For some background, I have only ever had my lip pierced, not my ears and not anything else, ever. I knew going in to this that it would be a completely different creature than a lip piercing, but I was very VERY excited about the prospects of a genital piercing. I chose the apadravya because I thought aesthetically it was more pleasing than a P.A., and also because I had gotten the impression that it was more practical than getting an Ampallang done.
At A Glance Author Finktron Contact Finktron@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Hydi Studio Infinite Location Philadelphia After setting a date with my friend Jill (not her real name) to take the train up to Philly, I sat around the house that week seriously going back and forth on whether or not to get a P.A. and then later get the rest of the piercing to extend it up into an apadravya, or just to go the whole way and get the needle all the way through. In the end, I managed to not be a total cry baby, and with some help from her I managed to still my nerves enough to get on the train. I tried my best for the hour or two before we got Infinite to be relaxed and calm, but my heart really was racing the whole time and my mind was all abuzz with imaginings of exactly what this would feel like. We got off of the train and took the long walk over the shop, and meanwhile I figured that odds were after the piercing I couldn't make this walk again. I had extra cash for a taxi.
Arriving there for the first time, I was really impressed with the layout, and took some time to nervously joke around with the guy behind the counter about Barry White and him serenading me while I got pierced. They told me to go grab some food, since I hadn't had anything to eat in awhile, and I went and grabbed the absolutely biggest slice of pizza I have ever seen and tried to eat it with my stomach already turning over on itself in fear. I ate half of it and sipped on some water and bounced back over to Infinite.
Next I decided on a size, and I picked out an 8. I didn't really care whether or not a guy or girl pierced me so long as they knew what they were doing, and the guy and girl who were there both seemed as if they would be able to do it, but in the end she was the one to get me all ready and stab me in the unit. She brought me and my friend back to the room and gave me some of the aftercare instructions and stuff first, since I figured afterwards I would be pretty out of it. She also introduced herself and we chatted idly until I felt I was ready. I dropped the pants I wore and sat back on the chair. She told me to recline and she busied herself with cleaning and marking me. We were still talking and I found out she would do it free hand, which made me happy since I loathe the cold feeling of clamps. Holding on to Jill's hand and taking deep breaths in and out as instructed, she told me it would be coming soon, on the next breath out.
With my mind racing, I took a deep breath in and could feel a little pinprick as she lined the needle up and got ready. As I exhaled it felt like someone punched me in the chest, but soon my mind corrected itself and then it felt like, unsurprisingly, someone was piercing through the head of my penis. Coming up through the bottom, it took a few pushes for her to get it through, and with the last one I could feel the tip of the needle spear through the topside of my tip which was pretty brutal.
It was very painful, yes. But what was most remarkable to me about the piercing was the intense heat rush I felt when it began until when it finished out, and even a few seconds afterwards. I started actually sweating bullets, and even though my eyes were closed I could feel the light on the otherside of my eyelids grow way more bright until it was almost the sterile white color of a hospital, with my eyes closed! All in all I didn't make too much fuss, and just sorted of grunted as it was going through and stayed dead still for fear of making her job more hard than it already was.
With the piercing at a 10, she stretched me out to an 8. I don't have the details on this since I was looking away, but I could feel it and it was definitely not too bad at that point because of the adrenaline flooding my veins.
I took some time to recover and sat up to gaze proudly at the big piece of metal sticking vertically up from below. She cleaned me off and put the balls on the barbell and let me relax a bit and we talked some more. I think I made some joke about hoping that, given the intensity of the experience, my apadravya would shoot rainbows or something. I can be very inane. Anyway, I pulled my trousers back up, CAREFULLY, and hobbled out to pay for some sea salt and antimicrobial stuff for the after care. I did indeed end up needing a taxi, and every step was taken deliberately, with legs bowed, to prevent too much bumping. I wore pants that were stupidly tight for what I was getting done, and I payed for it. I would suggest wearing sweats or some-such. You won't regret it.
As for how my healing is currently going, things are great. It is still swollen a bit at the top, and the ball resting against my root has made it somewhat angry but it isn't anything major. I do a salt soak twice a day still, and in the morning in the shower I apply the antimicrobial. I have a feeling in another week or week and a half I will be able to try it out with Jill. Masturbation wise, I have only just started trying, and so far it seems like if I am very careful I can enjoy it; I get the feeling that once I am healed it will be even more fun than it was before!
I don't regret this at all and would get it done again in an instant. I am considering stretching up to a 6 when it heals, though I don't think I would go much higher than that or maybe a 4 if I were feeling adventurous. I may need a longer barbell because it comes close to pinching when I pop wood so to speak, but maybe once the swelling is all said and done, that won't be necessary. I definitely appreciate the lead-up and follow through of piercing a lot more now, and think I may get some more done after I give this some more healing time. Definitely bring a friend along, by the way. It helps having someone there to ground you and hold your hand.