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Wings and Boots

It was the last night of the event, and Garnet had plans for me.

We had gone to Wal-Mart earlier in the evening, and bought a few things in the craft department.  And Garnet had taken a class about…decorative needlework.  We snagged a table in the medical area, and Garnet laid out their tools–gloves, rubbing alcohol, needles, and glittery tinsel pipe cleaners.

I took off my dress and my bra, and we covered the table and I hopped up on it and laid down on my stomach.  They swabbed my back with rubbing alcohol.  We talked about how many needles I was going to get, and they decided they’d do five on each side.  I tried hard not to think about the fact that I hadn’t been stuck with needles since February, and I’d never taken more than four or so before.  Ten seemed like a lot of needles.

Garnet coached me on when to breathe.  They pushed the needles in, and on a few I definitely cried out and kicked my feet and stuff.  It definitely hurt.  But soon, all the needles were in place.  Garnet reached for a pipe cleaner and twisted it into a spiral.  I could only sort of see what they were doing, but they twisted each pipe cleaner, alternating purple and silver, and stuck the ends into the end caps of the needles in my back.  I couldn’t tell at all what it looked like, but I could feel every adjustment they made, pulling under my skin.  It didn’t all exactly hurt (though some of it did), but I could feel all of it very thoroughly.  When they were done, I laid there for a bit while they went to find one of the professional photographers.  After the pictures, they pulled out the pipe cleaners on one whole side so I could see the design.  It was beautiful.

After they pulled out the needles, and gave me a few minutes to feel more normal again, they told me to drag a mat (just like a big, blue gym mat) over so it would be near where our friends were hanging out.  Apparently we were going to have an audience for the next part.  Then they went out to the car and returned with two pairs of boots.

Now I have kind of a thing about boots.  Okay, maybe more than kind of.  I really, really like boots.  Someday soon I have got to get my shit together and learn to bootblack.

Garnet had me take my dress off again, and they led me to the mat.  I don’t remember exactly how I ended up lying on my stomach, but I did.  And Garnet proceeded to, well, stomp the shit out of me.  They pressed their boots into my back, my arms, my thighs.  They literally kicked my ass, giving me deep, thumpy impact with the toes of their boots.  When they were done with my back, they gave me a sharp nudge in my left side to get me to turn over.

Being able to see it all added to the experience.  Garnet looked like a badass punk, in their Union Jack Doc Martens, and being able to see them coming at me as well as hearing the way they taunted me and feeling the treads of the boots against my skin was deliciously terrifying.  ”What’s wrong?  Don’t you like my new boots?” they asked.

As I often do, I had trouble keeping my hands down and not trying to protect my tender bits.  I kept trying to cover my breasts, and getting yelled at for it, until finally Garnet pinned my arms to the mat with their feet and beat my breasts with their hands until I safeworded on that particular activity.  They gave me a few more sharp nudges with their toes before asking if I’d had enough.  I nodded and they helped me up.  I was kind of relieved we didn’t make it to the second pair of boots.

I then proceeded to have the most intense physical and emotional reaction I think I’ve ever had after a scene.  I started out shaky, with my teeth chattering like I was cold, but without actually feeling cold.  Then I had a few minutes of intense post-scene drop, where I felt sad and weird and isolated–Garnet cuddled me and petted me until I felt better.  Then I got giggly and euphoric and talked and talked.  We sat in the car when we got back to the hotel, and talked about stuff, until I was all talked out and feeling more even.

We went in and got ready for bed.  Everyone else had gotten back to the room before us, but Garnet had promised me an orgasm, so once we were in bed they had me pass them I vibrator.  They held the vibe against my clit and I could feel the orgasm building from the beginning (probably partly because I hadn’t come in over a week), but I was having a bit of trouble getting over the edge.  Garnet pushed the vibe against me and moved it and whispered encouragement until I let go and came and shook against the vibrator and their hand.

I fell asleep shortly after, completely exhausted.

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