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I knew she had asked for needle play too, the friend we arrived with. It was strangely surreal watching master tell her to get into the chair, she lay there exposed, while the assistant got the needles ready, and master prepared, I stood watching, he was trying to explain what he was going to do, and they were all talking but I was too spaced out from my own experience to really understand, the world had fuzzy edges and their voices were a little too difficult to comprehend…

He told her to lie back, and he said he was going to do the same as he had done to me… she didn’t want him to start in the nipples, and I clumsily tried to explain that it was best, but my usual eloquence was lost to me… She was adamant, and I guess as she isn’t his slave/submissive he did as she requested (it was strange the thought of telling him no, I don’t think I would like it ).

He started at the top and worked down towards the nipples, she took it well to begin with, clearly enjoying it, then as they got closer to her nipples she got started to wince a little and say it hurt. When he put it through her nipple, the look in her eyes as she glared at him was priceless, I smiled to myself as the feisty submissive laid back again, as he continued on the other breast. ….

By the end she was spaced, I could see it in her, she was floating, and I felt happy that she was feeling what I had, and that master had made her that way. She lay there basking in the pleasure, the 14 needles through her so pretty.

Watching her that way, seeing her experience what I had only recently felt it was surreal but pleasurable, and to see master at work when I wasn’t *busy* was different. hehe

I didn’t feel any jealousy… why not? Why should I…. I have everything I need with my master If he plays with someone else then that’s ok with me.

Of course one of my next blogs will be about my recent escapades in my Domme persona …….

The one thing I know is going to happen tonight… the moment iv’e been really looking forward to. The needle play, how delicious it is, how I love it so… the pain/pleasure.. The way it makes me soar so high, pure bliss.

He says its time, and takes me to the medical chair. Of course till I got to the club I didn’t know Id be so displayed when we did the needle play… but like who cares right? Its worth it, and I am so far past caring if I have an audience. I cant wait the excitement is butterflies in my stumoch… it’s a fire inside me, driving me onwards.

He holds my arm to help me up to the stage, and the chair is in front of me, so stark so uncompromising… it exudes the kind of medical scene I used to fantasise about for so many years. The stuff of my darkest fears and wants. Next to it is a trolley and a bin… all that’s needed. And I am lying back… my head resting, my legs slightly parted resting on the chair supports. I lean back and close my eyes… lick my lips with anticipation. His assistant in greens holds the needles, passes them to him. He puts the first straight through my right nipple, I yelp, I cant help it, it stings as it draws through my flesh. He calms me, and puts the next through my right nipple, it hurts but it feels good, I start to feel the familiar euphoria and as he puts the next 6 above the first on the left side I am not even aware of how many he has put in… my mind is gone the world is shiny, glimmering when I open my eyes, but I don’t open them for long, the pleasure is too much as I feel the sharp, sharp pinch of the needles, the pull as they drag my skin through as they pass through the other side. He does them quickly and as he starts on the other side suddenly it feels too intense I start to struggle a little and cry out. …. He speaks softly in my ear calming me, counts down from ten, and as if on command we reach one and I am calm, my breathing still and steady, and he carries on, the last needles feel good, I am floating high, and when he is done I look….. Mmm 7 needles in each breast running from the nipple up, so pretty and so a part of me, the flesh moved by the needles, piercing it through becoming a part of me. He tells me to lie back and enjoy it, up there on display, his needle bunny his good girl, floating high as a kite, I opened my eyes and a girl was watching me, and I just smiled and faded back, sometimes I looked up, sometimes at the people playing around the club. I was there but I wasn’t, I was floating outside of it all, euphoria has hit me hard, and I cant help but go with the flow…..

Eventually he comes back and takes them out, I almost pout, I want to be there forever, needle bunny where she’s happiest

Yes through defences not just skin…

We need somewhere bright he says we walk around the club but everywhere is taken…. He takes me outside to the area outside the toilets, just a sofa, and a small high table and a tall stool… he tells me to get up on the stool facing the wall… I perch on the stool, my knees against the cold wall… my hands holding the carving in front of me that’s on the wall.

I feel calm… excited but not scared.. He sprays me first to clean the skin. And then a few moments later I feel the scalpel digging into my flesh, pulling scratching, biting into me, I feel it drag across me, and I wince and pull away….. Master calms me talks softly to me, and I relax again… I feel it again biting, dragging across my flesh…. The S is finished, and he asks me what I want written, slut or strawberry…. I cant conceive I can handle such a long word, much as I want it, much as I wish he would just do it… do slut I say… and again I feel the sting..the bite.. And I relax… feel the warmth and let go, I lose all sense of where I am, of who I am, and just feel the sensations. Within minutes it is done, and I’m gone, my minds floating, he says to get down, and go sit on the sofa, he helps me down, and I am jelly, a mess…. I’m floating, the endorphins carrying me away.

Once he is done he says to stand, I struggle to my feet, shaky and high, he says how pretty my blood looks all over my pretty white clothes. I know he wants to drink from me, and I am right…. He gets the scalpel, and suddenly I am afraid again, he pierces the skin slightly, and i flinch away… he is cross, and we try again, this time i give in to it, i feel the sharp, then suddenly I feel the delicious warmth the pull as he sucks the lifeforce from my body, and I do feel like a sacrifice, a blood sacrifice to my god I lean into him, my head against him as he moans against me drinking, drinking…..

I feel so good so absent . I go sit with my head against the high sofa side… and I’m floating away. Everyone seems so far away, the club the people, everything. A friend sits with me for a bit and I am just sitting, happy, smiling…. And master comes back to sit with me, I sit beside him my head against him, and I feel so very shiny………………

Now I have SLUT carved into my left shoulder, and the slight discomfort reminds me constantly of Saturday and all the fun we have had … mmmmm