Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Point by Anonymous

The point.

She stared at him.  He was such a beautiful sight.  Naked, on his back on the bed, his feet cuffed to his ankles.  He was probably expecting that she would use the strap-on, as she had on so many other occasions.  But not tonight, she had something else planned entirely.   She smiled to herself as she inspected her work.  Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest.  Her nerves were tingling with nervous anticipation.  They had talked about this, his desire to have it done, her desire to try it.  It wasn’t something most people would consent to, or have an interest in, but that was ok, they both knew that they were far different from other people.

Slowly her fingers trailed from his ankle to his knees, her nails dragging against his skin.  A delicious shiver ran across his body at her touch.  She continued to run her nails over his skin digging in a times, leaving bright red lines over various parts of his body.  He wiggled and moved, unable to keep still or silent as she laughed and dug her fingernails in harder.  She was at times gentle and playful, tickling his sides, making him squirm.  The entire time; telling him what a good slut he was, and she was going to have fun with her filthy whore.

Earlier in the day she had prepared her surprise.  How difficult it was not to let on, to keep it a secret.  She was so excited to play with him, to do this that she spent hours dreaming about it, planning.  From the first time he mentioned it, she had fantasized about what it would be like.  What it would feel like.  She had no doubts it would turn him on.  He would be hard and aching long before she even got to what she had planned.  She’d told him they would do something new today, but not exactly what.

This particular activity didn’t seem to have any special safety equipment to sort out.  She’d researched, watched videos, spoke to others online that had tried it.  “Keep it clean” was really the only advice she’d had.  So she took due diligence, and make sure all the tools were sterile as possible.  Other than the tools and lube, all she had was an ice cold damp hand towel, which she’d taken from the fridge and placed over his face, both to shock him a bit and to keep him from watching her as she worked.

Reaching down she wrapped her hand gently around his balls.  He jumped a bit at first, uncertain as to the intent of her touch.  She smiled quietly to herself at his tensing and whispered in her low, soft voice “Relax, Mine”, which he did at the comforting tone of her words.  As she felt the weight of him, the soft, stretchy skin in her warm hands, he started to harden for her.  Taking a steel cock ring, she slid it down his shaft and began working his balls through it.  The harder he got, the more difficult it would be to put that on.  After working his balls through it, she gave his genitals a nice tug while pushing the ring against his body to be certain nothing was pinching, and to know it was on securely.  She chuckled as her boy groaned and became fully erect.

She stroked his shaft a bit, running her thumb up and down the length of him pressed against the back of his shaft.  Swirling the pad of the finger against then up and over the tip of him.  His soft moans of pleasure and quiet “Thank you, Mistress” being the only encouragement she needed.  She continued touching him right until she began to notice just a slight bit of pre ooze from the tip of him.  “That’s my slut, good boy” she told him, in a light playful voice.  A breathless “Yes, Mistress” his only reply.

She uncovered the tray she’d had on the bed with them, and looked over the lube and the small assortment of thin, perfect 27 gauge sterile needles that she’d ordered special for this occasion.  Yes, they’d played with needles before.  But not like today.  No, today she was going to do something new. She had his consent; the blindfold was more to keep him calm.  Taking a bit of sterile lube she covered the top of his shaft in it, making him even impossibly harder for her.  The slickness of it against her warm fingertips, making her fingers slide deliciously over him, making her chuckle and he groaned even louder.  No doubt he was thinking she would ride him.

Luckily he was quite veiny when rock hard.  This made it easy to mark his shaft with red and black sharpie.  Red for blood vessels to avoid.  Black for where to place the pins.  No doubt he could not tell what she was doing, and was a bit confused by feel of the pen.  Once marked to her liking, she tossed the pens back on the tray.  She leaned forward and whispered in her boy’s ear in her most demanding, velvety voice “Are you ready, my darling boy?”  There was of course only one answer when she prompted him in this way.  “Yes Mistress” was the nervous reply.

Slowly she tore the first needle from its package.  It’s plastic gray bottom in her fingers.  She pinched some skin at the base of his penis and let him know “You’re going to feel a slight pinch on your penis…” and using the plastic end for leverage she slid the needle quickly through the pinched skin.  Her boy gasped loudly “Holy Fuck!” he yelped as his body went rigid.  To his credit, he remained rock hard.  She opened another pin and ran it through the skin of his cock right above the first.  Her boy groaning with each prick.  The more needles she ran through his skin, the more pre-cum leaked from his shaft.  He’d figured out what was happening, and was just as excited as she was.

After 27 pins, she removed the towel covering his face, which was no longer chilled, now being as warm as his face.  Allowing him to lean up slightly and look at her beautiful handiwork, he stared at his hard, dripping penis in awe.  It was nearly outlined with the little grey nubs that were the signature back end of the needles.  Gingerly she ran her fingertips over the top of his shaft, his cock jumping with the touch of her.  “It’s so sensitive, my Mistress” he said reverently, with complete awe for what he was witnessing.  She unlocked one of his wrists from its cuff so her boy could touch it.  Which he did, wide eyed and maybe even with a bit of fear.

“So my boy, you think I could get you to come with all those pins in?” she said with a wicked bit of laughter.  His voice shaking slightly “I’m sure my Mistress, you could do anything to me…”

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