Well, 3 days ago I finally went through and did it. 18 months on from the first serious thoughts on having a complete stranger thrust cold hard metal through my pride and joy, originally a Prince Albert, then, through research on BME and elsewhere, deciding on what I now sport for form and function.
At A Glance Author tisonlyi Contact tisonlyi@bme.anon When It just happened Artist JP Studio Access All Areas Location Nottingham, England My very own Apadravya.
I chose to suffer this enforced respite from sexual activity now for a variety of reasons, all completely personal, which you don't need to know, I don't want to tell and BME certainly don't need on their site. So, we wont go any further save to say that I actually wanted, yes WANTED a break in penetrative contact that there was no way I could be persuaded from.
It might not be the best of reasons to get a genital piercing from scratch, but like I say, I'd been toying with this for some considerable time, and the practicalities of the healing fit my circumstances perfectly.
If you should ever find yourself caught in the middle with too many people or places swimming in your head, where an unavoidable absence from sex will/should/could/might/may help, then I should think if you're a piercing fan, something like this may help.
..and with that, we get to the meat of the matter...
**cough**
The place I chose to do the deed was mostly decided on by combination of my own location, friends here and research. Access All Areas of Nottingham in the UK. An outfit with a reputation on the web, through personal friends and from practically every source I could find as being just about the best establishment for piercing you could possibly find in Western Europe. I exaggerate a touch perhaps, but from my own experience I can now add my, not insubstantial, weight to that body of opinion.
The AAA premises are as well suited a place for the purposes as I think you could find, stylised but not imposing or threatening. Relaxing? Well given what I was about to do, almost.
I'd scouted a few other places in a few other cities and pretty much to a man they all seemed either too stylised, too formal or too, well, downright insanitary.
The first person I spoke too was Mandy, who the website describes as the boss, and you can certain detect a certain air of authority from her demeanor as you first approach the desk... Now, while she wasn't rude, she was certainly... erm... how do i put this nicely? A little sneary?
I'm sure its just a ruse she uses to try and dissuade those who might come to her without certainty in what they want from AAA, I wouldn't like to think it had anything to do with me looking like a completely straight laced type person – all the way down to the scarf. She certainly seemed a lot nicer after the servicing was completed, but then she was taking my money...
;o)
I walked in off the street with the idea to get in and get this over and done with ASAP, having built myself up for it and having a history of procrastination. Through the door at 3:40, 5 minutes chat with Mandy then the appointment was set up for 4:00.
The 15 minutes grace to cool off, whether just to allow them to set up, or to allow me to chicken out, was definitely "A Good Thing"(TM). Again, this was another little detail that - after the fact - I appreciated as a great demonstration of a group of people looking to do what **I** wanted, not just to rip the notes from my wallet as fast as they could and get me back out the door.
In that 15 minutes I had the standard form/disclaimer/etc to fill in as well. Nothing much to say about that, it is what it is. Scribble scribble, sign – Though that signature probably doesn't look like any other I've ever made.
**Shake shake shake**
Heh...
Anyhow, the waiting was waited, with the allotted time duly arriving, err, on time – unusual for the Britain that, I thought. I was called, we (my lady and I) went upstairs to the piercing, and tattooing I suppose, studio. A nice place, like an older doctor's surgery. A feeling like a lot had gone on there, but clean, well presented and with a confident air of professionalism.
I felt a lot better about what I was doing.
My piercer was JP, who their website says is the 'chief piercer'. I wouldn't argue. The man might not have the appearance of a top class accountant, but from my experience, he certainly seems a consummate professional in his chosen field.
His manner was easy, straight to the point and methodical. All points I liked to see – in the past I've walked out of a doctor's surgery as he was about to perform some minor surgery on me, because he just wasn't taking his job seriously enough. Crap attitude in serious functions I, for one, cannot abide.
Me – tightarse.
JP went through the aftercare with me, gave me a sheet on the process, what should happen now and in the future, together with advice on time scales for sexual contact, stretching, food to eat/water to drink (to mellow out the urine), briefs to wear outdoors and advice on loose clothing for indoors, etc.
Extremely comprehensive.
Another element of the service that really put a positive spin on everything for me. Details ARE important, especially to someone whose only other piercing is a tongue stud – and looking back from this experience to that one, woah, its a wonder how I came through that alive, let alone with a piercing still in place all these 6 years later.
Many places in the UK aren't allowed to use any form of anaesthetic, with permissions varying from local council to local council. Nottingham allows it's piercers to use it and thus I was duly sprayed with lignocaine (i believe that is the right spelling, don't quote me) and had a, not insignificant, amount syringed into my urethra – which I was told would smart a little, but felt more like the sensation of scratching yourself or something. No Biggy.
Then we talked for a while, or more like, I nervously fired of a barrage of questions which JP appeared to have heard a hundred times before, just like he'd heard pretty much everything else I'd said thus far a fair whack as well:
"It's not usually that small", **pause** "Honest!"
"Better that than a hard-on though, eh?!"
etc, etc..
Actually, this was where the one negative thing I heard came out. JP seemed a little under the weather, so I asked if he'd had a heavy session the night before.. He said yes.
Now, I know everyone drinks, but... mmm... I just dont think you should be drinking the night before you are pushing large needles through a customer's flesh. The overall service seemed unaffected, but still, as the man said he had had a bit of a large night, It took the gloss from a polished performance and made me feel a little uneasy.
Yeah, yeah... I know. Doctors, nurses, yadda, yadda... but still. Not perfect.
Me – tightarse.
So... The pain relief was in effect and JP tested it out with the needle. I couldn't even feel the pressure of the needle. The equipment, autoclaved in front of me, was wheeled round, JP gloved up again and we went through with the procedure.
The guide was slid into my urethra, JP warned it might not be pleasant – I felt nothing. I don't remember if he clamped or not, I should think he did, but likesay... I felt nothing!
Then came the needle, skewer, spear, drillbit, whatever you'd like to call it... I chose to be sitting up and watch the process... Took some deep breaths... JP warned that it would hurt a lot at the first part, going in through to the urethra from the top and that the second part should be easier.
In it went.
..
Nothing.
..
I honestly felt no pain for the first part. Mind over matter with added lignocaine? I dunno. But I relaxed.
There was my mistake...
YEOW!
The bugger bit like hell on the way out... Nothing major (not when, like me, you've had eye pressure running at about 8x the normal... 'White Pain' I believe that's called. Now there is _pain_.) but enough to make me tense the checks of my arse a little.
:o)
Sliding through the bar was fine. Maybe I stopped relaxing after the bite from the way out, but no matter what, like I say... The bar going through didn't hurt a bit.
The bar is PTFE, which is a pretty wise and professional choice for AAA to use as standard on these types of piercing I think – flexible and inert, I also chose the larger of the 2 bead sizes I was offered.
OK, ok, ok... I'm a size queen.
:o)
So, there it was. Done. Practically painless and professionally applied after 18 months of procrastinating. I should have gotten it sooner... BAH!
It looks great, was – and has been - giving me some very interesting sensations from the get go and has behaved pretty much to the letter of how JP and the documentation said it would behave.
On day 3 now, with no troubles to report so far really, though yesterday morning it bled a lot. Went through 3 pads in about 2 hours, then completely stopped and has only been slightly spotting blood since. Peeing is fine – no burning, no stabbing pains... Nothing.
It smarts a little, can wake me up and spots a little bit more when I achieve wood, but i try to avoid that kind of stimuli.
OK. Total honesty. I just HAD to beat one out last night. I HAD TO.
It was a little bloody, not too bad. I washed up after and everything seems fine.
Very Enjoyable it was too... :o)
Long Story Short: Fantastic experience and I'm really happy with my new bit of me.
Access All Areas, I salute you.
Thanks.