Out of my thirteen past and present piercings, I would have to say my favorite was my clit piercing. Sadly it is no more, but I'll get to that part later.
At A Glance Author FionaDoll Contact FionaDoll@bme.anon Artist Flip About a year ago my girlfriend at the time fancied a whim of hers and came home with her clit pierced, much to my surprise since it was only her second mod outside of the traditional ears. After about a month of enjoying her improved bits I began toying with the idea of decorating my own "Southern Belle". I spent about a week contemplating the pro's and con's, looking up info and talking to my artist. Finally, after wracking my brain to the max, I decided to quit being a pussy and just do it.
My artist, Flip, is my ex boyfriend, I don't think I would be comfortable with anyone else piercing me anywhere, let alone such a delicate extremity. So I made the appointment and about an hour before hand prepared the area for piercing (i.e. shaving, cleansing ect.). I'm not going to lie, I was extremely nervous about this and nearly bailed. All my other piercings are facial and navel, I'd never ventured anywhere below the waist. But I took a few deep breaths, sucked up my fear, hiked my skirt and plopped down on the table.
Flip had just pulled the equipment out of the autoclave and we chatted for a bit while they cooled. He asked me if I was sure about this and other things to that effect. I don't really remember the details of the conversation, it's all pretty surreal in my memory. Flip told me to lay back with my legs in the stirrups (deja vu gyno!) while he lined up the dots. He asked me if I wanted to watch and I just laughed and closed my eyes. Funny, funny little man...they put blindfolds on victims of the firing squad for a reason. I felt him put the clamp on and for a brief second I thought that that was it, that he had just pierced it. Delirium is a funny thing. I'd have to say that was the worst part, the fact that from that point until it was over, he had total and complete control over my clit. He told me to take a deep breath in and once I did I felt something like a pinch. That was it for the needle. Just a pinch. It stung a bit when he slid the ring in, but in a sadistic sort of way it was pleasurable.
Once everything was all said and done, I sat up and immediately laid myself back down. All the endorphins were making my head spin and I had to take a few minutes to collect myself. Flip gave me a coke to stabilize my sugar levels and after I had a few drinks I stood up on a wobbly pair of legs. Everyone had to contain their chuckles because I was walking like I had just gotten off of a horse, not out of discomfort but out of caution.
Once I got home it started to have a dull throbbing ache, so I wrapped an ice pack in a towel and vegged on the couch in front of an all day marathon of Cartoon Network. When my girlfriend came home she asked me what the ice pack was for. (I never told her that I was getting it done, decided to surprise her). When I told her she didn't believe me. That is until I showed her.
It only took about a week for all traces of pain/throbbing/aching to go away completely; it healed quickly and cleanly. We resumed our normal sex life a little after two weeks and I must say I use the term "normal" loosely. It was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The few days of discomfort were more than worth it.
The next part is not for the faint of heart.
In order to keep our tongue rings from interfering with our piercings, my girlfriend and I each got smaller clit rings and bigger balls for the posts. We thought this was a sure fire way to safe guard us from, unsightly snags to say the least, and for a while it was.
About 3 months after my piercing, we were having a romp in the hay when suddenly I felt a sharp tug and a white hot pain shoot through my belly. I looked down to see her stuck face first in my vagina. Somehow the top ball of her tongue ring had slid it's way into my hoop, but it was such a snug fit that she couldn't slid it back out. Her face was such that she couldn't get her fingers close enough to the tongue ring without painfully pulling on my clit.
I thank God for cordless phones, and that ours was close at hand. Frantically I dialed Flips number and told him that he wouldn't believe this, but we were stuck together.
Flip was over in a flash and after having a jolly moment of laughing his ass off at the sight of us, spent a grueling 10 minutes carefully prying us apart. Needless to say my clit ring tore. Not all the way out, and it wasn't a large tear, but it was enough that I felt like I was dying. I removed the ring and spent a week in bed being a baby, but hell, I think I had a damn good reason.
I've thought about getting re-pierced but my mind keeps flashing back to that dreadful day. Thankfully I haven't lost any sensation from the incident. I really did enjoy the piercing though and if my current girlfriend didn't have her tongue pierced, I would get it again. I hope this serves as a caution to everyone out there. It can and does happen.