I have always been interested in pain. I learned at an early age, that it clears my mind, that it helps me get passed the emotions good or bad in my life. It is hard to function with out it anymore. I am 20 have served my Mistress K. for 2 years now. We live in a poly relationship where she has taught me much.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When It just happened My mistress brought me to a play party with her friends. A friend of hers Master Geoff was famous for his needle work on his submissive. I had only dreamed of being allowed to experience the pleasure of his needles for my Mistress was afraid of needles.
We started the night off as normal; Mistress warmed me up using a flogger and whips, yet not quite satisfying my need for something more. M. Geoff noticed me watching his submissive in awe of what she could take. After watching for a few minutes he came over and offered extend his services to let my fantasies come true to finally experience the pleasure I longed for in the skill of his needles.
Since I had been in a self destruction state of mind that week Mistress made sure I could handle the needles and extensive pain that could be inflicted. Mistress used a Nureo-wheel on my back running up and down letting the spikes prick my flesh. I was so excited that I could not stand it. I needed I wanted more. I had to have it finally mistress decided I was ready so we proceeded in to the dark room.
Master Geoff had already turned on a very slow but dark music on to guide me into my sub space. I sat on a spanking bench with my back facing him.
We agreed to start at the top of both of my shoulder blades. The first package of needles was opened, and as I breathed in the metallic coolness touched and caressed my skin. The first needle was pushed into my skin with a little effort leaving two puncture marks. What one shoulder had I decided the other should have to match! With each set of needles entering in to my skin the pain sent me higher and higher. The needles went in with such ease and grace that eventually as we neared the lower part of my back I could no longer feel the pain I craved. After 30 minutes I had 30 12 gauge needles in my back, fifteen on either side. I ran to the mirror gushing with awe not wanting to stop, yet we were out of needles. I pranced around a little showing my other mistress slaves my pierced back.
Then the mistress asked me if I wanted a corset lacing seeing as my only fetish up till then was corsets. We picked a black ribbon with red trimming and started lacing up my back. With each needle the ribbon went around, master pulled the needles closer and closer together increasing the pain and pleasure.
After the corset lacing was finished and I have pictures taken.
The master had decided that it was late and that I had had enough pleasure for one night. He changed the music to a fast paced song of my choice. Let the bodies hit the floor by drowning pool. That cd was often the music I used to throw me up into a higher sub space. . It was now time to remove the needles. At first I wanted to enjoy the lingering pain so we decided to pull them out two by two. The first two needles on either side of my shoulder blade he took out first, deep breaths and laughing was to follow. I had a look of disappointment on my face. The pace of removal and procedure was to chance. The removal of the needles was not what I wanted. I wanted more pain. I needed to push past the emotions and enter a new head space. I wanted more.
Master grasped five needles in each hand from each side and pulled them up and out scraping the inside of my flesh making it bleed. Being that I am anemic the blood seemed to flow like a river down my back. Warm sticky blood oozed down my flesh in ribbons sending me flying into sub space. The next set of five needles that he pulled up and out I came instantly. Much to my mistress's laughter the excitement was too much. More blood pouring down my flesh. Mistress and master both spoke words of praise to me. The next set of 4 he pulled up and out I passed out in totally bliss I woke up to mistress whispering in my ear I was her favorite and was the best slave she had. It pleased her to see my pain and pleasure. Master bandaged up the wounds cleaned up the blood but not before letting me lick my own blood off his fingers. I now can not go but a few days with out needles it helps me to see to think and to be me. My back needs some rest for now. As I have to let the scars fade and heal.