My sugar daddy was very fond of using needles on me.

He would have them sterilized beforehand and then use a lighter to heat the points and drive the metal deep. I would be tied down on his bed or his couch, and my eyes would be covered, and I would hear the click of the lighter and then feel the needle tip at the tip of my clit or my nipples, or in one of the cuts on my thighs, or anywhere on my body he wanted, and I would hold my breath as the needle slowly went inside me, feeling like a hot poker, and he would let it linger for a few seconds and then take it out only to push it in again. Over and over until I was a sobbing mess.

The pain was exquisite and terrible, but he slowly taught me to enjoy it. My nipples would swell, and he would roll them between his fingers. My clit would enlarge, and he would kiss it and suck on it.

He loved piercing my clit it needles and then forcing a magic want on the tip until I came. Sometimes, he would attach a string to the needle on my clit and pull me around the room that way, the pain forcing me to keep up. At other times, he would tie a string to the needle on my clit and the safety pin on my lip and force me to suck his cock.

When he was in a bad mood, he would push the needle deep in my nipple and let me lick and suck the blood off it. Then, he would force me to fuck the needle, moving my breast in and out, until I came, crying, and he would force me to lick up the mess I made on the sheets.