I'm still not quite sure how I got it into my head to do it. Sure, I'd been toying with the idea off & on for years, but never seriously-- especially after I saw a scary & decidedly un-glamourous video clip of a woman getting her big saggy tits done. I'd have to say it was probably when my smoking hawt classmate came to class half awake in a flimsy white undershirt & no bra with her nipple rings completely visible that set me off. I have some body image issues, but I just thought . . . . if I can get this done, I would like myself so much more. It was totally a ME-THING. Something that I wanted to do totally for myself.
At A Glance Author Mistress When Three months ago Artist Aaron Studio Tribal Ways Location Boston So I went onto bmezine & started reading people's stories. I was liking what I was reading. It seems like girls tend to like their breasts a lot better when they're decorated. This was exactly what I needed! I consulted my awesome boss, who used to be a professional piercer back in New Hampshire & bombarded him with questions, god bless him for answering them. Now that I was totally confident, I just needed to find somewhere. I asked awesome boss if there was anywhere he'd recommend. With a cocked eyebrow he answered, 'In good conscience?' Ugh. But then a friend told me about her positive experience at Tribal Ways. I looked them up and had no choice but to be impressed-- especially since they were so close to my little corner of town. So once my tax refund came in & I was on spring break, I hiked on over to Tribal Ways.
As soon as you walk through the door, before you even get into the elevator, you can smell the cleanness. It's unreal. So I ride the elevator & follow the clean smell to their reception area-- which was completely clogged with college kids, all absorbed in something or other. My guess is that out of the hordes, there were probably only about 2 even considering getting stuff done but were so co-dependent that they had to bring their entire social circles. Grr. Visibly frightened by their presence, I crept over to Aaron, who gave me a funny look & asked what I wanted done. I looked both ways before I answered, 'Nipples?' So he starts pulling out paperwork when Stephen walks up and asks, 'What is she getting done?' I'll never forget it. In this big crowded room, Aaron replies, 'Nippies!' Good times.
So they sit me down, give me some papers & walk me through the care, which more or less amounted to baby soap, salt soaks, BACTINE. Twice a day! For 3 months! Then came jewellery. I was sad that I had to get rings initially because I really don't like the way they look, but I got verbally bitch smacked when I mentioned barbels. They were just like OH MY GODD! About how you can't get them initially because the rejection rate goes UP & on & on until I was just like fine! I'll get your goddamn rings, mister. I sign & am escorted to the magickal piercing room.
Aaron is most assuredly AWESOME. He knows everything. Again, I had no choice but to be impressed. I had been silently concerned about the weirdness factor of being handled topless by a random piercing guy, but he made it the anti-weird. But anyway, he's doing his whole cleaning/preparatory thing & making small talk. I asked him how often he did nipple piercings [I had NO idea how popular/unpopular they were] and he was like 'Oh yeah, they're, like, one of the most common things I do.' Feeling my specialness undermined, I was next curious to ask what the most popular was. Matter-of-factly replied he, 'HOODS.' He went on to tell me that the day before, he had done 8 in a row. And that he expected to have done about 16 before the day was through. My mind was whizzing, wondering how many girls I knew had them. How could I ever walk down the street again, without wondering who had them? Because that's an awful lot! And then my time had come.
I'd heard varying reports on the pain factor. I've heard people whining about how it was the most appallingly horridly painful thing they'd ever undergone, and then others are like, it's not so bad. So I didn't know what to prepare myself for as Aaron clamped & marked me. I remember going, EEP! when that first needle went through, but I really don't remember it hurting. Looking down at the big metal things sticking through my nipples was totally bizarre, but they were quickly replaced by jewellery-- which was easily a more uncomfortable sensation. There was no blood of which to speak. So I'm there with my rings like, whoa. Aaron reiterates the care stuff & then I ask about bras-- because I remembered reading something about wearing a freshly laundered bra every day, but who can do that? Not like my bras are skanky, but under normal circumstances, there's really no need to wash one's bras that often. He said that if I was really concerned, I could either tape cotton to my tits, or wear nursing pads. Thanking him for everything, I pranced off to the CVS down the street to buy baby soap, salt, bactine, and nursing pads. What a bizarre shopping list.
Later that day, there was a little bit of blood on the left nursing pad, but that was the last I saw of anything that would cause one to suppose it was a puncture wound. They healed perfectly! At first I followed the care like it was a goddamn Bible, but the salt soaks weren't doing it for me. After a week or two, I didn't feel like they were doing anything but wasting time, drying out my skin, and making my bras salty! I brought this concern to my awesome ex-piercing boss who said that he never so much felt the advantage of salt soaks. He gave an impressive discourse on the subject and that night, the carton of salt went off my bathroom shelf and onto my kitchen pantry. Around the 2 week mark is when I cut the care down to a thorough washing in the shower followed by Bactine. And of course those ridiculous nursing pads, keeping me nice & clean. I was always trying not to get too secure, fearing imminent complications, but I think I'm totally 100% in the clear. They told me to wait three months, but I healed so well that a month later, I got my jewellery changed to these cute curved barbels. No more stupid rings! I continue to-- and will continue to-- wash them in the shower & occasionally spray the bactine on them.
Conclusions? I love mine. They make me appreciate my tits in a way that I never thought possible. It's like my sexy little secret. And having since hooked up with someone, that whole thing about increased sensation? I blush. It's totally true. Anyone reading this: If you've ever thought it would be a good idea, DO IT!!! Unless you find a way to completely get them infected or ripped out, there's no way you could possibly regret it.