Anyone who knows me knows that I have had several…several…piercings in the last decade. I have been to many different places looking for that *something* that I needed and not finding it, whatever it is. I enjoyed my first piercing with Church of Steel Friday night and, despite the cheesy name, it was the most amazing experience I have ever had.

Beautiful C Bear and I decided on a whim that it was time to have our nipples pierced and decided to make a go of it that very evening. We had both been planning, individually, to have it done but I decided it was the right time and invited her along. Unfortunately, my sense of direction was all fuckered up and we ended up getting there at 8:30 and they officially closed at 9.

After letting them know what we wanted, we waited for the owner to speak with us as he is the resident hole maker as well. He comes over to talk to us first and spent a good 20 minutes or so (could have been longer) just doing a bit of a consultation. He let us know what he would and wouldn’t do and threw some philosophy in there as well. Then there was paperwork to sign and we were taken back to the room.

C Bear was chosen to go first since she lives farther away and, if there wasn’t enough time, I could always come back on my own. You can read about her experience here.

After she was finished, it was finally my turn. Much time was spent prepping instruments (all being properly sealed and opened in our presence) and assessing the nipples because Art (the piercer) is conscious of the possibility of migration/rejection. Once it was determined that I would be able to have the rings I wanted instead of barbells, size was discussed and based on his recommendations and my desires, the perfect set was chosen.

Art then had me stand and spent a good amount of time marking position, being unhappy, wiping off the mark and marking again. When we were all satisfied, I was given permission to sit and begin some breathing exercises to remain grounded throughout the procedure.

Now, I’m not sure where this comes in but Art kept mentioning that he helps to ground his clients using the brow chakra. He also mentioned using it for centering. That I can see, grounding not so much. But anyway, he asked if I would like him to use his technique for me (which consists of mild pressure on the brow and a point on the shoulder) or if I could do it on my own. Since his use of the brow chakra was distracting for me, I opted to use my own techniques.

By this time my heart was racing and my palms were clammy and I was anxious to begin. Kind of like when you’re on your way to Disneyland and the drive there is just taking forever! My nipples stood erect in anticipation and I could definitely feel an expectation radiating from between my thighs. My thoughts were swirling like wisps of smoke in my mind and the slower things went, the more agonizing (but delicious!) it became.
Finally he started placing the clamp in the appropriate position and when he instructed me to take a big cleansing breath, I knew that we were so close to the point of no return. This time, I allowed my eyes to close to fully appreciate the experience and not stay in my body throughout the procedure. This room had a very large mirror on the wall I was facing and I knew that if I kept my eyes open I would be kept right there and miss out on something wonderful.

Cleansing breath, fully exhale, another deep breath, a full exhale and the needle went through. I had informed Art beforehand that after the needle was in I would prefer to be laid back because I wanted to avoid the nauseous feelings that come immediately after such a trauma. True to my request, back I went and I was allowed to bask in the high that only comes from endorphins. Yes, there was pain, but it was most exquisite and has lingered for two whole days, slowly tapering off to something bearable without fearing infidelity.

When I was ready, I let him know and we proceeded to the other nipple with the effects being the same. Of course, now it was doubled and I was more comfortable with this one and hardly flinched at all. Mental orgasm ensued and I would have fucked anything that offered at that moment. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about that.

I spent awhile just enjoying the experience and chatting and Art finally went over the aftercare instructions. Now, these aren’t just any instructions. You have just received a high quality piercing experience and you are going to receive high quality aftercare instructions. This man went through each step of the process, from stepping into the shower, choosing your first cottonball, the drops of soap to use and the squeak squeak noise the ring will make when it has been rinsed properly. Of course, there was much more to it than I’m writing here but you can get the idea. I don’t feel like I have any questions about my aftercare and am thoroughly competent to make sure I heal properly. In all the piercings I have had, no one has mentioned cross-contamination and making sure to wash your hands with the soap before washing the piercing with the soap. That’s something that I already knew and that he made an issue out of us understanding it was significant.

It was almost 11pm when we finally left on our little clouds already thinking about our next piercing.