It’s a weird thought that we’re several years into this all now. I can’t believe all that has changed, how much I’ve grown up mentally, how much I’ve learned about me, about us.Continue reading “Hand Porn and Chastity Cages”
So, a while back I did the thing. Got the ol’ PA (Prince Albert) piercing done.
Funny though, I still cringe when I think about it – what is it about getting pierced, um, well, down there, that is just so cringe-worthy? Totally makes sense, but you’d think after going through it and realizing I’m still alive and it was really not a big deal, that it wouldn’t be that way. It is.Continue reading “A 2019 Update, On the PA…”
This story is a response to the challenge for today’s December challenge, the final story of the challenge (though certainly not the final Fiction? posting here on the site). Here’s a link to the challenge post.
“You know, there is just one more present,” you say to me with a gleam in your eye. I’m not sure what else there could be, we’re just finishing up from a weekend of family, presents and food. So much food. So many people.
It’s fun to play with “less is more” – but I loved how the steel came out on this. It’s great fun to tease and Commando is fun and, well, a tad sensitive.
This last weekend (March 19th) is my one-year anniversary of getting my PA – my Prince Albert piercing. I wanted to follow up the other posts about this experience and give everyone an update. Luckily, this isn’t about kids turning 1, so no huge array of pictures to endure. 🙂
There’s a link in the top menu bar to the other PA posts if you’re interested. From just before to time since… it’s all there.
The PA has been, overall, a great thing. I don’t say “overall” to take away anything from it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Here are some interesting bits I’ve learned over the last year…
We had a pretty laid-back weekend, and, as is Charmer’s style, that meant that we also had lots of time to flirt and play. Again, I’ve learned new things about myself.
While we were lounging around on Saturday, for example, I found out that I have a smell when I’m denied and lookin’ for love. What? A smell? Talk about giving me a complex. She was just laying on my leg and grinning and I asked about what – she let me know. She liked the smell. Not like it was overwhelming (she says) or anything like that, just a pleasant sweet smell. I told her I was just pushing out pheromones to try to entice her into bed any way I could muster.
I had started formulating this post in my head while I was in the shower this morning. It was going to start with lots of silly sexy thoughts and images from yesterday. And I will get to those. But first…
It’s been 2 months now since the Prince Albert (PA) piercing. Wanted to offer a quick update and information about what we’ve learned.
First, it’s great. That’s it. You can stop reading here if you’d like. But know that I really like it and how it’s healed and such.
Second, as my first piercing (and only piercing), I’ve had to learn all the things that anyone with a piercing already knows.
We’ve just had an out-of-sorts week this week. It started off with a misstep, which caused a misunderstanding, which moved on to a full-scale argument. We rarely argue. We bicker. A lot. We regularly call each other rude names in public and freak other people out who don’t know that this is our silliness. We annoy each other like every married couple, but usually nothing really sticks.
Snake has a really slow fuse. I am explosive but then it’s over in 30 seconds. Our daughter is just like me and he is always amazed when we go from screaming at each other to giggling in no time flat. It’s just who we are. And our differences usually keep things calm because he just rolls his eyes at my rants and all is good. I’m his sounding board so he rarely gets too angry. When we start having hurt feelings and miscommunication, all bets are off.
There has been a lot of blogging lately about how subs can be made to feel submissive. Several people have talked about more discipline, several have talked about more verbal commands and Snake made his feelings known last week.
There are so many posts on what makes a Domme. If you do x, you aren’t really a Domme. If you don’t do x, you aren’t really a Domme. It’s the fantasy version of the woman in black leather holding handcuffs and a whip. It’s not reality. Sure, there is probably leather, handcuffs and whips in many of our arsenals. But I think those are tools, not the actual domination.
The Prince Albert saga is heading toward normalcy now, but thought I’d pass along an update on my learnings. When I was considering this, it seems like you see a few different types of posts:
- I really, really, really want to get a PA, but I’m terrified of getting my junk pierced. Does it hurt?
- Typically in response to the one above, “No, go for it. It’s great!”
- Posts about the terror of getting it done. Often, these are linked to videos were you would think the entire lower body of the individual was being lopped off at once and re-attached during the piercing process. Not a good representation of the process, and alarmist, to say the least.
- Posts about the day after – “It was a bloodbath” was my favorite in this genre.
- Not much thereafter really.
So I wanted to try give some more information. When first pierced, I was given a 10g 7/8″ ring. Freakishly larger than I expected. As I mentioned, it was explained that this was just a starter. You can bet your sweet…. piercing it is. It’s large enough, actually, to cause issues, at least for me. The torque on the ring twisted it all around and caused more irritation than the basic piercing process. But, It wasn’t my call. Besides, let’s be real. When I was getting the piercing done, he could have told me he was going to thread a small, rusted, bent fishhook through and I wouldn’t have objected. I was too terrified. All for naught, but it’s the truth.
Quick side note, just to cover my back side. Never pierce your penis with a small, rusted, bent fishhook. It won’t end well. Oh, and while we’re at it, don’t put lead solder through your piercing to “keep it open” or stretch it. Yes, I’ve seen posts about this, believe it or not. These things are bad for you. Very bad idea. See a piercer, get medical implant grade metals, make sure it’s sterilized, etc.
Quick status. We’re now approaching 4 weeks in. Be sure to read the other posts about the PA experience, it’s been an interesting ride at times, but generally very straightforward. I’d agree with the second bullet above, “go for it.” It’s really cool and you’ll like it. A lot.
At about 2 1/2 weeks in, I finally decided I’d had enough with the big ring. But the piercer used a tool-required captured ball ring. This means you need to go back to the piercer to get it changed out (a good idea) or have the tools (in my mind, a better idea, so you can deal later) to do it yourself. There are a number of places that sell the funky tools – basically reverse pliers – you can even find them on Amazon (not an affiliate link/nor endorsement). They make removing the ball possible and even easy.
Original ring out, I had purchased an 8g and 6g ring (Titanium) from an online retailer and put in the 8g ring. Went in without a hitch and even had the presence of mind to buy one that didn’t require tools to put the ball back in (snap-in captured ball ring is what they call it). I also changed the ring size, down from 7/8 to 5/8. Seems like the most common sizes are 5/8 and 3/4. The right size depends on a) you, and b) the type of jewelry you’re putting in.
If you’re putting in a ring, you can be pretty close to the distance between your piercing and the urethra opening. I don’t have a curved barbell yet, but my understanding from reading and such is that you should likely go one size up (so 5/8 to 3/4 for example) for the distance between the end-cap balls. This is because the barbell “settles in” to your urethra differently than the ring does. It needs a bit more room. Feel free to add a comment if you have more experience with this, and I’ll update too as I try different things.
The other variable I’ve seen is the sizing on the end-cap balls. Don’t go small. You don’t have to put beach balls on there, but you don’t want tiny balls either. <Giggle. SSC> Yes, I realize how you’re probably reading this, but bear with me. If they’re too small, they can slip into the urethra and that’s “unpleasant.”
I’m now sitting in a 8g, itching to go to 6g when the stars align. The 8g is SO much more comfortable. The correctly sized ring is as well. It was an amazing difference with it in. At this point, from all I can tell, things are healed fully and just settling in. To me, the difference is *any* kind of pain or discomfort suggests healing – and that’s gone. It used to be uncomfortable with pressure on the ring, or moving it, etc. Not bad, just … odd. Now, it’s no longer the case at all. I call that healed. The settling in comes from now trying to get accustomed to a new chastity device (my next project) and letting my body tell me when it’s cool to go to the next gauge size.
The new Steelheart is incredibly well made, and I’m looking forward to the PA attachment it has. In the little experimenting I’ve done thus-far, it’s very comfortable and, yes, looks great too. I know, “patience young grasshopper.”
I’m so good at being patient waiting. I mean, it’s not like I have to constantly remind myself that I really don’t want to push this, that it needs to move along at its own pace. Oh yeah, I do have to keep remembering that. A good friend (DualDrew) let me know that I needed to wait about 6 weeks before really judging. Seems about right. But the payoff is that it looks really cool, feels great and soon, perhaps, Charmer will let me experience the other fun side of things… But that’s a different post.
Feel free to ask question, post ideas, post your own experiences. Of course everyone is different. But I keep hearing my piercer in my head:
It’s a really simple piercing. If all guys knew how simple it was, and how great it made sex afterward, I can guarantee you *everyone* would have one.
That’s pretty cool. Still waiting for my “welcome to the PA club membership card” though.
Just to put it out there–I am competitive. I can hear Snake snorting while he reads this because if there is an overly competitive person in this relationship, it is me.
I’ve never been sporty so I’ve always had to find other outlets. School was easy. I became Valedictorian to win. If Snake and I have ridiculous arguments, they are usually having to do with winning. In college, the game Othello almost ended our relationship several times because I could never win that stupid game. Even now, my family tries to ply me with alcohol for a chance to win You Don’t Know Jack.
Snake and I took up dancing as an empty nest social activity. We wanted to learn to dance so we could go out and feel comfortable. No, we don’t want to compete. Yeah, right. Less than four months in I had started plotting competitions and shows. And, of course, it isn’t just one dance. It is six different ones and a group piece. I never do things slowly.
The point of all of this is the sexual side of things. I am constantly competing with myself. I edged him x number of times last week so I want more this week. If I can ruin one orgasm, can I ruin three? (Yes, I can.) It’s always more, better, faster, longer with me.
Not that Snake is without his own competitiveness. If I have fewer orgasms in one session, he always wants to know if he did something wrong or could do something better. And he pushes his limits with me as well.
Before he decided to get his PA, Snake did enough research to become an expert on everything except how he himself would react. It was planned for the end of the week so he wouldn’t have problems at work and a Steelheart was ordered so it would arrive about the end of his healing period. Everyone said it would be about four weeks to heal. So, of course, he had to do better than that. 🙂
As he has written, he had very little pain or bleeding. It also wasn’t tender at all. So, on Friday, I thought I’d play a little. He tried to distract me, but that never works when I’m on a mission. To his surprise and my glee, it not only didn’t hurt but felt really good. Good enough that he got his orgasm about three weeks earlier than he thought he would.
Not that he should get his hopes up that anything has really changed for his chastity. But, Friday night, I won.
I suppose there’s that.
Just an update on the healing process for the PA – I have been liking waking up with the lovely morning wood, but have had a couple of rather odd experiences. One related directly to that, the other, well, you’ll see.
On the healing front, things have been… sensitive. It’s almost like a very bruised type of feeling, but I attribute it not to the piercing process itself, but the ring torquing things around. I mentioned that the ring is larger than I expected, and I suspect it sits funny during the normal course of the day. In this time getting used to that, it can make things pretty sensitive (like a deep itch or bruise) and at times a bit like pinching.
I don’t have any worries about something being wrong; truly just think things are healing (no redness, no infection, no other issues). But it’s annoying at times.
The other night though… wow. I woke up to the sensation of my penis being wrenched around. It was the first night that I’d messed up and ended up sleeping on my stomach. I woke up to this pain that was pretty sharp. Of course, you don’t think very clearly when you’re asleep, so my mind immediately went to “OMIGOD, I’m going to have that bifurcated penis thing the piercer was joking around about! I’m going to die from this piercing!”
As I came awake, I grabbed my crotch, exclaiming and panicking. Of course Charmer was consoling me too – and wondering what had just happened. It hurt. Pretty badly!
I grabbed hold of things, headed to the bathroom to see the damage. I had clearly caught the ring on something or torn something, so needed to see what I had to do now.
When I got to the bathroom and looked…
Not one damn thing.
Not even a red spot.
WTF? I was in serious pain here. Then, as my brain fog started to lift, I realized that it actually didn’t hurt much any more. I must have just put pressure on it wrong. My brain registered it as “the world is ending!” and proceeded to wake me (and Charmer) up out of our slumber.
I couldn’t believe it. I was embarrassed, aggravated and wide awake, as was Charmer. Sigh.
Things are good, the healing is coming right along. Of course Charmer is taking every opportunity to point out that “Gee, it’s too bad you’re healing, we’ll just have to hold off on your play time, but that doesn’t mean *I* can’t play!”
Right you are, Charmer. Right you are.
There’s an old joke that goes something like this…
A player, new to the game of baseball is having the ins and outs explained to him while watching a game.
As batters come up, they swing, miss, some hit of course. But a bit later, the batter is up.
As the last pitch is ready to go, the person helping the newbie explains “If this last one is a ball too, the batter gets to go to first. He’ll get walked.” The newbie looks at the person helping them, thinks for a minute, then goes back to watching.
With that, the person explain says “He gets to walk, he’s got four balls!”
The newbie stands up and start cheering madly. He yells to the runner… “Walk with PRIDE my man, WALK WITH PRIDE!”
Now, I won’t claim to have four balls. But I will say that the new PA has a tendency to introduce new swagger. It’s a great feeling that I went through with something that was more than a little scary, but is awesome.
The latest update is that things are fine. No bleeding, no … nothing. Just getting used to having a ring there and trying to imagine what things will be like going forward… in a good way. But that’s for another post.
One thing that I have not seen mentioned anywhere at all, and that surprised me when I had this done a couple days ago, was the initial jewelry size. The 10g ring wasn’t unusual, but the circumference of the ring was surprising. It’s big. Very big.
In talking with a few other people that had it done, they experienced the same thing (whether they had a ring or a barbell). The initial jewelry is oversized so you can determine what works for your own anatomy.
So, don’t be surprised if the ring is a 7/8″ diameter or something close to that. It looks abnormally large. The thinking behind this is that you need to find out how your body reacts to the ring and piercing and find out how much your stuff changes when you get an erection. This all comes in to determine the final sizing of the ring or barbell.
As a general status update, Day 2 had some bleeding, but nothing big deal. I used a maxi-pad… one. it stopped bleeding later in the day. The blood wasn’t a big deal at all, but would have been a pain without the pad. I have a new-found respect for the periods that ladies have to put up with. I mean, those pads work great, but getting them in and positioned … just not something I’ve ever had to deal with.
A little pinchy-type sore (see above for the big ring stuff, that I think is a big cause of this). But nothing at all that was a big deal. I would describe it as an itch-level annoyance. I can see some very, very slight puffiness, but I can certainly understand that given the piercing that was done less than 24 hours prior.
No bleeding at all. Puffiness has gone down, but not gone. It’s a bit more annoying today with the bigger ring. I may go back to the piercer early in the week to try to get the ring swapped out. I’d like to go down perhaps to a 1/2″ or so. I don’t know the options and I don’t know their suggestions/recommendations or issues swapping it out so quickly. We’ll see what they suggest.
I’ve had no stinging when peeing – something you see people talk about quite a bit. I’m not sure why I haven’t had it, but it just hasn’t been there at all. I’m feeling really good about how it’s healing and settling in.
Also getting over the shock that I went through with it finally and have it! So cool.
Today was the day. I went to get my Prince Albert (PA) piercing and boy was it different from what I expected!
First, I was really freaked out about going into a shop, dropping my pants and getting poked. I mean, who does that?!?
The shop we (Charmer came with me) went to was selected after a lot (believe me, obsessive that I am) of research and reading reviews, talking with people, etc. It was spotless. I was worried that I wouldn’t follow through, so I made a specific appointment with them. I figured it would be harder to break. 🙂
We showed up and the shop is immaculate. The people are very, very nice and knowledgable, they answered any question I had straight-up without flinching. Let’s face it, they’ve probably heard all of the possible questions 100 times before. But they were really cool about it and took the ring we agreed to back to the autoclave and to get the room ready.
The piercer has been doing this for a looooooong time, and was completely aware of what was going through my head. He explained how it would all start and just that it would be fine. Good gawd, you’d think I was having a major life-threatening surgery or something with the questions in my head. I mean, with what you see online –
– make sure they sterilize with an autoclave (they do/did)
– ask about aftercare (I did, but they had already covered it)
– ask about experience (they offered it in advance)
– look for how clean the room is – it was immaculate
– look at their tools and needles – are they wrapped and sealed? Yup.
I had all of these checks running around in my head from horror stories you read and hear about. I was feeling pretty good that I knew what to expect.
Then it happened.
“Drop your shorts to your knees and have a seat…”
Alrighty then! I guess we’re really going to do this. Now, I’m not one to just drop my shorts willy-nilly. Let alone in a store. But there I am, piercer and assistant, Charmer and me, just hangin’ out.
I sat back in the chair and then it was lowered back to laying down. I was concentrating hard… on closing my damn eyes! Then he wanted to show me what he was going to do. “This is the receiver tube…” Great. Move along now. I don’t need to see the needle and other goodies. Thank you.
He put in the receiving tube. It wasn’t a big deal at all. It was a little pressure, a little “zing” and it was in place. No problem. He was teaching his assistant too, so a little dialog about “see, you can see where it is here, and line it up exactly with the mark we made…” went on. No problem. Then he tugged on the receiving tube just a small bit. That was it. It was over. He told me it was done, that he was putting in the ring.
I felt the ring slide in and adjust, then he was done. No searing pain. No pain at all really. Just shock. I honestly had no idea he had even done it.
The ring is in, a couple of drops of blood so far and doesn’t even sting to pee. Amazing.
Afterward we got a great discussion about what to expect, what changes there will likely be, when we can play around again, etc. We also talked about sizing, about what to keep an eye out for. Super simple. No sweat.
We left and got lunch – to talk about it and watch me be stupid giddy with relief, adrenaline and excitement that I did it. I went through with it and I couldn’t be more excited.
Can you get a PA if you’re a grower?
Yep. I can vouch for that.
What if you “turtle” when you go in there? Won’t they laugh?
It’s OK. What would YOU do if someone came at you with a needle. Of course you may turtle. They even told me ahead of time. It’s not a big deal.
What if I get an erection?
It’s OK. They can mark things easily and wait for you to calm down.
Does it hurt?
Seriously…. no. In my case, there was a small stinging sensation as the receiving tube went in. A bit of pressure when he pierced. A small sting when he put in the jewelry. I got snagged by my cat a day or so ago – it hurt more than this did.
Doesn’t it bleed like a mother?
Not in my case. One thing he did that I thought was really smart, he pierced at a size smaller than the jewelry, then stretched up around the jewelry. It made it seal better to the jewelry and kept the bleeding from happening. I’ve had a couple spots, but…
What does it feel like?
Too soon to tell, but so far, it’s not a bad feeling at all! I’ll keep you posted.
Does it burn to pee?
Not so far, not at all. I understand this is unusual to NOT have the stinging for a day or three.
Why would you do this at your age (50ish)?
‘Cuz it rocks. And because it’s something I wanted to do, simple. SO glad I did.
I’ll keep you posted on healing and other goodies.
This week I’ll be getting a PA done (Prince Albert piercing) and am really looking forward to it. OK, so I’m not looking forward to the act of getting it done, but I’m looking forward to having it… But I had to laugh at a conversation with Charmer this morning –
Me, to her: “When you head to the store this week can you pick me up a box of maxi-pads?”
Now THERE is a conversation I never anticipated having. I’ve seen in many places that the pads work wonders to absorb as you heal from the piercing. I’ll let you know how it all goes – but we both thought it was funny.
The conversations have certainly changed in our life. Since we started this change to our life, conversations include everything from new things to try to why certain reactions happen. We’ve talked more about us, more about who we are as a couple, as individuals and what’s important to each. It’s made for some very frank conversations, which is pretty amazing after being together for so long. It’s pretty magical to be able to go through this morphing process into whatever is next.
I currently have a MM Queen’s Keep device (have used a CB6000s as well) and am awaiting my shiny new Steelworxx device, complete with the PA fixing. It should be here roughly coinciding with heal time on the PA. Fingers crossed.
I’ll keep you posted on the whole PA thing. I hope my experience encourages others who are considering it. I know when you ask questions on Twitter, Reddit, etc. that the answers are almost always positive (after you get past people raving crazily about how you are CRAZY to consider it). I hope to bring my experiences with it here to the blog and provide another sampling to consider.
My biggest thing is the actual act of getting it done. I can take the rest. I just can’t imagine rolling up to the piercing shop, flopping out my junk and saying “yes, yes. Stick the needle right there…” Egad.
All I can say is thank goodness I don’t have to figure out “wings on the pads.” Sigh.