A night out in Birmingham! With needles through my nipples, a fantastic staple corset on both arms, a double flogging session with you and the evil one, some knives, lots and lots of giggles, wearing my collar in public, ice cubes in inappropriate places, the first outing of the sparkly red shoes and a fantastic orgasm that I helped with the next morning. Oh and snow! Lots and lots of snow. Wow what a first day.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Support, love, care, a shoulder, an ear - just unconditional love
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
An amazing patent leather pink handbag that I had coveted, mentioned once and then relegated to the distant "I'll never be able to afford that" shelf in my brain. Wow again!
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Some fantastic presents that made my little girl grin from ear to ear. And more love.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
The services of an electrician, a handyman, a 'man with a van', a Sky installer, a TV installer. You couldn't pay for all the help - thank you.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
A very wet, very embarrassingly wet, orgasm or rather, several. And one for you too - with proper deep breathing, and full body shakes and reaffirmation of just how connected we are :-)
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
A lift to a Boxing Day with a difference! And the biggest belly laughs (charades and the sheep apron/mask combo!) And hugs.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
44 needles carefully placed in battle formation across my back and across my bottom. Double-dipped needles. Painful scratchy fire and ice needles that never settled into a pattern. Pain, continuing pain again and again and again. But always 'good girl' and 'you are doing so well'. I tried to concentrate on gripping the bed-sheet, on listening to my breathing, on the silence of the room, on anything other than what you were doing.
PS I know I need to lose weight :-(
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Absolute mind-blowing spaced-out-ness following the needles. And wet, wet orgasms. And a deep contented happy totally fulfilled sleep.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
A day off to just be 'a single girl' again - shopping, mooching, enjoying, friends, relaxing.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
The best Chinese in the world ever. And a chance to wear my new dress, my new shoes and to dress up for you. Heels, hold-ups, push-up - all in black. Perfect?
On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
The best present in the world? His mark on my skin - first with flame, then with blade. A D burned into my flesh in an instant. Then a heart encircling a D cut in with deft strokes of the scalpel. And actually the best present in the world - your love, your attention, your support and care and concern and understanding and devotion.
WOW.
Nothing can top this last few days. I've missed so many highlights - charades - you doing 'sadomasochism' and B doing 'gobbling'. The BBB and the shrieks from me, the laughter from you. The Chinese with me in full tart attire. Your brilliance with B. The feeling of orgasming around your cock - I could never tire of that. Your hands on my face. Your expression when you opened the present I had thought so much about and just knew you'd adore. The look of pride and love in your face as I got dressed last night. The chuckle when I kept the cotton wool containing the imprint of your cut. The incredible flowers. The fantastic baths - me bathing you, me washing your hair and massaging your feet, you soothing my needle-marked back with warm water.
Too much to write about but never too much to remember.
Thank you for you.
I love you daddy.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
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