At A Glance
Author	Freki
Contact	Freki@bme.anon
When	A week ago
Artist	Robert Valenti
Studio	Polymorph
Location	Newtown (a suburb of Sydney), Australia

Background:

I am in my early 30s, married, with a child. Physically, I am a healthy weight, neither skinny nor overweight. I suppose I am fairly attractive (for my age) but I do not play that card (I don't wear much make-up or wear heels, etc), so I guess one could say I come across as being reasonably conservative. The idea to get the piercing came about in the late months of 2007, when my husband told me he would like it if I got a nipple piercing. I thought about it for a few minutes and said I did not like the idea, and remarked that I would be more likely to consider a genital piercing. This was the seed. The more I thought about it and the more online research we did, the more I (and we) liked the idea.

I had no other piercings at the time of getting the HHP done – other than standard earlobe piercings, which had closed up in my late teens.

Day 1:

I am delighted with it! Managed to find the courage to overcome modesty and discuss my genitals with two unknown fellows (from Polymorph) with little embarrassment (Rob was extremely nice, his attitude and expertise really helped to make the actual piercing experience completely positive), this is the first thing that pleases me. The second is that I managed to go through the piercing procedure with relative dignity; it hurt quite a bit for about 10 seconds, at which point I gasped with shock (oddly, whenever I think about this bit now I feel kind of turned on – because of the blood and the pain – why?), but then it was really quite fine. What pleases me more than anything is the piercing itself, which is wonderful! It actually looks quite deeply set. It is ultra feminine and strangely empowering. I have never really given much thought to my genitals before, from an aesthetic point of view, but the way the ring makes them look is really fabulous. For the first time in my life I feel proud of my genitals. I feel like the ring is a celebration of my clitoris, and as corny as that would sound to me pre-piercing, I really think that is a wonderful thing. For most of my life I have spent a great deal of time putting myself down. There is something so affirmative about this piercing, so joyful, so daring (with just the faintest suggestion of S&M), that makes me feel so very happy about it. Aesthetically and emotionally it has exceeded my expectations.

Day 5:

Still bleeding. Still really like the actual piercing but some of the positive experiences have washed away a bit. I have this hideous voice telling me that I had no right to get it done (that is, maybe only subculture enthusiasts should be getting these done – what right have I?); I am too ugly to have something so sexy; maybe it is pathetic that I got it done – I am not young enough, not good looking enough for this kind of thing. This anxious feeling sweeps over me and I don't know that I have the guts to have this piercing...

Physically, the almost continual state of arousal seemed to come to a close on the evening of day 3. The swelling also appeared to go down around then. Perhaps importantly (so far as the interesting feelings of post-piercing arousal go), I had to collect myself so I could go to work the next day. I have not noticed the piercing so overwhelmingly since then, although if I lie or sit in a particular way (I am not entirely sure which positions, it seems kind of random right now) I do feel this slight feeling of pleasure in my clitoris and I feel almost convinced that this is the piercing. The thing is, I still can't be sure that all this arousal isn't the reaction of my mind to the piercing. I just can't figure out what is physical and what is mental. The fascinating experience I had on the evening on day 2 (which would be too explicit and personal for me to feel comfortable recounting, suffice to say I tried, and enjoyed, something I had never thought I would - it was very hard-core) was no doubt largely a result of my mental response to the piercing. That makes me suspect even more strongly that my mind is a huge factor in all this.

Day 7:

Have got myself together and faced my demons (the self-deprecating voice). I still love the piercing: it looks so feminine. I also like the fact that, as a result of the piercing, not only do I now know more about my own anatomy, I also know more about myself. This is not the right venue for a detailed description of how I "faced my demons" (which my feelings about the piercing unexpectantly brought to the fore), suffice to say, I did, and I am glad for it.

Physically, the bleeding seems to have finally stopped (it bled for 5 days). It is comfortable, I only notice it when I stretch my legs above my waist (this can include squatting), at which point I feel a slight tenderness. I have had less of those moments where I feel it in a pleasurable way – it seems to me that perhaps my clitoris needs to swell up (due to arousal) in the first place in order for that sensation to occur, at which point I think the piercing enhances the pleasure.