The first piercing that I ever had was late at night, at the SF Citadel, from a couple that I had not played with before. After what I remember as a very fun caning (my first), they decided to try needles on me as well. I had not seen the attraction of needles prior to that night, and, frankly, still didn’t afterwards. We were pressed for time, and although they pierced allegedly sensitive areas of my body (breasts and nipples), the entire situation was hurried, the needles were very very small, and the experience didn’t leave much of an impression on me. I wasn’t hostile to needles afterward, but definitely skeptical.