The tale of the terrific triangle

At A Glance Author Naughty Frog Contact Naughty Frog@bme.anon Artist Pierre Black Studio Black Sun Studios Location Montreal, Quebec, Canada

It was Good Friday in 1999. I was almost alone at work, and for some reason my mind kept drifting back to the conversation I had with a friend the day before. I had finally reached a point in my life where I was proud of myself. I loved my job, my life, my friends and for the first time, myself. I needed to do something to commemorate the change. I already have my nose done and my left ear has 11 rings, the right 5. I loved the way the metal looks and I am hoping to be able to fit 25 around the edge.

When I had decided it would have to be a piercing, I called Black Sun Studios. It is the only place I would go to get a pierce like that. The studio is renowned, and I had heard that Pierre had done some amazing stuff. He's also clean, with a nice studio and years of experience under his belt. There was no other choice in my mind. I called and spoke to the woman at Black Sun and we had a long talk about clit piercing (and how dumb it is) and the triangle, which I had never heard of. When she explained that it was the small area of skin right below the clit, the idea sounded great. She has one and was able to really tell me all the pros and cons about the piercings, how I would have to take care of it by soaking it twice a day for a few months and the healing. I even asked her long I would have to wait to have sex, and thankfully, the answer was only a day or two, although it would hurt a bit. I wanted the appointment for 5:30pm so I wouldn't chicken out, but there was only one 7pm slot open. I took it, informing her that there was a large possibility I would cancel. After she reassured me it was ok even if I did cancel, I got off the phone and continued to work half heartedly. Was I really going to do this?

I got home and sat back for an hour, sure I was never going to go. But at 6:15 I found myself getting my stuff together and going out the door. When I got to the studio and walked through the front door, I proclaimed aloud my disbelief that I was going to do this.

When I got up there I had to wait about 20 minutes, but I stayed. Pierre took me into the room and sat me down to have a talk. We went over all the pros and cons, how long it would take to heal and what could go wrong. I found myself getting more and more relaxed as we went on. He really knew what he was doing, and conveyed a sense of security to me. Then he mentioned the fact that he would have to be down there for some time. I thought about that for awhile, but it didn't bother me. He was the right person, it was the right time, and it was for the right reasons.

We picked out a gorgeous silver ball with an emerald stone, and a gleaming 14 gauge ring. I stripped from the waist down while hw got the gear ready and soaked the jeweler in antiseptic. He kneeled before me and took my clit and the skin below it in his fingers to feel around for nerves. He got a good idea of how it would go and got the clamps. He pushed up my clit a bit and attached them to the skin below. It pinched and he fixed the position. He worked on the placement until he was absolutely sure. He took the needle and got it ready, and I started getting a bit nervous again. But I spread my legs and relaxed my muscles, thinking of all the trials I have had in my life, and how I was moving forward through life with excitement and happiness. My legs relaxed completely and he asked if I was ready. I was. He pushed the needle through and it didn't take long. The pain was blinding for about 2 seconds, and then it was gone, replaced by the slow feeling of warmth that was making it's way through my body. I was filled with a sense of euphoria when he leaned back and proclaimed it perfect.

And it is. Perfectly straight with the tiny green stone peeking through, like a treasure. It took my lovers a bit of getting used to, but they get used to it pretty fast. I can't imagine ever removing it. Pierre was amazing and made it into a wonderful experience.

I went home acutely aware of my new ring and it filled me with a sense of power. I think I strutted the whole way home. I picked up a bottle of proviodine and some sea salt wondering how I was going to soak it. I found an eyewash cup and a very small glass and mixed up a batch. I even brought a timer in so I would be sure to get at least 5 minutes each time. There was no bleeding at all the first day, and a tiny amount the next. I soaked it twice a day, and within a week it felt like it was healed. It made my clit more sensitive, but I had to learn how to play with myself all over again. I find the pressure against my clit from the inside adds a bit to the pleasure too.

It was everything I could have hoped for and more, and I will always remember my right of passage.