27 has been my favorite number since I was a kid, but you don’t think about that nearly as much as an adult. It started because I thought my Dad had said it was his favorite. But when I found out I was wrong, I kept it for myself. Why does this matter? I took 27 needles last night, a new personal best.
Another needle-palooza with the group of 6 of us gathered together across two connected polycules. The evening intended to include three tops and five bottoms, but time is what it is, and doggos at home require attention. So, we managed two tops and four bottoms. Without the time for the planned swap of position. Here we will, as always, have my experience.
He asked if I wanted needles from just Him, or if it was okay if they topped, too. Sure, let’s give it a try. I don’t do a lot of co-topped scenes in general, but within a polycule it is a little more common. And I have watched them top needles and enjoy them as a human in my life.
Others go first, and I sit nearby, breathing with them. Twitching as I know the needles are going in, or as folk shout the pain. Breathing and hydrating, to stay as calm as I am able. Until it is my turn on the table.
He snaps and I strip. Agreeing to go from 25s to 18s. Laying out flat, teeth already chattering with adrenaline as they both clean and iodine the skin. Marking out the workspaces on breasts and thighs. Smaller gauges in the chest, larger for the thighs. I have the medical boob squish scheduled for next week. They pulled out groups of each size of needle. So many, as I try to breathe, hands fluttering to land on my stomach.
He and they stand to either side of me, 25s in hand.
Ready?
Yes.
Do you need breathing or just stick?
Breathing.
Both at once or one at a time?
One at a time to start.
Him. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Stab. Soft sounds of pain.
Them. Breathe in. Out. Breathe in. Out. Breathe In. Out. Fast stick. No pain. I look, blinking.
He teases about being a bad rope top since His hurt me.
Repeat. Four times each.
23s are next. They are much shorter. The glee in their faces as I chatter my teeth between each stick and settle to breathe when they both touch and tell me to with each needle. These hurt more, as they both weave them with the 25s. I make louder noises of pain, legs curling up with the stabby pain, but we are not screaming, yet. Just on the edge of growling as He counts me to orgasm. 15 needles in my breasts, because He had an extra, though I can’t remember if it was a 25 or 23 anymore.
20s now, and we move down to the thighs. Both at the same time now? Sure, give it a try. Done with telling me to breathe now, He just counts, sending me into squealing orgasms with each needle pair they both push. Theirs hurt more for the first time. I point at them and say Ow! Everyone laughs. High as fuck as they each put 4 20s in my thighs..
Time for 18s? Yes. You good? Yes. Chattering, shivering, hands over my eyes to not see the needles. They both push a pair slowly as I scream. More? 2 more, one more pair. He wants to weave His with the ones already there and they agree. And both push as I scream and orgasm and try to be still. They went on top of theirs. He went over, under, over. Fucking ow.
Pressing on them, running fingers over the bumps. Jiggling my boob. Drawing growls from me now, and squeaks of pain. He wants to punch it, but for the danger of stabbing through a glove. They both count them up, pressing each in turn. 27 needles. Not symmetrical, but asymmetry is alright, too.
Time to take them out. What do you want? Start at the top. The sharps container between my legs. The smalls come out fast and easy. Unless they try to make it hurt. No blood on their side, He gets a little, but I don’t look, as he presses it with a gauze pad.
The thighs they both do slower, more painful as I squeak and shout and curse and orgasm for Him. They twist and drag to get a little blood. He asks for more gauze and then bandaids for three of His holes in me. I slide back down into my body as the shaking and chattering slow and stop.
Breathing deep to settle myself as they both clean up. Until I can sit up, to relinquish the table to the next scene. A couple kisses from Him and a you did so well. I headbutt their shoulder in thanks before heading back to my chair, to hydrate and recover.
Sitting on my skirt, drinking water. Until I get cold and put it on. Then the shirt, leaving my bra aside. Thighs stinging as I sit and bask. He is teasing about needing practice and date night being needles from now on. I’m not sure I object and offer to bring the massage table upstairs.
It’s time to go, we pack up and head out, floaty, but happy, proud of myself, and awake. Riding the high all the way back to His and then home. For a nice deep sleep.
27 is still my favorite number, and now it is the new bar for my needle scenes.
