I had just turned 16 when my very best gay friend stuck his pierced tongue out at me and inquired why my body was left a piercing virgin. Don't get me wrong, my ears were already full of metal stretched to all different sizes (which my mother despised) but besides my ears, I was completely not pierced. So he turns to me and says he'll pay for a piercing if I got it done, for my birthday. Now thinking at 16, where would my mother not be able to find it? Nipples! YES! They weren't that sensitive then anyways, so I thought why not. A couple of my friends had already been pierced at the local malls' salon, where they had a "professional" to do all the piercings so we take the bus there.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When Six months ago Studio NRG Location Mississauga,Ontario Arriving at the mall, I'm getting jittery. After locating the place and finding out the price ($140 including a cleansing solution that smells horrid) the lady tells me to take a walk down to the food court and put something in my stomach, so I won't pass out. At this point I start shaking as we make our way to Subway. A 6 inch veggie later and we're back to the salon. After paying before hand, I sat and watch old people get their hair done in wacky ways as my leg bounced at an accelerated rate. Finally, the Asian lady, who couldn't be more than a couple inches taller than my 5'0, came and took my arm. I carefully asked her, "not to be a pussy or anything, but does this hurt that much?" she had looked at me and laughed a little. "Yes, it hurts more than most." I remember silently cursing myself for getting into this situation. I signed a form, but didn't have to show any identification, which was pretty cool. So onto the white room...
I hopped up on the white table, feeling very self-conscious about removing my shirt and bra in front of this lady and my best friend, thankfully, she delayed. She brought out a very very small selection of jewelry, a small straight barbell or a curved one. I opted for the curved, since it would match the 6 gauge in my ear. Using pliers she adjusted the size of the barbell and set up the needle and jewelry. I sat there watching the tools and such, trying to be calm. (shut up, I was scared) Brandon, my friend, sat beside me, smiling the biggest most uncomforting smile as she finished the preparation.
The time had come for my disrobing. Off came the t-shirt and bra, and out popped my tits. She rubbed the cleaning solution on my nipples and marked them. I blushed, then totally forgot about it when I saw the clamp. I tensed even more until I felt the clamp close. Then I opened my eyes looked around and wondered if I should think this clamp felt good or not. The lady looked at me and said "ready" and I immediately answered "no" I took a deep breath and the needle started going through. I opened my eyes and saw the lady struggling. *oh shit* I thought. Are my nipples that tough? I took about 3 seconds to worm through and I yelped slightly when it pushed through the other side. The lady looked at me and patted my thigh saying "it's okay baby" I must have blanked out mentally for a second because when I looked down again, the jewelry was in and my nipple was swelling like crazy.
I looked at the other nipple and my favorite new friend the clamp. I felt like a pussy after the first piercing so I tried to man the fuck up and get the second done. Yeah, hurts more after the first one is done. I guess the adrenaline just ran out because all through the second piercing, I was gripping Brandon's hand like there was no tomorrow. I almost just wanted to stop her after the needle was in place. Of course that didn't happen and I had both nipples pierced in a matter of seconds. (12 to be exact, yes I counted) My nipples were swelling like crazy and I was in a fair amount of pain. Boys have it easy; they don't get the bouncing of the breasts (well.. some do). The lady finally gave me cleaning instructions, written down and demonstrated with the cleaning supplies she made me pay for. She placed little gauze sheets so I wouldn't bleed on my bra, which wouldn't have mattered since it was red anyways. I hopped down from the table, remembering the pain, then dressing. I was on pure adrenaline the whole day, better than any drug.
The moral of the story, get them done. Before the piercing, so much work had to be done to get them and to make it feel good, after, oh my wow. Amazing. The slightest rub gets me horny. Real good investment.