I am not into needles.
Not one bit. Ironic as my husband is a top notch piquerist who also enjoys feeling the needles in his skin. I’ve tried, but I just don’t get the happy floaty yum others do. I think it may be connected to how hard it is to get blood from me. I don’t have a fear of needles but I do have great anxiety when attempting to give blood. I have had so many medical professional tut and sigh and gasp as I just don’t give them what they want that I feel that emotion spilling over to fun needles. Making it just not fun.
However, Tenseld has told me about the existence of electrified needles over the last few years so when I saw him at Miss T’s for the first time since the pandemic, we revisited the topic.
So first off he tenderised me a bit with his electric crop, which was mean. Meaner when not used to hit me with in fact. As Electric things often are. I was happily screaming and squirming and laughing like it hadn’t been 2+ years since we last played. I am always happy to connect with Tenseld’s sadist. He plays so evilly with my eager masochist.
The most wonderful Miss T stepped in to help with the needles. She placed them. 3 on each butt cheek (plenty of meat to play with) in a row. I know, I should have got photos but my brain was elsewhere. Now Tenseld attached teeny tiny lil’ wires to these needles. Telling me exactly what was going on and what he’d need to do to keep me safe.
Not roasting me from the inside out was a big concern and I was very thankful for that care!
I didn’t enjoy the needles going in. It wasn’t bad, it was smoothly done, I just didn’t enjoy it. Then the electric got involved.
I was trying really hard to explain the sensations. For one, it’s INSIDE my butt. It doesn’t feel like anything on top of my skin feels. The electric needles hurt INSIDE me. That takes some getting used to.
Not that I really got used to it. I had so much in my arse! Sort of. So many thorny, nettley, prickly sensations were there. I was pretty sure my butt was being dragged through a bush backwards!
Sometimes the pain was deep, intense and jarringly explosive. Firework like. Sometimes it was more throbbing and pulsing and tickly. Yes, I giggled a lot.
Possibly the weirdest sensation was when there was a rave in my butt. I could feel the bouncy bass throbbing inside my buttocks and it was just like I was feeling the music without hearing it and the pace was upbeat and my God it felt like a party I wanted to be at.
We played for a relatively short time, but I experienced so much. Including nothing at all, which seemed mean but was to make sure not to cook me internally, so I dealt with it. Regular rests between nastiness was very much needed.
My butt was well worked out. My muscles ached like I’d been squatting and dancing and tensing the ol’ glutes. Random twinges and tickles had me eeking and squeaking for a while afterwards and I was invigorated and so happy after.
So, turns out passing electric through needles makes me enjoy them! Yeah. I’m special aren’t I?