The Adrenaline Button

Pain Slut Phone SexMaster has a new obsession with needles.

At first I was scared, because needs are used for shots. Hospitals. Doctors. Just a lot of scary associations but he has shown me just how wonderful needs can be.

Our first few plays were simple lines under skin on the arm, thighs, places where there was a nice stingy bite and then just the soft pressure of a needle resting there. I loved the sting and the designs he’d make with the colored ends and pieces of ribbon.

My Master truly is an artist and I love that he uses me as a canvas.

Then one day, he came in excited… He had heard of this thing called the adrenaline button and he had to try.

So he laid me down, playing with my nipple and making me squirm. His pitches and twists make the nipple so hard and my pussy wet as every pleasurable twinge went straight from that nipple to my clit.  Then he took out the needle, it was long and thin and as he pulled my nipple up so my breast was taut he let it slide through that pink areola. The sting was beautiful and it made my back arch and I gasped. Then he did another, and another, all the way to the tip of my nipple. My nipple was on fire, every nerve felt touched, and I felt my heart race. It was painful and pleasurable and so confusing all at the same time.

Then Master really began to play. He went to each of those needles. Twisting, turning, flicking. It was to much, I came on the table. Hard.

I was left a quivering mess of raw nerves and he didn’t even though my pussy. I think I love needles… I can’t wait to see what other ideas my Master comes up with.

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