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So, where did I leave off? I do not have as much time to spend on line, so please forgive me.
The young lady has not yet listened to reason and refuse to come see so I ontinue to push her. Our time in rope in the cemetery was a bit much, more because of the drive over spent blindfolded and naked except for a sarong than the actual activites there.
Most recently I received the loviest of massages and thanked her with restraints, blindfold, needles and rubber bands. She does not like pain. She is not a masochist. It makes it a different kind of fun for me that she submits to such toture just to please me.
I enjoyed placing those three needles close together over the sternum. There is less flesh to pierce so it is a stingier sensation. I removed them almost immediately, well not quite I wiggled and thumped them first. I was rewarded with little drops of blood. Although that made me happy there was not quite enough of it so I opened a new needle and poked tender breast meat eigth times. She reacted with a 'hey!' and I responded with "We could always get out a gag, You do realize that I am painting you in your own blood?".
Lets take time to appreciate this moment. Aside from not being a masochist this is also something that just smacks of insanity to her. I relished her reaction.
I continued to poke and milk the red paint from her and did a small image for her. I chastized her for not having her camera available for me to capture such a moment.
It was big fun!
As she sat at my feet and basked in the afterglow she made a therror of stating, "i don't think the cube exists." She has never seen the cube. She has heard of it. Heard stories of it, but never had the opportunity. I kindly informed her that we would rememdy that on her next visit.
