Pins and Needles

I awaken with stiffness and look around to find
That my limbs and my body, someone did bind.
I'm flat on my back on a long wooden table;
I try moving my arms and find I'm unable.

My arms are bound and stretched 'bove my head;
My breasts wrapped with cord and turning deep red.
My ankles below are tied tight together;
My thighs spread quite wide, knees strapped down with leather.

A ball strapped in my mouth prevents me from screaming.
Oh please my dear God, do tell me I'm dreaming.
Ah! Now I remember the man dressed in black
Who put the cloth o'er my face and dumped me in his sack.

That's all I remember! I couldn't see his face!
And now I wake up in this dungeon of a place!
It certainly seems that it's sex he's demanding,
But I think he deserves a very stern reprimanding.

Someone is coming, I can hear the heels click.
I'll pretend I'm asleep and hope he falls for the trick.
He's right next to me now I can hear heavy breathing,
I must remain still though my anger is seething.

Then a sharp painful slap to my swollen right breast
Opens my eyes, breaks the spell of my pretended rest.
He wears a black leather suit and a hood on his head;
Whate'er he has planned is something to dread.

He goes to a cabinet and opens the doors;
Inside I can see some shelves and some drawers.
He picks up a box and comes back to my side,
Then opens the lid to reveal what's inside.

There are long silver needles and short silver pins,
He takes out a long one and my torment begins.
He pulls my left nipple and stretches it out;
By the gag I am muffled but I still try to shout.

He skewers my nipple, the pain is immense.
As he picks up one more, I feel my whole body tense.
Again and again they're stuck through my breast bud,
Then he bends down to drink up the flowing red blood.

Now he turns his attention from the left to the right
And the needle comes near, I can't bear the sight.
The piercing continues, my nipple's on fire,
And I don't understand why I feel such desire.

Pin cushions he's made from my tender tit meat.
The pain pulses inside me, in time to my heart beat.
Then he says to me slowly "I really must prepare
Your cunt for its torment. I'll shave off your hair."

With my cunt now all lathered, he takes out his blade,
This is the part of which I'm really afraid,
'Cause I know what will happen if he twitches or slips;
The razor will go and cut off my cunt lips.

But he does the job quickly; soon my cunt lips are bare.
It's been many years since I've seen that skin there.
He says "Did you know you have a very large clit?
It's so large it can't hide inside of your slit."

I shake my head "No" but he doesn't believe me,
And says to me sternly, "Don't try to deceive me!"
Two metal clamps put on each of my lips;
Then the strings tied to rings o'er my legs and my hips.

Now my pussy is spread, wide open and handy;
My helplessness is making me quite hot and randy.
I just can't believe how my body betrays me,
But I'm wanton from pain, it really does amaze me.

Now he's picked up his box and selected a pin,
Then he rubs my stretched lip and sticks it straight in.
The pain makes me jerk but the bonds hold me firm,
I can't move a muscle but I still try to squirm.

Pins through my lips and into my thighs,
The pain brings a welling of tears to my eyes.
I bite on the ball gag as he sticks in one more,
But what he does next I was not prepared for.

He skewers my clit and I let out a scream,
Then immediately following a dildo he does ream
Right into my cunt, right up to the hilt.
It ignites my fire; my resolve it does wilt.

The phallic intruder, my cunt it does stuff,
But my pussy wants more and can't get enough.
With the flick of a switch, the dildo comes alive
And sends my cunt muscles into manic overdrive.

He pulls it and pushes it, moves it in and out,
'Til he sees it is time, that I am just about
To reach an orgasm, then he quickly withdraws it
And takes it away, puts it back in the closet.

He goes to the shelves and comes back with some rings,
And I think to myself "What'll he do with those things?"
Then he pulls out the pin that impales my stiff clit
And removes the long needles from my right then left tit.

He works very quickly, my left nipple he does pierce;
Pain renews the fire, the burning is fierce.
He slips the ring through and locks it closed tight,
Then does it again, this time on the right.

Through each lower lip he puts two of the rings
And my whole body quivers and quakes as he brings
The needle to my clit, which stands straight and erect,
Waiting for the pain the needle will inject.

As he spears the stiff knob and puts the ring through my flesh,
The searing white pain makes my juice flow afresh.
He sees I'm quite wet now and sticks in his finger
And on my ringed clit his rough thumb does linger.

He gets me worked up and my hips buck in spasm,
Then he stops it again before I reach an orgasm.
He loosens my bonds, puts my feet on the floor,
It's hard to stand up, my legs are quite sore.

A rope from the ceiling holds my arms way up high,
Then he gives a sharp slap to my soft inner thigh.
I move my feet out to spread my legs wide,
To rings in the floor, my ankles are tied.

To the rings in each breast he hooks a thin cable,
Then winding the crank, sees how far he is able
To stretch out my tits into thin, pointed cones.
Then he cranks it some more 'til he hears my pained groans.

To each ring in my lips he ties a strong cord
And takes them down to rings in the floorboard.
He pulls on them hard, 'til my lips are stretched taut
Then ties off the cords with an intricate knot.

My clit is the next to get the stretch torment,
He hooks a small chain to the new round adornment.
With my head deeply bowed, he hooks up the chain
To my gag, now I can't move my head without pain.

Now my breasts and my clit are stretched very tight,
With my cunt lips pulled taut, I must be a sight.
I dare not move a muscle, for this pain I do fear,
Then his stiff leather crop cracks across my soft rear.

I jerk in my bonds and the hot searing pain
In my clit and my lips shoots straight to my brain.
Then the crop slashes into my tightly stretched tits.
To stand very still will take all of my wits.

I can see his feet there, standing in front,
Then the crop rises up into my widely splayed cunt.
He varies his target, in front then in back;
Fire rages inside me with each burning smack.

The heat of the whipping makes my cunt burn with need,
I wish he would quench it with his hot, salty seed.
The whipping continues to push my desire
To levels that reach ever higher and higher.

My whole body shakes as orgasm o'ertakes me;
I loose all control and my sanity forsakes me.
I lift up my head and pull all my rings,
Turmoil rules me, the pain-pleasure sings.

The sensations subside, in my bonds I do sag,
My body as limp as a sopping wet rag.
Hot juices run down my smooth inner thighs
And tears of enjoyment stream from my eyes.

The rings are released from each cord, chain and cable,
My bonds are removed and I'm laid on the table.
I willingly accept his enormous erection;
His arms hold me tight and give me protection.

He gives me his love and I give him mine too,
It seems hard to believe, it's so strange but true.
You might think it's not how a lady should behave,
But I am now willing to be his lifetime sex slave.