posted by Ferns on play, Sugasm picks, tom

The dynamic can’t help but spill over and those little things, in public, that only he and I recognise, are like a kind of signal, incredibly intimate and sexy. I know I can gently interrupt him in the middle of a conversation, lean over and whisper ‘kiss me’ and he knows, and I know, that it is not an idle request, that he will do it, that I am telling him to do it, that there will be consequences if he doesn’t do it, and he does it, a gesture of his submission, of his love, and then he continues his conversation.

Or if we are out at dinner, maybe with friends, I can put some food on a fork and bring it to his lips, and I know he will open his mouth for me, and only he and I know that he loathes it, that food that is on the fork, that he hates it with a passion, and he will give me that look, that ‘yes Ma’am’ look, as he takes it into his mouth and chews, and I will adore him for it.

I love that secretive signalling – like a silent nod, an invisible thread that I tug on every now and then and I know he feels it from within, that it makes his heart flutter, makes his cock hard, makes his eyelids lower, and that’s just lovely.
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posted by Ferns on play, Sugasm picks, tom

I cuff him and tie him spread-eagled to the bed. I take out the piercing gear and lay it out. The 14 gauge needles , clamps, antiseptic, anticipating the pain he would be in soon.

He is nervous, this is the first time I have restrained him for a piercing. I lean down to kiss him, soft, gentle kisses, he returns them hesitantly.

“It will be fine, baby.”

I reassure him, stroke his cheek.

“It will hurt, but it will be fine.”

I kiss him again, a little harder this time, and whisper “hurt” into his mouth over and again as I push against him a little harder. I run my hand down over his chest playing with his nipples, pulling at them, and he lets out a low moan as I pinch first one, hard, then the other.

Something in him ticks over, and he suddenly arches up to me, kissing me aggressively, hard, shoving his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, a deep growl in his throat and I move over him, straddling him, his cock under me, his hips lifting and I hold his head up to me as we kiss and the bed rocks with him straining against me and against his bonds.

I finally pull away, we are both breathing heavily. I look at the needles and look at him.

I settle in beside him and wipe down his right nipple. He watches me, his eyes going to my face then to my hands on his skin. I lean over to kiss him and he reaches for me, wanting more.

I clamp his nipple and bring the needle-point to his skin and I push it into his flesh, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, watching his face… nervous, fearful, then contorting with pain, a grunting and holding of breath, and then he melts into the endorphins as the needle comes out the other side. I leave it sticking into his nipple, playing with it mildly, stroking his skin around it, and down past his ribs to his hip and I flutter my fingers over his straining cock, feeling him respond.

I hold up another needle. He looks at me and shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he says, a dreamy quality to his voice despite his matter of fact tone, “I’m endorphined out”.

I look back at him.

He shakes his head again, “No, I can’t, I really can’t.”

He knows I won’t do it, he is unconcerned.

I unwrap the needle. His eyes widen as the realisation dawns. I wipe down his left nipple.

“No, please really, please Ma’am! I can’t do another one, I can’t! Please don’t do this! Really, I can’t!”, he is shaking his head violently now, “Please, please don’t!”

I squeeze his left nipple into the clamp. I bring the needle to it, and watch his face as I press the point into the tender skin. He gasps and I push, slowly, slowly, and his face registers the pain, his mouth open, a sound coming out, like a keening, and as the needle disappears into his flesh, his face tightens, his jaw clenches, his limbs pull against his bonds and then as the needle comes out the other side, his features soften into bliss, his cock is rock hard and flowing precome, and his eyes are on mine and it’s beautiful.

And he whispers to me about his arousal at me hurting him like this, how much he loves it loves it loves itlovesit when I hurt him like this. And my heart feels like it will burst with his trust, and the rush of power and protectiveness I feel goes straight to my cunt, and his whispering and his hard cock and his blissed-out face make me want to devour him.

I undo one of his cuffs, and bring his hand to his cock, and he masturbates for me while I manipulate the needles in his nipples and play with my mouth on his, his gasping when I hurt him making him increase the pace on his cock, his arousal making me rock against the bed.

When he is about to come, he looks askance at me and I nod permission and I watch him stay on the edge for a moment, and when he starts to come, I quickly pull one of the needles out of his nipple with a twist. He registers the shock and pleasure and arches up off of the bed and comes, his muscles straining against the bonds as his body convulses, his eyes locked on mine.

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