pins and needles

Many long years ago - eons really - i used to sew - i hated it !! So much so that today i struggle with the thought of even sewing on a button !!!

BUT back in the days when i did sew i always had pins.. wheels of pins handy by my side... these were my favourite ones -



because they were relatively easy to pull out.. IF i remembered to shove them back in they didn't get lost... AND .. they had such pretty colours !!!

Sir knows of my total dislike for sewing....... and so imagine my surprise on Friday when He arrived with a "present" for me... a brand new set of sewing pins !!! i could NOT imagine what in god's name He wanted me to sew.. but i could feel the old reaction bubbling up to the surface.. the foot stamping.. stomach tightening.. "i don't wanna !!!" feeling.

Nothing much was said in regards to them....... they just sat on the front table haunting me every time i walked past.............

Then on Saturday afternoon Sir disappeared into the basement for a bit.......... when He reappeared He was holding two of the pin wheels.......... He had drilled out the middle hole.. making it bigger..............

Sir had me remove my tshirt....... and with some tugging and pinching He managed to secure one of the rings over my nipple............ my stomach had sunk about as far as it could go !!! i glanced down and saw all the pretty coloured heads of the pins sticking out..... i watched as Sir's hand started to methodically push the pins in to the circle...... and ultimately into my nipple.................. MY NIPPLE !!!! my absolute no way don't touch unless i am in the mood nipple !!!!

i don't remember even having the strength to object......... that happens sometimes to me when i am totally and completely overwhelmed by the sadistic nature of the man i call Sir..

While i was coming to terms with having my nipple impaled on this ring of pins......... He was pulling the next nipple out and through the next ring of pins..... Same procedure.. all the pins were sticking out.. then i watched as He methodically pushed each pin in.. all the way.............

There are times that i am totally and completely mesmerized by what Sir does to my body.. and how my body reacts to the treatment............

i wasn't given a whole lot of time to adjust to the fact that my nipples were being pierced... cause Sir wasn't finished. He spread out the plastic on the floor and lit the candle......

i tried to wiggle out of the waxing totally....... didn't work.

i tried to convince Sir that i should like on my back........... didn't work.

Sir wanted me on my stomach with the pin wheels and nipples pressed against the floor............

It started off with my hands holding my upper body somewhat off the floor - so that the pin wheels just kinda dangled there........ self protection is an automatic reflex - i believe.

BUT then Sir had lit the black waxing candle..

And Sir had sat down cross legged on the floor beside me (no chance of cooling the wax drips from standing height - no sireee bob !!! This waxing was gonna be down and dirty!!)



The first stream of hot wax ran down my ass.. over the tops of my thighs and had me gasping in pain......... Sir pulled my ass crack open and aimed the next stream of hot (molten hot - i swear ) wax down the crack........ my muscles clenched - and oh dear god i discovered the peach fuzz i have in my ass crack - that i never shave - was now receiving hot wax treatment............ those ass muscles stayed clenched.. cause the slightest loosening of them had peach fuzz hair being pulled out cruelly from one side (at least)........

Then the knife came out and the wax was being shaved off my ass.. and thighs..........Some time around this point i realized my nipples were burning / hurting / screaming at me.. i looked down.......... Somewhere around the second stream of wax - i had given up - forgotten about the pin wheel on each nipple and had collapsed down on to the floor - pushing the pins/nipples in deeper....... rubbing them around as i wiggled on the floor trying to extinguish the burning in my ass.......................

Sometimes i am really truly amazed at how sadistic Sir can be............

And He has promised to take the third wheel home and widen the middle hole large enough to accomodate my clit and clit jewelry..............

i have a badge that Sir bought me once - a long time ago - the wording seems rather appropriate .................