The Bite

My hard limits include needles and piercings. I am minorly afraid of needles having had multiple IV's and blood drawing encounters go horribly awry. I generally don't like any type of play that breaks through the barrier of my skin.

You can imagine my own surprise when I asked a favorite playmate to poke me with a  needle. I am sure she was more than a bit surprised, as at the last piercing party I attended I had to walk away, I simply became to scared.

The day of our play date arrived and I was slightly anxious, but also determined.

She looked at me from across the room and asked if I still wanted to go through with it. My jitters stopped cold and I froze.

"Yes."

"Would you like to see it?"

"Yes."

"Where would you like to have it?"

"Where would you suggest?"

"Do you want mildly sensitive or highly sensitive?"

"Can we go for mid-range."

Her response is a nod and a smile. She remains seated for a moment longer before rising and collecting gloves a needle and alcohol wipes. She pulls a chair up beside me.

"Put your arm in my lap."

I obey and she turns it so it is palm up. Tender white skin and pale blue veins in my wrist exposed. My hand is relaxed and open. I am breathing very shallowly.

Fear is fluttering at me with delicate wings.

She rubs the skin of my forearm with alcohol wipes. The spot chosen is midway between my elbow and wrist. My smooth skin is grasped gently between her thumb and forefinger.

The needle is poised to pierce.

"Take a deep breath in... breathe out slowly."

I obey, long slow breathing, she tells me again and yet again. On the third intake of air my body relaxes slightly, I release the air and she slides the needle through the skin of my arm.

Swirl.

I am cast into subspace immediately. I am looking at my arm resting in her lap. Slowly clenching and unclenching my fingers. I touch the pierced skin with my fingertips. The sensation in my arm is only a slight burn, not painful just very strange.

I look at the foreign object in my skin and my mind is completely blown away by it. She discusses with me how the needle is resting under my skin. Grabbing the ends she lifts away from my body and I can see the skin trapped by the hypodermic.

Tilt.

She twists the needle around as if it is the hand of a clock, moving the needle under my skin, stretching it and causing my entire arm to burn. She holds it at a turn of slightly more than halfway. I am gasping. She lets the needle go and it springs back. My skin is resilient and the hypodermic snaps back to it's original position.

I notice my arousal at this point, my nipples are hard and aching. My panties are very damp. I admit to myself how highly erotic this is.

There is a small droplet of blood on the pointy end of the needle, so brilliant and stunningly beautiful. My beautiful playmate leans in and kisses my lips, I am eager and return her kiss passionately. She is turning the needle again, this time she goes about seventy percent around.

My entire being reduces to that needle in my arm. I am the burn that radiates out and fills my body with the sweet ecstasy that only a rush of pure endorphins can produce.

The hypodermic is released and I gasp out that I am finished. The needle is swiftly removed.

I sit there panting as if I have just run for miles.

A moist alcohol wipe is placed gently over the two needle holes in my arm, the alcohol slowly resolving into a gentle burn as it cleans the tiny wounds.

I comment how it looks like I have been bitten. My friend laughs and says it is her bite mark. This makes me smile and glow with an inner warmth. I adore being marked and while it is a tiny nick it may be the most intimate imprint I have ever received.

The room slowly comes back into focus and I realize that our audience of two has been there silently observing the entire time. I had forgotten they were there.

We discuss other places for needle play and which places are highly sensitive and which places are to be avoided. Different types of gauges and different styles and methods are also discussed.

I am languishing now in the burn of the alcohol as she tenderly attends to the small wounds.

I know next time I will have her 'bite' in more stimulating spots.

This is a true testament to how much I  trust this person. Needles remain a hard limit with everyone except her.

Night

The smell of damp grass is surrounding me. The humidity is tangible in the cool night air. Slapping me with its cold clammy fingers across tear stained cheeks.

Sadness overcomes me and I cry some more. Tears dripping off my chin into the moist earth. The ground soaking up the wet drops. If only it would absorb the pain.

Sight smeared in grief. The night a stark invading blackness that overwhelms.

The problem with allowing yourself to be vulnerable to another person is that inevitably they will hurt you. It is impossible to avoid.

What do you do then?
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Summer's End

I am unable to bottom as much as I would like during summer months due to the visibility of marks in the skimpier summer clothing. Instead I take workshops and spend a lot of time enjoying company and going for walks in nature.

I took an impact workshop last night. A favorite playmate of mine was the stunt bottom and I sat in the audience and watched as the very experienced Top demonstrated different toys, their uses and the effectiveness of each type of strike. He spent a lot of time discussing safety and the best places to strike as well as the most erotic.

It was very interesting to watch them playing and even more interesting to feel how aroused I became watching them. At one point my arousal became so intense I nearly orgasmed from watching. How invigorating!

Having been on both ends of the implements that were being used I have a special affinity towards impact play. I have played with both the bottom and the Top and watching them play together was incredible.

The bottom spent a lot of time vocalizing to the crowd what was happening for her and how she was processing it. She is great at conveying her feelings during a scene, having the rare talent to be able to fly without loosing lucidity.

Afterwards she also did a fisting demo and I helped out by assisting her with her breathing and helping her stay calm. She is so beautiful and sexy, I was very excited by her responses.

Talking with the Top who conducted the workshop afterwards I agreed to be the stunt bottom for his cell popping demo at the end of the month. It is time to have my totem scribed into my back again as it has faded. The first time was in a quiet back room and there was no one watching. This time will be a public demo.

I am excited for autumn to begin!