My Pleasurable Piercing

People who know me would probably describe me as a mild, down-to-earth, sensible chick with a wild streak at times. Of course, this wild streak is embodied by my disregard for what others think of me and my love for driving fast cars and taking my Harley out in search of a little trouble on a Friday night. As far as my family and most of my co-workers know, that's as far as the wild child in me is willing to go. Oh, the things they would say if they knew I had an affinity for the kinkier things in life, one of them being my piercing.

So, what's pierced? My hood, of course...often confused by many as a "clit" piercing. (Incidentally, if you ever pierced your actual clit, you would lose all sensitivity in that area and that is definitely NOT the goal here!) Want to know what it's like? Read on...and enjoy.

I first decided that I wanted to have my hood pierced after I dated a guy with his tongue and both nipples done, and possible plans to have his cock done as well. Alas, this sex god with the best skills I have ever had the pleasure to experience moved away, and he never got to play with my new ornament...but I am getting ahead of myself. The idea of having a piercing that only the person I was closest to would be able to see was exciting...and I was turned on by the fact that no one would ever guess that this "professional" chick was hiding a naughty secret underneath her trendy clothes and sexy little panties. So I decided to do it.

Of course, being the practical woman that I am, I researched the procedure first. The types of piercings, the types of jewelry, the pain factor, personal accounts from people who had it done, etc. I chose a very clean and reputable piercing facility that was commended for their attention to sterilization and safe practice. I was told I didn't need an appointment, so I gathered my courage and drove down.

As I walked through the door of the studio, my head was swimming with a mixture of excitement, arousal, and uncertainty. One of the owners/piercers was at the counter, a voluptuous woman with intense blue-green eyes and about twenty visible piercings...eyebrows, ears, nose, lip, etc. Trying to exude confidence, I walked up and told her that I wanted to have my hood done. She was awesome and gave me lots of suggestions and advice before I chose the exact type of piercing I wanted. I guess maybe I should give all of you prospective piercees some of that info...

First of all, there are two types of hood piercings: vertical and horizontal. The horizontal piercing is really just for decoration, since it is placed above the clit and does not provide much direct stimulation. The vertical piercing is more functional, since it is placed right over the clit so that the jewelry comes into direct contact and provides lots of erotic stimulation.

Then there are your choicees for jewelry, the most common being the barbell (straight rod with a ball on each end), a ring (closed circle with one ball on the edge), and a horseshoe (just what it sounds like, with a ball on each end of the curve). My piercer advised against the barbell, which I originally was going to go for, because she said that the top ball can sometimes get stuck underneath the hood and stimulate you when you don't want it to (hmmmm, is that good or bad?). Anyway, she said it can get annoying, so I ruled that out. I didn't really care for the lopsided look of the horseshoe, so I went for the ring. My piercer thought it was the best choice because it would allow me to rotate the ball up towards my clit when I wanted it to be there, and any other time the ring would naturally turn so that the ball faced downward.

So, I had decided on a vertical ring...and I was raring to go. But wait, I still had more choices to make! First was the size of the ring, referred to as the "gauge." The smaller the gauge, the thicker the jewelry is. I was advised to go with either a twelve- or a fourteen-gauge, simply because anything thicker than that would cause "displacement" issues when walking and such, and it could be annoying if it got in the wrong spot. I went with the twelve-gauge ring after my piercer mentioned that the fourteen-gauge can sometimes feel "rippy," like it might rip out (even though she assured me that it wouldn't, it would just feel like it).

Last, I had to choose the material for my jewelry. I had already decided upon titanium, even though it was more expensive. My piercer agreed that it was the best choice, since it eliminated virtually any chance of an allergic reaction.

Alright, finally! All of my choices have been made and I am ready to get my piercing done! I was led into the room by my piercer, a million thoughts running through my head. I'm not ashamed to admit, one of those thoughts was of trying to control my arousal in having an attractive female preparing to pierce my most private spot. Oh, the fantasies I would be having later...

But I digress...back to the piercing. The room was almost like a doctor's office; it was so clean and bare, with an "exam" table complete with stirrups just for the occasion. I stepped out of my skirt and heels (no panties...I figured they would just be an annoyance later), and laid down on the table. My piercer gave me a little pop quiz about the sterilzation of the needles and stuff, making me pick the bag of non-sterile instruments from the bag that had gone through the autoclave and had been sterilized completely. (The pink or green arrows turn brown or purple after they go through the sterilization process.)

After I passed the quiz with flying colors, no pun intended, it was time to get down to it. I put my feet in the stirrups and tried my best to relax, controlling my breathing as I listened to my piercer tell me what she was going to do. First, she thoroughly wiped the area with antiseptic and then made a little mark with a Sharpie (which I got to keep, by the way). Then she inserted the receiving tube, which was a bit uncomfortable because it pinched a little. She told me to take three really deep breaths, in....and out...and right in the middle of my second breath out, she stuck the needle through. Now, I'm not going to lie here...it hurt like a bitch, but only for about three seconds and then it was over. I had time to say, "OH FUCK!" and that was it...all done. Another little jab of pain when she screwed the ball onto the ring to close it, and then I was finished. No blood, no light headedness, just a little ache in the area. I hopped right off the table and got dressed without a problem. For some reason, I felt the need to apologize to my piercer for shouting obscenities, and she started to laugh and tell me some of the things other people have said to her when they were getting pierced. As I listened to her, I wondered if anyone else had wanted her to test out their piercing, which is all I could think about at that point. Such fuel for my fantasies later...

So, that was it. I paid her the eighty-five bucks for the piercing, plus a fifteen dollar tip for being so awesome, and then I practically skipped out of the studio, pumped full of adrenaline and ready to take over the world. When I got home, I just couldn't help but grab a mirror and check out how it looked...my bare pussy with a brand new shiny titanium ring through my hood...sexy as hell. I even took a couple of pictures with my digital camera, I was so proud of my new ornament!

For those of you wondering about the positive attributes to a hood piercing, I can tell you that it has definitely provided a heightened experience for me sexually. In the past, I had always had a little trouble stimulating myself enough to cum, and my ring has helped tremendously. And no, I don't cum from wearing tight jeans or walking up stairs or anything like that. But every now and then, I accidentally shift in just the right way and get a little thrill or "shiver" as the ball brushes past my clit. It really is quite fun, and everyone who has had the pleasure of licking, sucking, or otherwise playing with my ring has loved it too. It really is one of the best decisions I have made...and I love the fact that no one would ever guess I was a "pierced_gurl" underneath it all. A little kink never hurt anyone...and I am definitely a fan of a little kink.