I cuff him and tie him spread-eagled to the bed. I take out the piercing gear and lay it out. The 14 gauge needles , clamps, antiseptic, anticipating the pain he would be in soon.
He is nervous, this is the first time I have restrained him for a piercing. I lean down to kiss him, soft, gentle kisses, he returns them hesitantly.
“It will be fine, baby.”
I reassure him, stroke his cheek.
“It will hurt, but it will be fine.”
I kiss him again, a little harder this time, and whisper “hurt” into his mouth over and again as I push against him a little harder. I run my hand down over his chest playing with his nipples, pulling at them, and he lets out a low moan as I pinch first one, hard, then the other.
Something in him ticks over, and he suddenly arches up to me, kissing me aggressively, hard, shoving his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, a deep growl in his throat and I move over him, straddling him, his cock under me, his hips lifting and I hold his head up to me as we kiss and the bed rocks with him straining against me and against his bonds.
I finally pull away, we are both breathing heavily. I look at the needles and look at him.
I settle in beside him and wipe down his right nipple. He watches me, his eyes going to my face then to my hands on his skin. I lean over to kiss him and he reaches for me, wanting more.
I clamp his nipple and bring the needle-point to his skin and I push it into his flesh, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, watching his face… nervous, fearful, then contorting with pain, a grunting and holding of breath, and then he melts into the endorphins as the needle comes out the other side. I leave it sticking into his nipple, playing with it mildly, stroking his skin around it, and down past his ribs to his hip and I flutter my fingers over his straining cock, feeling him respond.
I hold up another needle. He looks at me and shakes his head.
“I can’t,” he says, a dreamy quality to his voice despite his matter of fact tone, “I’m endorphined out”.
I look back at him.
He shakes his head again, “No, I can’t, I really can’t.”
He knows I won’t do it, he is unconcerned.
I unwrap the needle. His eyes widen as the realisation dawns. I wipe down his left nipple.
“No, please really, please Ma’am! I can’t do another one, I can’t! Please don’t do this! Really, I can’t!”, he is shaking his head violently now, “Please, please don’t!”
I squeeze his left nipple into the clamp. I bring the needle to it, and watch his face as I press the point into the tender skin. He gasps and I push, slowly, slowly, and his face registers the pain, his mouth open, a sound coming out, like a keening, and as the needle disappears into his flesh, his face tightens, his jaw clenches, his limbs pull against his bonds and then as the needle comes out the other side, his features soften into bliss, his cock is rock hard and flowing precome, and his eyes are on mine and it’s beautiful.
And he whispers to me about his arousal at me hurting him like this, how much he loves it loves it loves itlovesit when I hurt him like this. And my heart feels like it will burst with his trust, and the rush of power and protectiveness I feel goes straight to my cunt, and his whispering and his hard cock and his blissed-out face make me want to devour him.
I undo one of his cuffs, and bring his hand to his cock, and he masturbates for me while I manipulate the needles in his nipples and play with my mouth on his, his gasping when I hurt him making him increase the pace on his cock, his arousal making me rock against the bed.
When he is about to come, he looks askance at me and I nod permission and I watch him stay on the edge for a moment, and when he starts to come, I quickly pull one of the needles out of his nipple with a twist. He registers the shock and pleasure and arches up off of the bed and comes, his muscles straining against the bonds as his body convulses, his eyes locked on mine.
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Kissing. Needles. Pain. Lust. Panic. Trust. Compassion. All rolled into one. Wow. You’ve outdone yourself and, for once, rendered me completely speechless. What an utterly beautiful place your mind is.
Elan.
You couldn’t, wouldn’t… could you? I think you might have identified once of those ‘difficult’ things…
Elan: You? Speechless? I simply don’t believe it!
I am inordinately pleased with that outcome, despite the fact that I always want to hear what you have to say!
Thank you so much.
Ferns
substantiallysub: I could and I would so I did.
And yes, I can completely understand that this might fall into the category of ‘difficult’ things. Anticipation of it might be even more difficult than enacting it…
Ferns
Holy holy holy fuck. Holy fuck. No, seriously. I mean it.
thumper: Blasphemy plus fornication… perfect!! But holy fuck what?!
“Holy fuck that scares the shit out of me”?
“Holy fuck that’s so hot I nearly came”?
“Holy fuck that would hurt and my nipples have retracted back into my body”?
Tell tell tell!
Ferns
Ferns,
“I am inordinately pleased with that outcome, despite the fact that I always want to hear what you have to say! Thank you so much.”
You’re welcome, as always. I’ve got my voice back now. :-)
The part you’ve left out, and I’ve been there, is where the boy crumbles, because there are too many simultaneous stimuli, emotional and physical, for any one mind and body to process. So he shatters into tears, good tears, but tears none-the-less, and then even the tears aren’t effective at quelling the overload so everything shuts down. It’s at this point that you hold him, caress him, talk him through, lick his face, wet his lips, and get moisture into his body. Eventually he comes back from shock, but even then it’s at an extremely low, fragile level of functioning. He holds you and shudders for a bit, and you hold him some more while pampering, attending, and blanketing him with your body as he continues to recover. And when he’s whole again, thanks (hugely) to your loving care, he whispers “thank you my love”, kissing your lips and drinking your mouth, because he needs food, food that only you can provide.
Afterthought: 14 gauge needles? Yowza! Perhaps your system of gauges is different than ours? Then again, having sampled tidbits of you, perhaps not. Delicious, scary, woman that you are.
“I leaned down to kiss him, soft, gentle kisses, he returns them hesitantly. ‘It will be fine, baby’ I reassure him, and stroke his cheek. ‘It will hurt, but it will be fine’, I kiss him again, a little harder this time, and whisper ‘hurt’ into his mouth over and again as I push against him a little harder.”
The submissive’s dilemma: expressed as poignantly and fervently as I’ve ever seen it on paper. It’s always a pleasure reading your BLOG.
Elan.
Elan: Great to see that you have your voice back (I wasn’t worried!).
“…and I’ve been there, is where the boy crumbles…”
Thank you for that very personal addendum… lovely!
“It’s always a pleasure reading your BLOG.”
And it’s a pleasure to be read… Ahh the perfect relationship!
Ferns
— And it’s a pleasure to
— be read… Ahh the
— perfect relationship!
*pets the Domme*
‘Cause Dommes need petting too.
Elan.
Elan: “*pets the Domme*”
*Puurrrrr*
Ferns
wow….that was hot…..and you did it anyway was even hotter
bdenied: Yes, yes it was hot… and yes, of course I did it anyway. Glad you enjoyed it.
Ferns
Scary, hot, unsettling, and enticing. Such an encounter would leave me spacey for many weeks after. i have never been pierced but now i have some food for thought, thank You Miss Ferns.
There are so many things i want to try, i keep hoping You've written about them so i can sit and reflect on your writing. Your words are fuel for kinky meditation.
Secretive Slave: “i have never been pierced but now i have some food for thought, thank You Miss Ferns.”
You are most welcome, Secretive Slave. Piercing is one of those very intimate things, literally getting inside of him. Wonderful.
“There are so many things i want to try, i keep hoping You've written about them so i can sit and reflect on your writing.”
Well, I hope you find some more of those things.
Ferns
14G made me wince more than the actual piercing. You are cruel. And by cruel, I mean kind.
*smile* Yes, 14G is srs bzns!
And I am a total sweetheart!
Ferns
I always wanted to do things in a grand fashion. My first piercing was made in 1985 at The Gauntlet, in Hollywood, by Elaine Birney. She decided a nice 8-gauge rounded barbell would be appropriate. So it was spoken, so it went down!
8 gauge is indeed doing it ‘in a grand fashion’! I note that you do not reveal where said piercing was. I’m imagining a PA…
Ferns
It was an ampallang. My dick had eyes for decades, until it had to be removed for an MRI. It would not fit back after the procedure. All I have left is a PA in about a 10 gauge.
Wow. Wow. Hottest passage on your blog.
Thanks, glad you liked it *smile*.
Ferns
Wow!
Just the sort of thing I’ve come to expect from you.
I don’t think I’d ever be comfortable doing needles and piercing, but you make it seriously hot.
I completely understand. Needles are scary!
Glad you enjoyed it, though.
Ferns
Well, I’m late to the party, but that’s incredibly hot. I kind of wish I had more tolerance for resistance play in real life, because it’s so scorchingly hot…but also I’m a marshmallow and don’t like to hurt people more than they’re ready to ask for.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And yes: scorching for me too!
Ferns