Yesterday morning I opened my Jetpack app and low and behold it asked me “What are you doing this evening?” Well, as it turned out, last night I was planning my masochistic demise. A sadistic request requiring rubber bands and pumped nipples was on the cards today and I mentally prepared for the task. So why on earth am I sharing a picture of needles in my boob? The rubber band game sounds fun…
Turns out, my nipples (rather, my right nipple) was particularly unhappy about being pumped and it felt like a better idea to rest them. I will return to the plan when they are happier. Which means that I am growing… In spite of my desire to stretch myself, and my limits, I’m actually listening to my body. Go Me!! (Mumbles something about it taking long enough…)
Anyway, I now feel like I have needles poking into my boob flesh.
And I should know…
Not long after returning from Germany to meet the Sadist (seriously, those marks are still blossoming) I had arranged to visit Bunny. Aside from a couple of sea swims the week before, we hadn’t spent time together in a number of months. Prioritising the needs of SWL while she prepared for her huge move, along with planning my own family adventure, building my work routine, exam season and, and, and… I had little time to myself let alone for others. And Bunny is a gregarious little lovely, whose world is filling with joyful souls.
We did have such a lot to catch up on. While we ate food and walked a gorgeous dog we set the world to rights before… Then she stuck needles in my boobs and thighs, and threading them together – we had plans to try me under tension. I’m a big fan of The Carnie’s work, have long been captivated by the beautiful images of needles under tension. (If you don’t know him check out this interview with Evie Lupine. Be mindful he will discuss needles and hook suspensions.)
Bunny and I had discussed this previously, even before the first time she stabbed me! Between us we got the idea that needles in each boob and thigh, connected with an X using thread, would be fun. Fun for her to thread and me to play with the tension. And for her to use increasingly girthy needles with each set she inserted. For science!
Well, honestly, we had the best time.
When she growled while pushing through one of the last needles we both laughed. My friend who says “I’m just a bunny” seems to be an enthusiastically sadistic needle top. And my bladder did not agree that I should just lay there and enjoy the needles. Oh no, after the third or fourth one I felt the pressure start to build. It was only as she was about to start the weave that I realised I’d best go to the bathroom. Her nervous giggles were later explained as fear I was going to double stab myself. (And I nearly did.)
But once the needles were bound to each other we both settled into a deep enjoyment of the tension in each boob and thigh. I wriggled and stretched, bathing in the sensations, while she increased the tension and strummed the lines. Before long she was spraying me with alcohol and removing the needles. Pressing hard after each set of five was removed. To reduce bruising or to increase the discomfort? You decide because we couldn’t!
So, back to the original Jetpack question, what am I doing this evening?
I’m not beating myself, or more to the point – I’m not beating my boobs up. Technically I am guilty of “failing” at a task. Or they are. But rather than being sad I’m celebrating how badass my boobs can be: with needles and string and meanness. And anticipating how well I will mistreat them at the weekend, when the only responsibility I have is to myself. And to the sadist who asked me to do despicable things!
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