Content warning- this post touches on needle play and self piercings.
I love piercings and have done since being a young teen. My first piercing was my ears, which my mother made me wait until I was fourteen until I could get them done. At the time I found this highly unreasonable, all my friends had had their ears pierced for years. What was the big deal. But with age I have grown an understanding of why I was made to wait and glad that I was made to do so. On top of making sure they were properly cleaned, I was small and very late to grow. They would have ended up being wonky for sure. It wasn’t long until I had pestered my mother enough until she let me get my ears done for a second time and then my navel.
After that I went a bit rogue
For ages I wanted my nose pierced but was told no, repeatedly. I am very stubborn and would keep asking, the way I viewed it was that it was my body and I could have holes in it if I wanted. The answer in the end that I was given was that I wouldn’t want any attention to be drawn to my nose anyway. After that I stopped asking…
But I hadn’t given up getting piercings. Instead of asking permission I took it into my own hands to create my own piercings. No, probably not the smartest idea but I always made sure the needle was sterilised. The other problem was that they couldn’t be visible either, as then my parents would know what I had done. So they were only temporary piercings and to be honest, in the end I realised that it was the act of piercing my skin with the needle that I enjoyed rather than the actual jewellery in it. Several times I pierced my own lip and ears in various places and a few surface piercings. But never put anything in them so they closed up very quickly.
When I was eighteen, I decided that I wanted my nipple pierced. A few of my friends had been talking about it so one day whilst in the pub I sort of convinced them all to get it done with me. So off we went, a little bit liquored up, to the nearest piercing studio. I had mine done first then was invited to watch my other two friends getting theirs done. Actually, I really enjoyed the experience, I loved watching both of them getting pierced. And liked my new sparkling nipple.
The only problem was that I was in a relationship with PurpleSole at the time and hadn’t told him anything about it. He also really isn’t a fan of piercings. I did feel a bit bad that I hadn’t told him, especially as I knew what his reaction would have been. But I wasn’t going to let him stop me. I can’t quite remember how I told him in the end, or if I just let him discover it for himself. My parents on the other hand never knew, even to this day. Just add it to the long list of things I never bothered to tell them. Sadly my nipple piercing didn’t heal properly so I did have to take it out in the end.
What’s the draw with piercings
For me it is certainly not just the visual jewellery in my skin that I enjoy. It is the act of the needle piercing my skin that I like. This is going to sound silly but I think I have only just realised that. Perhaps my early experiences with piercing myself was another indication that I enjoyed pain and elements of BDSM. Parts of my personality that I have only just began to accept through our D/s. You think I really should have pieced this together a bit earlier, especially as the age I was piercing myself I was also cutting. Both acts were done very methodically and clinically with the act itself bringing hidden pleasure.
It is certainly not something that I am finished with. The elements of piercings which I enjoy is something PurpleSole and I have discussed doing as needle play. It is not something we have done as of yet, although we do have a starter kit untouched in the kink cupboard. This type of play would be pushing PS’s boundaries possibly more than mine so he needs to be comfortable with doing so. It would be him in control of the needles as I would prefer it this way.
I recently managed to get my navel piercing back in, yay. When getting pregnant with my first child I took it out very early on. I knew about the bendy maternity bars you can get, but I decided that my stomach would look awful so I wouldn’t want the piercing still. And then it was left and pretty much healed up. After having my second child my mindset changed a bit. I think that I had lost part of me along the way of becoming a mother and wanted to get it back. I have posted before about painting my nails again, as something for me and touched on this.
So I started occasionally seeing if I could fit an earring through the hole, still at this point not really thinking about it becoming an actual piercing again. After a few months of messing around with it the hole it did start to open up slightly and I discussed with PS about wanting it as a piercing again. I was surprised how positive about it he was but he wanted to make sure that things were done properly. I researched different sizes of navel bars and found you could buy a thinner gauge bar. It was slightly thicker than an earring but thinner than the standard belly bar. After some coaxing I got it through and within a month it was stretched enough to get the standard bar back in. Although it might not look quite as nice amongst my stretch marks as it once did, I am still happy with it.
I would really like my nipple pierced once more. Seeing lovely pictures of other peoples nipple piercings (Like this one from Missy of Focused and Filthy) certainly makes me miss mine. Other than PurpleSole not being too keen I would also want to wait until there are definitely no future little ones for us as i’m not sure breastfeeding and a nipple piercing would work?!