It was my birthday, a wonderful day for me. I saw a small envelope. I opened it and on the inside of a homemade card was a picture of a pair of tits with rings in them. On the other side it said "How'd ya like a pair of these?" A week later I was calling Logger to set up an appointment. We set it for March 1st, 1997. I decided to be smart and NOT look through experiences so I wouldn't get the crap scared out of me. :)
At A Glance Author anonymous When Five years ago Artist - Studio - Location canada So, we're driving to Logger's place and I'm slowly getting more nervous. We get there and we go into the piercing room. He autoclaves my rings as I take my shirt and bra off and he cleans my nipples and makes the entrance and exit holes. It was really cold in there so we had no problem getting my nipples erect enough. I laid back on the table and all of a sudden the power in the room went out. I probably wouldn't have freaked if that didn't happen. The autoclave took up so much power that the lights went out. It was quickly fixed and Logger came back to my side and started prepping my left nipple. All the while I'm trying my HARDEST to talk to my mom about meaningless things. Frankly, that was easy enough to do with my navel because it didn't hurt, but c'mon, someone's playing with your nipple and you know it's gonna hurt and you are supposed to remain calm and have a straight face? Give me a break.
Logger put the forceps on my nipple and I started to freak. I cried. I whined. I'm looking at my mom and saying "I don't know if I can do this." and she's telling me "You've waited HOW LONG to get this done?" My dad comes over to me somewhere above my head to the right and says "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." All through this talking and crying I was HOPING and WAITING for Logger to just shove the needle through. Somehow the crying gave me a bit of pain relief. I saw out of the corner of my eye Dad shrugging his shoulders and I felt the needle go through. I was expecting it to be a different type of pain than what it was. I thought it would feel like pinching my nipples with my nails or worse, but it felt like HUGE clamps being put on my nipples. Somewhere out of the depths of my diaphram a deep, scary "yelp" came out. "OUCH!!!!" Later Mom told me I looked like I was gonna kill Logger. I went from a whining baby to a very pissed off chick. Then I was still. I don't remember what went through my head, but I laid my head back down and closed my eyes and just tried to relax. The feeling of the ring following the needle through the pierce was almost sickening. He closed up the ring with the bead in the middle, and bandaged it up (it was bleeding pretty bad, I'll tell you about that in a second). Obviously Logger had experience with someone like me, and he started to run his fingers around the pierce to soothe the area. Someone asked if I was still with them and I muttered "unh huh."
Logger moved to the other nipple, clamped it, and said "Ready?" I replied with "I guess." And he shoved the needle through. The same manly "OUCH!" came out, don't ask me where I got the strength to. He bandaged that one up, and I put my bra and shirt back on.
We left, and had to run errands. I remember going over speed bumps and having to hold onto my boobs because it hurt so much. We got home and I decide to replace the bandages (BIG mistake!). I took them off, and they started to bleed more. I got so lightheaded, I called my mom into the bathroom and I tried sitting down on the toilet while she bandaged them up, but the room was spinning so much. I decided it was best to lay down on my bed. I just closed my eyes and let her bandage. I laid there for quite some time before coming out of my room. They didn't hurt, the endorphin rush was taking care of that. Later we ate, I was thankful for that, my body had gone through so much. Then I was reading through Logger's instructions for aftercare. It said to pull on your piercing so that air will get in and it will heal much faster. Then it mentioned salt water being good for piercings. So I decided an epsom salt bath would be good. I started to take the bandaging off, and climbed into the tub. I was sitting on my knees, and I noticed a constant dripping on my leg, I looked down to see blood traveling from the pierce, down the ring, and dripping onto my leg from the ring. I just laid down in the tub and relaxed. That helped a lot. I got out after washing my rings, took some Bactine to them, and bandaged them up again, putting a bandaid over them to keep the rings down instead up flipping up. Then I went to bed. That was the weirdest experience, sleeping on my stomach that is. They were so senstive it almost hurt to barely touch them. When I woke up the next morning, I took a shower and they weren't bleeding as much anymore, but the constant spray of the shower hurt my nipples. I couldn't just jump right in, I had to very slowly move into the stream of water.
As of today it is 5 months since I got the piercing. I don't have problems with them anymore, unless the left one flipping up is a problem. Sometime in April I went into DC with my family and bought a pair of circular barbells to put in. Now they look GREAT and I don't regret getting them pierced. I know I'd never have the courage to take them out only to get them pierced again.
Thanks for reading my story, and I hope I can help many of you make decisions as to getting nipple piercings or just helping you understand the mindset. :)
Okay, update time on my nipple piercings. In January, 1998, I took out my left nipple ring. It was pierced too deep and it decided it didn't want to heal. In October of 1998, I took the right one out as it was getting tweaked in my bodice at the Renaissance Festival which I was working, and it started to burn when I washed it with soap. Oh well. :)