Impaled

Remember those butterflies i had yesterday???

Welllllllllll they were impaled...royally .......... literally and figuratively.......

BUT first.... when Sir got home i had this craving for ribs... so Sir took me out for the best ribs in town........ and oh my god they were good !!! The whole meal was excellent.. tasted like the nectar of the gods..... (after 3 weeks of soup and crackers and food having little or no taste... this meal was orgasmic!!)

After dinner i was curled up in my chair basking in the after glow of ribs and the promise of more joys to come when Sir waved the dirk from His uniform in my direction.........


Honestly all i saw was the point... glinting in the late evening light... like an eye blinking in my direction.. promising dark secrets....

My mind raced... i was picturing needles.. with the knife weaving in and out and about.. When Sir tweaked his finger in my direction.. i was on the floor immediately.. the butterflies after all were calling....... had been calling all day.... i was ready...



Only thing was....... it had been 3 weeks since we had played... months since He had impaled me on needles.....




It hurt.. hurt so good...........

and the butterflies were flopping around......

And then Sir picked up the dirk..... that was ok.... i love the scratchy patterns that Sir traces around.. through and over the needles....

Except He didn't.... trace that is...... He placed it...



my breath caught in my throat.... it felt sort of... erotic... but it was the tip of a sharp knife.. not some nice lil dildo or vibrator............


And then Sir went back to inserting needles........ and i wanted to wiggle... i wanted to press into the 'dildo' .....but it wasn't a dildo.. it was a "don't move.... don't even breath" moment...oh my god...... i couldn't breath....... i moved forward and felt relief when the dirk dropped to the carpet...... BUT Sir saw it immediately and put it back.. pressing it tighter into my lil rose bud.. i didn't dare breath.........

Once the needles were in Sir used the dirk to trace patterns ... up and down my back.. my ass.. my thighs.. in between the needles... making my heart pound and my pussy drip....








i was just an impaled butterfly..... under His hand.