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Painful enough having the standard ones inserted but it was a birthday treat (literally) for a masochist like me. A friend who'd had his tits pierced said to me afterwards that the anaesthetic the guy used must have been shit and I felt a bit foolish since I hadn't asked and the piercer hadn't offered. Was glad I'd had them both done in one go though, or I might have taken years to go back and have the other done.
You might find the piercer will be reluctant to use a large gauge for the initial piercing but maybe that's just in the UK. I found the enhanced sensation outstanding to begin with but it faded through time. It does also limit your options for using other tit torture devices thereafter too. Not that you can't but it'll be different.
I think it was the whole more and more, bigger and bigger thing which caused me to pause and take another route, OJOH. Before my nipples began to look like the undone laces on smart trainers. As it is I do have the appearance still, just over a year since I took them out for good, of having breastfed hungry & sadistic twins for the last couple of years.
Sadly, they do seem to show when you don't particularly want them to. I'd get into Mr Suit and Tie mode to boost my confidence before addressing an big audience of serious types and one of my colleagues would whisper in my ear, as I was about to take the floor, you've got new tit rings in! I always wore a white shirt though.
Felt moderately aware of them when I'd be on holiday and take to the beach. Just because it gave strangers an obvious excuse for the same dull old conversation.
Very handy for clipping things to, particularly chains, in sleazy clubs. Kind of miss them still when I go to the Hoist or the Block.
But you do your own thang. And hope you experience a whole new world of chest-related pleasure. |
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