Six months prior to getting my nipples pierced I told my husband I would never get my nipples pierced. I thought it would mean I couldn't breast feed, which isn't true, and a silly thought for me because after five years of marriage I still don't have the urge to have children. My husband asked me if I had done any research to find out if I couldn't breast feed after nipple piercing, and I told him no, and that I just assumed it was true. He laughed at me a bit and told me to look it up.
At A Glance Author LadySylph Contact LadySylph@aol.com When Two years ago I started doing research on different kinds of piercings. I began looking at lots and lots of pictures and found I was gradually falling in love with the way horizontal nipple piercings looked. One night I announced to my husband that as soon as I could find a piercer I was getting my nipples pierced. He was surprised by my change of heart. My husband didn't object to the idea of me getting my nipples pierced, but he felt I was rushing into things and said I should go read about how to care for nipple piercings, rather than just looking at the pretty pictures of them.
After that I read almost every single web page I could find on nipple piercings. I also came across the issue of whether to use a male or female piercer. I decided that I would search for a female piercer. A lot of people argue that skill not gender is the most important thing. I agree...I wanted a skilled female piercer. I'm married and didn't like the idea of some man I hardly knew, no matter how professional he might be, touching my nipples.
Much to my annoyance I could not find a single female piercer and I live in city with a major university. I ended up finding a female piercer with lots of experience two hours away. She was in a city where my husband and I grew up.
I set a date to get my nipples pierced for two weeks after my 22nd birthday. The day of my piercing I was a bundle of nerves. I put on a button up blouse so all I would have to do is unbutton my shirt. I considered not wearing a bra, but decided against it. I had to see my husband's parents after my piercing and didn't want to have to explain the extra lumps to them.
My husband drove me the two hours to the tattoo and piercing shop. When we pulled up into the driveway, I thought I would fall apart completely from nerves. I kept asking myself what I thought I was doing here and was tempted to tell my husband to drive me home. But we had just spent two hours driving here and I knew I would REALLY like how my nipples looked pierced. I took a deep breath, wrapped my arm around my husband, and walked in.
The shop (a converted house), although hygienically clean, was a bit disorganized. A married couple ran it and they had just moved in a couple weeks ago. They also had their two daughters there, which kind of annoyed me a bit. I didn't need two minors watching me get my private bits pierced. Luckily the mother, my piercer, ushered her kids into a play room and told them to stay there.
After taking care of her kids, my piercer had me pick out my jewelry. I chose captured ball hoops. While she was getting supplies she pointed to a room for me to wait in. My husband came with me and there we sat for a minute waiting. Finally, my piercer came up and told me to have a seat on a stool. She put on gloves and asked me if I had any questions. I shook my head no. She pointed all the equipment and told me what she would use it for. I nodded as she explained things and tried not to look nervous.
Finally, it came to the piercing part. After unbuttoning my shirt and removing my bra, I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I also grabbed on to my husband's hand. To this day my husband still regrets allowing me to hold his hand with the wedding ring on it. The piercings hurt a LOT. And the putting in of the jewelry hurt almost as bad. I squeezed my husband's hand so hard his wedding band bruised his pinky finger.
After the piercing was done, my piercer looked at me concerned and asked if I was going to pass out. Apparently all the color had drained from my face. I knew I wasn't going to pass out, but I did need a moment to get my breathing under control. After getting some color back, I wanted to see my piercings!
The minute I saw my piercings I fell in love with them. My breasts looked beautiful with the captured ball hoops hanging from each nipple. My husband thought they looked great too.
As I dressed, I listened to my piercers after care instructions and gratefully accepted her handout. My nipples hurt pretty badly for about an hour after my piercing. But after that they were fine. It is now two and a half years later and I am still madly in love with my nipple piercings.