So after six years of fear and anticipation, I finally made the initial great leap. I conquered social anxiety, fear of needles, and embraced some exhibitionism in getting a prince albert.
At A Glance Author Whystling Contact forbiddenfantasy@aol.com When A month ago Artist Vanessa Studio Guns2Roses Location Lincoln, Nebraska The next weekend I came back for more.
So after dropping in unexpectedly on a local friend, I ended up dragging her along as the day's designated hand-holder. I opted to get my nipples pierced first, visibly flinching amidst the unexpected pain attributed to each ring. Thankfully, despite the unexpected challenge, I managed to emerge from the chair with some pretty welcome rings in my barely dime-sized nipples. I still maintain that it HAD to be a tricky job.
So I passed a few hours at the shop, walking topless to avoid any upper-torso friction while various tattoos were completed. During the same period, my hand-holder ended up being enticed into undertaking the same piercing that I just had, despite my rants and the visually obvious pain that I had exhibited.
Regardless, it came time for me to take a spot in The Chair once again, this time under slightly more secluded circumstances. Vanessa, my piercer, had dragged her boyfriend down to witness the insertion of the dydoes in order to convince him to allow her to add a pair to his collection of cock piercings. So during the prepping, I'd glance up to see him poking his head over the wall dividing this room from the rest of the store, to see how much time remained until it was time for him to really focus attentions. I've gotta say, there's nothing quite as odd as having a guy smiling away while you've got your dick in his girlfriend's palm. I kept feeling wary that he'd act on any random impulse to drag me out front. Reflexive thinking from high school days, I suppose!
So after being prepped with iodine and a numbing solution, it was time to mark where the jewelry would go. I opted for some slightly higher distance than Vanessa had initially recommended for the space between the two piercings. She also angled them slightly, which isn't what I had mentally visualized, but I then pictured and liked the idea of. I imagined the likelihood of four beads stimulating different areas sexually via her method, rather than exciting half as many areas twice as often with mine.
With the markings done, we moved onto the topic of jewelry. She had initially withdrawn a very short barbell, but I sent that back, fearing that it didn't allow enough room for the random swelling that was certain to occur over the next couple of months of healing. The next size up in length appeared to be about twice as long, and was much more comforting in regards to likelihood of healing. When she brought up bead size, I barely thought. "Bigger is better! Gimme the larger size!"
So, I was prepped, jewelry was selected, and my nerves were demanding attention, with my legs shaking despite my calm mindstate and demeanor. Vanessa informed her boyfriend that it was time, and I glued my eyes to the ceiling, informing her to proceed at her leisure. I was conscious of the fact that I was under the pressure of the needle when it occured, but I could feel no reaction from my nerves informing me of the fact that I had just been impaled. My hand-holder audibly exhaled as Vanessa took her hands away from the genitals to get the necessary jewelry and put it on in.
That was all? After all that anticipation, that was it? Gary's (the owner's) pain chart had put dydoe piercings on the exact same level as an ampallang and apadrayva! (and, lord knows, I would LOVE an apadrayva! but that one intimidates the HELL out of me.)
Practically smiling for the second one, Vanessa began again. I was aware of this second piercing going a great deal slower than the first, conscious of the full second or two that the procedure required. In the midst of it all, Vanessa's boyfriend audibly complained, commenting that it was taking way too long, yet I was able to remain a rock, devoid of any flinching, cautiously concentrating on the expected impending explosion of pain which never came. When the jewelry was done being installed, I was able to immediately stand up, stare awhile at the newest companions to my prince albert, and put my pants on.
I spent awhile chatting to Vanessa's boyfriend, trying to convince him to submit to the same punishment that I had just endured. "No way man, that just seemed to take way too long." No amount of convincing was going to dissuade that resolve. It didn't matter that the poke hadn't drawn even a blink from my eyelashes, he was stone on the issue.
I still managed to bleed for about two evenings following this event. But because of the length of barbells I had selected, cleaning was extremely easy. I had enough room to massage the soap into the individual balls and holes by pulling the bar all the way from one side to another. Unfortunately if I had ever attempted sex with them, there was certain to be a great deal of a see-saw effect, which would have been all the encouragement I needed to purchase some new, and smaller jewelry. The only other issue I encountered was when I attempted to put on a condom, roughly three weeks into healing. No matter what I did, I simply could NOT get it over those up-sized balls without causing some severe irritation. So, in retrospect, I would probably opt for both the shorter bar and the smaller beads, at least for the purposes of experimentation.
Either way, when I decided that I wanted another dydoe in the center, and faced with the fact that I did want them place straight, rather than angled towards eachother, I elected to take them out before I developed more scar tissue than I could heal. Unfortunately, this is also before I could attempt a sexual encounter with them.
This weekend is the intended hour of renewal for them. I have to say, after I took the dydoes out, I was immediately depressed. I just felt as though I was missing something, despite the lack of opportunity to grow truly attached. I was more than a bit surprised myself. So, we'll see how much work I end up getting done on this next trip!
- Gabriel Phoenix