MY FABULOUS NEW NIPPLE RINGS and UPDATE of "MY PRETTY PA" (1998)
At A Glance Author bhelms Contact bhelms@vicon.net When Three months ago Artist Tony Studio No name Location Central PA Hello again !! In 1998 I wrote about my wonderful experience with my self-pierced PA. In addition to presenting a scene-by-scene description of the whole process, the story revealed my innermost self, explored my cross-dressing tendencies, and told how the whole PA experience was heightened by, and became a milestone event of, my TV persona. (BME still has the article in the PA index – Thanks, BME !! I hope others have benefited from reading it.)
So I promised I'd update that experience and I'm waaaay overdue! You'll find that update under "PAs". As it turns out I can now also tell you about my rather new "Fabulous Nipple Rings"! Again – this story explores my "kinky" side. Keep that in mind if you choose to read on....
So now on to my nipple piercing experience...
I had the urge to get my nipples pierced almost as soon as my PA was in! My nips have always been very sensitive and knowing how much my PA heightened my erotic play – well – more seemed like better! I was interested in the many variations possible like I saw in BME, but to start I decided to get some rather small unobtrusive rings in conventional horizontal holes. I tried to get a pierce through myself using a long, slender needle. >> ouch << !!! That didn't work. So I also tried the blunt instrument that successfully made my PA pierce, but that would not budge in my nipple flesh, and also hurt a LOT !! I then realized that this was one set of pierces that I could not do myself, and I knew it would take quite a while for me to build-up the courage to have someone else do it so my next form of self-expression went on hold for several years.
As I finally approached another milestone event in my life (my 50th birthday!) I decided that the nipple piercings were imminent – that feeling in my loins was surging again! I had been thinking about this for quite some time – a symbolic "right of passage". For several days before the event I tried to muster up the courage to call one of the local BM parlors and get an appointment, but that never happened – I was just, well, >> bluck, bluck <<, I guess! Besides, my common-sense side was saying "wait" as I was headed to Mexico on an extended business trip the day after my b-day and I did not want to run into any problems 2,500 miles away from home!
When my b-day arrived I decided to go ahead with the plan after all as another manifestation of my "mid"-life crisis. As I "often do sometimes" I wore a bra to work that day (being the aforementioned TV) which heightened my sexual urges throughout the day. I also thought that the bra might be useful after the event in case I was a "bleeder" – the bra could hold in some cotton balls or such. But I waited all day and didn't make the appointment. At 5PM I headed out to dinner with my family, but on the way to meet them at 6:00 I stopped into one of the nearby BM parlors to see if they would take a walk-in. Unfortunately they were just about to close, but they did give me a brochure that explained a lot about piercings in general. >> Grin<< I could write a chapter about my PA !! I took that booklet to the restaurant and read it through several times while waiting for the folks and downing a few dark beers. I learned a thing or two about the nips. Two points in particular caught my eye – the book stated that the nipple piercing was often applied to increase sensitivity, especially for post breast-feeding women (made sense), AND that the piercing can cause the nipples to ENLARGE !!! Wow! That was EXACTLY what I wanted !!
The drinks at dinner did the trick! If I had any reservations about getting my nips done, those were gone and my loins were pounding in anticipation! The nips were standing at attention, and rubbed enticingly inside my bra. While in the men's room unloading some of that dark elixir, I took the bra off so the strap marks would fade in time to get pierced that evening. Bra marks would be quite evident because I shave my chest and back (well, the wife helps with that part!). After that I wondered if anyone could see my nips standing out in anticipation? I paid the bill, the folks parted, and I was on my own to find a shop to do the deed. Trouble was, it was almost 8PM – Where did I think I was going to get pierced at that hour?
I walked 8 blocks across town to another shop that I knew would still be open, but the owner was waiting for an appointment that would take him to closing time. He was quite friendly and suggested I come back the next day. I would have made an appointment but for the aforementioned trip. Then I walked back to my truck and, somewhat dejected, began to drive home. But soon I passed a tattoo parlor that I had forgotten about – it was open, neon sign on, and there was a parking space right in front! These facts HAD to be beckoning to me, so I parked and walked in! "Tony's" lady assistant said, "Let me check" and was back in a jiff – "Sure, come right in." What luck! No time to back out now. Tony took a few minutes to prepare, then had me walk back into his "lair". I took my shirt off (hoping the bra marks were gone!) and sat on the stool. Tony cleaned me up with alcohol wipes and marked the targets, then had me stand up while he used a small level to check the angles. I asked for some small rings, but Tony held up the ones he had prepared (5/8", 14ga stainless-steel CBRs) and said that is what he always used for initial nip piercings. I wasn't about to argue. Tony asked me "Which one first?" in case I opted to back out of the second one for the time being. That question set me back a bit, but I was determined. "The left one" I said as I sat back down, as all my "special" things go on the left side. But I knew that wouldn't be an issue. Tony didn't waste any time placing the clamp on >>ouch<< and asked "Ready?" He hardly waited for my nod (I was holding my breath) and in went the needle. >>YeeOOwwwW<< I felt as I cringed, but I did not utter anything more than a gasp as I let my breath out. I could feel him poking around a bit to get it to go through as it seemed to get caught up or something, but finally it was through. I couldn't look. Instantly the endorphins surged and I felt GREAT – just as if the Doc had whacked me with Demerol or something !!! Tony proceeded t o insert the ring and close it up – that also hurt but not nearly as much. I was riding an even better rush than I had experienced with my PA, but unfortunately it didn't last very long. Tony asked if I was OK for the right side and I nodded. Again he wasted no time getting the clamp on and pushing the needle through. >>YeeOOOOOOOOwwwW<< This one also seemed to get hung up and the action was not a smooth single push but more like a series of short jabs. For some reason my right pierce hurt a good bit more than my left one. (I often read in the nip-piercing articles other folks send to BME that the right one hurts more – why is that ??) I also realized with some disappointment that I did not get a second shot of the 'dorphs, but soon the "hardware" was in and all pain had subsided to just a dull ache in both nips. I took my first look at my new accessories as Tony was inserting the beads – FABULOUS !!! I was in heaven !!! Tony did a quick mop-up. I not iced one small drop of blood on the left one, but that was it! We talked briefly about other piercings and I mentioned my PA. Tony asked who did it and I proudly said "I did!" but he seemed unimpressed. He said too many folks complained about the bleeding so he stopped doing PAs. I looked down at the rings again and I noticed that they were both sticking straight out - kinda cute !!! Tony said that they would soon "drop down". And that was that!
I asked to use the bathroom before I put my shirt back on, and Tony pointed to the closet under the stairs. Inside I took a quick look in the mirror – how neat they looked! And my nips were harder than I ever remember them being! I put my bra back on and stuck a tissue in each side to catch any blood. I wanted to pee (more "beer pressure") but Peetie was soo hard I had trouble getting him out of my pants! I finally managed, and of course, I had to stop to play with my PA ring and chain for a moment as well. On the way out I asked about care – Neosporin, I supposed, but Tony said, "No, just use soap and Bactine on them twice a day for six months or so; these pierces have to 'breathe.'"
I paid the $92 bill (a bit pricey based on other stories I read in BME, but well worth it!) and headed out after a cheerful "See ya!" to Tony and his gal. (I was secretly wondering where all he had pierced and inked her!) Then I got into my truck and headed home. On the way I remembered that a CD I had ordered had come in so I stopped for that. While I was in the music store I could feel my bra moving up and down against my hard-as-rocks nips and the rings moving in "concert" with the funky music. What a grand feeling! I hoped nobody noticed my bra, or my ear-to-ear grin! I also remembered I had to stop to get some Bactine. In the variety store I had more good feelings as I moved along. The pharmacy was way back in the store and I loved every step! On the rack I found the Bactine, but also some interesting looking foaming antiseptic from BandAid. I noticed they had they same type and percentage of antibacterial agent, but I bought both anyway. I couldn't wait to get home!
Finally at home, I immediately stripped naked, took off the bra, and slipped into some cute Candie's high-heel slides that are my current favorites. (See the original story – I now have over 50 pairs of sexy women's shoes, mostly high-heel platform sandals.) I checked the tissues – there was no additional blood on either one. Then I started to play with my new rings! How lovely they were, and how wonderful they felt! I went to the bathroom where I began to gently wash them with warm, soapy water. My nips tingled a lot! Then I tried to rotate the rings through the pierces. To my utter amazement, they moved almost freely with only a slight tug and bit of pain! I rinsed them and gently patted them dry. My nips were still very hard and the rings were still sticking straight out. I noticed that Tony had not actually pierced my nips, but rather pierced me in my areolas, wider than, but close to the base of the nips. The placement was very deliberate, I was sure. But t his was why the rings were standing straight out. It was obvious that for them to ever lie down flat against my chest they would have to coax the underlying skin to grow outwards a bit. In other words, my nips would have to grow larger! FANTASTIC !!! I "foamed" each nip with the BandAid product, then rotated the rings through the wounds again. Then I applied the Bactine the same way. The cold liquid made my nips harder and larger than they have ever been before! They stung the slightest bit but boy, did they feel great. I headed into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the adjoining door. There, while I held my right nipple and ring with my left hand and my forearm brushed against my left ring, I proceeded to use my right hand to masturbate to a full, intense orgasm, perhaps the best I had since my PA! It was my Birthday (the BIG one !!), and I had somehow worked up the courage for this momentous event. Life was certainly good! I drank a few beers and went to bed, lying naked on top as I often do in warm w eather. I fondled my new rings as I fell into a deep slumber...
The next day I was off to Mexico for 10 days. Wouldn't you know, but the very first thing my new rings set off the metal detector at the security check! I'm sure I had completely emptied everything from my pockets. Although I was still wearing my PA ring it had never been a problem before. That caused me to be pulled aside for a full body scan, and when the wand went crazy around my chest I had to expose a nipple. It was a female agent and she blushed - sorry she asked, I guess! The rest of the flights were uneventful from that perspective. I learned that I could fold my arms across my chest and play with both rings at the same time! This led to a lot of erotic play, even though the pierces were only a day old. Several times during the trip I would pop into a bathroom stall, open my shirt, and do the soap / Bactine thing just to be safe. There was no oozing and only a few "crusties" from time-to-time. I love to work the rings through the wounds as often as possibl e to open them up. At first this was difficult without the soap, and if there was still a crustie on there it could be agonizing, so I learned to check for crusties first! The rest of the Mexico trip was uneventful. I learned to move in certain ways such that my shirt would rub against my sensitized nipples all day long – what a rush! I kept up with the care and this trip I stayed out of the swimming pools. But there was never any hint of infection or other distress.
My wife was shocked when she first saw my new rings, but she has since backed-off quite a bit. She still hasn't fondled them, but she asks a lot of questions. I've suggested she get a pair of her own, but she just blushes at that notion.
It has now been about 10 weeks since that wonderful event and I have learned a lot of neat things about these nipple rings while they are giving me ever-increasing pleasure! For one thing, I've noticed that they still have not really learned to lie flat against my chest unless I've been lying on them or such. They still tend to stick-out and I'm finding that I really LIKE that! They're kinda in the way like that and they get bumped a lot, especially when I'm walking around with them exposed – more erotica! So to help keep them sticking out I place them in an "up" position whenever I can. When I'm wearing a tight undershirt they will actually stay up for many hours. Also I wear my bras fairly often, even to sleep sometimes. The rings will always stay in the up position in a bra! When I have worn them up for a few hours, they will relax to a "neutral" (sticking-out) position when I let them go free, so that's what I'm doing for the most part. And it really DOES seem l ike my nipples have gotten a bit larger, and they seen to be hard a much greater percentage of the time. That's where the erotic part comes in, I guess! And like my PA ring and chain, I find myself playing with them a good bit of the time.
So time moves on and I'm getting ever deeper into this BM lifestyle. I'm not sure where I'll go from here – maybe I'll get some ink done, perhaps a small flower or such in an intimate place! I still have to be discrete with my job and all, so I can't have anything that shows all the time. In the meantime I'm looking for others with whom to share myself and my experiences. If you're in tune with that why not drop me a line? bhelms@vicon.net