Home

Whether it was the sharp intense pain of the staples, or the smooth dulcet tones of your voice - whether it was the deep brown eyes that shone with love, or the hand on the back of my neck as the knife was run down my spine. Whatever it was - I felt like I was home.

The anticipation of another weekend with you - a first in many ways - was very exciting but also daunting at the same time. Would we connect like we used to? Would we feel awkward with each other, so many questions still to answer, so much pain still in evidence. But I needn't have worried because everything just felt like I was home.

Friday - we chilled, we ate, we chatted, we kissed. The new collar. Shiny and cold but yet warm with so much meaning. Love and lust and wetness from us both.

Saturday - perfection. Talking, shopping (random selection of things - cats ears, stockings, feathers, food!) and then a day of preparation. Being shaved by you - lying with my legs spread as you so gently made me clean for you, ensured that I passed inspection. What a feeling. So intimate and loving and beautiful.

Dressing for you. Making sure that I would make you proud in new red and black latex - a never before worn dress.

Then being stapled shut. My cunt closed by you, for you, for us. The pain was hard to take but you told me you were so proud of me that I knew I could take it for you. Pretty black ribbon. Chastity for you.

The club - we just got straight back into our groove. I loved lying down and feeling you walk around me, hearing you whisper 'are you okay', feeling the cold steel of your blade against my hot and excited skin. And wonderful wonderful needles - I could have taken as many as you wanted to put in me. I danced in my head in time to the music, in time to our wonderful connected rhythmn. I adored feeling your hand on me, your palm against my arse, your cane, your knife, my skirt lifted up for all to see. The excitement was palpable "I can smell your cunt" you whispered in my ear at one point.

And then turned over, again on display, head tipped back, legs open as you drew your knife against my groin and laughed with onlookers.

I stood up and you held the knife against my face, putting it between my teeth. I could feel my heart and my breath - could see your beautiful handsome face looking at me. And the world stopped for just a minute. I swear I was inside you at that moment and you were inside me. This is where we belong. Doing crazy wonderful things with each other's minds and bodies. Needles in my breasts that went in so easily I didn't even wince. Talking, laughing, enjoying being as one again. An incredibly connected brilliant 'one'.

The journey home - so natural. So quiet. We hardly spoke for the majority of the time - just smiled and remembered and enjoyed and revelled in us, in our brilliance.

Sunday - I was so nervous. Being pierced for you, by you. I love the idea but as the reality grew closer I grew more tetchy and nervous.

Sweet anxiety flooded my body as I lay down and spread my legs. With you holding my hand the needle went right into my most sensitive parts - a scratchy deep but ultimately incredibly quick pain. And then it was done. And you told me how proud you were of me. And we both couldn't stop grinning.

Yes there were tears - of pain and anguish and upset and fear and emotion. But you held me, as I held you, and it was okay. It was okay for us to feel however we needed to feel at that moment.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

xxx