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At A Glance Author WryLee Contact leeharding24@yahoo.com When It just happened Artist Ruthless Studio Southern Culture Kustom Tattooz Location Waco, Texas I've been moping around without my nipple piercings for around eighteen months.
The long version of the story is . . .
I originally had them pierced at 12ga. and then tried to stretch up to 10ga and experienced migration issues and remove the jewelry and let everything heal up.
I didn't like the feeling of not being pierced and made an appointment to get the boyz pierced at 10ga. No intermediate step, just, Bam! And was it ever BAM! The needles looked huge. The first went without issue – Clamp on, Take a deep breath and exhale and we're through, insert jewelry, ta-da.
Take a breather and on to the second – Clamp on, Take a deep breath, exhale and Elvis left the building. That was the first time I've ever had a brief O-o-B (Out-of-Body) 'sperience.
Mentally I was still right there in the room, but had ceded physical function.
My right leg was gently rocking side-to-side and my body was braced upright on the table by my arms.
I could hear but not immediately respond to the piercer's questions. After a brief moment (not more than a minute or two) the mind-body linkage returned and returned. I took a few deep breaths, was offered and accepted a cup of water and got my stuff all together back in one pile. We then moved back into the lobby of the establishment and took a couple chairs and chatted with the owner until I felt normal once more during which time I paid and tipped my piercer.
Bummer as about 10 months later once again I experienced migration issues and nothing slowed it down so once more, out came the jewelry and let the healing begin.
Off and on for 18 months I've been mourning the loss of my piercings and wanting to affect their return.
Economic forces smiled upon me around Father's Day.
The shop that I've been entrusting my piercing experiences to had moved a short drive further north.
I knew it's location and Saturday afternoon, June 16, I decided to once more take the plunge.
A quick to town to finish up Father's Day gift purchases, a stop for a meal, (I've never tried being pierced on an empty stomach as all recommendations on this site advise against it), and I wheel into Southern Culture to get poked. There's quite the crowd getting all arted up – four sets of machines humming simultaneously and fair contingent of voyeurs/friends/mates. My wishes were pretty quickly inquired of and I told there was one customer in front of me in prep. I filled out the necessary paperwork and sat down on a nice leather sectional and read some Louis Bayard as I waited. Not two pages later, Ruthless was tendering the previous customer's transaction and beckoning me to come be pierced. Previously, I had always chosen circular barbells, but given the migration issues I have experienced decided on smaller, lighter straight 12ga. barbells this time. Ruthless cleaned all the surfaces thoroughly and laid out the sterilized, bagged and sealed jewelry, clamp and needles.
She then donned new gloves.
During the intervening time, a group of two curious couples appeared at the door of the piercing and inquired if they could observe. Ruthless asked if I had any objections and flatly stated that it was my decision should I desire privacy she would disperse the gawkers. I had no objections as their chatter was slightly distracting and distraction was just the prescription to quell my mounting anxiety.
I was just a little confounded that I was getting anxious, but there you go, I was. Perhaps it was because this was the first time that I had watched the preparations taking place and was seeing the needles being removed from their sterile sealed bags and lubed. Normally, I don't watch prep.
The clamp went on my right nip first and was cause for some consternation from one of the female observers. While the clamp was being placed, I asked Ruthless what region her accent was because it sounded at times a little east coastish with flattened vowels guessing Southern New York or North New Jersey. She responded that I would have to move a little farther afield than that. More guesses were made before she confessed to being a Kiwi from New Zealand. Rather exotic for Central Texas, but there you are. I recalled that the clamp was pretty much the most unpleasant part of the whole experience.
Then Ruthless advised to inhale deeply through the mouth and start to exhale evenly through the nose and the right nipple was pierced without drama or pain. The barbell was inserted, the ball screwed on and the clamp removed. The gentlemen in observance made some remarks concerning the possibility of pain as the clamp was moved to the left nipple. I should mention that previous piercings and subsequent migration had resulted in the left nipple appearing practically bifurcated so Ruthless was pushing through a good deal of scar tissue. I mention this because similar to my first nipple piercing experience, some trouble was encountered.
Clamp on, inhale deeply begin to exhale and there's the steady pressure of the push to pierce and, and, and stop. Crap. Apparently the scar tissue was a little thicker on the left than on the right. A deep quick second inhalation and slow exhale unfortunately not from the nose this time, but through the teeth, the application of more pressure and she's through the left one. The audience visibly pales and quietens. The barbell is inserted and the ball screwed on. A liberal application of Bactine antiseptic to staunch the little blood that has seeped from the left piercing and I'm dressing in my shirt as Ruthless gathers the sharps, disposes of them in the properly labeled and safeguarded container, disposes of the coverings and swabs and sprays down the related surfaces.
I mosey out to the counter riding a nice wave of adrenaline and endorphins and completed the transaction remembering to tip.
Apparently the experience greatly impressed the folks observing as they averred that they believed that perhaps that was not for their tastes. I suppose that the vicarious experience extinguished any further curiosity that may have dwelled in the darker corners of their fantasies. I only commented that for me, perhaps the one thing I was still curious about but not yet prepared for was a Prince Albert just as a provocation to measure reaction.
One day, maybe, I'll work my way up to a more erotic or exotic experience of the PA.
Not just yet.