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| alexandraa |
Ahhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you for everyone that wrote to give me NEEDLE play (play??? dont make me laugh) advice, some smashing links and their personal views and experiences, fabulous stuff you're a bunch of disgustingly deviant super heros and heroines. I've bombarded M with the said emails, links to sites and all sorts of information in the hope he'll say bugger that for a game of solidiers and go back to sweet things like beating me half to death. OK OK.... all the way to ecstasty and the land of bliss then. Half to death sounded more dramatic somehow.
And yes OK Ok you've convinced me i dont need to throw
such a screaming panic attack about it (silly slave
hysteria set in - sorry) and yes i have gone back to
my earlier (land of fantasy) view that needle play is
in fact a deliciously testing and evil form of
torment - yum. So we will see whether M chooses to
scare me witless with actual play or continue to
torment me with the possibility that one day soon i
will be stiched up so to speak 
He's evil i tell you, evil evil evil. How fabulous is that? Shudder. Damn fabulous. But he doesn't actually need to touch me with anything, show me anything, tie, tease or torment me physically. All he needs to do is play with my mind and i'm away. A look, a lowering of his voice, the use of my name, the use of other words. So many trigger points he has programmed into me now. Its lovely to feel his control surrounding me, inside and outside of me, to feel my body responding to his voice and touch, terror, fear and desperate longing, huge desire.
Funny how i can enjoy feeling completely confused, terrified to the point where i can hardly speak and yet completely loved and protected. Bizarre really isn't it? But oh so much fun.
And evil twin? You're a fabulous woman and next time i see you i'm going to slap you till you admit it. Fucks sake you're my evil twin aren't you? That makes you fabulous and gorgeous you silly creature.
Edited Tue 16 Mar 04, 10:57 PM by alexandraa
