There I was, just past my 41st year and in the middle of an identity crisis. It is normal people say, but I felt like shit. Looking back this has to have everything to do with me having my first piercing. My wife had her nipples pierced some 5 years before, because I wanted her to. I was fascinated by the erotic body jewellery for so long and during a stroll on the nudist beach we saw a woman having golden rings through both nipples. My looks seem to be magic and she decided to go for it. Yes I'm a lucky guy.
At A Glance Author Ton Contact Ton@bme.anon When Two years ago Artist Lusia Studio Body Art Studio Location Den Haag, The Netherlands Now during this crisis I decided I had to do something to break out of the ordinary and make a decision by myself. The answer was easy for me: a piercing. Now I needed to find out what kind of piercing this was going to be. I ended up looking through the BME site and made my decision: a frenum. It was a second hand decision because I actually was after a PA, but I was pretty sure that wasn't the thing my wife would like. So a frenum it would be. My search for the piercer wasn't difficult. I passed this tattoo and piercing studio a couple of times a week. I looked around this place and decided this would be the right place. Lusia would pierce me.
I made an appointment and after helping my partner putting the kids to bed I went by public transport off to the studio. It's a small place and two people were busy tattooing on one side of the studio. Many people were in the middle section smoking and talking. It was warm and the place smelled a little. While I pretended not to be embarrassed when this guy asked how he could be of service and people stared at me when I answered I made this appointment with Lusia. After all it was my first time.... I didn't know what to expect.
The guy checked the agenda and yes he saw this appointment. He told me to wait a while because she was busy at that moment. I pretended to be cool while in fact my heart was pounding like an idiot. I know this sounds silly but after thinking and fantasising about being pierced for so long this waiting gets to your nerves.
When Lusia entered she knotted at me, showing me she recognised me. I just smiled back at her and observed her and the rest in this smoky little room. I was looking at these teenage girls checking out some tattoos and talking about where they would have them, when Lusia just kind of touched my shoulder asking me to enter the piercing-room. Al of the sudden I wasn't nervous any more.
While I stood there looking at the table, the clean and tidy room, she grinned that lying down with my pants down would help. I grinned back and dropped mypants,lay down on the table waiting for things to come. Wearing latex gloves, Lusia inspected the place to be pierced, sprayed an disinfectant liquid on my –at that time not to big thingy, checked again and asked me if I was alright. While answering things were great, she indicated the place to pierce with what I believe is a special kind of pen, sprayed again some disinfectant, and before I could ask her about something I can't remember, because of this brief but strong sting I felt down there.
Before I even could say anything about that, the sting was gone and looking down I noticed a ring on my own penis. It turned out to be a 14 gauge 10 mm ring. Amazed that things went this fast, Lusia told me how to take care of my piercing, wash it every time I use the bathroom, use an anti bacterial soap and use lots and lots of water cleaning the piercing. I listened carefully, while trying to pull my pants up. Lusia made a sort of bandage around it, so I wouldn't bleed to much in my pants. I didn't feel anything, not even when walking out of the room, paying Lusia for her piercing job and leaving the studio for a train back home.
I walked out with this rush: I did it: I got pierced. Part of the joy of a piercing is in the mind. I noticed it thought it was funny being with others, who pretended they were quite something while I was thinking you haven't got any idea what I did.
The first two weeks after this I was very careful. I washed my piercing very thorough and remember I was afraid to get a hard on in the morning. After the first time this happened while I was awake (grin) I noticed it didn't hurt so I stopped worrying. I even found myselve gently playing with it in the shower a day or five later.
My first sex experience with my new toy was two weeks after being pierced. At first I tried to use a rubber (I really hate these things) so at the end I threw that thing away and went for the natural experience. My wife didn't notice it (at least she claims she doesn't), I did though. I think it's a very stimulating piercing, for foreplay and real play.After six months, the rush of this piercing is faded, now I'm thinking of the real thing: a PA, but that's a story I'll post later, with pictures and all.