I'm absolutely on cloud nine. Although things are modified and a bit different- I'm playing with the sadistic sir again and having every brutal need met.

Recently, he sent me to a concert with a needle in each nipple, and a staple directly on my clit. 13 hours of my day spent with them in place. I finally got home and got my drunk friends settled in before running to remove the staple from my throbbing, swollen, and absolutely screaming clit. By that point it was WAY too swollen to get the staple remover under and after a lot of trying and some decent bleeding, I called it a night. After a nights sleep the swelling went down enough to get it most of the way out, but it mangled the staple around the smallest piece of inner labia that I could just NOT get out. After an hour of failed attempts I finally sent the SOS message to sir.... being the absolutely amazing dom he is, he was at my door in an hour and got it out within minutes. On his way out the door he said "there's not a universe where I would leave you hanging". This man stopped what he was doing to come make sure that there was no long term effects from our play.

This is why I can trust him to push my body to its absolute limit and then some- because my trust is so well placed. Because he takes his role so damn seriously. As we all need to. He trusts me to know my body, to know my limits, and to consent only to things I believe I can handle. I trust him to always protect my body, to watch my reactions, and to never cross the line of consent. I can be so tightly bound I can't move even the slightest, and enduring the most intense of torment- but not once do I wonder if he will go too far, I never once wonder if he will keep going if I ask him to stop... I know I can just be in the moment and just simply feel every sensation being given to me. clear my head and soak in the pain.

I've always trusted that if he sends me out for the night stapled or sewn shut, with needles in my nipples/clit, or wearing a tack bra or whatever his sadistic crafty mind comes up with that he would help if I got into a bind.... but it most certainly put that trust on a whole new level.

Being out and about with these immense torments is such a thrill.... having to plan my every move to prevent pain. Masking my pain with my every move so my friends and family don’t know. Controlling my breathing every time a friend hugs me and the needles dig deeper and deeper into my breasts as she pulls me closer. Standing in a crowd of people singing my favorite music, thinking deeply of my submission as no one.... not a single soul knows the woman dancing next to them has her pussy stapled or sewn shut.... a needle in her clit or nipple... breasts bound.... the thrill is intoxicating...

Pictures are a mix of different longer term torments we've done that we’ve left in for me to remove after my day was done.