I pierced my own clit hood. For over a year now, I've been wanting a vertical hood piercing more than anything, but wouldn't go to a shop to get it done, because, for me, there's just something so badass about poking a hole through my naughty places myself. Besides, the way I saw it, if I didn't have the balls to just do it, why chicken out and let someone else have all the fun? Back at the ass end of February I received my tax return, (sweet), and after paying the "important adult things" off, I set aside some money to blow. There's this website, called painful pleasures.com, that specializes in tattooing and piercing equipment, and they sell to individuals as well as piercing studios. I've had my eye on the piercing tools I'd need for the job for months now, but could never justify spending the 15-17 dollars on something unnecessary. So, one Sunday night, I sat down with my bank card, quickly added the two 12 gauge needles, (for another piercing I have planned), the 12 gauge, (duh), 6mm long with 5mm balls barbell, and the receiving tube. Before I could talk myself out of it, I entered my card information and hit the purchase button. It was all I could do to contain my squeal of delight and nervousness. Now it was time to wait.
At A Glance Author Sparrow Contact sparrowtalk@hotmail.com When A month ago Artist me Studio my bedroom My stomach was doing flip flops all week waiting for that special package in the mail. The anticipation was so much worse than when I was a kid waiting for a glimpse of Santa Clause. Every morning, I barely convinced my inner child to walk calmly to the mailbox, always feeling disappointed when it wasn't there. On the next Saturday morning, I opened my eyes and just knew. Decorum lost in my excitement, I leaped out of bed and ran to the door. Lo and behold, there it was, that perfect manila colored package sitting in my mailbox. Finally, it was here! After gleefully dancing around with my much anticipated present to myself for a minute, I gave up on the foreplay and tore through the bubble wrap. Inside was exactly what I expected when it came to the receiving tube and piercing needles, but the jewelry was so tiny, and oh so cute. I marveled at the tiny size for a moment before setting my tools to the side to ready for the main event.
I quickly set up the "work station", (my bed, with an upturned basket as a table). After washing my hands and sterilizing the jewelry and receiving tube, ( the needles come in sterile packaging), I sat spread wide, carefully placing a few mirrors against the bundled bedspread. I admired my beautiful "virgin" vagina one last time in the mirror, then set to work. I marked a dot for the placement I wanted, slipped the receiving tube snugly under my hood, popped the needle and jewelry through, and that was that. ... Wrong! What no one had mentioned in the self piercing experiences I had read was how much the receiving tube loved to slide around. Right as I was mustering up the courage to push the needle down, it would move. As the hours passed, I was becoming less and less amused. I was determined to do it right, however, so I kept up the fight. After SIX HOURS, my legs and hood were sore, so I decided enough was enough, ditched the receiving tube, grabbed my hood carefully between the thumb and middle finger of my left hand, and the thumb and ring finger of my right, placing my left index finger under my hood to avoid piercing something that I DID NOT want poked. After a few breaths and that awful pit in the stomach feeling I always get before I pierce my skin, I pushed. Now, I knew it would hurt, but what I wasn't prepared for was the kind of hurt. Like a pinch so hard u feel your hood "crunch". A crunchy pinch if you will. It did ache, in a dull, hot way, but the pain wasn't that bad. The odd feeling is what totally messed up my momentum, and I'm embarrassed to say, I almost wimped out. I could feel the very tip of the needle poking my finger, but I had stopped pushing after I felt the "crunchy" sensation. Now it was starting to burn, and I was beginning to panic. Yea, big tough me, panicking over a little bitty needle. I started chanting , "just do it, just do it, JUST FUCKING DO IT YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" over and over in my head. I pushed with what seemed all my might, and it was through. Also poking my finger a bit, but I figured it was a small price to pay, considering what else would have been poked instead. I checked out my handiwork in the mirror, and was pleased to see it was dead center, but I couldn't just leave the needle in. So once again, I gathered my courage, placed the threaded end of the needle into the hollow end of the needle, and as quickly as I could pushed that bad boy into place. Now I was bleeding profusely onto my sheets, cursing myself for forgetting to put a towel down. I spent a few minutes trying to get the ball on, but it was too slippery because of the blood, and I was distracted somewhat by the strangest sensation of "hot chills" running up and down my back. That part was really quite nice, but I concur. After waiting for the flow to die down some, I screwed it on as fast as I could, and TA-DA! After admiring it in the mirror, I gingerly got up and walked to the bathroom to shower, giggling happily to myself as the endorphins rushed through me.
Surprisingly, I felt no new sensation at all, no pain or anything. I only noticed it when I sat funny with no underwear on, (by the way, new piercings LIKE panties), or forgot and wiped too hard. After about two weeks, I could touch it with no trace of the tale-tell "itching" of healing.
Only recently have I been rewarded with the legendary powers of the mighty vertical hood piercing. Bumpy roads are deliciously fun now, running up and down stairs has a new fun bounce to it, and I won't even go into it's uses as a fun toy during "alone" time, or with my boyfriend. (After he was properly tutored, of course). I think the experience was totally worth it, and if you're thinking of doing this, DO IT! You can always take it out if for some insane reason you don't like it. If you're doing it yourself, definatly talk to a piercer and do research, research, RESEARCH! I hope my experience has amused you, and above all, informed you. Even if you don't get to feel the "superpowers" of this wonderful piercing, you'll always smile gleefully to yourself in the grocery store line, knowing you have metal in your naughty bits.