My piercing history

I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
Lyrics from Bitch by Meredith Brooks


That’s the number of piercings I’ve had. The number of times a needle painfully pushed through my flesh, to be followed by a piece of jewelry.

Nipples, 1998, numbers 1 and 2

You know what, I have always thought that my very first piercing was my navel piercing, but it turned out it wasn’t. When I started doing the timeline of my piercings, I realized I had been remembering it wrong.

I am unclear about the exact circumstances around the first time I had my nipples pierced, but since I have always been intrigued by it, I am sure I was the one who pushed to have it done. What I also can’t remember is whether I went there alone to have my nipples pierced, or whether there was someone with me.

One thing I will never forget is the circumstances under which I decided to take the piercings out. My mom, daughter and I were staying with an aunt of my mom for the four days we were walking the Nijmeegse Vierdaagse. On the first night we were there, I realized that I couldn’t suddenly be a prude in front of my mom, by not undressing in front of her. I went to the bathroom to take a bath, and removed the piercings. By then I had them for a couple of months and they weren’t healing, so I was not to sad about not having them anymore. It was a relief.

Navel, 2000, number 3

In 2000 I went to South Africa to visit a cousin, and during the visit, we decided to have our navels pierced. She almost chicken out, but when we left the shop, we both had navel piercings. I came back to the Netherlands, and watched as the two holes of the navel piercing got closer and closer together as the months passed. I must’ve had it about a year when one day, in a public restroom in Amsterdam, I heard something drop when I dropped my pants. I looked down and noticed the piercing was gone. I found it on the floor. My body had rejected it by pushing it out from the inside.

Clitoral hood, 2004, number 4

I frequently think about my clitoral hood piercing as the first ring Master T gave me. On the day after I moved in with him, he and I went to our favorite piercing store in Rotterdam and my clitoral hood was pierced. I think this still is the piercing that had the shortest healing time. Within a week it was perfect!

Early August this piercing had it’s fifteenth birthday! Back in 2014 when I hurt both my ankles and was hobbling around on crutches, my thumb nail hooked on the little ball of the closure ring and only the ring remained in my clit hood. I managed to keep the ring in for about a week, and then I lost that too. I had to wait two more weeks before I was able to properly walk again, and one of the first things we did was to go back to the piercing store to have my clit hood pierced again. The lady first wanted to see whether it was necessary to pierce me again, as there is a small percentage of people where the hole didn’t close as quickly. I was one of those lucky ones, and where it was a tight fit, all she had to do is to put in a new ring and I was ready to go.

Nipples, 2006, number 5 and 6

After the drama with the first set of nipple piercings I never thought I would have them pierced again. I want to say I did it for Master T, but that will be a partial lie, as I definitely also did it for myself. By then I had convinced myself that the first time I had them wasn’t as bad and that the only reason I took them out was because I didn’t want my mom to see them.

After nine months of painful nipples I was done. No matter how beautiful they were, how much both Master T and I liked the look of them, we decided that I would take them out and never have my nipples pierced again.


Inner labia, 2010 & 2012, number 7, 8, 9 and 10

I think Master T claimed me as his when we had my clitoral hood pierced, when we got married in 2005 and again when he wanted me to have my inner labia pierced – twice. I thought once was enough (it hurts like hell, and after the first one, you know there will be a second surge of pain), but on close investigation Master T decided there is room for one more set.

These piercings took maybe a day or two longer to heal than the clitoral hood piercing. Sometimes they hurt, but that’s only when the rings twist a bit and trap some of my delicate tissue between them. Honestly, I LOVE the look of these piercings, and the intimate feeling they give.

Tragus, 2017, number 11

Two things made me get this piercing. Our youngest daughter had piercings in both her ears, and years ago my best friend had a tragus piercing, and I loved the look of it. However, I never got myself one because I know my mom hated it. A couple of months after my mom passed away, I had this piercing done, looked up at the skies and said: “Sorry mom,” knowing she would have accepted it had I done it while she was still alive, the same way she had accepted my tattoos.

Double helix, 2018, number 12 and 13

As said, I loved my youngest daughter’s ear piercings, and when my oldest decided she wanted a helix piercing, I decided to join the two girls and have a double helix done. Yep, I know… it seems I have some kind of kink for double the pain!

And god, what a pain it was. Normally the pain lingers no more than an hour after a piercing has been done, but from the moment the second needle went through my ear I was in pain. Serious pain. I tried to ignore it, but hours later it still hurt like hell. Deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I can’t remember how long I kept the piercings in, but no more than a couple of weeks. I asked my oldest to help me take it out, and when that didn’t work (it just hurt too much) we went hunting for an open piercing store on a Monday evening, and the relief was instant the moment the piercings were taken out. Another piercing in my ear? Never! And this never really IS a never.

Nipples, 2019, number 14 and 15

Yes, I know. I said I would never have my nipples pierced again because of the drama I had twice before. But, the more I saw Missy’s nipple piercing, the more I craved having my own again. I thought about it for weeks and talked myself out of it several times, but then finally had it done…

I’ve had them for almost 7 months now and am still so damn happy with them!

More piercings?

This is something I ask myself several times: do I want any other piercings? I sometimes fantasize about a second (vertical) clitoral hood piercing, or maybe a second horizontal one, but I think the piercings ‘down there’ are fine just the way they are. I don’t want a second tragus piercing, because I sort of like the ‘disbalance’ between my ears. Two earrings in my left ear, three earrings and a tragus piercing in the right.

No, I think after having been pierced fifteen times, I am done.

I think…

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8 thoughts on “My piercing history

    1. Haha I never have fun at airports, but I do think the officials do when they put me in front of those full body x-rays 😉

  1. Wow – that was such an interesting read – I had my ears pierced when I was 14 but the holes kept closing up so I gave up with them – truth is I do not think I am very brave where piercings are concerned x

  2. Ear lobes. Thats my limited. There’s NO WAY I would let anyone touch my privates for something like that! How does it feel when you make love?

  3. I really enjoyed reading your history and doubly glad you finally got some nipple piercings that work. I wanted to get my hood pierced, but got my labia done instead because I was so nervous about something going wrong. I should’ve just done it instead of worrying.

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