Posted by red on February 19th, 2006 in Kink

I sat there before her, eyes sheathed in a black blindfold. I felt my pulse throbbing, my breath heaving, my muscles tensing. I knew that this was something I desperately wanted to do – to experience – yet somehow I was tense and anxious. My excitement and fear was out there for anyone to see – I was wearing it all over my face, all over my sweating body, all over my shallow breaths. Intense excitement. Intense fear.

I breathed deeply. I needed to calm down.

She placed her hand on my chest and remarked that I was holding so much tension there. I concentrated on releasing the tensed muscles across my bared breast, down my arched back, through my scrunched forehead. I told myself that this was what I wanted to do, and I believed it. Excitement started to take over.

She asked if I could feel it yet. Feel what????

If I could feel the scratching of her needle tracing slowly back and forth, lightly against my soft, quivering breast, and my slowly hardening areola. yyyyyeeeeesssss

She told me she was going to slide in into me, pass it under my skin and out again. please…do it….

Ready? Oh yes

One….inhale…exhale

Two…Inhale…wait….shit…I can’t do this….oh I guess I can….exhale….

Three…Inhale…exhale…and ohmy!….

As I exhaled, the needle pushed through my skin and slid under, following the path she’d so carefully traced along that tender expanse. It felt like all of time had slowed to a crawl as she slowly and steadily pushed it through. I was exhaling and the needle was going through me and I could do nothing except sit there and process it. It felt so intrusive – foreign and certainly not welcome. But at the same time, it made the area feel alive…vibrant…aware…

And then it was finished. She had pushed it all the way through and it was just there…pinching…tugging…throbbing.

I breathed in. That was much easier than I thought it would be.

The process was easier for the other three needles – they got easier to take the more I had in me. When she’d finally finished the last of the four needles, I was able to finally focus all my attention to how they felt.

I didn’t have long to process what was happening in my head. I wasn’t really all there, but I was sharp and acutely aware of myself and my surroundings. I felt ever last millimeter of each of those needles; I felt every last millimeter of flesh that was displaced. The skin was so tight that it felt like it had literally been pulled into the amazingly small passage carved out by the needle.

The pierced areas throbbed and pulsed with the beat of my heart. There was no pain, no sting, no ouch, no nothing. Just a dull throb. I felt disconnected from the feeling – It was like I refused to believe that the needles weren’t somehow much more painful. I took off my blindfold and studied the way they wove into my flesh. I almost forgot that they were actually in me.

Back in the safe confines of the blindfold I breathe slowly as she counts to three to remove the first needle. It leaves my body slowly and precisely and again, it feels foreign and uncomfortable. This time, however, it leaves me feeling hollow and vacant, as if the space the needle had created now demanded to remain filled. As she finally pulled it free from my body, I felt something different still – a feeling of satisfaction, not unlike the relief one gets from removing an infected splinter.

I was heady – vacant. My mind wanted to float and my body wasn’t far behind. The remaining needles came out one at a time and I barely noticed. A deep satisfaction fell over me when the final one was removed. A cycle had been completed, so to speak. A definite end to my first experience with needles.