Squeeze it in.....

This weekend wasn't all about Christmas fairies and music boxes and being spoiled or even about grandkids and decorating....... it was about the first snowflake too....... and for those of you who didn't check the comment section for the answers (god i spoil you lazy folks!!) The #1 snowflake - which stumped some of you - did say BDSM... if you look real close...

the very center of the snowflake is made up of numourous B's all strung together to look like lace - the next row out is the letter "D" and the edges are "S's" with an M every so often on the very outer edge.. take a very close look you should be able to see the letters now!

Anyway ........ getting back to the important stuff.......... Saturday night i sorta kinda hinted a spanking would be nice........... Sir said He was thinking a little needling was what i needed.. and oh i couldn't have agreed more with Him.... Needling has always been a soft floaty type of pain........ i lie on my stomach on the floor at Sir's feet and He inserts needles.. often times slowly ....... keeping me guessing where the next one will go.......... one or two on this cheek.. then one or two on the other cheek.. maybe one up here.. or one down there... and i clench and gasp and whine a little bit... but for the most part i wait for the prick .. the tap tap as the needle is tapped in.. and then Sir does this twist and flick as the final sign it is in and staying there..



Once they are all in....... leaving room for some sensation play....... Sir will run his finger nails between the rows of needles... or drag a cold chain.. or the tip of a knife.. all sensation play.. making me gasp some more.. or wiggle and drip..........(i don't seem to be dripping as much these days.. not like usual..and i have to admit that secretly i wonder if something is broken inside......... but i try not to think too long or too hard.. 3 more weeks till the reports are back)

i have perhaps a strange reaction to needles.. eventually they start to itch.. like a thousand mosquitos all feasting on my ass... and then .. then it is time to remove them .... Sir is none too gentle removing the needles... and some just don't want to come out.. the skin seals them in.. on those.. (i do believe they are Sir's favourites) He twists as He pulls upwards and wiggles till i hear the soft 'pop' as they come out.... And once all are out Sir gets the kleenix and wipes up the blood.. then a hug.. always a hug...... holding me close while i thank Him.. and float back down.. landing most times with my own "plop"...

Sunday afternoon....... after laundry was done.. and the Christmas boxes were all stowed downstairs .. just in front of the play room door (a form of vanilla-izing the house .. as over the holidays vanillas will be coming and will want to see the trains .... a daunting stack of Christmas boxes should deter them from wondering what lies behind the Chinese screen) i whined (yes yes i whine sometimes!!) to Sir that we couldn't use any toys they were sealed away till after Christmas. BUT Sir had other ideas.. and later in the afternoon He appeared beside me with the crop in His hand... my favourite crop.. my favourite toy.. the one toy that can go from being sensuous to "ouch that's enough Sir MotherF%$%Ker" ... and Sir had me bent over the sofa then the ottoman while He teased my ass and then when teasing got boring.. beating my ass like the Christmas drummer boy...........


There is always time and room for some BDSM ... even over busy vanilla weekends !!!