The pin cushion

Last night Sir decided to use me as His very own pin cushion.......... It had been a long time since the needles were brought out..... But late in the evening He summoned me from the "office" and the computer and had me lay out the needles and "assume the position"... This night "the position" was on my tummy at His feet - my ass was the target for Sir's needling......

The method of insertation - from my end - is simple.. feel a small prick.. hold my breath for the tap tap of Sir's finger not so gently tapping the needle all the way in......... and then sometimes just for good measure.. after the needle is in.. Sir will twist it round a bit... make it look pretty?? god only knows....... but there you have it.. prick.. tap tap.. move on to the next. Soon after the first needles have been inserted a slow tingling starts up.. from deep inside and spreads.......... it can just about drive me out of my mind.... depending on the day.. the mood .. the depth (who knows what it depends on??!!!) it can feel like thousands of ants marching across the skin taking little nibbles .......... sometimes the muscles in my ass will start "the dance of the needles" muscles twitching and dancing... sensations running round and round .. and up my spine and back down..... i feel like my ass is having spastic episodes....... and all the while Sir is gleefully tap tapping more needles into the gyrating area...

Sir left me to enjoy my gyrating ass muscles while He went upstairs... hearing His footsteps on the stairs i knew exactly what He was going for........ THE KNIFE....... now the knife came about from a not so brilliant idea i had about knife play....... honestly sometimes i really should "put my mind in gear before i put my mouth in motion"!!! Sir purchased this wickedly evil knife............

and rather enjoys using it to torment me from time to time...... Last evening He decided to try a little writing lesson ?? on my ass.. thanks very much to kaya and her Master for pictures of His writing lessons some time back...... i am sure they did much to inspire my Sir... (sighhhhhh.. hopefully kaya one day i can return the favour !!) ........

Anywayyyyyyy i could feel the tip of the knife tracing patterns around and through the needles - this was not new.. and i knew from past experience to hold my breath - especially when the tip would dip and run between my cheeks down further to more sweet and tender parts.......... BUT last night Sir added a new twist - i could feel the knife carving (for lack of a better term) neat lines into the small of my back........

now the small of my back is my most sensitive and responsive erogenous zone....... it took all the will power i have to hold my position.. not move.. god how i wanted to "hump the pillow" i was lying on (i apologise for the blunt terminology - but hells bells folks that is EXACTLY what i wanted to do !) Flash bulbs were flashing (ok ok digital cameras do NOT have flash bulbs........ but i can take literary license!) and then Sir went back to work with the knife......... and from far away.. i could hear .. faintly.. the soft tinkling of fairy bells........ and the giggles of the fairies who were dancing on the heads of the needles.......... Sir was using The Knife to move and vibrate the needles........... making soft tinkling noises.........

and i floated away on the music of the fairies..............