I'd wanted my nipples pierced for years. My husband had his pierced for some time, and always enjoyed having them stimulated. Having such sensitive nipples myself, I began to wonder what piercing them would do for me, both on an ornamental level as well as a sexual one.
At A Glance Author MotherGoddess Contact MotherGoddess@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Amber Studio China Doll Location Hammond, IN I spent some time researching nipple piercing, looked at pictures here and there, but one picture in particular did it for me. While browsing BME's gallery of female pierced nipples (in the "shields" section, I believe), I saw large-bosomed gal with wicked dragons hanging from her nips. I figured hey, if that gal could do it, and it looked THAT sweet, then not only did I know I could do it and wanted to do it, but I needed to. Does that make sense? It seemed like the next logical step for me. As head of the PTA at my daughter's school and a stay at home mom, it was time. It was fucking time to do something for ME. My garden needed tending, understand?
Having been in her superbly capable hands before, I knew Amber at China Doll was the one and only choice to adorn my ample bosom.
Last night at about 6, my friend Margo and I arrived at the shop, and were informed that Amber was away for lunch, and would be back in about 20 minutes. Margo and I ran out for a quick bite, and when we got back, we were oh-so-happy to see Amber had returned. Even though I'd been chomping at the bit all day, I did the nice thing and let Margo get her piercing done first. I was positively high on anticipation! I bade my time perusing the nipple shields, musing on what I'd like to change into after the healing period. After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally my turn.
"Okay, let's see your nipples." I proudly showed one, and after fishing around for a while, appropriate jewelry was found: slightly larger than usual captives, with leopardskin jasper for the balls (how fucking cool is that?!). "How do you want 'em, Honey?" I asked her, "partially out, totally topless, or one at a time?" She instructed me to "let them run free and wild," and I obliged. At this point, the rush of anticipation combined with the rush of having my tits exposed outside of a sexual situation and I felt my heart pound. Amber asked me which one I definitely wanted pierced, and I replied "both, of course." I guess some people give up after the first one, so Amber repeated her question. I decided to have the left nipple pierced first, and she marked it appropriately.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to be distracted. With everything in place, Amber very calmly instructed me to take a slow, deep breath and exhale completely. Another cleansing breath. At the beginning of the third breath, she said, "OK?" I said "yep," and while I exhaled, the needle went through. White-hot pain traveled through my nipple, and then the ring was in. Do I need to tell you how exciting that was? I started to feel a little light-headed, and babbled for a bit about everything and nothing at the same time. Amber told me to ride it out, and said I was a trooper.
Then it was time for the right nipple. Amber looked at me inquisitively, and I said "hell yes, do the other one too. I'm ready." Three more cleansing breaths, and white hot pain again from left to right. The ring was in before I knew it. I sat for a while, riding the wave. It was exquisite.
I quickly took a picture of one with my camera phone, and sent it to the hub. He messaged me back, saying he was impressed. I then phoned him, and informed him that he was officially married to a badass.
Later that evening, I went out for my usual Tuesday night karaoke at a local restaurant/pub. I proudly showed my friends the pic on my cell phone, and a few I showed the actual thing. Reactions ranged from disbelief to disgust to shock to you name it. I loved it all, because it solidified to me that my nipples really were pierced, and I felt like I was glowing all night.
24 hours later, I'm still in love. They're a little sore, and leaning over the side of the tub to wash my hair or bathe the kids has proved interesting, But the excitement I feel over my "secret pretties" far outweighs any discomfort, which after all is temporary ("Short is the pain..."). Once they're healed, I'm gonna dress 'em up and hang stuff from them and encourage people to play with them.
Not bad for a boring, thirtysomething housewife, eh?