I had cum without permission, and Master was not happy with me. So, he tied me down and laid the whip to me. He struck across my tits, my hips, and my thighs. Once I had been sufficiently whipped, he pulled out a little roll of cloth. When he flipped it open, it was full of needles, and I got really scared. The first thing he did was stick one through my right areola. He didn’t even give me anything to bite down on, so all I could do was bite down on my lip, because I knew he’d make it ten times worse if I screamed. He moved to the left areola after that, taking his time and making that one really hurt. I almost bit through my lip trying to keep from screaming out. When he moved between my legs, though, I knew I was in trouble. I shook my head, begging him not to. His fingers latched onto my clit, rolling it around a couple of times, making sure it was nice and sensitive. Then, he pushed back the hood of it, holding the large needle up for me to see what he was about to use on me. The needle stuck into the side of my clit, and I knew this was going to be a bitch. I bit my lip, waiting for it to really hit. The next thing I knew, he shoved it straight through. 
I tried to scream – my mouth opened, my breath left my body – but no sound came out. I couldn’t breathe at first, but when my breath finally came back to me, all I could do was keen and cry. I was still tied up, so I couldn’t even curl into a ball like I wanted. Once I’d been sufficiently punished, Master untied me, cleaned me up, carried me to our bed, and curled me into his warmth, holding me and snuggling me. He told me he’d help me heal tomorrow, and that I should try and rest some.
