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greenstormSo last night I went to a play piercing workshop. This was my first time as a needle top. Unsurprisingly, I loved it. I'm gonna cut for some details:
My bottom was the ex of a friend, a super skinny boy with some emo-artsy-type tattoos. It was his first time involved in needle play of any kind, or blood play of any kind, which could have gone terribly wrong. As it turns out, it didn't, which made it awesome. We messed with a couple of gauges of needle, most of the ones we put in were 18s, and some braiding and buttons and twisting under the skin. I left some points floating under the skin instead of sticking them neatly out again. Since we worked mostly on his shoulders and upper back, this was particularly fun cause I could ask him to raise his arms. Muaha!
The noteworthy and awesomest part of the evening was when I had a button (in this case, 4 23 gauge needles all crossing over each other in the same spot, sort of like a fan) and pulled them out perpendicularly from his body. This bent at least one of the needles on its way out, and man did I have to yank hard. Turns out he bleeds a lot too.
It was a wonderful experience. The guy teaching the workshop, Elwood, is super fun and also really really knows what he's doing. It was a small workshop, five couples in a friend's house, so nice and intimate and cozy. Playing with blood and sharp things has many ways to go bad, and that was all covered and allowed everything to feel super safe. My bottom was communicative about his boundaries, he wanted to go pretty much as far as I wanted to but not beyond so neither of us was left with a 'that's it?' feeling, and he made awesome faces both hurty and grinning.
And today I feel more awake and alive than I have in a bit. I know I tend to be super cyclic with many things, and for the last while I've been on the down part of a cycle with this. Now I think it's time for some of it again. And you know what? It's about time. One of the things about this type of play is that I find it fun. When it comes right down to it, I'm a very serious person. I can enjoy and approve of many things, but I don't play a lot. This is one of my ways of playing. There's a fluidity of existence to negotiating these roles, to diving into our emotional and physical selves and seeing how they work.
I also really get off on hurting people. I use the term 'get off' advisedly -- it's not an overtly sexual thing by any means (I don't want to sleep with my bottom, though I do wanna see about doing other evil things to him like perhaps try caning over some needles next time, ooooh!) but I have a very emotionally satisfied or content feeling after something like this-- something where it's consensual, where no one has been harmed, where we both enjoyed it, and both people go home purring but pain has been involved.
Having said that, I've been fighting with top drop today. No matter how much it was all good, every once in awhile part of my mind pops up and says, 'you did what to him? Dude, you can't do that to people'.
I wonder if that's the part of my brain that says girls can't be farmers?
I had also forgotten just how much I liked that particular friend. Sigh.
My bottom was the ex of a friend, a super skinny boy with some emo-artsy-type tattoos. It was his first time involved in needle play of any kind, or blood play of any kind, which could have gone terribly wrong. As it turns out, it didn't, which made it awesome. We messed with a couple of gauges of needle, most of the ones we put in were 18s, and some braiding and buttons and twisting under the skin. I left some points floating under the skin instead of sticking them neatly out again. Since we worked mostly on his shoulders and upper back, this was particularly fun cause I could ask him to raise his arms. Muaha!
The noteworthy and awesomest part of the evening was when I had a button (in this case, 4 23 gauge needles all crossing over each other in the same spot, sort of like a fan) and pulled them out perpendicularly from his body. This bent at least one of the needles on its way out, and man did I have to yank hard. Turns out he bleeds a lot too.
It was a wonderful experience. The guy teaching the workshop, Elwood, is super fun and also really really knows what he's doing. It was a small workshop, five couples in a friend's house, so nice and intimate and cozy. Playing with blood and sharp things has many ways to go bad, and that was all covered and allowed everything to feel super safe. My bottom was communicative about his boundaries, he wanted to go pretty much as far as I wanted to but not beyond so neither of us was left with a 'that's it?' feeling, and he made awesome faces both hurty and grinning.
And today I feel more awake and alive than I have in a bit. I know I tend to be super cyclic with many things, and for the last while I've been on the down part of a cycle with this. Now I think it's time for some of it again. And you know what? It's about time. One of the things about this type of play is that I find it fun. When it comes right down to it, I'm a very serious person. I can enjoy and approve of many things, but I don't play a lot. This is one of my ways of playing. There's a fluidity of existence to negotiating these roles, to diving into our emotional and physical selves and seeing how they work.
I also really get off on hurting people. I use the term 'get off' advisedly -- it's not an overtly sexual thing by any means (I don't want to sleep with my bottom, though I do wanna see about doing other evil things to him like perhaps try caning over some needles next time, ooooh!) but I have a very emotionally satisfied or content feeling after something like this-- something where it's consensual, where no one has been harmed, where we both enjoyed it, and both people go home purring but pain has been involved.
Having said that, I've been fighting with top drop today. No matter how much it was all good, every once in awhile part of my mind pops up and says, 'you did what to him? Dude, you can't do that to people'.
I wonder if that's the part of my brain that says girls can't be farmers?
I had also forgotten just how much I liked that particular friend. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-11-20 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 06:15 am (UTC)Was good to have you over.
Ill let you know when I get my hands on my text book
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Date: 2009-11-22 12:30 am (UTC)Eeee! Cutting bottom. Exciting!
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Date: 2009-11-20 06:23 pm (UTC)and you might like to know..I'm not into needles as a bottom; so reading the dirty details...was quite painful, :) Well done.
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Date: 2009-11-22 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-23 02:45 am (UTC)