Please Do Not Attempt! All body modifications should be carried out by a licensed professional, only!
At A Glance Author IchigoKousui Contact IchigoKousui@bme.anon When A year ago Artist My Fiance Studio At home Location KY Only two weeks after my eighteenth birthday, I had already begun to feel the urgent need for what I felt would be a rather attractive addition to my small collection of piercings after seeing a beautiful picture of a decorative nipple piercing. Unfortunately, the semi-erotic nature of my desired target required the "permission" of my fiancé, who responded with a resounding no. Being the controlling and possessive man that he is, he didn't like the idea of another man seeing, let alone touching my breasts. (You see, where we live, there are too few female artists.) After only a few days of persistent cajoling, he finally gave in on a single stipulation, that he be the one who did the piercing.
They say that some of the world's most intelligent people can also be the stupidest at times. I knew that having my nipples pierced by a professional was really the only way to go if I wanted to be happy with them, but after a few days' thought on the matter, my desperation overran my logic. Once I'd informed him of my decision, I quickly gathered a large yarn needle, two 14 gauge hoops, rubbing alcohol, and a few ice cubes. I must say that I was more excited than nervous at the moment in comparison to when I had my eyebrow done in a studio, but in retrospect it really should have been the other way around.
Despite seeking the solitude of our bedroom, the excitement spread through the house to our room mate and a tattoo artist friend who was occupying our couch for the week. The lighting was fairly poor, coming from a single end table lamp next to where I sat on the edge of the bed, my room mate beside me and fiancé kneeling on the floor in front of me while I meditated, holding an ice cube on each side of my left nipple, making sure that it was erect enough and at least partially numb. After about ten minutes or so, I felt prepared enough and put down what was left of the ice, watching as the needle struggled through my flesh, making one popping sound but not the second. We all realized too late that the needle wasn't very sharp, and my nipples were very tough. But I wanted it too bad.
It took at least five minutes of fighting to get the needle all the way through, and by that time the effects of the ice had long vanished. The tattoo artist stood over his shoulder, coaching him while my room mate held onto my hand. Occasionally we'd stop so that I could hold a piece of ice against the unpierced side before starting again, and despite the already cool weather, I was sweating from the effort. I'd have to say that it was most comparable to trying to fit the wooden circle through the square shaped hole on a toddler's work bench. Then, at last, that long awaited final pop came, and the relief was indescribable. The pain was far from over, but the hard part was done, and watching blood coming out of my nipple only added to my nearly fainting. Perhaps it was because you just know that blood shouldn't be coming from your nipple, or it could have just been well timed with the sudden release, but regardless, I fell back on the bed to rest for a while before continuing on.
Getting the sharply curved loop through the new, tender hole was hell in itself. All I could do was grit my teeth, finally snatching it from the fumbling hands of my fiancé and doing it myself, including putting the pressure ball into place. After about a fifteen minute break, they asked me if I really wanted the other one done, and I sat up with a growl. As if I'd go through all that trouble just to be lopsided?! A few deep breaths, and new ice cubes were administered to the right nipple. It was all the same problems all over again.
Despite knowing what to expect, this one took longer because of a poor alignment which had the exit hole almost 45 degrees off target. After finding this huge botch, I nearly lost it, making him go back to the midpoint in the nipple and realigning everything so that it came out much closer to where I wanted. By this time I was rather exhausted, nearly fainting yet again as I felt the release and the subsequent throbbing of my nipples in unison. Once I'd regained my composure, the ring was inserted, again quite painfully. As a follow-up, the fresh wounds were doused in alcohol and moved around gently to ensure full coverage.
I was most pleased, not only with how beautiful they appeared, but also my own ability to willingly endure such an unnecessarily painful undertaking. I admired them in the mirror for some time before going to bed, discovering then one of the many problems of my homemade piercing job, the loops kept hanging on the sheets. The next day, I was amused when a cold breeze hit me while I waited for my ride home, sending my nipples more erect than they'd ever been that I could recall. What I found funny was that the erection forced the loops straight out, despite the layers of clothing.
Later on, I replaced the loops with straight rods, solving most of my problems and allowing me to add chain jewelry that hung from each side. Sadly, only ten months after receiving them, I was forced to remove my nipple rings when my son ripped the right one out by accident. There is virtually no scarring, and I will be getting them repierced professionally after participating in the fall blood drive.
Please Do Not Attempt! All body modifications should be carried out by a licensed professional, only!