The second I stumbled upon BME and started looking through the semi-developed glossary, I fell in love with the Triangle piercing. It was something a little bit less obvious than the hood, and offered up a little more in return for it. Of course, at the time I had to coerce my mother into signing for something as simple as an eyebrow piercing, so it wasn't exactly in the rational realm of possibility to get it done at the time. Even after I turned the ripe old age of 18, I still had other things on my platter. I needed some ink, a couple of more simple piercings to take up my time and my money; that and I was getting laid pretty steadily and I really didn't want to cramp my style in that area of my life. My chance finally came on Saturday when my friends informed me that they were going up to see Monte to talk to him about a tongue web cutting venture. I hopped right on board, thinking that hey, maybe I'll just do that thing I've been putting off for years. I mean, hell, why not? Serves my boyfriend right for leaving town for ten days!
At A Glance Author RabidKitten Contact RabidKitten@bme.anon IAM RabidKitten When It just happened Artist Monte Studio Body Mods Location Omaha, NE I got off work (per usual), took a nap, and drove to my friend's house to start our journey to the great white north of Omaha where Monte's lovely little shop resides. We got there, and not only did he have a couple of people in line to get a jewelry change out and a lobe stretch, but my friends automatically started dominating conversation with him. They actually consumed over an hour of his time just bullshitting with him. Of course, if you know Monte, he bullshitted right back and despite my impatience, I was rather amused. However, sitting there in the waiting room I started to get nervous. As with all of my piercings, my hands started getting clammy, I started shaking, and my head started to hurt. By the time Monte was ready to check my anatomy, I was shaking so hard I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to stand up straight for him to check it out.
We walked into the piercing room, closing the door behind us. He instructed my to take down my pants and underwear and stand in front of him with my feet shoulder width apart. He then spent about ten minutes poking, prodding, pinching, and examining my anatomy to see if I was actually suited for the triangle I'd been so desperately wanting for years. As I'd feared, he got back to his feet and told me that my clitoris wasn't descended enough (big enough) for a triangle piercing with a ring. Because of the size of my outer labia, and how not prominent my actual clit/hood were, the ring would twist and make it very uncomfortable and it probably wouldn't heal well. He brought up the possibility that we might use a barbell instead, and if it were short enough, twisting would be minimized and it might heal up rather nicely. He measured me and determined that a half inch barbell would be the best length to properly fit without twisting, while still allowing for swelling during the healing process. Of course, he had just the thing; a mislabeled 14g, ½ inch barbell (it was labeled at 10g, silly Monte).
After that, I put my pants back on and went out to the waiting room to fill out my paperwork. My two guy friends that I'd brought with me just stared at me and said "and you want us to watch, right?" This was followed by a couple of "please, please, pleases." Both of them being aspiring piercers themselves, they wanted to see a female genital piercing done. At this point I was so nervous that the thought of anyone being in there to hold my hand was welcomed so I okayed both of them to come in and watch. We got done filling out paperwork and all filed back into the piercing room where I depantsed again and sat myself in the chair. Monte started to work at clamping it off in a way that would be comfortable placement and kept work at finding a clamp position that accommodated for how much the skin down there shifts. That's about the time my guy friends started questioning him about which clamps he preferred, which left me sitting there for another 10 minutes with a clamp half-way placed right at my clitoris. He finally made his marks and got ready. I started breathing right when I saw him pick up the needle. I usually stop breathing right after the needle goes in, which I was determined not to do this time. I started breathing and with a "deep breath in" and a "deep breath out" from Monte, the needle was in and I was trying not to arch my back too hard and jar the needle. A few seconds later, the jewelry was in and as he screwed on the right ball I felt the strangest feeling I'd ever felt getting pierced. It felt like the beginnings of an orgasm. I decided that it probably wasn't an appropriate time to see if it would actually happened so I kept concentrating on my breathing until Monte finally ok'd me to open my eyes and check out my new piercing. I was pleased as I've ever been with a piercing and happily, but carefully put back on my pants. The aftercare instructions were standard so he didn't bother to give me an aftercare sheet. Since then I've only really bumped it once, so the pain has been m °>ÃwŒë inimal. To be honest, you can't even see it just looking at me. You actually have to move the outer labia to see it. It's like a fun little, hidden surprise.
That'll teach my boyfriend to leave town.