Needled as needed
Michelle lay on her stomach, arms out
wide. Her wrists and ankles were weighted, but not tied. She could
move if she wanted to, but at the moment, she wanted more than
anything to remain perfectly still.
The needles slipped under her skin,
making that crunching sound as they went in. She bit her lip and
moaned, feeling them slide just under her skin, pushing their way
back out a few inches later.
She took a deep breath, her skin
pulling against the needles, and tried to imagine what the needles
looked like, what image they put together. There was a turn, a twirl
of the needle, and the feathers rubbed against her skin.
“Wings?” she asked, lifting her
cheek up off the floor. She rolled her shoulders, moaning as the
needles twitched under her skin.
“Shh.” Katie pressed her head
gently back to the floor.
Another needle poked through a few
inches down her shoulder blade. Michelle squeezed her fist tight, bit
her lip hard enough to taste blood. The needle slipped in, along the
surface of her skin. Out over her spine. Then back in on the other
side of her spine. Then it twisted, and she realized that the whole
long needle wasn't even all the way in yet.
Her skin crunched when the needle
pushed its way out finally. She took a deep breath and felt her skin
slide along the metal of the needle as she inhaled, then again when
she exhaled. She moaned as the next needle went in.
“Hold still,” her voice was soft,
focused. The latex of the glove rubbed against Michelle's skin, and
the alcohol created an instant cold spot. Then the needle slid in
“This is really beautiful,” she said. “I can't wait until it's
finished.”
“What is it going to look like?”
“Hush,” she said. “Just try to
relax and let me work.”
It was another long needle, sliding in
and out. One after another, she pushed the needles in one side of her
back, out over the spine, and then back in. Sometimes from right to
left, sometimes from left to right.
Michelle took a deep breath. Katie ran
her finger down the long row over Michelle's spine, giving needle
after needle a light flick with her finger nail. Click, click, click
down Michelle's spine.
She groaned, lifting her hands and her
feet just barely off the ground, her muscles straining at the weight
on her wrists and ankles. Her vision swam, darkened at the edges.
The sweat started getting in the
wounds of her surface piercings, stinging. The pain seemed to come
from far away, waves of it carrying her along. She moaned, and Katie
laughed.
“Just a few more,” Katie said.
“Almost done.”
“What happens when it's done?”
“I have a surprise.”
Michele was about to ask what the
surprise might be, but Katie shushed her again.
Katie tapped her finger against each
needle, one by one. Each tap made Michelle groan, and she counted
them as they went by, one after another. She was breathing heavily,
dizzy and off balance, by the time Katie finished counting and stuck
the twenty-sixth and final needle through at the bottom of her back,
crossing over her spine one last time.
Katie swabbed rubbing alcohol over all
the places needles pierced Michelle's skin. Michelle whimpered at the
burning, strained at the weights, and moaned at the endorphins
crashing through her body like a tidal wave. Her eyes crossed, her
breathing went shallow, and she nearly passed out.
She heard Katie stand up and walk
around the room, putting away the needles that were still in their
packages, throwing away the packages of the needles she'd used on
Michelle. She busied herself around the room, cleaning up and waiting
for Michelle to calm down, letting her enjoy the pleasure, and
smirking to herself about the oncoming pain.
She stepped back to where Michelle lay
and took a few pictures of the pattern she'd drawn, the spiraling
needles, the criss cross zipper pattern across her spine, and the
feathers that made little fairy type wings on her back. She smiled at
her handiwork and sighed. “It really is beautiful,” she said. “Here's hoping it stays that way.”
“What do you mean?” Michelle
asked.
“When your muscles tense, I'm afraid
it'll tear though the skin.”
“What?”
“It wouldn't be a huge problem,”
Katie said. “Nothing really dangerous. The needles aren't all that
deep. Even if they all ripped out, there wouldn't be any permanent
scars. Just little surface cuts. They'd scab over and heal in a day
or so. We'd take care of them. Nothing to worry about.”
Michelle lifted her head. “I'm not
sure I like where this is going,” she said.
Katie laughed. “You have no idea,”
she said. “Remember when we talked about electro play?”
Michelle opened her mouth to protest
just as Katie pressed something against the exposed metal. Michelle
felt electricity pulsing through her body, felt each needle burn a
line under her skin, felt the whole pattern all at once.
She tried to buck, her muscles
tensing, but the weights stopped her from moving too much. Her ankles
and wrists were too heavy. All she could do was tense, shake, moan.
Katie pulled the wand away, and ran
her hand over Michelle's back. Michelle groaned, her eyes fluttering.
Katie checked to see if the skin had ripped, if the needles were
still in place.
“Everything looks fine,” she said,
then pressed the wand down again.
Michelle groaned, letting out a long
and happy sound until there was nothing left in her lungs. Her
fingers splayed, her toes pointed. She shook a bit as volt after volt
pumped through her body.
Katie pulled the wand away, and
checked Michelle's skin again.
As Michelle's muscles loosened and an
orgasm passed through her body, Katie smiled.
“I could get used to this.”
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