Needles and The FIST

I don't like needles.

The idea of allowing a person to stick hypodermics in me for a purpose other than to draw blood seems more than mildly insane.

I have recently been in a car accident and I am unable to enjoy impact play (either giving or receiving) and unable to enjoy almost every other pain stimulating play I can think of. I am a fighter, a squirmer, a runner and a beg for more'er.

In other words I ADORE active scenes. It's what I do, and I do it well.

I can not squirm, writhe, wiggle, fight or ANYTHING!

I find myself at a sex positive event, unable to do any of the activities I adore.

There are only two things I can think of that I love to do that require me to be still.

I seek out the only person I trust to do both.

Negotiations begin.

The scene is set and we begin.

My friend spends quite some time prepping. Giving me their very best "Doctor" face while cleaning fingertips with alcohol swabs. Then cleaning the tops of my chest with more alcohol wipes.

Deep breath in, out, in, out..... the needle is pressed through my skin and pops out the other side. We pause and delight in my endorphin's together before I take a few more breaths and it is woven under and through my skin again.

We kiss and caress each other.

It isn't particularly painful. It is an extreme pysch out for me. We both touch the skin resting over the fine needle and the pain bleeds slowly into me. I am flying so high I don't think the ceiling can contain me. My nipple is first nuzzled and then sucked. I am transported to another level of bliss.

The next needle goes in just as slowly, we are delighting in this moment together and it is (for me) as if my entire world has been reduced to only the two of us, in this moment.

The needles are ultra fine and they end up bent around so they don't slip free of my temporary piercing.

Bottle of lube has now joined us in our private universe. Drips and drizzles between my parted thighs, I pull and twist at the needles as fingers slide in my slippery labia. Two fingers slide inside and poke at my g-spot, I am cumming almost instantly.

It is not long before the entire hand is inside me and I am cumming multiple times and crying out my ecstasy.  We share sexy kisses and I am told I am beautiful. I am in sensory overload, caressing soft skin and completely surrendering to the rapture that is swirling around me.

To soon it seems it is over. The fist is withdrawn and we joke around about the cum coated glove, hand and arm. Oops!

The needles are withdrawn and more alcohol wipes are applied. This is, the most painful part of the entire scene. I squirm and moan a bit at the light stings. This makes us both laugh again.

At last I sit up, Oh! we are not alone in the world! We have an audience.. I smile and we embrace and kiss. Soft naked skin against soft naked skin.

Such an intimate scene in midst of a party.

I am satisfied, my lust has gone from raging fire, to the low simmer that never goes away.

Thank you my friend!

Here Kitty Kitty

Friday I had a friend over for some playtime.

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.

Yes that is my fist buried in her pussy. She is impaled up to my wrist.

There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.

I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.

Delicious.

Fisted

It never ceases to amaze me the situations I negotiate my way into. For the puropse of keeping the girls identifieable I shall name them Star (my sadistic friend) Pixie (the cute pert girl who is amazingly adorable) and Sparkles (the girl with the sparkly skull stockings)

I was at a play party recently and after helping the most adorable pert lil cutie attach her stockings to her garter, we began discussing fisting. Pixie mentioned she had never been fisted and always wanted to watch someone do it.

I immediately volunteered.

Star who was to place her fist inside my vagina was someone I had been hoping to play with for months and it appeared that a seed I had planted was about to bear the most delicious of fruits.

We chose the gyno table for the scene and I placed my towel down and clambered into position. I had grabbed a small vibe for my clit and surrendered it to Star happily.

With my legs spread wide and labia open for her to view she wasted no time in lubing up her fingers and slipping them inside me. The vibe pressed against my clit, as I begin to moan and squirm.

Our audience of one had a instrument of torment in her hands and began beating my breasts with a thin paddle.. nipples sucked and bit and tormented as Star's hand relentlessly pushed more fingers inside me. It wasn't enough I needed more. I called out that I was cumming, her fingers and the vibe pushing me over the edge.

I start begging and pleading for more. She is laughing and teasing me and I start laughing and screaming out "PLEASE PLEASE" the sweet Pixie girl who is assisting is exclaiming her amazement at what she is seeing. This only serves to push me further over the top. I am such an exhibiionist.

I hear more laughter from across the room and I am suddenly filled with Star's fist. My arms are above my head and grabbing the edge of the table as I cum all over her fist, groaning and shuddering and laughing as she pulls my orgasm out of me.

Suddenly it is to much and I gasp out my safeword. All play stops and she kisses me. Her fist is still inside of me and she is holding it still and asking if I can take more or if I am finished. I am gasping, my vagina tense and pulsing around her. I ask her to stop, I just can't do anymore now.

Star slides her hand from me and rubs her fingers over my labia gently telling me I am so hot and sexy. I smile and she cleans the lube off my vulva. She assists me off the gyno table and Pixie tells me how sexy it was.

I ask to be caged. My senses are overwhelmed and I need to calm myself. Star cages me and sits on top of the cage. I reach through the bars and touch her legs gently, almost in worship of her. Her skin is so smooth and soft and I find myself softly kissing her sexy ass through the bars. She murmurs her appreciation.

Soon she hops off the bars and informs me she is going to find an entire group of girls to Top me. I whimper in reply and then she is off. While she is gone I discuss with the handsome man who is guarding my cage what could be coming up next for me. We decide he should be part of it!

I watch her from inside my cage as she wanders the party finding willing women to dominate me. Soon she has her fellow sadists gathered and she is removing me from the cage.

I am laid face down on top of a padded cage and tied by my forearms to the eyehooks.

Let the games begin!

I am laughing in no time. Hysterical laughter bubbling from me as I am spanked and swatted, flogged and fucked by an insistent vibrator. Different sensations coming from every direction as each member of our party strikes me with a different implement. Mob mentality at its finest!

My pain loving friend has started punching my ass and laughing "She said she liked being fisted!" I am squealing and the endorphines are causing me to giggle in ecstasy.

I start cumming and squirting and humping and wiggling. I am crying out inbetween bursts of laughter.

To soon in seems it is ending, she has scooped the cum from between my legs and is smearing it all over my bum.

I bliss out as they rub me all over with a soft fluffy mitt and sharp fingernails, I am moaning and muttering as I am untied.

Now THAT is being fisted!