Category: piercings

>HNT: lazy afternoon


Things have been so busy here… so much going on.
Its always nice to take time out to lay in bed..
even when its a wee bit chilly….


>HNT: silver balls


Less is more?

>You can find part 1 here.

Valentine’s Day rolled around… it was the first day of our vacation. We didn’t leave the house till the afternoon.. I believe close to one or two. I could feel the nerves welling up inside of me…. but strangely enough.. not nearly as bad as I had expected. I really assumed that I was going to be a ball full of nervousness… but really… it never was overwhelming.

Ben made sure that I wanted to do it… said that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to… but I had… what.. almost five months leading up to this one day. I wanted to. The idea of them wasn’t my idea to begin with… and had he never mentioned it.. I never would have done it on my own accord. Somehow over those months… it became something I really wanted too. Can’t complain about that 🙂

We got downtown, where the shop was. We had to park in a garage several blocks away… but it wasn’t too terrible of a walk. We parked and arm in arm.. we walked down the street… chatting and enjoying our day out. The rain was a gentle sprinkle… and so we were okay without an umbrella. We did… however… walk under any canopies we passed by.

We got to the place… and with a deep breath… we pushed into the shop. At the counter was two people… a guy and a girl. I didn’t make eye contact… I didn’t say anything… but the idea of telling a complete stranger I wanted to get my nipples pierced slightly embarrassed me. Even so, I waltzed up to the counter with Ben… and said just that.

The guy… Charlie… started out by explaining that they didn’t pierce with anything but bars… and used Tygon. This I already knew. He pulled out the beads I could choose from and laid them out on the counter. I told him I wanted something blue… and he pointed me to the few options I had. I ended up deciding on a silver ball with blue gems in them.

He took some initial information… said he was going to sterilize the jewelry and handed me a clip board to fill out some more stuff. Ben and I strolled to the couches where he looked through their portfolio. I finished up the paper work pretty quickly… and sat and waited. I took off my jacket.. I was warm… I’m thinking from the nerves. I was actually doing this. It seemed a bit crazy.

Charlie called us back into their piercing room. We chatted… in a way that was familiar about pets and stuff. It was kinda weird.. but really good.. as it put my worries at bay. I didn’t get time to get all worked out and crazy. He was very good like that. He also asked if I was nervous or excited. I laughed that uneasy sort of laugh.. and said nervous for sure.

When he got all the stuff set up… he said he’d step out and let me get undressed and get comfortable. I remember feeling kinda strange… taking off my shirt and bra.. and sitting in this chair so that some guy could stick a metal needle through my nipples. Strange indeed.

When I got settled, Ben went and got him. Charlie had me stand up with my arms at my sides. He marked each side of my nipple then had me settle back in. More chatting went on. He asked me if I was feeling okay- I was… and just ready to be done.

He put these tiny scissor shaped forceps on my right nipple. He asked if they were too tight…. in my head.. I laughed… I certainly have had worse. I told him they were fine. He told me to just keep breathing and not tense up… it would only hurt worse. I couldn’t look at him… or down… I just looked straight at Ben, who held my hand and looked compassionately down at me with a smile.

Then.. it was time… he counted down.. and through my nipple the needle went. I tried hard to breath…. but it was hard not to squeeze Ben’s hand. I was going to a tough cookie and not cry or scream… no way. I did… intake air and make a sound…. the kinda sound you make when you’re trying not to panic. Then the right one was done. Again, I was asked if I was doing alright… I was… let’s keep going.

Onto the left. Same as before… I kept breathing… but never felt an adrenaline rush. Too bad too. Again…. the forceps… the count down… and the needle ripped out a piece of me. This time… it hurt much worse. I still didn’t scream… but man was I glad we were done.

I could get dressed now… and I was going to do so carefully. Charlie said to sit for a few to make sure I didn’t feel dizzy or what not. When I felt confident I could stand with no issues… I stood and felt dizzy almost immediately. I grabbed onto Ben’s arms as my world spun. Charlie asked if I was doing okay and then said to sit for a bit longer. He went and got me a glass of water to help.

After a few minutes… I stood slowly and got redressed. It was done…. I had pierced nipples.

After we paid…. we pushed out of the store onto the streets of downtown… and I felt awesome. The piercings didn’t hurt nearly as much as I had expected… the worst part was certainly the actually piercing.

It’s an odd thing walking down the street with a secret piercing of sorts…. and you know.. and you feel like the whole world should know. I know that I love my piercings. I never thought I would so much… but I do. I’m so glad I got them. I’ve been so fortunate in my healing process too… I’ve had no issues and no soreness to speak of.

So that’s my tale… of something that would have never been had it not been for Ben…

>Sometime in October…. Ben asked me how I felt about nipple piercings. I told him that the idea kinda scared me… that I’d never just get them done just for me. I mean… obviously this is something that would hurt very, very much. He also asked if I’d ever get it done.. that he thought nipple piercings were hot. This, of course, was a huge motivator to do it… as I like doing things that my husband thinks is hot.

After some thought.. I agreed to get it done.

The first hold off came as soon as I decided to do it. With my surgery on the horizon.. I couldn’t them done. So we decided that after, we’d do it. When the time came… it was Christmas and we needed to focus on spending our money on presents… it would have to wait some more.

New Year’s Eve rolled around… we had a poker party. There was a mixed bag of attendees. One of the people that came was a friend of a friend. Cool chick though. She had her navel pierced several weeks before with something called Tygon. She said that it cut down her heal time considerably. We chatted briefly about it… as my sister was there.. and I wasn’t wanting her to know why I was asking. She just wouldn’t get it. I decided that later on, I’d email her and ask more. She just raved about the place she got it done…. and so when I went to decide where to get it done…I checked them out.

As 2010 rolled around… we were wanting to take a vacation… after being burnt out with work. I decided that we’d wait for vacation to do the piercing.. just in case I was going to be sore. I didn’t exactly want to be working with sore tits lol. We planned to take the week of Valentine’s Day off. The closer we got to it.. the more excited and nervous I got. I was pretty worked up about it… the last piercing I had didn’t exactly work out so well. I think it lasted less than six months. I just really didn’t wanna go through the pain of getting them pierced and then not having them very long.. but I was willing to give it a go.

As the week approached… Ben and I talked about Valentine’s Day and what our plan was. Ben thought it’d be cool to go down to Portland and spend the day there and get my piercings. And so… that was the plan. Yes, I could still back out… but by then.. I wasn’t doing it just to make him happy… I really wanted to get them done.

Even when the day approached…. I was super nervous……