You did what to me?

Sunday evening
Still obviously completely not with it, head still somewhere circling above Heathrow (also unable to type - just took me 4 tries at Heathrow......), grin stopping me speaking properly, tummy happy with chips and toast.

So I feel like I have been waiting a bit. I know, i know - no patience mrs - but I have. Waiting for you to look at me with that knowing, strong brown eyed glance. And then it happened - evening of Sunday 'go upstairs, clean your teeth and freshen up'. Just enough words to send a little frisson of excitement through me. Like earlier when you asked me to carry your canes upstairs. Little little things - huge huge excitement. But i have really enjoyed the other bits too (before I go any further - just sitting by you with your hand on my head, on my face, is enough to bring me back so quickly).

Monday Morning
What did you do this weekend then S? Anything exciting?

Well, I got tied up, cut, had needles put in me, spanked, flogged, caned, scratched, allowed to orgasm a few times, had my blood drunk and my face covered in cum. And I was loved, adored and looked after. And given chips!!!! Yay. A fab weekend really. How was yours?

Monday Afternoon
What an amazing couple of hours you magicked up for me. We played! And it was fun and there was blood and swearing and everything. And in that couple of hours I became even more yours. Is this possible? Every time I write I say "I feel this is deeper/more intense etc" but it's true. Every little and large thing that we do together weaves us a little bit tighter.

Was worried that my presence for effectively 3 days now might have been a bit hard for you but i hope I have fitted in ok?

Anyway, back to the matter in hand. I really want to write down what happened and how I felt but my brain is jumping around like a butterfly - it was all amazing, you were amazing, we were amazing. And there was blood!!

You tied me with black and red rope (although I couldn't see it because I was blindfolded). Arms to my sides, legs together, rope rubbing my clit. Great very secure feeling being tied up but also incredibly vulnerable. And when you pushed me backwards, I'm not sure you realised (or perhaps you did?) that I didn't realise I was near the bed so thought I was about to end up on the floor.

And so I was lying on the bed, legs just hanging over as I could hear you foraging for things. Suddenly I felt the cold, wonderful steel of the knife on the bits of my body that weren't covered by rope - my front this time. It went through my mind that you might cut me (on purpose, planned) so I was waiting for that icy heat when you use the knife to make your mark. But it didn't come. Instead you asked me to stay completely still, I heard the door go and you had left the room.

Thoughts - swirling, confused, anxious, excited, horny thoughts. Were you going to expose me to someone else? Were you going to leave me and go downstairs? Heart beating, fingers clenching moment. One minute perhaps but felt much longer.

And then you were back and my nipples were getting so much attention. You have made them so sensitive with all your touch that as soon as I felt your fingers, I felt them stiffen. I thought you had the knife in your hand so I concentrated on staying still but this was different. I thought you were cutting into and around my nipple - warmth of pain certainly but different to anything else you have done to me before. When you moved onto the second nipple and asked me to breathe deeply, the penny dropped. You had needles in your hand and not a knife. I think I whimpered. I definitely asked you what you were doing and you removed the blindfold momentarily. As I was lying down, the bright lights in my eyes, I actually took a moment to focus and all I could see where the points of the needles facing my face. Straight through my nipples. One in each. Wow. And woah there. And oh my god we hadn't talked about needles before.

But I didn't have time to worry as you had me blindfolded again and now I was anxious not to move or wriggle at all so I lay still as you played with my nipples. Then searing, blinding, excrutiating, horrendous, worse than I have ever encountered before pain in my nipples. At the time I didn't know what you were doing - whether this was something starting or something finishing, was this the pain when the needles were removed. I had no idea. But you told me to focus and you gave me your finger to suck and that was the most comforting thing in the world and I thought I am going to get through this because it is an incredible feeling to be here with the man that I love, letting you, allowing you and wanting you to do these things to me because I am yours.

Then you stood me up and took the blindfold off and I looked in the mirror and my eye was drawn to the blood on my hip, the drips of blood coming from my nipples and I put my hand up to collect it. And there was an amazing contrast between the black and red rope, my skin, the blood, your hands on my shoulders, my mouth. I took it all in and then just hit cloud 9! Amazing feeling as we sat and hugged and talked and I thought - can this get any better?

Thank you xxx