I've submitted a story to this site before. The story was from when I had my nipple pierced. That was a shocking experience for me, but another experience altogether. This experience did not shock me, though I expected it would. I was to be pierced, not in a studio, but for fun. A couple of my close friends are into play piercing. I have two holes in each ear (one set done by myself) and a nipple piercing. Piercing to me is a very special thing. Driving a needle through your flesh might seem violent, but in a way, it is a spiritual thing. It makes me realize that I CAN do what I doubt. The human body is amazing.
At A Glance Author steffy Contact steffy@bme.anon When It just happened Artist myself Studio my friends home Location miami fl I reported to my friend Michelle's house around 9pm. I was invited over to see something "totally crazy." I entered the house feeling a little apprehensive. What could she mean by that explanation? When I entered the room, Michelle was standing on a chair, mostly naked, laughing with a couple of other people I didn't know. Upon close inspection, I noticed she had needles in her back. Not needles, no, but MANY needles. In between the needles it seemed she had strung something- a ribbon. She was wrapped like a birthday present. I've seen corsetry pictures on this site before, so I figured that's what it was. I asked if it had hurt, and was really interested in it. I love actual corsets, and a corset on skin? It looked fantastic, better than the pictures, and better than it sounds.
I asked if I could try something like that- it looked neat, and apparently, "it didn't hurt at all." Less than five minutes later, I had my shirt off and was seated on the floor looking nervous. Michelle's friend guaranteed he'd done this many times before, and I had nothing to worry about. Andrew, as I believe his name was, drew on my back with permanent marker, some kind of design, many dots. I couldn't see and I started breathing fast. Michelle told me they weren't touching the needles yet, to calm down. They rubbed an endless amount of alcohol on my back. It seemed my back was covered and dripping. The marker had started to run a bit so they hurried it up. I looked straight ahead and asked when they were going to put any needles in my back.
Michelle crawled up and sat next to me and held my hand to talk to me. We were talking about nonsense it seems when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I jumped, feeling like I had been stung by something. Andrew had placed the first needle. Tears ran down my face. It wasn't THAT bad, I told myself, just a tiny gauge anyways. For the next few minutes I gritted my teeth and tried to smile as tears poured out of my eyes and sharp pricks filled my back. Then, I became dizzy. Six needles were in my back at that point- four on one side, and two on the other. I was done. I decided not to go the whole way as I was feeling a bit sick. Still, looking in the mirror at my punctured back was an experience. Blood dripped slowly, but it looked alright. I remarked it was something like being a reptile, seeing those bumps in my back and the needles through my skin.
Fooling around, I had 10 needles inserted into the top of my arms. I know this isn't much to some, but every experience is different, and to me this was a big deal. I remember trying to roll a pen down my arm, licking the blood off, trying again. There was less blood than I imagined, more than the pictures show. But blood is not something I am afraid of. I like the way it looks. My back was still bleeding a little bit, so Michelle dabbed it off occasionally. We took a few pictures of each other and one together.
The needles remained in only for about 10 more minutes, when both Michelle and I had ours taken out. I loved her piercing, and I do want to try again. This time, I will be braver. Amazing what we can subject ourselves to, and still come out smiling.
In the morning, I had bled a bit on Michelle's blanket, tiny drops. I looked in the mirror and was at first scared of the red dots on my arms, and the bigger, redder, somewhat black and blue marks on my back. I realized that they would fade in time, and Michelle had them as well, so I wasn't worried. I have to remember to cover up now, but under the shirt, I know exactly what's there- evidence of a night of personal courage and daring.