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 The fist is withdrawn and we joke around about the cum coated glove, hand and arm.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!

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.