At A Glance
Author	Mr.Smith
Contact	cyndicate@mighty.co.za
When	A year ago
Artist	Niel
Studio	Skin Art
Location	Preller Plain Bloemfontein

So here I am, being a very reclusive member of BME; iv finally decided to submit my first story.
Before I discuss my piercing experience, iv decided to describe myself and perhaps the way I see myself in this enclosure we call life.

If your interested in skipping all the fine details of who I am and the things that made me...me- just go ahead, I wont stop you, its not like I can. But for those interested; just patiently read on.

Born in the year of 86 and being child number three of four boys, I was as most people different. As a child grows- a sublime instinct naturally develops and a inherit personality ultimately forms. Being very different from other children my age, I always had a fascination of neutrality, never taking sides and forcing myself to argue and disagree with what was ever told or taught.
Never believing older people or listening to advice I always went against what was said, always being difficult- so much to the point where my own mother continuously compared me to my other brothers, older and younger- my cousins included, and my loving mother even told me I was the devils child- all in the name of desperation.

And who knows, perhaps those events somehow led me to obtaining genital piercings... either way, I don't relay care. I'm 22 now, and I have never been as happy as I am now. Not because life goes great, but because I know how to handle and deal with sadness and moments of strife so much better than I had before. No more running away from home, or crying over crap; I now have an attitude of self interest- a self interest of personal happiness.

The significant change in my life came about just over a year ago, I woke up one morning and I decided to myself "...I'm going to get one.". I was talking about a genital piercing. I did not really care what kind of piercing, I just knew I was going to get one. I did however agree to my subconscious that Ill get the coolest looking one. And that for me was the ampallang . One week after waking up from bed and agreeing to get one, I asked my best friend if she would come with me and hold my hand as I had it done, she reluctantly said yes. She had worked just around the corner from the piercing studio and we arranged with out an appointment to meet up together at the piercing studio.

I eagerly awaited for her lunch to come about. ..And finally It did; I noticed her walking my way as I stood before the doors of the studio, a cold nervous feeling went into the palms of my hand, the wind very subtle contacted my hands and it drew my attention to the coldness, in turn- the surprising amount of sweat was clearly noticed.

Lets do this I told her, I went inside, she holding my hand and following me closely; I asked for what I wanted.
'Do you have have an appointment...' the lady in the front asked.
I said no, she looked at me and smiled, she asked me to sit down for just a moment. She went to the back and a second later, the buzz of the tattoo gun stopped, a man came out and asked what I wanted. This was his shop, I told him what I wanted, and he said that he was out of any jewelry that could fit my needs.

He asked if I wanted instead a ladder.
I was confused, but I said yes anyway.

I asked if I was disturbing him, wont his client inside be upset if I stole you away from him. He said he has no clients in except for me right now. He continued to tell me that his apprentice was practicing.
Small talk helped take the edge off.

My mouth was dry and the piercer told me all the details, he told me what kind of piercing it was going to be and somehow I still said yes to it. I was getting a Scrotal ladder, a three step scrotal ladder.
The piercer led me to the bed in the studio, very clean and spotless.
After gloving up; he gave me a bit of a trim, id never shaved my coin sack or anything below my belt before.

After he canvas was trimmed. A detergent was sprayed and then wiped all over; the piercer made very sure that the area was as sterile as possible.
The piercer carefully marked all six entry and exit points of my member.
He then asked, "...OK do you want me to start from the top or the bottom?"

I asked him to pierce from the bottom, as to avoid blood dripping and coming over the marked entry and exit points.
The claps came on and I could see how pleased he was with himself, the clamps to me seemed to test his freehand accuracy when it came to alignment, the clamps were used in any case during the piercing.

All of a sudden with out noticing that the piercer had the needle in his hand, he said ready, I said yes...
Breath in... breath out...it was fast, it was simple, 2 down...breath in...breath out....breath in...breath out.

It was simple and quick. The anticipation of pain makes things so much worse, a knee scrape I would say was worse than the piercing, regardless tho, I was shaking and I was sweating.

All done he said. No blood no nothing.
I payed the man, and I even included a tip.

The results of the piercing had significantly changed my life.
Something snapped in my head and I was forever after that a changed man.
I was happier than ever, I was more assured of myself than I had ever been before.

I now have a frenum piercing that was done DIY a few weeks ago.
Iv done my labret, and I plan to do both my nipples and 2 more frenum piercings.
I plan to go for a guiche piercing and 4 lorums as I get the cash to afford them.

If I can give any tips; id say live life even for the moment. But know was your doing. And do the the research; have fun and don't regret anything.
My life has changed and a golden age has dawned.
Piercings are fun and exciting and it has influenced my life in a way that cannot be described.