At A Glance Author Aquarius Contact Aquarius@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Cannon Studio Acme Body Piercing Location Cincinnati, OH
I am your average "American Woman." I use this term loosely, because while being a beautiful conglomeration of millions of female characteristics, I am not naive enough to believe that many conservative republican women would want me comparing myself to them (at least in public). Now, while this may seem away from the point, I have used it as a prelude to my liberal piercing insight. I am twenty-one years old, the mother of the most precious two-year old in the world, a part time college student, a full time Real Estate Assistant, and a full time obsessive/compulsive everything! Once again, I state these facts to make a point: stereotypically piercings are for "punks, weirdos, and freaks" and damnit of the three, I am only the latter! Then again, this is is my personal opinion, and not necessarily that of others! The fact is everyone is has a "Streak of Freak" and only some of us use our bodies as canvas for our "outlets" so to speak. Personally this sounds so much mo re expressive and sensible than say, I don't know, uhm...Hitler, Dahmer, etc. But I am a damn good example of the girl next door doing something "different."
So-there was my f#@king introductory speech, let's get to the good shit!
Thursday January 3rd I decided I could "use some action" I had time and time again contemplated having my clit pierced and when my mind scampered onto it this Thursday afternoon, I grabbed the phone and called the only place I would contemplate voluntarily being punctured: Acme Body Piercing. (They are great!) I set up an appointment for the following Tuesday. I could barely sleep that weekend, I had dreams about getting it done, I had painful dreams, ecstatic dreams, and my own female version of a wet dream. Not too bad considering that all I had done was scheduled an appointment via phone. Well, Tuesday January 8th finally came and I couldn't keep still. My appointment was at 2:00, and by 11:30 I had already gotten myself out of work and on my way.
Pulling up, I was a ball of excitement, nerves, and femenine juices (I couldn't help it) I waltzed in and began my decision making process. It had already been determined that I would not do the clit itself, but rather the hood. Now I had to decide whether I wanted a vertical or horizontal piercing, and then what jewelry would adorn my awaiting "cookie." I decided on a vertical piercing within seconds (I had looked them up on BME)and finding the perfect jewelry took even less time. I chose a pink stud embedded with a pink jewel...perfect! "Pink is my signature color" (Julia Roberts Steel Magnolias)
After my piercer was ready, and I had made a trip to the potty we got to the job at hand. Cannon, my piercer was great; very calming, explanative, and patient...damn good qualities if you ask me! We talked pain, pleasure, and after care(among other necessities) then
I struck the OB/GYN pose and took a few lamaze-like breaths to keep calm. Considering my excitement, and nervousness, I think I kept my cool, but between us my stomach was "all a flutter" (for lack of better explanation) Cannon made the dot on my hood, which determined where the needle would go, I checked it out, agreed, and leaned back eagerly awaiting my "new friend" Cannon is not a "sneaker-upper" and gave full step-by-step details about the process. He said something along the lines of "okay, now," or "here goes," whatever and then I felt a sharp pain in my girlie region. The best comparisson I can think of is peeing with a bladder infection, yet not as bad. The pain lasted about 5 seconds, never to be felt again. When the needle went through I let out a startled gasp (as if the damn guy with the chain saw had just finally come out at a haunted house. You know he's gonna come, and your anticipation ends up being the biggest cause for your outburst) After the stud was slid through, I sat up and looked at my new friend, then hopped off of the bed/chair and did a little dance of joy around the room. After peeking a couple more times, I got dressed much to my dismay. I snapped a shot of the room where "it had all taken place," and then had my picture taken with "the man" Mr. Cannon himself. After receiving some sea salts for soaking, an after-care brochure, and a sucker (man I love that place), I paid...without even cringing (I'm a tight-wad) and said good-bye. I stepped outside smiling and snapped one last photo, this one of the store-front, and then nearly tap-danced to my car (oh-and I didn't even walk like John Wayne). On the way to my Lexus (yeah right) I popped into a neighboring adult novelty store and purchased myself a couple of "treats" for being such a good girl (no way could I go two weeks without getting some, even if it did come from box).
Stopping by the houses of all of my friends to show off my little guy concluded that day of vaginal indulgement...that night of it ended a little different though! I would definately recommend this piercing to a friend, and I would definately go for support (and just to see it happen to someone else)
To all of you interested in getting it done the pain was far less than I had ever imagined, and I am yet to feel any pain since the initial stick. So-Go for it! Good Luck!
V
AKA Aquarius