When I decided to get my nipple pierced, it wasn't for a very good reason. It wasn't to make myself feel good, it wasn't to enhance my sex life, it wasn't to thrill my boyfriend, it was for a dare.
At A Glance Author Nikki Contact bitter_suites_to_succubi@hotmail.com When Six months ago Artist Justin Walker Studio Eternal Image Location Rushden, Northants, England
Yep. A dare.
See, my mate, Isla, was going to have her nipple and two tragus done and she wanted me to go with her, for moral support. Now, after having my lip done, I'd vowed never to have another piercing because I had such a bad experience (nothing to do with the body piercer or the piercing, just my wimpiness), so as we walked down to the studio, Isla was teasing me about it, saying how brave she was.
'I bet you wouldn't have your nipple pierced'
Too damn right! No way was I prepared to go through that much pain for anything!
'Go on. I dare you. I dare you to get your nipple pierced'
That was it. I've never been one to turn down a dare, so I accepted. Only God knows why! The more I thought about it, the more I realised it was a good idea as well, because I was getting my tattoo the next day and the nipple is supposedly the most painful piercing you can have. I figured if I could cope with that, I could cope with a tattoo, no problems.
We arrived at the studio, and Isla filled in the forms, and handed over the cash. Being the body pierces fiancée, I didn't have any forms to fill in or money to hand over. Justin did look a bit surprised though, when I said I wanted my nipple pierced as well. He reminded me, in front of an entire waiting room full of people, that after having my lip down, I nearly passed out, then spent the next two weeks at home, bitching at him for causing me so much pain, and threatening to kill him if he even tried kissing me.
I felt my face flame and hurried into the piercing bit, while a few of the customers laughed at me. One of the tattooist 's, Mick, asked me if I wanted him to come in with me. I knew it was just to cop a look at my tits, so I flashed him before walking over to the piercing bench. Isla and I had talked about it first, and agreed that she would go first because she was getting 3 piercing done and I was only getting 1. Isla seemed to cope pretty well with the pain, but then again, she's always had a higher pain threshold than me. After she'd been decorated, it was my turn. I now felt very nervous, and cursed myself for being stupid enough to always accept dares. But I wasn't going to back out. Hell no! I wasn't going to look like a pussy in front of my mate and a whole waiting room full of people not to mention my boyfriend.
I sat down on the chair and took my top off. Justin asked me which nipple I wanted pierced, and I told him to pick one and just get it over with. He chose my right one, and after taking my bra off, he got to work, cleaning it, marking it, clamping it, etc. I asked him if he was going to put any freeze spray on and got told no. but then, I realized he was only fucking with me when he squirted my nipple, and shoved the needle through. Man, that fucking hurt! It was the worst pain in my life! I gripped Isla's hand even tighter, clamped my eyes shut and squealed. I opened my eyes eventually, and Justin was laughing at me, which was the last thing I remember before nearly passing out.
Next thing I know, I'm leaning forward on the chair, with my head between my legs, Isla's put a bin under me in case I threw up, and Justin's at my back, leaning on me, telling me to push up against him (apparently, this raises adrenaline levels back to normal). I managed to ask if it was done, and was more than slightly pissed off when I got told no, I still had to have the jewellery put in. I got that bit over and done with, and Justin helped me sit up, holding me up for a few minutes, before I felt steady enough to stand. When, I walked out into the waiting room, I sat down and waited for an hour before I felt strong enough to walk home (and I only lived up the road!). Needless to say, I've now decided my pain thresh hold is a reasonable enough excuse to avoid getting anymore piercing and just sticking to tattoos!