Some fantasies take longer to fulfill than others, but are well worth the wait when you get to them.
My early fantasies, I'm talking 6 or 7 years old, where about puncturing flesh, I wondered what the sensation would feel like and tried them on myself with safety pins and sewing needles. I found the pricks stimulating my very pre-pubescent clit and was hooked.
I found the same pleasures came from biting my hand and loved how I could connect pain to pleasure and stimulate myself throughout the day. Over the years I began to notice calluses on my left hand from the continual chomping on the source of my pleasure.
I timidly lost that pleasure when I first encountered needle play from Queen Cougar some ten years ago in a hotel room in Ft. Lauderdale. I was there with my future husband at a Leather Conference. The kink world celebrities where there in force including Guy Baldwin and Vi Johnson.
This last year, the hunger for puncture came back. I connected to it again at DESIRE conference, watching women splattered in blood after an intense orgasms, with drunken smiles, made me want that pleasure that has so often been associated with our female pain. Blood flow that I caused, controlled and yearned to use for my cunt's pleasure. Queen Cougar was there to re-introduce me to a pleasure of piercings that I had forgotten.
So when a lovely snowflake landed in my lap, I found his white flesh appealing and irresistible. Delicately designed, primmed and trimmed of any unnecessary fat, he was ready for the release of endorphins that a needle can deliver. And when a piercing just above his breast was placed, it went through him and connected to my clit delivering that electrical pre-orgasmic flutter.
But orgasms make me sleepy and I couldn't give myself the pleasure I wanted from his body to feed mine by letting our endorphins mingle. But I was getting drunk. Top space highs are like driving drunk.
I see my duty to care for my play partner and ensure his pleasure is complete. But I am drunk in the endorphins and I'm fighting to keep my hand from my crotch. I cross my legs and kegel the flows to maintain my state. Not that the crowd would mind if I stripped and came before them, but I know I have miles to go before I can sleep.
Within the hour I am home and sitting in my car waiting to calm down from the bridled pleasure I was still feeling. Then the miracle occurred, my husband arrived home just as I got out of the car. He carried my toy bag upstairs as we shared our separate play experiences of the night.
His was gentler with rope, spanking and multiple orgasms for his new beautiful Creole submissive. 'A gift from the leather gods' as he puts it. Our stories were came together in timely manner, I relived my punctures again with him and we finished the scene with my own extremely wet sex being punctured by the equally dripping cock of my husband.
We laughed in bed at the plight of our double Dominant challenges of getting off from our separate and divergent styles. It's a delicate dance and one we have talked about and experienced with differing levels of success and failure. But it is our choice and our energy together that still makes it a continual Top High 24/7.
