ampalang

At A Glance Author marc Contact marc@bme.anon Artist ????????? Studio ?????? Location Hawaii

I had been waiting to get pierced for over a year and now I finally had my chance. I had just been honorably discharged from the army and would be on a plane home in just a few short hours.

I was the last person in my group of friends to get pierced. We were all in the army and hung out at the local industrial concerts. I was the only one without any piercings which is pretty funny since I was the one who had done most of the piercings.

I had learned how to pierce from a girl named Michelle who had worked at a shop down town. We met when I had gone to the shop to talk to the piercer about treating infections in piercings because guys in my unit would go out and get pierced and then the piercing would get infected when we went to the field. I was a combat lifesaver so they always came to me when they got infected. Michelle said that almost every day she had someone come into the shop and ask her to teach them how to pierce, but she had never had anyone come in and ask to be taught how to prevent infection and maintain a sterile environment. She asked me if I would like to learn how to pierce also and I said sure. So after that I spent most of my free time learning about cross contamination and anatomy. After about three months I did my first "professional" piercing, a nipple ring on one of my buddies. Soon I was doing at least one piercing a week.

Michelle kept asking me when I was going to get pierced. I explained to her that I hated wearing jewelry and didn't even wear a watch so I couldn't imagine wearing something around permanently.

I kept piercing and after about a year Michelle had taught me how to pierce lips, tongues, nipples, ears, prince alberts, septums, clitoral hoods, labia, belly buttons and a few others.

Most of my friends had tongue and nipple piercings that I had done on them but two of the guys had prince alberts. They all ragged me for not having any piercings. I was the hold out among the group.

I had been the hold out because I dont like to wear jewelry and my buddies had been calling me chicken. I woke up that morning and headed down to the beach and went swimming in the Pacific for the last time. I laid in the sun for a few hours and then I went back to my room and showered. Next stop was the piercing studio.

As I walke in there was a girl getting her tongue pierced. I watched as the piercer pushed the barbel through the whole and screwed on the bead. I waited until he was done giving the girl after care instructions and then approached the counter. He asked what he could do for me and I told him that I wanted an ampalang. He asked if I knew what the procedure was and if I had given the idea serious thought. I told him that I did and I had. He then told me exactly what he was going to do and showed me the equipment the he would used. He gave me literature on healing time and after care. Then we went in the back room and he had me pull down my shorts so he could do the job. First he did measurments then he marked the entry and exit points. He then had me lay down on an exam table. I was a bit tense so I did some breathing meditations to relax. Next he disinfected the area. Then he used a clamp to hold it still and he used a 12 ga. needle to do the piercing.

Yes it hurt. I broke out in a sweat. The barbel going through was worse than the needle. Was it worth it? Hell yes! It increased the intensity of my orgasms 100% My girlfriend said it did wonders for her too. My friends couldn't believe that I had gotten pierced let alone an ampalang.

The most suprised was my old girlfriend when I got home. At first she wasn't sure about the big metal barbel but she soon became a convert. Since then I have continued to do piercings though on a lesser scale ( there is just not much call for piercing where I currently live.) The Ampalang took about two months to heal to where it didnt hurt to use. After almost two years I decided to take it out because I began working out and running again and it kept getting in the way. I was also sick of it crusting and constantly taking care of it. I am simply too impatient for that kind of stuff. I also noticed that the sensation of heightend orgasm eventually faded. Now all that is left is the scar.

What is piercing about? Change and control. Plus I like the rush.