Yes, Master

The sound of your voice soothes me. When my phone rings, I get wet thinking of the needles and the fire they bring as you slide them in my nipples, one by one. You tell me I am a pathethic whore, as the pain sears through my breasts and takes my breath away. I love being your worthless bitch. You teach me to take the pain and withhold my orgasm until I have your permission.

One, two, three, and then four tiny needles. Left in my nipples as they swell and throb for you. Then its time for my sweet pussy lips. Six more needles you say. My whole bosy trembles as you slide them in each side. The ecstacy of the pain drives me wild, making me sweat like the dirty little pig I am. You insert some fast, some slow, and make me take each one as the worthless waste of space I am.

I play with my burning nipples as you do your deleicate pincushion work on my cunt. I keep my spindly legs open wide for you, just like you taught me, my sweet Master. There is one needle left. It is for my clit, and before inserting it, I watch you run the needle over your tongue. I want your saliva thru my clit and I beg for you to give me the pleasure of the stick. You slowly push the needle through and my vision blurs from the intense pain.

Now I am your pierced little pincushion. What I was born to be. The only thing I am good for. The only time I ever feel pretty. You flick my clit and I beg to be allowed to orgasm for you. Your  voice, so soothing and yet cruel, tells me I need to beg more. I would do anything for you, Master, and so I beg as you  tell me what a waste of air I am. At last, you say it.. “Cum for me, you little pain slut”, and as the words roll off of your tongue like strange music, I cum for you.

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