After a horribly debauched weekend that I barely recovered from in time for work and school this morning (perhaps I'll go into the details at a later time - suffice it to say there was lots of alcohol, foul language and sloppy kissing...), Bear and I finally had time to play with our new Chicago acquisitions. See evidence above! (Also, if you can't picture what I'm talking about, there are visual aids at the bottom of this entry. They're not exactly the ones we have, but it'll give you a pretty good idea of what I'm writing about).

I laid on the bed, face down and completely naked, mildly shaking from both fear and arousal. Bear straddled me and starting stroking my back with the furry side of the vampire glove. He ran it over my back, my ass, my upper thighs, my cunt... I tried my hardest not to convulse with pleasure. Then I felt the shift. Bear got more serious, I got more frightened. The needles began to dig into my skin, drawing blood and forming welts. He raked it over my back and ass, pressing harder each time. I clung to the bed, holding on for dear life. It hadn't turned to pleasure yet, all I was feeling was pain and ripped flesh.

It hit me a few moments later. Ever stroke became a reverie, every drop of blood was another ounce of contentment I gained in my soul. People who aren't into pain don't understand that it can drive you to a bliss previously unknown in waking life. There is no real way to explain it, except to say it's better than any orgasm could possibly be.

I flipped over onto my back after that, and Bear broke out the Wartenburg wheel for a few delicious minutes. He dug it into my nipples as it made its way down my breasts and stomach. It stopped on my clit for a few moments, than made its way back up my naked body to attack my other nipple. I could hear Bear getting more and more turned on, proving this as he flipped me over onto my hands and knees and roughly entered me.

He put the vampire glove back on and began crushing my right breast in it. I screamed into the pillow, tears were flowing down my face. I sobbed, I moaned, I grew more and more wet with each drop of blood flowing from my tortured breast. I reached a sort of ecstasy last night that I hadn't known before, even when I was cutting myself for emotional gratification throughout junior and high school. And I know I need to experience it more often.

























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This entry was posted by Mellie, on Monday, August 29, 2005.