mind fucks and other painful things

Last evening Sir told me to fetch the needles.. and present myself..... usually needle play calms me and soothes me and makes me extremely horny !!! Usually it is done on Friday night after a particularily stressful week at work........ rarely is it done on Saturday.......i don't think i was much in the mind set for needle play....... honestly i don't know what was going on in my head but this is what happened..........

i got the needles and laid myself out flat on the living room floor with a pillow under my head... the very first touch of Sir's hand (not the needle BUT Sir's hand) had me whimpering and pleading ...... it was GONNA hurt.. i just knew it was gonna hurt ..... (and yes i know this sounds dumb.. considering having needles shoved in your ass SHOULD hurt.......but that is what i was whimpering)

i can't say the needles hurt any more than they usually do....... i can say they made my ass as overly sensitive as they always do.. making the muscles jump and clench and my lower belly tighten and my juices drip......... yet i was still whimpering......

At one point Sir leaned in to me and asked me what was wrong.. i didn't / couldn't answer him.. first off i didn't know what was wrong... secondly i didn't want him to stop .. despite it not feeling like it should.. always does.. (there is absolutely NO explaining my subbie brain sometimes!!!)

Usually after Sir has finished 'needling' me He then moves on to some sensation play ......... touching my ass.. running his fingers between the needles - wiggling the needles .. dragging his chain up the crack of my ass (god it is cold when he first starts with it) and then running it around and between the needles.

Now if you look at this chain.. you will see it has very little substance.. it is only meant to be used for sensation play (oh and to hold a medic alert information stick around Sir's neck ) BUT oh how that chain can have me wiggling around at Sir's feet.. flopping about .. legs opening and closing.. pleading quietly for some relief........

BUT not last night..last night the chain felt nasty and evil and it felt as though it kept snagging on the needles.. Last night Sir used it to flog me (gimme a break !!! how nasty could that lil chain be?? on a normal night i would say not nasty at all but last night........ well last night was different) i yelped i cried i begged i pleaded.. i was so damn sure that the chain was going to catch one of the needles and just plain rip it out....... i was shuddering from the expectation.......

Sir was checking my mind set.. waiting to see if the 'fairies' were near...... but nothing... i was clinging to the edge of the pillow willing myself to endure..... So Sir picked up the hair brush.. the same hair brush from Friday's punchy feelings.. from the first hit to the last i was sure i was doomed.. those needles were gonna be pounded deep into my flesh... my mind was not allowing me to sort out where the needles had been placed and where i was being hit.........

clinging to the pillow .. sobbing into the pillow .. Sir finally ended the session with a hug.....

Seconds later i was explaining to him how scary the needle session had been this time.. S C A R Y ... it had not been a session in sensory play.. it had been a major mind fuck.. i shook my head looking at him.. i didn't get it then.. i don't get it now.. i KNOW Sir would never EVER do anything to permanently damage his property .. yet i had been petrified....... go figure..

Seconds after that realization.. i knew what i needed / wanted... i whispered to Sir.. "may i ask for something please Sir??" He nodded and waited.. i asked - can you believe this??!! i ASKED for the knife to be used on my breasts... Sir willing agreed .. but said TWO knives not one... He is after all ambidextrous.. no point in wasting a perfectly good knife or perfectly good hand !!! i was so intent on feeling the knife i didn't much care if Sir decided to use his hands and feet and wield all 4 knives ..............

And it was everything i had hoped for.. pain.. burning / searing pain sliding up and down my breasts... points of knives simultaneously pricking at my nipples .. moving them left and right.. lifting them.... knives sliding down to my thighs.. spread open for them .. for Him.. sliding down the delicate skin .. making patterns along the inner skin..........

no mind fuck now.. just glorious endorphin producing pain...... and marks.. wonderful red knife welts up and down my breasts........

and of course fairies who danced me up to bed .. to sleep.. to dream..