At A Glance
Author	Asurfael
Contact	asurfael@asurfael.net
IAM	Asurfael
When	It just happened

My second play piercing session had been a success on many levels, but on some level it was still gnawing me. I was a bit tired when I did that, and whilst it got rid of my tiredness and stress it was also painful and I felt like I had to stop before I was done with it. My body gave up on me sooner than I had wanted it to. It always did, especially with the amount of stress I had been under lately. I wanted to get rid of that, if only for a short while. I was almost disappointed in myself even if I had also gained a lot.

I didn't have high hopes for this as my arms were already sore, but I'd bloody well try. I wouldn't have to force myself into it. I felt like I should be easily able to beat myself, and I still had that one thing left to take care of. I wanted to see what I'd be able to do comfortably. It was kind of like that common event in sports - you did the best you could do under the circumstances, but you're still disappointed because it wasn't the best you can do overall. Whilst play piercing for me isn't competitive, of course, I just knew I could do it better. I wanted to test my endurance with it. I wanted the sour taste out of my mouth.

I woke up early that morning. I cooked up some food to make sure I would have eaten properly, and lay down on the bed to watch television for a while. I went outside for a walk, breathing the crisp, cold air. I felt rejuvenated. The only thing I could think of now was to do a play piercing session with very little distress on me, and to rid myself of the little gnawing voice inside my head saying "you've left something unfinished. You can do better." I came back and showered enjoying the warm water, and washed the areas I'd pierce with mild soap. It was a perfect day, and a perfect time for play piercing. Instead of feeling really nervous I felt light as a feather when I started.

I was filming the experience, so I turned the camera on (with it plugged to the TV so I could see what I was doing while I was doing it, too). I started with 20g needles through the skin of my forearm. I had put twenty of those and ten 25g ones on the chair next to me, figuring it should be more than enough for me. Just in case I placed the rest of the needles in their packages right under the chair so I'd be able to easily reach for more, even if I didn't think I'd need them.

My arms were sore and bruised, and it hurt, but the pain felt comfortable. I pierced both of my forearms right above the wrist with three needles each. I decided I wouldn't put more pressure on the forearms for now as they had taken abuse before, and that I should concentrate on something that felt more new. I had also discovered my shoulders as a perfect spot to pierce. The skin was almost as loose as above the wrists, and a bit more sensitive. In addition it wouldn't show if my sleeves were to raise up for a bit by accident.

So after three needles through each of my forearms I concentrated on my right shoulder (I'm left handed). I spaced the needles out a bit less than half an inch away from each other. After maybe 10-15 needles I decided to take a break with my shoulder (as it was starting to get red and sore), and put the 10 25g needles through the skin right next to the pubic mound. That felt surprisingly good, especially going right next to the rather thick veins I've got on the area. With that done I put two 20g needles through my left shoulder, but quickly gave up on that. My right hand was able to do it, but it was slow and more cumbersome than putting the needles through the forearm. I was running out of needles, so I took another package of ten needles and put it on the chair next to me. I added another two or three needles to my forearms. After that I continued with the right shoulder.

Just as I put the 40th needle of the session through the skin on my shoulder I was starting to feel like I was done. The last few had been increasingly painful, mostly because I had almost 20 needles through my shoulder already spaced less than half an inch away from each other. It wasn't the bad kind of pain, but I was starting to feel like I had had enough. I hadn't realized how much time had passed by since I had started until at that point I got a flashing "5 min" on the television monitor. I was running out of the 60 minute tape. I looked at the needles for a while, with my skin swollen up and red. But they looked so beautiful, like yellow gems all over my skin. Through my skin. They were gorgeous, and for the first time in my life I felt truly at ease with it. I knew what I was doing it for, and why I was doing it, and more importantly why wasn't I doing it. I had no doubts.

I would have liked to keep my newfound pretty jewelry there for a bit longer, but I also wanted the blood on the tape. So I started taking them out, this time faster than usual. I had had my fun with the needles, and all that was left to do was to take them out and just enjoy the show. For the first time I truly felt just happy and at ease with what I had done. I couldn't help but stare at the monitor, thinking it was such a shame the moment didn't last for longer. It wasn't an endorphin rush. It didn't make me anxious or overly joyous. It just made me feel calm.

So I started taking the needles out of the forearm, and after that the pubic mound and shoulders. My right forearm bled for quite a bit. I had blood dripping down to my thighs, and unfortunately also on the chair (which I had chosen because it'd be easy to clean if that happened). My right shoulder bled moderately despite the heavy abuse it took, and the bleeding from my left forearm was pretty moderate, too. The left shoulder and pubic mound didn't bleed all that much. On the shoulder I simply didn't hit many veins with it, but with the pubic mound the blood didn't flow with enough force to come out of the tiny holes. I have impressive bruising on that area right now, even if it's not swollen.

I smeared the blood around on my skin, also letting it flow freely. This created beautiful shapes on my skin, and covered over half of the skin that was visible on the screen. I moved closer to the camera to show some of the detail, and then I ran out of film. I spent the next while collecting the used needles off the floor and putting them back into the plastic container tubes they came in. After that I spent a while looking at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked beautiful with my white skin contrasting with my black hair and my red blood that had for the most of it dried already. It was a beautiful dark shade of red, but not yet black or brown. This had truly felt like a success. After the blood had dried I took one of the needles I had used, and lightly carved some text on my chest (not enough to give me scarring once it heals, but enough to draw blood). I shot a short video showing that on another tape.

During the last clips I shot on the video a minor accident happened. Well, depends on how you look at it, I guess. I was naked in the living room, covered in blood. I had set up the chair right next to a window to get natural lighting to the video. This had an unfortunate side effect. I took a glance out of the window, and saw the lady next door standing on the balcony with her eyes wide open. This was a small bee sting. Whilst it didn't hurt, it brought momentarily a really uncomfortable feeling to me. It made me realize that what I had just done wasn't normal after all. I felt a slight sting of guilt more than anything, with a small hint of shame (what if she talks to my family about this?). I watched as she left the balcony, and the guilt quickly went away. This was my perfect day, and I wouldn't let anything ruin it.

I shot a couple of more of quick clips to the video, and smiling walked downstairs. The incident with the neighbour had also made me realize how in the end it wouldn't matter much. After all, I would have no way of telling who'd be viewing the videos I shot in the future. All I could do was to be proud of myself, and take the positive feelings it gives me. I breathed in the steamy air that smelled like blood, and looked down at the pink water going down the drain. I felt alive, and proud of that.