Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Pins and needles..

A while back.. when my favourite Aunt died and Sir and i were cleaning out her apartment.. Sir came across this pin cushion she must have used .. maybe even her mother before her.. for sewing chores. Sir tucked the little pin cushion into a box.. and it reappeared in our playroom - proudly displayed on a shelf. The joke was - at the time - Sir and i were not into needle play.



Now as i reported earlier.. i fashioned a tack bra this weekend.. which i proudly wore .. and which left me a wee bit disappointed. It felt as though all 50 tacks were imbedded in my breasts.. and i half expected to see rivulets of blood dripping down my tits when i removed it.. only to be disappointed.

Sir, reading of my disappointment, decided Sunday evening to inbed my ass with needles. And to raise the bar a wee bit higher.. He placed the needles low and close together.. leaving lots of room above them to whip my ass. (He still refuses to tell me what exactly it was He did use to whip.. but my god.. either it was a new wicked toy.. or the needles had nicely sensitized my ass so that each hit burned and tore at that skin)



When Sir decided it was time to remove the needles.. there was no gentle turn and pull. Nooo Siree bob.. not this time...this time Sir just yanked them out.. (and if you look closely at the above picture - you will see that the needles were all the way in.. wayyyyyyy in!!) Funny thing was though.. it didn't hurt as much as i would have thought considering He was yanking them out.. and probably not as much as it hurts when He gently removes them... What did happen though was yanking caused little riveluts of blood to run down my ass...



colour me one happy subbie...

2 comments:

SeaRabbit said...

Ouch!!! But... how this is talking to me... ;-)))
For your special... maybe you should have a look here...
Seems an interesting alternative to the tacks...

Buffalo said...

Here a few years back, (maybe more than a few), I tried needle play. Asked a military nurse to give me a shot for my headache. Before she gave it to me she wanted to know why I never saluted her; her being an officer and all. Well, my 17 year old self had to expound his hillbilly logic. She bent me over, drove the needle into my ass and broke it off. Can't say I enjoyed it but it certainly changed my attitude.