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Staples

I didn’t get to play in the actual playspace at TFW until Sunday night.  My volunteer shifts (which are a great way to get a discounted price and help out with an event) happened to fall right when most people would be playing.  So Sunday, my one day without a shift, we all went down to the playspace.
We spent a bunch of time hanging out.  I feel like (with the exception of the Pervocracy)  there is not enough writing out there about the amount of just hanging out that goes on between kinky perverts in the public BDSM scene.  This post is not about that, but I hope to write more about it soon.  And after some hanging out, and watching Garnet do some pony stuff, we progressed over to the medical play area.

Roderick had agreed to get stapled because he’s so squicked by needles–surgical staples seemed like a reasonable compromise.  And since there was a quantity of staples that could possibly go to waste if he decided he hated it or couldn’t take any more, it was decided that I would get the leftovers.  I took off my dress and bra and hopped up on the table to wait my turn.

Garnet put staples in Roderick’s back in a sort of spiral-y pattern.  He really liked it, especially when she ran her hand over the staples.  I was sitting up very, very straight in…worried anticipation of it being my turn.  Garnet walked around me, considering where to put the staples, what kind of design she wanted to make on my skin.  She put the first staple in the underside of my breast, and I was surprised by how little it hurt after all that anticipation.  The next staple went in my other breast.

Then she turned her attention to my back.  I’ve mentioned in a recent post how I recently learned that needles can hurt very different amounts when stuck in different body parts.  Unsurprisingly, the same is true of surgical staples.  Since they were going in my back, and I couldn’t see, and the whole memory is a little clouded by the endorphins  that quickly started flowing, all I can really say is that some of the staples hurt a lot and some of them only hurt a medium amount.  The ones in my lower-back/upper-butt area hurt the most, but the highest ones, close to my ribs, hurt a lot, too.  I made noises and tried very, very hard to be very, very still.

When she finished, I had staples running down my back in two parallel lines, with another pair lower than the rest.  Garnet lamented that she didn’t have a ribbon to thread through the staples like corset laces.  Then she pulled out a little disposable scalpel a friend had given her.  She chatted pleasantly with said friend about the relative merits of pulling out surgical staples with a staple remover as opposed to doing it with a blade…like, say, a scalpel.  ”I’ve always  wanted to test the limits of your relationship!” Garnet said gleefully, and went over to Roderick and slid the blade of the scalpel under one of the staples in his back.  She looked at me and asked “How good are you going to be?”

I was completely terrified–keep in mind that intense sensation like, say, surgical staples in your back puts you in a bit of an altered state–and I had tears in my eyes as I begged Garnet not to start pulling out Roderick’s staples with the scalpel.  I think Garnet laughed at my reaction, and she came over to me and said she would pull out my staples that way instead.  One of our friends who was watching suggested she use string and pull all the staples out in quick succession.  ”I think I have some string!” Garnet said, and went to her bag.  She came back and I felt the staples on one side pull against my skin as she prepared to pull them all out, and I cringed and cried and told her I didn’t think I could take it.  She said she was going to do it and asked if I was ready.  I braced myself, and…nothing.  She’d been fucking with me the whole time.  At some point, she also threatened to carve her initial into my arm with the scalpel, but I was so far gone at the point that a) I don’t remember precisely when that happened, and b) I just nodded and said “Okay.”

After the fear play, Garnet once again mentioned how sad it was that she didn’t have any ribbon, and someone said they’d go see if they could find something.  They came back with some neon pink cord, and Garnet started threading it under the staples on my back.  It hurt–the cord pulled at the staples, and it hurt, and it took a long time because the cord kept unraveling.  Again, there were tears in my eyes, but when it was done, everyone exclaimed how pretty it looked.  Garnet went on to play with Roderick a bit, flogging his back with her squid, alternating the leather and rubber ones.

It eventually occurred to me to ask if I could go look at my back, and I got permission and veeeery carefully walked to the bathroom to take a look in the mirror.  It was tricky to walk without pulling at the staples, especially the two in my butt, which (since they were all connected by the laces) pulled at all the other ones.  What I saw in the mirror amazed me.  I don’t really have the best body image.  Regardless of what anyone tells me, regardless even of what I actually see in the mirror, I do not generally think I’m attractive.  But twisting around to look at my back in the mirror, seeing the staples that followed the curve of my waist down to my ass, and the pink cord threaded through them, I felt…beautiful.  Really beautiful, for one of the only times I can really remember.

Garnet took the staples out when I got back, with the staple remover.  It hurt even more than when they went in, and I really cried, the tears finally spilling over.  I kept crying afterwords, I was just so overwhelmed by both the sensation and the emotions.  She swabbed my back with rubbing alcohol and asked if I needed aftercare.  I said I did and she hugged me, asking if this was good crying or bad crying.  I told her it was good crying.  She hugged me and petted me while I sobbed and professed my love for her, feeling like I was going to cry forever.

Eventually I calmed down.  We cleaned up the space, got our things together, and went back to the hotel.  Garnet took the staples out of my breasts (which, again, weirdly didn’t hurt at all) and we went to sleep.

8 Responses to “Staples”

  1.   ward.hegedus Says:

    Wow, simply wow. This is an amazing post. Anytime I think I'd be even remotely interested in BDSM the idea of staples and fear play firmly keep my vanilla ass in check. This was so well written! I love that Garnet knew exactly how to push you and exactly what you needed. Did anyone get a pic of you with the staples and the ribbon? I'm sure it was beautiful and something that you'd look on often to remind yourself of how fantastic you are.

  2.   Artemisia Absinthium Says:

    @ward.hegedus – Thank you! That's so nice to hear! And, of course you know this, but I feel the need to say it anyway–no one should be forcing staples or fear or anything else you don't want on you in any BDSM situation, and there are so many other things you can do at every level.As for pictures, sadly, there are none. There's a strict no cell phones/no photos except by official photographers rule at this event (that's actually what most of my volunteer shift entailed–making sure no one pulled out their phone or took pictures) and mostly of the photographers had gone home by the time we did this scene. I'm hoping that if we do something similar again there will be pictures.

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