Emperor1956
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Susan, and thread. Here are the descriptions of two needle play scenes in which I've taken part. I picked these to show the breadth of the area. Like anything in D/s there is no one true way, nor is it fair to say every needle scene involves the same elements...except of course, needles *GRIN* ENJOY. Scene One: A house servant/slave at a 24-7 B/D/S/M bed and breakfast decided she wanted a pair of wings. Her mistress (and about 6 guests of the House) were glad to oblige. We took 18 ga. 2" IV catheters (that means an 18 gauge needle 2" long in a plastic cannula. They look like the pink ones here) and inserted them in her back, needle in and point out, so they pierced the skin and came back up. The cannulae form a small "vase" and into each one, we hot glued a feather...lovely native american bird feathers from the Mistress' collection. The color pallette was browns and golds and reds, and we inserted about 70 catheters, close enough to eachother for the feathers to overlap like a bird's wing. When it was done, she had a pair of feathered wings sprouting from the middle of her upper back, across her shoulders, and out. It was glorious! I wish I had pictures. This scene took 7-8 people working on the girl, and at least 4 hours (I have no recollection of the passage of time, and I was just a helper bee!) The endorphin rush in the room was wonderful. She wore the wings for about 3 hours...played with Mistress and others a bit in the dungeon, and we then stripped out the needles, cleaned her up and protected her skin, preserved the feathers, and the winged girl slept for about 15 hours. Scene Two: At a small private gathering in Las Vegas, another Dominant had a nice collection of natural porcupine quills, which he graciously shared with Me. While we sat around the pool at an outdoor fire, chatting and eating and drinking, our respective pets knelt at our sides, attended to our drinks, etc. Every 10 minutes or so, as it seemed appropriate, I took a quill and placed it in my girl, in the fleshy area just at the base of her breasts, at her breastbone. My friend did the same, although as his pet was much more experienced with needles, and the resulting rushes, he placed 2-3 quills in her breasts, chest and as the evening progressed, her upper inner thighs. These "scenes" took about 4 hours, too, coincidentally. They were both intense and intensely private. My girl was rolling on a variety of endorphins and emotions, occasioned by the service, the scene and the pain. after several hours, we repaired to a bedroom and carefully removed the quills with a sterilized pliers, played and cuddled, and went back to our hotel. E.
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