God I am dripping!
I’ve never done anything like this although I have fantasized about it before. Now it is going to happen!
My face and breasts are burning with heat, I am sure I am glowing red, I’m almost too excited to continue.

Zoe saw the box of needles I have in my hand. I went to the pharmacy and bought a large variety of hypodermic needles. I have a size for every part of Zoe.
I still can’t believe I’m going to do this. I am going to hurt her harder than I ever have before but I am far too excited to stop.

She is gagged and can not speak, I am feeling power I have never felt before. I lean over and whisper in her ear “remember your safety word is daffodil.
But you won’t be able to use it with the gag in your mouth.” I straighten up and give her a wicked smile.
I think this is the first time I have seen real terror in her eyes.

“Daffodil” I think, I believe she would like flowers. I pull out the first needle and stab it into her breast! She doesn’t jump until the needle penetrates her flesh. I believe she thought it wouldn’t hurt so much.
She starts to try and fight to get free as I sit on top of her. It is difficult to get the next needles in and I am getting furious with her.
I grab her nipple hard and pull it towards me. This pain makes her stop. “If you move I will take my largest needle and stab it directly into your nipple!” This threat causes her you remain still.

I grab the next needle and push it into her. She involuntarily flinches. I imagine the pain is intense. Little drops of blood are seeping out of her wounds. I take a cloth and wipe it away.
Then it is time for the next needle and the next.
When I am done the needles look like rays of the sun. There are six rays with two needles in each of them. Twelve needles total in her breast.
I grab the next needle and pierce her other breast. Tears are running down her cheeks. I can feel her body tense with every needle I pierce her with.
I am enjoying this way too much. When did I cross this boundary? I can’t stop. I finish placing needles in Zoe’s breast until it looks like the first one.
Twelve needles in each breast, how beautiful.

I don’t feel satisfied yet. I take another out of the box and grab Zoe’s nipple tightly between my fingers. I pull it forward and before she has a chance to respond I stab the needle sideways through her nipple!
She is trying so hard to scream but the gag keeps her quiet. Tears flow from her eyes, she looks at me for mercy but I feel none.
I grab a second needle and stab it through her other nipple.
I decide that now her breasts look beautiful.

I still haven’t satisfied my lust to hurt Zoe. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this to a slave that I love so? I only know I can’t stop yet.

I grab a large needle out of the box and show it to her. I slide my tongue down her body until I am tickling her butterfly with my tongue.

I decide I must hurt her now before I let my emotions overtake me.
I grab her lips as well as I can but they are extremely wet. With my other hand I try to drive the needle through her two lips.
She is terrified! Zoe thrashes about as hard as she possibly can. I can’t get the needle through her lips! I fight for several minutes to get a strong hold of her and pierce her with the large needle.
I can’t do it. In the meantime I have become enraged with Zoe’s thrashing about. I raise my hand and slap her pussy several times as hard as I can!

Finally she settles down when she feels my mouth on her. I am sucking on her clit. This is calming her down and she is immensely enjoying it THE FOOL!
I reach with my hand and spread her lips while I gently rub her clit.
I bring forward the needle and lightly stab her. She starts to panic again but I am much too angry to put up with her fighting.

I scratch the point of the needle across her clit and she bucks even harder. I imagine the pain must be horrible. I stop with the needle and look at her face. She is soaked in tears. I keep wondering why am I doing this to someone I love so.
I warn her to lay still or I will scratch her even harder. In fear she lays back and tries to be as still as possible.

I rub her again gently this time. The scratch from the needle is crimson and I believe very painful. As I rub she tries to relax, her clit is growing larger under my finger.

In a moment of pure anger I grab the needle and thrust it part way into her clit then pull it out!
There is blood running from the puncture! She is screaming and thrashing about as best as she can.

I look at Zoe in horrendous pain and become shocked and terrified of myself. How could I have done this to her!

I am numb from this experience. I walk to the living room and crawl into a fetal position on the divan and fall asleep leaving Zoe bound on the bed.

After several hours I awaken and cry at the thought of what I have done. Where did this monster in me come from?
I walk back to the bedroom to see Zoe asleep. I don’t know what to do. I untie her wrists and she wakes up. I am still mortified at my behavior. I want to caress her and clean her wounds but I know I can’t.
After I release her wrists I order her to free her feet then shower after she removes the needles that are still in her breasts.
I walk out of the room and return to the divan.

I am terrified at what I have done. Surprisingly I hear a voice inside of me telling me this was a very good thing.
I smile at the thought that I may do it again someday…