My name is Kristine and I am 26 years of age. I grew up in a small town called Bybanks, where everyone is proper and nobody does crazy things. My family is all very stiff-backed, and do not often support me in anything I do with my life now. As a child I had always wished to do something special with my body, some things that would make me love it even more. I knew that someday I would, no matter who tried to persuade me not to. It had to be. About the only person who was behind me in all that I did and do, was my boyfriend, Paul.

When we were 16, we went to the city to a piercing and tattoo salon. We looked through books and magazines and each of us got a tattoo. Then we both also pierced our tongues. This set the tone for my future with body modification. In the next 3 years I got 4 more tattoos, and 5 more piercings. I was turning into the person I knew I wanted to be and could be.

When I was 19, my boyfriend and I started talking about me having my clitoris pierced. I thought about it for a few weeks and was not at all sure about getting it done. I wasn't sure that it would be right for me.

Paul and I discussed it again about a month later, and by then I was more accustomed to the idea. Paul did not try to pressure me, he just wanted me to be happy and wondered if I would like to have a clitoris piercing. He told me to think about it more, so I did over the next 2 weeks. One day, I told him that I thought it was what I wanted to do now. We decided to phone that day and book an appointment to get my clitoris pierced. The appointment was the following Friday, and we were told that we were welcome to come into the shop at any time to find out more about clitoral piercings, if we needed to.

I was very excited to get it done, and time seemed to go in slow motion because of my anticipation. Friday finally came and Paul and I headed to the shop. By the time we got there, I was shaking from head to toe, though I am still, to this day, not sure if I was trembling from nervousness or anticipation.

As soon as I walked through the door, I felt right at home and I knew that I was doing the right thing, that there was no way what I was doing was a mistake. I think Paul sensed this in me, and he squeezed my hand and gave me an encouraging smile. There was now no way that I would turn back and decide not to do this. I felt little butterflies of excitement in my stomach.

My boyfriend walked with me over to the counter where a young woman with piercings all over her face was standing, and told her about our appointment for a clitoral piercing.

An older woman came out from a back room and greeted us, smiled and told us to follow her. We did and she led us to a room with a reclining table seat. She woman waved me over to a table on the other side of the room, where there was a selection of clitoris rings. I chose a cute little stainless steel and pink one.

The woman told my boyfriend he could pull up a chair if I wanted, so Paul did. The woman asked me to remove my underwear and skirt, and lay down on the seat. Paul kissed my forehead and we held hands while watching the lady put latex gloves on her hands, after washing them She arranged her equipment on a steel tray, and rolled it over to me. She went through the procedure with me.

It was years ago and I do not remember every detail, but I remember the overall procedure. As the woman explained, I understood more and more that this would be a painful experience, but that did not change my mind about getting it done.

Then she began. She swabbed both the insides of my thighs to clean them, and cleaned my vagina and around it. The clamp was next. When it was placed on my clitoris, I jumped but tried to hold still. She told me that I had a large clitoris, so it would not be very difficult to pierce. She told me to take deep breaths and to squeeze my boyfriends hand if I needed to, but that I should try not to move around too much. I nodded and prepared myself for the pain, and didn't watch what she was doing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her holding a long thing that looks like a needle. I closed my eyes, and in a few seconds I felt her put the needle through my clitoris. It hurt so bad! I felt as if she was holding a lighter to my vagina. Tears streamed down my face and I must have dug some holes in my boyfriend's hands with my fingernails, but other than lifting my butt up off the table an inch or two, I held my self still, straining.

I have never felt so much pain in my life. The rest of what happened was a blur. I knew she was putting on the pink ring, but I was not concentrating on that. She left the room and gave Paul and I about 10 minutes to get ourselves together. I got dressed and when the lady came back, she asked if I was happy I had pierced my clitoris. I was, and she said it went very well, despite the pain, which was expected.

We paid and gave our phone number, then walked out. Well, Paul walked out. I wobbled my way to the vehicle with a lot of help from him, and he placed me in the passenger seat. Walking was a painful issue for the next few days, but I soon got over the pain and things went back to normal.

Except for sex with Paul. It was better than I have ever experienced in my whole life. I was so much more sensitive to everything he did to me, and I know I'll never regret getting my clitoris pierced. I know I did the right thing, and I am still very pleased with my decision, to this day.

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