Tattoos and Piercings

On the occasion of my 18th birthday, Nikki and I drove to a town near us (Franklin) specifically so I could get a tattoo and get my nipples pierced.  I’d been wanting both for quite some time.  But, like many states, Tennessee required you to be 18 to get either of those without parental consent, and I wasn’t about to ask my folks if I could get holes poked through my boobs!  So I was forced to wait until I was no longer underage to have mine done.

I had gotten my belly button pierced when I was 14, with my parents’ consent, of course.  I’d also gotten my ears pierced multiple times over the course of my high school days.  At one time I had three piercings in one ear and four in the other, including a rook and a tragus.  Today, I still have a rook in my left ear in addition to double lobe piercings on both ears.

I also got a tattoo when I was 16.  I’d wanted one for a while and had been begging my parents to allow me to get it.  My dad was sort of against it; my mom didn’t care.  Of course, she has two herself, so it’d be a bit hypocritical for her to argue against me getting one.  She was finally able to convince him to let me get one if it was “small and unobtrusive.”  I decided to get a small butterfly on my ankle.  I always wore anklets during the summer, especially when I was working as a lifeguard at the pool, and I thought it’d make my ankle that much more sexier (yes, I even thought of that kind of stuff when I was that age – I was there to attract boys in addition to saving a life or two).  My dad was furious that I’d gotten it on such a visible part of my body, though. 

The one I ended up getting was only about a half inch wide.  The colors didn’t show up very well, though, and from a distance people would often confuse it with a mole.  I ended up having it lasered off when I was 18.  Now you can’t even tell it had been there, really, unless you’re down there getting ready to suck my toes or something.

Anyway, I’d been planning my new markings for a good year or so.  I’d taken a tattoo design I sort of liked from the Internet and modified it to make it a personal design for me.  I’d even stopped by the studio to talk with the guy who’d be doing it a couple of times to get some ideas about it to make sure it showed up well when it was finally inked onto my skin.  It was to be seated on my lower back.  Despite the reputation those kind of tattoos had, I found them to be quite sexy and that was where I wanted mine.

When my birthday arrived, I didn’t want a party – I wanted to get in the car and drive into town to get my body work done. I remember that day very vividly.  Sunday, August 17, 2003.   One the most physically painful days of my life.

I had an appointment to get my new ink done and both of my boobs metaled up – I was going to go full tilt into adulthood by marking up my body. In retrospect, I probably wouldn’t do that today, but if I could go back and tell my 17-year old self that I don’t think I would listen even now.

The artist took a good hour and a half to draw and ink my lower back.  Since it was on the thin skin right over my spine, it was quite painful.  It wasn’t anything I couldn’t endure, though, and I managed to grimace my way through it without much complaint.  He had an interesting mirror set up so I could see him work and make sure it was looking like I wanted it as he went about his business.  I am still quite proud of it to this day.

When that was done and taped up, I headed over to the piercer’s side of the building.  She explained the procedure to me and looked at my nipples.  She told me that it was probably going to hurt a good bit, but having done my research I was prepared for that. Or so I thought.

As the tech was preparing the equipment, we could see how big the needle was and it even looked like it was going to hurt!  Nikki and I looked at each other with that “Holy shit” look.  I sat down on the chair as she assembled her equipment and got down to business.

She took the forceps and pinched my nipple tightly.  I winced a little.  As she prepared to push the needle through, she asked me if I was ready, and told me to take a deep breath.  I nodded my head and inhaled deeply.  She pushed that huge, huge needle through the meat of my nipple and I screamed louder than I have during any sex I’d had before or have had since.  That still ranks as the single most physically painful experience of my life – a very slow burning feeling.

At that point I wasn’t quite the pain slut that I am today.  I knew my nipples were sensitive, but fucking hell, that hurt.  It literally brought tears to my eyes.  I pretty much decided right then that I was just going to get the right one done and skip the left one for the time being.  And she wasn’t even done – she had to push it the rest of the way through with the ring.  Oh, gosh.  When she was done, she lavished me with usual rhetoric about taking care of it, not fucking with it, etc.  I wasn’t to wear a bra or tight shirts for a few days, or sleep on my tummy.  Blah, blah, blah.

Once it started to heal, though, I just couldn’t leave it alone.  I was so infatuated with it, and played with it in spite of the warnings I’d received.  And, as you might expect, it never really healed properly.  I look back on how stupid I was at that point and wish I could do it over, but of course, I can’t.  So I ended up having to take it out and allowing my nipple to heal. That made me cry almost as much as having it put in.

About a year later, I decided to have it repierced.  And, again, the procedure was incredibly painful.  Once more I elected to have just the right one done.  This time I made it a point to leave it alone until it really healed.  I went a good six weeks without even looking at a bra.  That meant occasionally going out in public with just a shirt over my bare boobs.  You can actually tell when someone has a nip piercing if you know what you’re looking for, by the way.

After I’d allowed it to heal really well, it became an interesting little toy to play with during sex.  As I grew more accustomed to abusing it, twisting it, pulling on it, I began to enjoy the slightly painful sensations I’d get.  I’d always enjoyed having my nipples sucked and bitten during sex, of course, and that could be somewhat pain inducing.  But the pain you get from pulling or tugging on a piercing is different.  It is a much sharper, deeper-seated, pointed kind of pain than the more distributed feeling you get from having someone’s teeth bite into you.  It was also an interesting contrast to have Nikki bite and chew on the left one, then tug on the ring embedded through my right one.

Those feelings were exacerbated when she grabbed the nipple ring between her teeth and pulled on it while she was fucking me with a strap-on in a missionary position.  As she was thrusting into me with her cock, the momentum in the lower half of her body would naturally pull the upper half away from me.  And, since she had a hold of that ring, it would pull taut, resulting in a stabbing feeling right in the center of my nip.  So this kind of helped meld the association of pain and sexual pleasure in my brain.  As our sex grew more and more physically intense over time, though, the pulling on the ring would increase.  It eventually got to the point where it would bleed afterward, and it once again started getting infected.  So I decided to take it out permanently, and I’ve been ringless now for a couple of years.  I’m sure I’ll eventually have one or the both of them done again, though.  They’re just too much fun to play with.  I just need stronger nipples!!!

I also went though a period of about six months with a tongue piercing.  I’d heard all the hype about it supposedly increasing stimulation during oral sex and, well, you know me, I wanted to do anything I could to increase the pleasure I was imparting unto other souls.  So I got it pierced and endured the days of bland, liquid-only meals.  Once it had healed a bit I wanted to go down on Nikki to see if it did anything for her.  It didn’t.  What a disappointment.  As time wore on, it got to the point where I was playing with it all the time and, quite honestly, I thought it was unbecoming to see someone sticking their tongue out of their mouth playing with the little rod and ball.  So I eventually gave it up as well.

My latest piercing is a vertical hood piercing (VCH).  I’ve had this one for a couple of years now and I am absolutely enamored with it.  I think the little silver bar presents a nice contrast to the brown skin and the pinkness of my cunt.  This was probably the easiest piercing I’ve dealt with as well.  I barely even felt the stick and it took less than two weeks to heal to the point where I could fuck again.

Fortunately, I had a couple of weeks before classes started.  I have to tell you, though, walking around campus with a genital piercing made me wet for days until I got used to the feeling of having it and the fact that I had it wasn’t sitting in the front of my mind every waking moment.  You have this really…slutty feeling is the only way I can describe it – you might be a good girl but you’ve got a “bad girl” piercing.  It’s like you have this little secret slut pin buried in your crotch, and you literally walk around with your life energy centered in your cunt.  You even feel as though people can see you walking funny, and I’d wonder if everyone could see me slut walking.  As time passed by, though, you get used to having it and all of that just fades away.

I also went a good two weeks without any sex, not even any masturbation.  I wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything to screw this one up like I’d done my nip ring.  Nikki was gracious enough to be gentle with it once she started going down on me again, so it didn’t stay irritated during those first few months.  But nowadays, she can grab it and suck on it, providing some rather unique stimulation to my naughty button.

The reaction from clients has been interesting as well.  Most have no clue how to deal with it, of course, but they’re almost invariably infatuated with the way it looks.  This is admittedly true even for those guys who are not big fans of non-traditional piercings in the first place.  Most will ask how they need to change their oral procedures to accommodate it.  I just tell them to pretend it isn’t there.  When someone rubs their tongue over it, it pushes against my clit and, in my opinion, helps increase the stimulation a good bit.  You can also grab it and tug on it with your teeth if you like, just not too hard – the skin there is quite thin.  I know some women say their VCH does little for them in the way of heightening sexual arousal, but that has not been my experience.

My sister has her clit pierced.  Not the hood, but the actual clit itself.  Despite the risk of losing some sensitivity there, she got it done shortly after she moved to go to college.  Her hood is not as pronounced as mine is and so it was easier to get her button pierced than it would have been for me.  She had trouble functioning for several days after she got it done, not being able to wear underwear or tight pants and all.  When she did, the stimulation was just too intense for her.  It sure is pretty, though.  When you look at her cunt, the little ring she has through her clit sits right at the top of it looking for all the world like a tiny little door knocker. 

Anyway, I have no immediate plans to get any more ink or holes poked in me.  I am considering getting a nape surface piercing at some point.  As for my own personal preferences, I don’t particularly care for facial piercings, except maybe for small nose studs.  The Monroes, lip piercings, eyebrow piercings, etc., just do nothing for me.  In fact, every time I see someone with a lip ring it makes me think of someone who can’t eat their food correctly – it always looks like a piece of spinach or something hanging out of their lip. And if you work some place where they make you cover your facial piercings or take them out, it can be quite the pain I’d imagine.  We went to a grocery store one day, and I guess they had a policy of covering up your piercings.  This one checkout girl looked like she’d been on the receiving end of an ass-whoopin with all the band-aids on her face. 

The only other piercing that I don’t care for (well, honestly, it scares me) is the Prince Albert on a guy.  I won’t let a guy with a PA inside me, and he sure won’t be fucking my face.  That’s hard enough on the throat as it is, I sure don’t want any metal protuberances back there.

Tattoos are a different matter, especially if they’re done in moderation.  I don’t particularly care for full body or full appendage tats (covering an entire arm, for example), or those on biceps or feet.  In fact, I prefer the smaller images on people in general.  I guess my personal preferences are shoulders, butts, pubic areas, ankles, and of course, you know I find lower back tats incredibly sexy (when done tastefully).  And while I don’t care one way or the other about a guy I’m with having a tattoo, I actually prefer a girl with at least one of them.  That tells me she has a bit of a wild streak inside her.  And I prefer those with, you know, a bit of a wild streak. 

And before anyone asks, yes, Nikki has a tattoo. 

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