Breast, Nipples, Pierce, Beauty, MZGDPZE
Two of A Kind
I went to Clay for my tongue pierce earlier in the year and
from that time on, I decided that all my future body piercings
would be done at Ink Tiger's Studio in Studio City, CA. (See,
Clay is a very fine looking, 6'5" man, with plugs, pierces
and an eternity of body art tattoo hours that is beautiful,
impressive and intricate. Aside from his good looks, he
has a professional and calming mannerism that relaxed
even me. And I have been known to be tight and high strung!)
So off I went to have Clay pierce my nipples. My idea was to
have someone come hold my hand in case I chickened out. I
contacted a close online friend (*Alex) to accompany me.
I sent him a message and he was ready and willing to see my
naked tits. (Side note: when Clay was not available for
me, my friend said he'd do it with his office hole puncher.
Needless to say, I declined Alex's offer and waited for
Clay).
Alex is in a long distance online romance. He was on his cellular
phone when I arrived. His girlfriend (*Rae) was on the other
end. They were having one of their usual nightly chats offline
and I asked to speak to her to thank her for her understanding.
Not many people would allow MZGDPZE to bare her nipples
for their man.
Rae's first question was, "So, what are you having tattooed?"
(Clay's studio does tattoos so Rae thought my purpose was
a tattoo procedure.) Imagine my stumbling words as I tried
to explain to this chick 1500 miles away that I was having
my knockers pierced and her online lover was my offline
hand holding companion!
I spewed out the words with pristine confidence and dash
of glib and smug, "I'm not getting a tattoo (sic. Miss Thang).
I'm getting a pierce DOWN WHERE I don't want many people
to see." I brushed it up a bit 'cause Alex is cool and I didn't
want him mad at me.
"Not too far DOWN THERE. I just need someone to hold my hand.
He wont even have to look, " I said to give her confidence.
I kept up light chit chat banter for a LONG 2 minutes more.
Soon, I went inside to prepare myself for my boob job. Still
a little nervous, I allowed Clay to manipulate and handle
my cold breasts behind a curtain while he marked and remarked.
"If you decide not to get the 2nd one done after having the
1st done, you're not a wimp, " Clay said.
Uh oh. That means this is gonna be a doozy! I wondered if it'd
be worse than my navel, my two nose pierces, or my tongue.
With a vice-like clamp on my left breast, I laid down and
the piercing began. Into the darkness of my areola and through
my nipple's other side. I guess Alex was OK. He didn't leave
me after I held on tight to his hand. I grabbed his hand like
it was a lump of play dough.
Afterwards, Alex He sat down. Regrouped. Regained the
feeling in his hand and turned white at the sight of a drop
of my blood. (As a registered nurse, I don't get freaked
out by blood anymore.)
Clay kept checking on me to see if I was light headed while
I stood up from the procedure. He prepared me for part two.
Already I wondered, "What the *?%#@&:*! am I doing? The
Janet Jackson pierced nipple photo stuck in my head. "I
could leave now and have just one like hers, " I thought.
Within minutes, I was ready for Tit No. 2 to be done.
I had no idea my endorphins were all spent from Tit No. 1.
He marked, remarked, clamped and pierced. "I'm using a
sharper needle this time, " he said. I thought that meant
I'd have less pain.
"Cool, " I said.
Ha! I gripped Alex's hand like there was no tomorrow. Ithurt like a cold wicked bitch the second time. I had reached
my pain threshold this time. At the point where I was about
to call the whole thing off, it was over. (No, it wasn't as
bad as labor or a Charlie horse muscle spasm-but more like
I dunno.... dry anal penetration by Mike Tyson's cell mate.)
A good thing is I only have two nipples, said a friend. Good
thing for me and for Alex. Alex's hands were out of commission
and off limits for supportive hand holding after my second
pierce.
"Why did the second one hurt more than he first?" I asked.
Clay responded, "Because your endorphins haven't built
up enough to shield you from the pain of the second nipple."
"Now he tells me, " I thought. I stood up, only minimally
shaken after it all. Checked them out in the mirror. Yeah,
they're straight. I took my after care instructions, my
lecture, and my sore and sensitive titties and I left the
shop. (MZGDPZE has left the building!) Holding my seat
belt for the duration of my 25 mile drive home, I could not
wait to get home and soak my babies in a warm solution.
Today they look nice and fine. (They're jingling, Baby.)I
want to walk around all day naked and show off my new art.
Not that it's exactly an option for me, but I sure do fantasize
about going to the market or the shopping mall to show off
my breasts or opening the door to meet the postman topless.
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