday I called my boyfriend and let him know what I wanted to do. Needless to say he was incredulous and skeptical but he agreed to go with me. I called the tattoo/piercing shop and got an estimate. They told me eighty, which I have been assured by others that it is too much, but I didn't really care about the price...these are my only nipples, it's not like you get issued a second pair if you fuck the first ones up.
I made the appointment for 7:30 and ran off to tell my two best friends. Of course they were excited and promised to come with me. We drive over and find parking(a miracle in San Marcos). Going in I actually started getting nervous and looking at jewelry made me a little sick. Im not afraid of needles or the procedure but the pain of this piercing had been so hyped up that I was naturally a little shaky.
I highly recommend eating before you go, it helped settle my stomach a lot. The piercer(who's name I have forgotten already)came over to get my I.D. and took me back behind the partition. Of course the place was clean, with an autoclave and all the musts of a safe shop(thank you BME).
He sat me down and prepared his "work" space. My friend Angela just kept telling me that she couldn't wait to have her's done. At first I thought it would be uncomfortable taking my shirt off for this guy but knowing they are a professional helps. So off comes the shirt and I lay back. He begins cleaning my nipples with that orange antiseptic and out off nervousness I make a stupid comment about paying him too play with my nipples which makes us all laugh.
I sit up for him too make the pen marks and make him promise not too hurt me. No, it was not reassuring when he laughed at that. I laid back down and he clamps me which doesn't hurt that bad. Now...I'm very glad that I was holding my shirt because I would have felt bad for breaking Angela's hand.
&%$@#*&%$*&%$#@!!!!!!! That was the needle. All I could manage were some inhuman grunts and a lot ow,ow,ow. I'm not gonna lie, that shit hurt...A LOT. But it was quick and he didn't fumble around at all. I had heard that the second one hurt less because of the adrenaline but on me it hurt so much worse, maybe cause I knew what was coming. Placing the rings in wasn't bad (more annoying than painful)but using the pliers to shape them was not what I call fun.
There really was nothing wrong with the job he did...I just wish he had been more personal and caring. I guess that's what you get in an impulse, college town though. Maybe that's why I don't remember his name. Well, I left very shaky and bra-less (it hurt too bad to put it back on.)I'm very glad I wore a loose shirt!
We later went to the store to get the Bactine and Dial I needed. For some reason I thought that, like my belly button, it wouldn't hurt afterword. Nope, they still hurt constantly...sleeping naked on my back is my only option for now.Since it was cold outside a warm shower felt amazing.
A friend of mine told me that ice would feel better than anything in the world on them but when he touched the ice to my poor, little nipples i nearly punched him in the face.The piercer told me no saliva for 4 months, I'm fine with that too because I want to do everything in my power too keep these piercings.
I'm glad I got this done...I think I would actually do it again despite the pain. Now when I look at my breasts they look somehow complete. I no longer see a part of my body that is my bad list, but something beautiful. The rings fit them perfectly and maybe this sounds silly but it seems as though they are meant to be there. The pain was worth it and a little part of me feels overjoyed. It's funny that I'm still not used to them there and I get a little thrill that they are and no one else knows.
Only one problem...modesty prevents me from showing EVERY one what I'm so elated about...but maybe it's better to keep your little accomplishments to yourself anyway.