Well 2011 is over and we are nearly half way through the first month! So what happened last year?

Well about me to start with I am collared slave to a much loved Sir, a Master who loves and has supported me for the last three years, he nurtures and helps me to grow, He gives me discipline and is my rock, my teacher and mentor...and with all that, has the patience (and a lot of it too) to be my Owner and the great responsibility that comes with that.

So 2011, Lots of Fantasies and some of them even becoming reality but was the reality as good as the fantasy?

Tied at the wrists with rope, cuffed at the ankles restraining me to the bed, boobs all flushing up very beautifully as the rope gets tighter and tighter as the rope is wrapped around each mound of flesh.
Sirs hand reaches over my mouth, I count and count, longer and longer. Oooh at last release, panting I ask for permission to orgasm 'please Sir, please'. A resounding 'NO' came softly in my ear 'wait for the pain'.

I'd asked Sir not long before to push me further and harder. I believed I was ready for the push for the extra pain for the extra submission.

Smothered again, my hips gyrating faster and faster I scream on the first breath 'please Sir'.
'Shut the fuck up bitch, your not cuming til the pain starts' Master bellows.

The box appears, he opens the silver locked case, reaches for the silver tray, starts to lay out the steri- wipes, needles and gloves. Slowly the gloves are snapped onto his large masculine hands 'ready at last,you will soon have your pain, your orgasm and your space'

Needles are something I have had before, my boobs have been pierced several times around the soft tissue and something I have enjoyed many times before. How is he going to push me? Is today the day, what is he going to do? Scared?
Yeah for sure I am. I have seen images of needles through nipples and it curls my feet.

Needles a strange kind of pain, so different from the thud of a flogger, the flick of a whip, the stroke of a cane and the heat of hot wax.SO what makes me so nervous of this play? Its not at the top of my list of favourite play, actually is it in the list of
favourites at all? Its just in a list!

In my submission to my Master it is my passion to be his slave, to be his everything to take anything he gives to me and embrace and learn from every experience.

Untying my engorged boobs he looks at me and smiles and quietly says 'you will take this for me mynxy'. 'Yes Sir' I reply hesitantly not quite sure whats going to happen next. As he lifts my left nipple the first needle slips through the left side of the nipple horizontally,
OK thats one, painful? yes OMG yes! The second needle pokes through the flesh on the other side of the nipple, then a further needle is inserted through the nipple. By this time I had tears rolling onto my cheeks sliding away to my ears. 'One down one to go' Sir says. Oh my, I scream as the second side is completed. It over no more needles!

Oh how did I forget they have to be removed, slowly each one is taken out 'you can come now mynxy' Sir whispers in my ear.How intense can an orgasm be? I squirt so hard, flushed all over, panting from the pain & the pleasure!

There're out, its over, I did it, a gasp of relief a feeling of floating, drifting on the wind then Masters hand reached for my mouth the finale............

Two hours later - back in the room

Fantasy or reality?

The fantasy: whispering into my ear of what he could do to me and the extremes that he could take me to that make me come so hard. Turns me on so much.

The reality: So now I ask myself, why so long after has this pyschologically played out as an experience I do not want to repeat, had I wanted to be so much more than I could be? Did I want to prove myself?

This is my reflection for 2012