Women are not made of glass.
At A Glance Author Dawn Contact Dawn@bme.anon IAM dragonwings When Six months ago Artist Sid Studio West Lafayette Tattoo Emporium Location West Lafayette, IN Since I first encountered BME, I had been in love with the image of a heavier gauge clitoral ring being "yanked." I could hardly imagine the pain that had been involved with the actual piercing but how it must feel afterwards drew me to the piercing, regardless of the potential for pain involved or the enormous risk that everyone seemed to believe was associated with it. While I do firmly believe that in many cases, individuals should err on the side of caution, especially when it comes to mods, I do not believe that a sensitive part of a woman's anatomy is any less capable of handling a piercing when performed by a skilled piercer than a man's. A loss of sensation is a risk, I do understand, but I've found that to be more of a problem with my vertical hood piercing long before getting my clit pierced. The piercing has only enriched my life sexually and helped to secure me in a more positive sense of my body.
The idea had come and gone from the front of my mind, but it lurked there in my subconscious for nearly a year. A vertical hood came, followed by 12 gauge nipples that left shortly after they arrived, which would return again but not until later.
I talked to my piercer, Sid, and felt comfortable with his ability to perform this somewhat less common piercing (when compared with the hood piercing). I had no doubts going into the procedure that my clitoris would be large enough to be pierced. I deliberated for a month or so after talking to him and finally mustered up the courage to make an appointment. My boyfriend agreed to go with me and away I went.
The details of my arrival are extremely blurry in my mind. I know that I paid $110 and filled out the usual paperwork. The counter guy initially told me that it'd be 80 or 90 bucks, I can't remember which but he assumed that I was getting my hood done when I said clit. Sid straightened him out however and things were set to go.
I just took off everything from the waist down... I think that I was still wearing my huge winter socks though. There wasn't any good reason to take them off except for feeling silly, which wasn't a good enough reason in my mind. I was more concerned about the forthcoming skewering than about the ridiculousness of my foot attire. He told me to scoot down further on the table and put my feet into the stirrups. I'm not particularly bashful so this part of things was not a problem for me. He was entirely professional then and has always been in my experiences with him. He never said anything about it, but I showered and shaved about 20 minutes before going over there. It seemed like it's the least that I could do.
And then I did something that I had never done before. I looked at the needle before it went into me. This freaked me out a considerable amount, although I never considered backing out.
Due to the way that I'm built, my outer labia keep things pretty covered up most of the time and even with my knees apart, they were still going to be in the way. I was operating on another plane of existence to keep from going insane but I *think* that he gave me a pair of latex gloves to put on to hold my labia out of the way. He could have handed me the Holy Grail and it wouldn't have registered with me at that point in the appointment.
I started taking some seriously deep breaths and kept closing my eyes and opening them with my breathing. I tried concentrating on the music in the room but it wasn't helping. I pictured a close friend of mine's face. I mentally drew each feature individually and imagined him talking me through it. I heard Sid's voice from a distance. He marked the clit. This hurt immensely and he had only touched it with tip of the marker at this point. It was an extremely sensitive organ for me already and all this attention had only "woken it up."
I kept saying my friend's name over and over to myself and imagining his face. I felt the tip of the needle barely graze the tissue as it was lined up- this sent an electric feeling through my body. And then for the longest and shortest of seconds that I will ever experience in my life, I felt the needle pass through me. Sid was very fast but it could not have been fast enough. I had no sense of what was going on now. I just wanted the jewelry in and the bead in place so that I could firmly clamp my legs together. I felt myself shaking. There was another surge of white, blank pain as the jewelry was put through. I shook some more but I knew that the experience was near an end. I had to consciously slow my breathing back down. I think that I smiled at him and after what seemed like forever, I carefully sat up and looked at it. I was in love. It looked absolutely perfect with my vertical hood piercing. The experience had NOT been orgasmic for me, far from it, but the residual ache was very good. It was somewhat similar to how it would feel after a long night of play.
I got dressed again and headed out to the counter to retrieve my purse and grin at my waiting boyfriend. I tipped Sid, although ten bucks didn't seem like nearly enough but being a college student does put on a number of financial constraints. Getting it done was enough of a splurge as it was.
I had an aftercare sheet to take with me, but I knew exactly how I would be taking care of it. I typically use the sea salt soaks that are generally professed on BME, but with genital piercings, I've had quite a bit of success just washing them normally and making a point of wearing cotton panties with a liner for the first week as to avoid unsightly spots on my pants and to keep the new ring from catching on the seams of my pants or lace of any prettier underwear that I had.
I had absolutely no problems with the healing and I haven't experienced any loss of sensation. I even regained what little I had lost from wearing a poorly sized piece of jewelry in my hood.
Since then I've stretched both piercings to sizes more suited for rougher play. Some individuals will endorse getting a piercing done with the size that you want in the first place, but for me, I've been very happy simply taking more care with the smaller gauge and then stretching slowly (assuming that the smaller gauge is 14, nothing ridiculously small). I first had my clit stretched from 14 to 12 by Sid, several months after I had it done and it had finished healing. While I recommend having things professionally done in many cases, this was not the best option for me. The tissue did not give as easily as my hood and was extremely sensitive. It hurt about as much to stretch it as it had been to get it pierced in the first place. Since then, I've found that additional stretches have been significantly better after long showers and some sexual stimulation. I always use a taper and plenty of lubrication- and never go more than one size up at a time. Currently, my clit is at 8 gauge and I'm very happy with it at this size. Not large enough to get in the way but large enough to withstand as much abuse as I want to give it.
I'm not made of glass. I made it through this experience and have something beautiful to show for it.