I didn’t want to do it alone. He gets excited and wants to push them quickly. I can’t process that fast. She offered to do a scene together and the other two came to watch and support, or so they thought. Her first time, and He is being safer these days, so she went first.
Teasing to pick a number and I will take the rest, but with no idea how many she would want, this changes to, I will take at least as many as she does. They start, and I breathe with them. One needle at a time, they get to eight before she is done.
I’m up. All one size for her, but I had picked out 25s, 23s, and 20s. So, I said He could do four, two, and two respectively. Thighs instead of chest, as I have another scene planned with V. Time to start breathing as he paints my legs with iodine.
She offers her hand, but I’m only in twitchy phase to start. Breathe In, Out, In, Out, In – Ready? Out. And the first needle is pushed as I growl. Breathe In, Out, In, Out, In, Out. Number two on the other thigh. A louder growl. Breathe In, Out, In, Out, In – ready? Nod. Out. A squeal and a curse, and my vision is going black.
Everyone in motion as I turn and lay down. She is above my head, another beside me with wet bandanas on my forehead. So much better. I hate vertical. Keep going or are you done? He asks. Keep going, I’m alright down here.
Ready? In, Out, In, Out, In, Out. Fourth 25 is in with another squeal.
Go up or stay? Go up to 23, I’m flying high. Will I even notice the difference?
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Screaming and growling through the next two. He’s giddy above me.
Up to 20s now. He’s not being nice and I don’t even care. Screaming and laughing and bouncing my legs around no matter how I try to stay still. I think the photographer is back, because she is gone.
18s now? Sure, why not, I’m high as fuck. My screams are heard across town, and trigger a decibel warning on her watch. Over 90, it says. Everyone is laughing and the shutter is clicking away.
That’s enough of that. But He isn’t done. Punching my thighs as I scream and thrash. Pressing down hard on the needles to make me howl and squirm. Driving me higher and higher until I’m gasping for breath between screams and laughter.
Ready to take them out? Not going to be nice. I’m not sure what happens next. Groups of them coming out together I think. Because He is quickly down to the last one. And making me scream again as He drags it out.
Gauze pressed onto my thighs, as I catch my breath again. Kisses and giddy smiles as they measure my pupils. Catching my breath enough to sit up. Pause, as He cleans up the supply table. Then move to a chair, cold cloths still wrapped around my neck.
Another first timer next and three needles. And then the last of our group, a full fucked up 30 laid out and taken in a variety of patterns. Not my scenes to tell. It takes a while to come back to earth. The steak dinner helps. A delightful way to spend a couple of hours at camp.
