Several surgical
steel jewels are inserted into my body. Apart from the
self made ones (I do not recommend such a
procedure), all my piercings have been
done by professionnals, exercising their
art in Montréal. I believe that all my
piercings have been done without any pain
worth mentionning.
The first time I had
my nipples pierced took place at a gay man's place, a few blocks away from
the Université de Montréal campus. This
was the second time I had been there. The
first time, he thrown me out
the door because I was dressed up in
female clothes, an image which irritated
him greatly.
For that second
visit, I did not take any chances and I
was dressed in regular men's clothes. I
was also feeling very apprehensive and
excessively nervous. He probably sensed
my feelings since he did his best to make
me relax. But, after the piercing of my
first nipple (see picture above), he brought me
a cognac to drink and gave me some time to relax before starting to pierce my second
one.
Except for two, all
my other piercings were done without any
specific problems for me.
When I had a "Prince Albert"
(a ring at the tip of my penis)
installed, I did not feel any pain
but I was so frightened that I
fainted.
My second problem
happenned a few weeks after I had a
"Guiche" (a ring pierced
between the testicles and the anus) installed. The day
before starting on a road trip, my girlfriend helped me
apply some "Neet" to get rid of my body hair. This
product was accidentally applied on my piercing (which
was probably not healed yet) and it resulted in a
rejection phenomenon which caused the lost of the skin
and the ring attached to it. Nevertheless, this did not
stop me from having another "Guiche" pierced a few month
later and it gave me one of the best
thrills of my life.
On a bright summer
day, being dressed conservatively (see the picture), business
style, I entered a piercing shop, at the eastern end of Montréal. I know
the people in these shop have seen almost
everything but, when I asked the girl
behind the counter to have a
"Guiche" pierced on me, her
physiognomy could not hide that my
request took her off balance for a few
seconds. About forty-five minutes later,
I was installed on an examination table with my legs
wide apart and my feet well in the air, in the stirups,
such as I had my 5" heels in full
sight. And what a sight must have had the
piercer installed between my legs to do
my piercing. He had in front of him a
well dressed middle age woman wearing
stockings and ultra high heels with a
penis in full sight between her legs. I
had such a thrill. But, unfortunately, a
few weeks later, my "Guiche"
was rejected ounce more.
Anyway, I appreciated very much the feeling of that
ring between my legs. I also had such a thrill
at the piercing shop and I would like to
have the possibility to install a padlock
between my "Prince Albert" and
my "Guiche". One of these days, it will
probably happen that I would wear such a jewel between my
legs. As my mother used to
say: "There is no fun without a bit
of trouble..."
