Right, I had worked myself up to be comfortable with the thought of 'heavier piercings' than the ones I already had (eyebrow, ear cartilage, labret, tongue and nipples) I wanted to get my frenum done. Today. I'd wanted it for a month or so now and had done my normal 'thinking about a piercing for a while before finally deciding to get it done' thing. I had the money (rare for me to have money when i start really wanting another piercing or tattoo). I had chosen Cold Steel in Camden (UK) to pierce me after several recommendations from various people and a quick look around their website (which shows what appears to be very careful attention to keeping the place and all the equipment sterile). A phone call was made, and I set off on the journey.
At A Glance Author Ezekiel Contact Ezekiel@bme.anon When Six months ago Studio Cold Steel Location Camden, UK
Why the hell had I decided to get my frenum pierced? A question that many people had asked me.... I wanted this particular mod because at that point in my life I didn't want any more facial piercings (my first three piercings were all facial ones, and I'd had them for a while and slowly grown away from at least one of them. Another had to be taken out, but that's another story...), and i already had my nipples and tongue done which were the other two obvious choices to me. Which left me with my genitals pretty much. So we (oh yeah, I almost always take a friend) make our way into the studio and are greeted by a welcoming face and some large gauge stretched lobes, colourful hair and cool smiling people, pretty much exactly what was wanted at that moment. The formalities are done and we're told to come back for my appointment in about a half hour. Great...my stomachs now turning in knots like it always does when I smell that clean, disinfected studio smell (that i secretly re vel in, and hope it isn't too long before I come back to). But no big deal, starting to feel a bit hungry anyway.
The half hour soon passes and we find ourselves once more in the reception. My friend waits in there (after being misunderstood and invited in to watch, pending my acceptance) and me and my piercer make our way into the more private room. I half lie half sit on the dentist style chair (I'm sure every one of you know them well) and I find that its not actually the prospect of having my penis pierced and the possible pain that is making me nervous, but rather the notion of having to lie there half naked before a perfect stranger. Well, off come the trousers and so on. The placement is marked out and checked, with both of us satisfied I lay back and wondered what this particular piercing would feel like once healed, and more immediately, when the needle breaks my flesh. 'Call me a bitch and curse if it'll make it better' I was told, but no need. A quick 'Fuck!!' and an intake of breathe and the needle has slipped through with no fuss and an exquisite amount of pain. In goes the jewellery and I'm done.
Thanks are given, and, grinning like a loon I slope back towards the train station, my new piercing feeling a little heavy but otherwise I would have had no idea that there was now another piece of metal in me. Over the next day and a half I would half notice a warm liquid feeling around the head of my penis, upon inspection the area was coated in blood, though not nearly enough to cause any worry (also it felt damn nice). With aftercare instructions clear in my mind I took as good care of myself as I could, but just couldn't stop looking at every opportunity I got. I thought, and still do, that its absolutely fantastic. Apparently ladies I have been with enjoyed it, my male friends were extremely curious and I was greeted with calls of 'Show us your cock!" almost everywhere I went. More weird feelings about showing all and sundry my penis, ah well I'm sure there are far worse things in the world. Also a few interesting euphemisms have sprung up including 'alloys,' 'eyes' (o k some are better than others) and 'eugh!" but I guess it can't all be favourable.
What's the future for my penis you ask? (Yeah like hell you do, ha ha) Well, i don't have a clue, maybe a frenum ladder, maybe a PA or reverse PA, maybe nothing more at all. Guess we'll just have to see what money and my flight of fancy has in store for me. And of course I'll come back and share with you guys whatever adventures in piercing and tattoos I may have coming to me.