Staples

I've been waiting for this picture so I could post. Actually, I was hoping that the picture might be more telling, but I don't mind actually. It's a nice picture, it's just that it's the only look I'm going to get at what was happening to me.

That's right. A photo of me. A rarity to be sure.

It's from a week ago on Saturday. I went clubbing. Kinky clubbing at Club Crimson to be exact. I went in December and that was pretty good, although I didn't 'do' anything. I just chatted with people and watched people, and got to wear my dress up kink clothes, but really that was it.

This time around, I checked with a friend of mine to see if she was going and decided somewhat spur of the moment that I would go and be social and make an effort to go out and meet people and stuff. Since the last Crimson, I had also acquired my very own set of rope. I figured that was good because I should stop relying on Heathrow to borrow some, all things considered, and that I actually sort of like tying people up, so having my own equipment seemed fair.

At any rate, friend of mine, H, sent me a series of text messages enticing me to go that concluded with a promise that I could tie her and K up in whatever naughty way I could imagine. She also said that I could use other toys, that it was all up to me. So I made a very small kit bag, dressed up, and went off to the club.

Still did some socializing for a while at the club, but eventually got down to my promised tie. I had been trying to think of a way to tie two people together that would be naughty and fun but also not be static or take too long or be boring. It's a bit tricky because it wasn't like I wanted to do too much to them once I had them tied, it was more like I wanted to tie them in a way that they could do things to one another and I could just supervise. So I had this idea but it was perhaps a bit complicated and not helped by not having the right sort of chair or support, so it didn't work out entirely like I hoped, but it didn't seem to matter too much because they were having enough fun with how I connected them.

I also had this nice idea of how to attach a set of nipple clamps to a gag, so someone could be naughty or nice. And once they'd had it the one way, I turned it around to make it all fair. I think K had never had such clamps before. They were clover clamps and somewhat severe, especially with any extra tugging. I should also point out that part of the beauty of clamps isn't how much they might hurt or ache when on, but how much they really hurt when they come off. I think neither of them wore them for more than 5 minutes, but it was certainly enough to give that painful shock as the blood flow returned. The audible gasps from K were a particularly nice touch.

At any rate, after some fun and games there, I eventually untied them both and we all chilled for a while with A also who had been around watching. H asked me if I wanted a play and I sort of did, though I can really be very shy about going after anything like that. I generally need to be approached by someone, and it needs to be someone I know reasonably or else I probably won't. But I do know H reasonably, and I've tied her a few times and just had a slightly more intimate moment so it seemed like a good idea.

She asked me if there was anything I didn't like (as I had also asked her and K) and I said no, not really and she said well she really really likes sharp things, and in particular surgical staples. Sharp things being something I haven't played with before to be honest, but I was willing to give it a go.

So after a while we made our way to the other room and grabbed one of the spanking benches that had a cage built in underneath it. H said I needed to take clothes off, so in the end I got down to my fishnets, my black panties, and my boots and nothing else. The first time I've really stripped off in a club, though it's not an unusual site, it's the first time I did it, and I was feeling good. So I went face down on that bench (in fact, exactly that bench) and H got out her rope and started criss-crossing my entire body with rope to the bench.

Now I should point out that K, and A, were helping H. It was sort of like three way topping, though it was H's show. So they all were tying me down and making the rope tight (you need to, it has a tendency to loosen with struggle) and I was enjoying the slow encasement and constriction while wiggling and kicking occasionally while I still could.

Then a very cold spray went over my back as H sprayed me with disinfectant and came to tell me a bit about what she was going to do, but I figured just go with it and I'd see how I felt. A stayed at my head to make sure that I was okay, and also to better tie my hands which were the only part of me free (I had put them under my head when I sort of lay down over the bench). And then, the stapling began. It was like a bit of a pinch and then really you don't feel much at all. Surgical staples aren't like normal staples. Aside from coming pre-packaged in sterilized staplers, they don't go very deep and curve inwards to 'stick' to the skin. It takes a special little tool to remove them, though you can pull them out with some effort (and potentially a bit of mess - not really recommended)

If anything, the gentle feeling of hands lightly stroking over my back was ticklish. And probably the adrenaline didn't hurt either, so I found myself giggling and trying not to wiggle from the tickling. Once enough staples went in, H was instructing K to take ribbon and cross it back and forth through the staples and over the rope- essentially connecting me to the rope across my body. They Did this over a couple of the ropes and then pulled the ropes together with more ribbon which tightened the connection. Now, if I struggled, it wasn't just rope that I was straining against, but the staples in my skin.

And then they started to stroke and pinch and tickle and slap and cane and flog and poke and prod me. And it was a ton of fun. Even when it hurt I was grinning like an idiot and laughing because it was just tremendously fun. Endorphins and adrenaline and all those lovely body chemicals just burbled up and I was soaking up every last minute of the attention of three different people as they played with my body. H kept coming to check if I was still laughing, and suggesting they needed to hit me harder, which they would do, and then I'd yelp at the pain followed by a trill of laughter.

It went on for some time, or at least, it certainly felt like it went on for some time.

Now nothing was overly sexual. No one was touching in any way that I felt was inappropriate. My panties never came off, no hands went anyplace that made me uncomfortable. It was erotic and charged, certainly. But not an overly sexual sort of scene. Probably better for me, certainly better for a first public play.

Eventually all fun things must come to an end and the ribbons were undone and the staples came out and the rope was unbound (though not before they took the staples out but left the rope on to tickle me until I was screeching for them to stop- they couldn't do that with the staples in, I would have pulled them out with thrashing, even under restraint). We cleaned up and I got dressed and we all hung out for a while more, but it was five in the morning and we had to go home!

When I woke just before lunch and looked to see if there were any mementos of my evening, I found I had lovely little pin point parks across my back where the staples had been, and light bruises on my bottom from all the hits. And of course there was that lovely huge grin across my face that wouldn't quite go away.