Well, I'm new to this site and have just been reading, with much amusement, other peoples experiences of inner labial piercings. I feel thus compelled to share mine with you. I have always been an avid promoter of the Do It Yourself method, having had no real trouble in the past (okay, so my septum is a little wonky but thats because I don't own any clamps and I couldn't fit my fingers up my nostrils!). To say I'm an ex-nurse I'm a little slack on the old aseptic technique thing too. I guess I'm just lazy and I have the attitude of 'well, if it all goes wrong I can only blame myself'. Ooh, I can hear the collective wincing of all the professional piercers out there as they read that last statement!
At A Glance Author bad lass Contact bad lass@bme.anon When A week ago Artist self Studio in my room Location yorkshire, UK Anyway, back to the story of my labia. All my piercings are above the neck and I've always fancied a genital piercing so when I got with a body piercer, I thought 'wicked!' I ran out and bought a 2.2mm cannula needle and a 1.6mm BCR and hurried back. There I was in the 'I'm about to pop out a baby' position, with a face to match and there he was with an expression similar to one worn by a cat thats just licked the Soya Dreem of the top of your cornflakes when your back was turned. I bottled it! I'm not very good at letting people pierce me. I get the fear really intensely and it's all over too quickly.. I know that sounds like a contradiction. You have to know me to understand! Anyway, I tried doing it myself but my heart wasn't in it and I gave up, somewhat disappointed. For weeks I tried. I'd lock my door, get out my needle, sit on my bed (oh, I'd wash my hands first, of course), grasp my labia in fingers that would soon become too sweaty to be effective clamp substitutes, touch the needle to my skin, wince and abandon it. Over the weeks I acquired 4 new facial piercings this way!! They were no substitute for a labial piercing.
Now it was personal! I was going to get a damn BCR in that damn labia if it was the last damn thing I ever damn-well did, goddamn it! So, I had a bath to psyche myself up. Did the usual preparation.. get my needle out and the jewelry, drop my trousers and plonk my arse on the bed. I took my left inner labia and pulled it taught. Instantly, I got the old sweaty hand thing and subsequently allowed my labia to slip from my grip several times (I can only imagine its like trying to pluck a slug out of a vat of olive oil). Once again, I touched the needle to my skin and squeaked. Right, enough was enough! What was I? Some kind of big, wimpy pussy? Ooh, when I get mad, thats it!! So, I battled for a while trying to hold the labia without it slipping and managed to get the needle to break the skin on one side before it evaded my pathetic grip and returned to the sanctity of my partially shaven haven! Bugger! Right, gloves off (the proverbial boxing ones, that is)!! I grabbed an appl e which I had taken up as an after-piercing treat, and cut a chunk out of it over which I stretched my now purple labia. I grabbed the needle, rammed it through, hit the roof, then laughed, punched the air with great exclamations of 'yes! yes!!' God, knows what my housemates thought as they knew I was in my room alone. And it bled. Lots. But I like blood so it was quite satisfying. Then the bit we all dread.. getting the ball on the ring. With sweaty and now bloody fingers I did battle and finally, after lots of swearing, felt that satisfying 'click' as it locked in place. Ooh I was so happy. Euphoric! The added bonus is that it has curtailed my habit of shagging same-sex friends at parties, thus preserving my dignity, as it is still quite sore. I'm out of bounds, and yes, peeing involves an element of fear and tension too. My brain has to manually over-ride the body's desire to not void the bladder, knowing the poor pussy is in for an alkalinic dowsing.
But I have plans. Big plans. I want a few on each labia and a hood bar, but I want to be able to padlock them together. I'll make sure I do my other labia just before that party I've been invited to next week. Oh, and be warned, if some strange, punky pierced lass approaches you and drops a key in your lap, drink up or do a runner!!