I am not quite sure what you are looking for in a experience, but I think this is an interesting one. It is how I decided to start piercing. It was about 9 years ago, I was 18 and was going for my first "professional" piercing. I had always been into play piercing to push my own boundries, so I definitely was no stranger to the needle. I had already done a few regular piercings on myself and friends but wanted to get my nipples done and thought I would find a pro.
At A Glance Author Fil Thirteen Contact Fil Thirteen@bme.anon Artist I won.t point out the guilty Studio Atalntic city area Location Atlantic city area I fell into the same mistakes that a lot of newcomers fall into, I didn't properly research this person nor did I truly know what to look for at that time. If it sounds like this story is going downhill, it is. So, armed with little or no knowledge, no research and lots of bad luck I went to get it done. I of course went local, and found a heavily pierced woman working at a boutique in a local mall. It was primarily a jewelry/ ear piercing shop with a lovely hand written sign that said, and I quote " erotic piercing available"- I should have run but I was young and dumb. I had heard of this woman thru word of mouth but had not actually seen any of her work nor did I ask for a portifollo I just went in. For some strange reason seeing that she was heavily pierced comforted me and made me think that I was in the right place(ha ha).
If I had not been so young and eager I would have left the moment she set up in a dark dingy backroom. She put her equipment on a conveniently place cardboard box and sat me on a very abused lawnchair-yes a fucking lawnchair! The set up took about fifteen minutes because she couldn't immediately find her equipment. Still with more balls then brains I sat patiently and waited. When it was go time she asked me if I had iced up my nipple, when I said no she giggled and told me I should have.
At this time any sane man would have run screaming and I guess I really don't have any excuse. After the ridiculous set up time we were ready to go. I was told to look away and not to hold my breathe or I might faint. She then clamped my nipple,(did you notice that I didn't mention clean or mark?) with no rubber bands on the clamp-and then shut the thing so that it clicked three times. If you do not know what this means I will explain. You only click a clamp once and that means that you hate this person so bad that you want to see their face turn purple. Clicking it three times meant that at that moment I saw God, and he was very angry with me for letting this idiot hurt me so. Now she had my nipple in this death grip for a good three minutes while she fumbled around trying to grab her needle. There just happened to be a clock on the wall over her shoulder – so all the times I am telling you are not exaggerations. When she finally grasped her needle she then started sawing it slowly thru me. Pretty much in the same way a woodcutter bores a hole in a piece of wood .It took a solid five minutes for her to raggedly push this needle. Then with the needle in she told me to hold on while she got my jewelry. Leaving me with the clamp still on and hanging off my chest she ran to the other room. By now my nipple looks like some find of twisted fountain spurting blood all over me.She then returns and inserts my ring, by now I have definitely had a religious experience. She then ushers me out of the back saying that I am cutting into her lunchtime. I walk home with my chest bleeding profusely and no aftercare to speak of, just a number to call if I have any problems.
When I got home and actually looked at it I was left with a half inch ring buried halfway seated nice and crooked and in my aereole . The part of the jewelry that you could see stuck straight out because of the depth. A week later I was still bleeding heavily and called back for help. I was told the piercer left because of problems with the board of health (no shit?). I didn't have the proper tools to remove the jewelry so I cut it out with wire snips. It is hard to see my scar but it still reminds me of why I got into all of this. I decided that there was a better way and I didn't want to see people go thru what I did. This was a horrible experience but I wear it with pride. It really was a defining moment in my life. I also hold no ill will toward this woman I just hope she is nowere near any type of needle...........Fil Thirteen--- luckorfate13@home.com