This post contains a picture of needle play.
I love needle play. The more I do of it, the more I love it.
The more I do it, the more I want to do it.
I was invited to a FemDom dinner at Sadie’s the other night, and asked her if I could grab a couple of hypodermic needles from her. She opened up her massive box-o-sharp-shit and said, “You’re going to have to narrow it down. What are you going to use it for?”
She grinned — a grin Kazander says he’s seen too many times on my face, and I love seeing on hers. God, I fucking love that chick — and handed me four needles, still in their packaging.
“Oh wait,” she said, grabbing one more. “Take this one, too. If you really want to get your point across.”
I looked through the packaging at the needle inside and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck is this even used for?” I asked.
“You mean medically? I have no idea. It’s pretty, right?”
“Fuck yes it’s pretty!”
So the next time I need to punish one of my boys, those things are coming out.
I had a few needles left over from Sounder’s play party, and decided it was time to try those out.
So last night, I paused the show we were watching and turned to Kazander.
“Is needle play still a hard limit?”
“It’s not a hard limit so much as a soft limit.”
“Meaning I’m willing to try it if it’ll turn you on.”
He says my whole face lit up at that point. “It’ll turn me on!”
So I pulled out the needles, gloves, and alcohol and practically tore his clothes off.
It didn’t matter that the needles were small, and it wasn’t going to cause him a lot of pain. It didn’t matter that it was going to be short-lived, and I would take the needles back out soon.
I just wanted to shove pointy things in him.
So I did.
And really, he handled it pretty well. Once I had all three in, I asked him how he was doing, and he said he was fine. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, but something he would tolerate for my enjoyment. And he’s willing to try staples and sutures, as well.
So I’m happy with that. That was a good night.
Then, tonight, I spent the evening with Sounder. He wasn’t feeling well, so we decided to skip the playing and sit on the couch, watching TV and having a couple drinks instead.
And I swear, that was my full intention.
But I pulled him close and wrapped my arm around him, and just started running my fingers across his arm, shoulder, and chest. And when I felt his nipple, nice and hard, through his shirt, I couldn’t help but hurt it.
It wasn’t even really a conscious decision. I pulled him close because I like having him close. There was nothing nefarious there. It was a simple, innocent desire to cuddle. I ran my fingers across his body because that’s a habit of mine.
Even the first few seconds that I teased his nipple, it wasn’t with any sort of intention. But then, with that first little gasp of his, the sadist in me sprang to fucking life and you’d think I hadn’t fed her in weeks. She was starving, and the only thing that can satisfy that particular hunger is a sweet, adorable sub writhing in pain.
The more I hurt him, the more he squirmed, and the more I wanted to hurt him. When I reached down and felt that he was hard, it only made me want to hurt him more.
I pulled him closer and bit down hard on the back of his neck, making him gasp. I dragged my nails up and down his back, I bit him, I pinched him and dug my nails into his nipples and cock, and I loved the way he writhed in my lap.
An hour later than I intended, I finally let him up and grabbed my things to go. As he was walking me to my car, he said, “I don’t know how you pulled that off.”
“How I pulled what off?”
“We were just sitting on the couch. Watching TV. Innocently.”
I grinned. “There’s no such thing as innocent.”
I swear, y’all, I actually am capable of being completely vanilla and keeping my hands off of my toys when I need to. I can keep control and not paw at them like pieces of meat. I know this because I’ve been in public with my subs before. Because I’ve had subs at family gatherings before. Everything has been completely vanilla.
So I actually am capable of not treating Sounder like an object to amuse and entertain me.
Just not all the time, apparently.