Needles and pegs..

All week i had been needing wanting craving a huge session of pain.. plain ordinary pain... hang me from the rafters and beat me sensless kind of pain..... and i made sure .. damn sure.. Sir knew about this need...

Friday afternoon Sir arrives and go figure i don't want that kind of pain anymore... not that i usually have much say in it... BUT i did point out to Sir when He thought it would be a good time to go downstairs.. that it was almost dinner time.. and i really do hate trying to make a meal with only half the jets firing in my brain....

So He let me make dinner.. i guess in a weird sort of way i was hoping the need for pain would suddenly materialize during the process of barbquing dinner.... guess what.......... it didn't... after dinner.. it was digest the food process.. while watching TV... somewhere along the way.. Sir mentioned it had been a while since He had needled me.. i - being the fast talking brat of a sub that i can be - said... that there were a lot of things that hadn't been done in a while... and of course then my jet firing revved up and i had images of clamps on pussy lips .. sweet delicious pain in the nether regions...

After a bit of TV watching .. just a bit cause i do get so bloody bored watching TV.... i got up and found the needles.. and lo and behold the clothes pegs were in the same box with the needles .. (just a quick word here.... most of the time i have no idea where certain "toys" are.. Sir tends to keep toys in most of the rooms in boxes or cupboards etc.. so i am never too sure where to actually look for one specific toy.. ) i looked from the clothes pegs to Sir back to the pegs and then back to Sir.. i do believe i even mentioned that i would love to have the pegs used on me.. (forgive me all good subbies who never crave and never ask....... )

i brought the needles and containers for needles and bags of clothes pegs back to the living room and put them at Sir's feet, snuggling up on my pillow awaiting the moment.... THE Moment....
Sir obliged me by putting clothes pegs on my pussy.. more and more and more pegs... final count was somewhere around 27 pegs.. who knew my pussy lips could hold that many??!!!

Then Sir slipped the sarong off.. exposing my breasts and put 4 needles in.. nicely spaced .. i was just getting ready to hold my breath.. my pussy was burning... my breasts were tingling.. and then .. wicked wicked Sir .. put clothes pegs on my breasts - between the needles !!! my mind went WTF??!! it felt weird.. weirder.. weirdest!! Through foggy eyes i looked down to see the pattern He was creating.. and i knew.. KNEW.. this was gonna be a photo op.. oh yeah.. most definitely a photo op........ The camera came out and Sir leaned over my pussy snapping pictures this way and that.. i was warned not to breath.. more pictures.. and i am wondering if He knows how hot my pussy is?? so hot it has moved from burning hot to burning cold....

My breasts on the other hand are itching like a thousand mosquitoes are biting away on my tender flesh....

And then i am thinking how weird it is.. my pussy now feels like it is made of wood... like it won't bend or move .. stiff as a board (and yes the pun was intended!) When Sir started to remove the needles and pegs i honestly truly had no idea when it was over.. my teeth were chattering and i swore i could still feel the pegs and needles.... Sir ran His hand over all my sensitive pricked and pinched parts showing me i was free ........... i remember rolling on my side.. remember Sir pulling the comforter up and over me... and i remember thinking...
"tomorrow after the Irish wake........... maybe Sir will hang me from the rafters and beat me senseless........... " i guess i just needed a little reintroduction to pain and pleasure...........

And talking about pleasure........ for your viewing pleasure.. needles and pegs......