Before getting my peircing done I browsed this site many times reading many of the various stories that all lead to inspiring me to get my own frenum, so I thought that I had the responsibility to contribute:
At A Glance Author anonymous When It just happened Artist Julia Studio Planet Ink Location Downtown Toronto For years now I had been getting random peircings here and there and have been labled by my friends as the "werid guy". I first started with my nose, which was done unprofessionally in my room, to my eyebrow, my cartalige, and my nipple. You might be curious as to why I never chose to get my lobes done, the answer the that query would be that I thought that they were just too normal, and I am far from normal.
Being the abnormal guy, my friends constantly teased me into getting my "dick" pierced. And after a while it sunk in. I really wanted to get my "dick" peirced. This was about eight months ago and I just got it peirced not more than 12 hours ago (Dec. 27/06)
I thought a story would be the best way to share my experience so, here I go:
I woke up on a gloomy Wednesday morning, grabbed on of my good buddies and went downtown, we were going to get my dick peirced. As we sat in the bus, I contemplated life, the things I've done, most importantly, what I was just going to do. As we got off, we walked up to the road to Planet Ink, a Tatoo Parlour that I am familiar with (I get my nipple peirced there). As we walked in, it was the same as before, open place, very clean, impressive. That is one thing that I truly admired about the place.
I walked up to the lady and told her a wanted a peircing and told her it was to be a frenum. As I am sure this is a common practice, she nodded and made me fill out a form, sign, and date it. After this was completed, I paid the money ($84.50 to be exact) and begun conversating with the two ladies and the one gentlemen in the front. They were extremely nice people all with peircings and tatoos themselves which was a given. They all had their own unique personality with I admired. We talked a bit about the peircing along with other random topics of conversation as I waited for the lady who as to be doing my piercing finished.
In about 10 minutes, three satisfied women walked out of the room and out came Julia, my piercer. She introduced herself to my friend and I and showed us into the room. When we got in, she took our coats and sat me down on the bed. We explained to her that my friend was to be recording the event on his phone and she laughed and consented.
Julia asked me to stand up and reveal my genitals to her and proceeded on cleaning the area with a sterile solution and a dilouted iodine. She then inspected the area and used a blue marker to mark the entry and exit wound points. For her, that must have been the foreplay. She then asked me to lay on my back on the bed and used two blue cloths to surround my genitals. This was the point of no return, if I had any regrets, I could not turn around I was 'in too deep'. She then got her sergical clamps from the table of instruments from which I was told was only to be used on me from the people outside. With the clamps she stretched the skin underneath my penis to ensure that when it I was to be aroused that there would be no discomfort. She clamped the skin and left it there for a few seconds while she got the needle from her tray. At this point I was freaking out. When she had clamped the skin, I had already thought she peirced it and was yelping with agony, but was notifed by a distinct laugh from my friend recording that she was just getting started. When she got back with her needle she pressed it up against the first blue dot and pushed. At this moment in time I was using every curse word in the english language to voice my pain. This was followed by words of encouragment by Julia in the form of, "Take it like a man!". After she inserted the needle, she got the jewlery, slid it in and tightened the ball on the other side, extra tight she said just to ensure that it would not slip off in the event of sexual intercourse.
That was it, I had a frenum. I had not seen it as this point and was still in shell shock and she continued to clean the area. After she was done, she encouraged me to view the new peircing. When I saw it, I just looked, and looked, and was stuck on pause for a few seconds. I have a bar through my, wow. I actually did it. To be honest, it was painful, more painful than my nipple but less than my cartalige if it is possible to relate. When it was done my friend said, "Honestly, I wouldn't done that if it were me" proceed with me questioning "Why not?" and him replying "BECAUSE I'M NOT CRAZY!". That laughed helped calm me down and we joked around for a bit after.
I proceeded with the formalities of asking Julia about after care. She insisted on cleaning the area two the three times a day with a soap product by the name of 'Pears'. Other than that she encouraged me to take care of it and that everything will be fine.
What impressed me the most was her willingness to be a part of my recovery as she told me that I could call her every month, every week or even everyday if I had any concerns. This was really kind of her and made my experience ten times better. I was competely satisfied with the service.
I walked out of the store, and stood outside for a few second, still in shell shock with my friend who asked me if I was in pain because it seemed as if he was hurting for me.
We walked to the nearest convinence store, bought a bar of 'Pears' for a $1.39 and took the subway home, along the way watching the video he captured of my peircing.