For the love of pain
I have been enjoying needle play recently and find myself comparing it to cutting. They are nowhere near the same experience. The seductive slice of the blade searing open the flesh and spilling out your precious fluids versus the piercing punch of a needle at first stinging slightly to only intensifying into a growing hum finally rupturing out of the flesh to continue to cause chills and tingles as the body acclimates to the experience.
Purrrrrrr
I first experimented with cutting for pleasure at 19. It was part of foreplay¡Kthe sensation of flesh stinging and burning as friction and sweat tore at tender slices¡Kit was orgasmic on its own. I have since refined it beyond just the yummy sexual sensation.
The body as a canvas tattoos, brands, scarification, body modification and piercing a way of expressing oneself in a way that satisfies a hunger. My continued interest in play piercing has me all-a-tingle as I ponder the human canvas. I have been drawing out designs to use on my willing victims and myself. I have been experimenting with different plugs for the needles to provide a little more safety for movement when up and about wearing the piercing. I have found rubber to be the most secure so far. Using different colors and sizes I have plans to enjoy my version of stippling both sides of the needle. One of the really nice things about playing with needles is that the piercing is not permanent.
I am now using some of it in therapy for friends and family not my average clientele. On Tuesday night I instructed someone to pierce over acupuncture points to encourage the flow of chi. I pulled my floating ribs wearing a corset a little too tight a little too long. I have not been in pain all day, wonderful!
I love win-win situations
