| At A Glance | |
| Author | Ian |
| Contact | Ian@bme.anon |
| IAM | silentlight |
| When | A week ago |
| Artist | Dustin Sharrow |
| Studio | Stainless Studios |
| Location | Toronto, ON |
I was very nervous about the whole thing. Once I made the appointment I started to get apprehensive. As the days wore on I got more excited (I love getting new mods) and nervous (I AM used to protecting my little friend at all costs). That day, I told my unsuspecting mother I was going to "hang out with some friends" get it? That's funny. By the time we got to the studio the dreaded shrinkage had actually already started to set in. My girlfriend Heather (formerly IAM: Heddi) and her friends Liz and Brie and my friend Jacob came with me. Liz and Heather got measured for industrials (Heather wanted something really funky, but no go, so she's getting a vertical industrial. I forget what Liz was getting. A standard I think) and Jacob got a wicked conch orbital. But on to me...
As always, I paid for the piercings before the procedure.
When Dustin asked who was going first I just kind of blanked. Then I was like "I don't care." Well. Needless to say, Jacob went first. When he was done, Dustin started prepping the area for MY piercings.
me being very nervous before the procedure
Jacob kindly went "for a smoke" and Dustin asked who I was going to be comfortable having in the room. Liz who said she didn't care if she "saw his thingy" volunteered to leave, since I'd never met her before. Brie insisted on staying, and I was ok with that. Not like she hasn't seen it before, after all (if you want to know about that story you'll have to ask). When Dustin had gotten everything together he had me sit down in the "dentist's chair" I sat down. He sat down in his chair next to me and said 'well' or something like that. So I broke through psychological barrier number one, undid my pants and pulled what remained of my one proud member out. Mr Happy was busily trying to escape into my body cavity, but, nonplussed, Dustin set about swabbing the area with Iodine and then marking it. Fo rtunately, during the nightmare (for me) that followed, neither of us lost our senses of humour, though I can't remember all the jokes off hand. I had brought my digital camera, but I told Heather not to take any pictures during the procedure (sorry guys). He asked if the marks were all right and I asked him to move them up. I was so sensitive that even the pen felt sharp and almost painful. It was certainly startling. The placement I wanted is fairly high. I looked at the new marks (in retrospect I think they might interfere with the apadravyas I want done) and gave the go ahead, so he smacked the clamps on me. Fucking freezing.
showing placement
Once the clamps were on I tried to calm myself by focusing on my breathing, staring out the skylight and all the usual crap. Mr. Happy shrank as he has never shrunk before as Dustin lined up the needle. Yes, clamps are necessary! Dustin asked if I was ready, I think I said "one second" or something like that, then, OK.
What followed was the most painful piercing I have yet experienced. My head went fuzzy, my breathing got deep and rapid. I shifted my weight, though I was really trying not to move. All of a sudden Heather was holding my hand. The amount of pain totally took my by surprise. After a relatively painless lorum experience and reading in the glossary about how frenums were an easy piercing. I asked for a minute before Dustin put in the jewellery as he started to do so I twitched again, yes it hurt a lot. There was barely any blood but the pain was pretty much as great as the piercing. Because I wiggled while he was putting the barbell through he had to take it out and go through with an 11 gauge taper. That hurt so much I went light-headed again, but the barbell felt relatively eas y after that, still felt like a bitch going through my skin though. I asked for a few more minutes before my next piercing. I prepared myself, looked away from the piercing this time, and controlled my breathing. I clutched the arms of the chair, he lined up to do the next one and... and nothing. What I though was him lining up the needle was the needle going through. He said the skin was a lot different there. I had no problem with the jewellery going through either. I sat there with "it" out and he got his camera and took a picture of it. It started to shrink again when I saw the camera so I said "Isn't that cute, he's camera shy!" or something like that. Don't go look at that picture on his page though. The shrinkage is in full effect. Within minutes of the piercings I felt great. Very elated. There was no discomfort, but I was starving! It took a lot out of me I think. Dustin ran down the aftercare with me, and told m e to expect some "puffiness." We all headed down to the Bishop and th e Belcher for after-piercing drinks and dinner. Our (loud) conversation, mainly involved the word "Cack" I was very giddy and it was lots of fun. That night, I discovered it still worked (hehheh) but I didn't want to use it. The next day, however, enough waiting! A little extra work (think harmonicas) and my girlfriend and I got around the disadvantage. When I woke up and saw it for the first time while I had the standard morning erection, well, it was a breathtaking sight. I woke up Heather and said, "Look, it's fucking beautiful!" Though she didn't appreciate being woken up for that.
It has been almost 7 days since I got the piercing. My sex drive is through the roof, but I suspect it's just that time of the month, and this is bad timing. Self-relief is ok (gentle darling!) and so is, creative, loving. There is some puffiness. A little itchiness, it seems to be healing fine. Since I've gotten it I can't wait for it to heal enough for sex, but I also really want to get more. I'm even starting to appreciate some of the more unusual penis surgeries... Uh oh, I'm going to get hooked on genital mods.